Robert stayed in the corner of her cell feeling... utterly miserable. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be in this body. She was starting to think if it was really worth...
No.. of course it was worth it. She wanted to be God's champion. There can be no higher cause in life then that. It was worth every sacrifice... every... sacrifice...
The cell was quiet now.
It left a lot of time to think...
'Miss Douglas' they insisted on calling her. That hurt her so much. She wasn't a miss.. she wasn't a Mr... she was a Father! A priest! A man that had answered the call of God, placing her above such titles. Yet here.. she was reduced to 'miss'. Miss
She was starting to wonder at this stage... just... maybe... had God forsaken her? Did she... do a bad thing? Was she really unworthy to do the deeds in His name? It couldn't be possible. "I... I followed your writings Lord... our Enemies are the Hells... Revelations by the Light is one of the signs... I don't understand what if anything I've done wrong."
The ex-priest was forced to wonder what exactly was worse? Being female, or being a devil creature? Indeed it was Eve who was tempted by the snake, and thus cast out humanity from the Garden of Eden. She was no devil though, simply the first woman. But a woman was still one of God's divine creations... so ... should she really feel bad in that way?
The Doctor said that any feeling she has at the moment, is not due to the nature of her body... but by her own thoughts. There was nothing driving her to these maddening lines towards lust. Her extra breasts... she glanced down at them. One need not have to climb very high to reach the first cluster, and there was so much the further one went... so much.. more. She had become an object to be desired.. to be lusted after.. to... to...
Her own subconsciousness made her feel these feelings of depravity. Perhaps a form of self-hypnosis? Or even shock from being thrown into the sunlight before she was ready for God's judgement? If she saw herself as this creature... would she think to act like it?
She steadied her breathing... her one hand placed on the cover of her scriptures, even as she kept the other hand clamped on her vicious looking tail. If it was in her mind... then it can be controlled. She had done so as a man... She just wished her tail wouldn't act so... independently. If she was going to re-learn this again, she would have to take command of this form...
She stared at her tail, and calmly... carefully... let it go.
The tail started to fall back down, curling itself to her legs... warm skin met warm skin... and those feelings started again. she closed her eyes, trying to will it away. Slowly... it complied. She allowed herself a brief respite from the victory of mind over instinct. This was possible! She could overcome it!
"It's.. not.. real. It's just in my head," She said to herself. If it was a lie... or not.. it didn't matter. It gave her hope. Hope was power... it always has been. That is why Hell's gates always started with the line to abandon that one thing... for without it, that is truly Hell.
The prostitute on the other cell watched with some amusement opening one eye as she rested. "Getting the hang of it are we?"
The ex-priest didn't allow her to ruin this. "I... I am..." She said. A little surprised at herself.
"How long do you think until those meds wear off?"
"I'm awake now... as much as before." She responded, quietly glancing down at her chest. Maybe even... more awake then the last thirty years.
"Sure hun..." She giggled.
Damn that harlot... Damn her. But then she thought of the text she had just read. If something so divine can come from something so sinful... that meant she had some kind of potential at the least, right? At least she was not a devil....
a devil.. like her.
The revelation that this prostitute might actually been better then her, closer to God, made her weep. That.. just couldn't be right!
"Aww.. you're crying again. Look, just go do it.. if it helps, I won't even look. I'm sure I can hear every tone you will make and just let my imagination run wild," She giggled turning her head away.
Robert whimpered softly, as she looked at the red skin on her body... the eight breasts on her form while they had a lot of space, they also seemed close for each corresponding partner. She had cleavage to spare for each one... each one was touching the other in pairs... and it sickened her.
Finally.. she just laid back on the hard floor. Her strange hoofs horizontal and in the air. She.. missed having normal feet. Missed.. her male form.
"Do it... just do it..." Whispered the prostitute.
The devil woman looked to the prostitute with a cold dark stare, it was enough to make the other girl take a slight step back.
"You have... no idea what I've lost. No matter what indignities you have had in your life, by the choices you have made. God... decided this to be my form. So do me a favour, and let me lament my decent in peace..."
At least she had not had a sexual thought. Hope... hope would keep her away from Hell.. one small hope at a time. Hope that she could control this body until God releases her from it.
"I.. I wont abandon you Lord.. even if..."
... even if, She appeared to be His Enemy.
