"I would say we are off to a good start," pronounced Sarah, "but we started this a little while back. 'Joan,' please describe your appearance for me."
Jon did not want to play this game with her, but words started bubbling out of him. "I am exceptionally short. I have an exceptionally pronounced hourglass figure despite having a petite frame. My hair is long."
"Good start. What clothes do you tend to ware?"
Again the words rolled out of Jon. " I have trouble finding tops that fit both my frame and my bust, so usually I have to ware clothes that show a lot of chest. I also ware many dresses and skirts; almost never pants or shorts. And heals: lots and lots of heals. The taller the better, even up