Hiro and Julian stared each other down.
The cyborg blinked as he realised 'something' in his system activated. Some kind of analyser? He was picking up statistics he didn't know how to process. He picked up a few things though in some kind of visualised overlay. Strength.. speed... extrapolating threat level...
He got a reading of a 65% chance he could win with his current configuration. He also got a 99.9% chance of winning if he let the machine act on its own accord.
He couldn't do that! The machine part of him... might kill him. He didn't want to do that!
"We're the Blood pack chrome dome," said Julian with a snarl. "I still lead this band. Don't you see? We have everything we dreamed of. We can be exactly what we hoped to be. This new world.. we can own it!" This territory.. would be theirs. He will command his pack to all corners of the earth.
The Asian cyborg stared at him. He knew they all wanted to be something more then just ordinary... but this was just going too far! "Someone is chasing me in cyberspace. I have to get out of here."
"Just get the cash!" Julian commanded.
Hiro pushed Julian out of the way. He ran down the street. Maybe if he could get a little distance...
Julian was suddenly in front of him. He was on all fours.. it looked like had jumped down from a building. Hiro took a few steps back. Julian really wanted to fight him...
The teenage wolf lunged for his human arm. To him this was a fight to maintain dominance.. if Hiro would toe the line of the leader, it must be shown why he retains that position.
Hiro moved as quickly as he could, but he just wasn't fast enough. His flesh was bitten by the incisors of the wolf creature.
"AH!" Hiro at first wanted to pull away but his system warned him that doing so would tear his flesh. Various electronics synced with the motions of the wolf boy, much as it did when he played the DDR machine. He was moving 'with' the teen-wolf, using a kind of improvised martial art.
Julian was unable to apply any force other then those from his jaw... which while hurt like hell, did not threaten to do more damage. The machine offered to dampen the pain, Hiro ignored that. He didn't want to mess with his brain any more! Even in the midst of this fight!
Hiro punched the teen-wolf with his robotic hand, applying just enough force to bruise him. It was.. scary he could calculate that.
The wolf felt the wind knocked out of him, and his bite let go. "You've become... stronger," He said before collapsing on the ground. He twitched slightly, trying to get back up. He would not lose the pack!
"I don't have time for this! Oh... crap..."
That presence had found him.
Hiro's artificial eye, glowed a soft pink.
Cecellia detected an electronic signiture that could only be some kind of data construct... but it was not like any she had detected before. Neither an artificial being, or a digital fairy. There was a certain excitement in considering some new life form, although she had to remember this presence did nearly bring down the system around them..
Steven looked in the mirror at her 'new' white blouse.. she experimented with moving it, to see if she could stretch it out more. However it looked like that was not possible. It felt... weird to have this. It wasn't like clothing, but just like her petals it was a living, breathing part of her. Indeed she didn't feel like she was actually wearing clothes... it was more like being naked with the appearance of clothes.
She allowed the petals to go into their resting position.
Now.. that was.. really.. really strange. This 'low cut' look when there was nothing there, made it almost feel like some kind of dress up game. She wondered if she could make the petals press her chest inward a bit..to try and make herself look a bit more like what she was.
Maybe this would help if she wanted to look like a boy again...
She tried to pull the petals inwards towards herself, so that they enclosed her breasts. She then moved the muscles as close as she could to flattening them. However, while this was indeed possible, all it did was make the petals adopt the shape of her breasts. Her small breasts looked to be enclosed in a very tight bra- which was not actually tight at all. It did nothing to hide her breasts...
she sighed, looking at the flower on top of her head. What in the world was she going to do? She was becoming more plant like every day... What if.. she grew roots? or worse? She didn't want to be be this! She thought she could handle being a girl.. but this? She wasn't even done changing! Every day... something new could happen to her. She envied others that changed all at once...
She allowed the petals on her chest to uncurl though stay high and on top. It looked like that was the best way to hide her endowments (what little they were anyway). She put on a top, but found it made it a bit more difficult for her petal flowers to work with. It took a lot more concentration to keep it in that position. She experimented with lighter tops.. finding some clothes that worked.
She looked at herself in the mirror again and sighed. Flexing the petals she found it made her chest look 'really' strange... even larger if she wasn't careful.
At least.. her nipple flowers were protected now. She could wear almost what she wanted.
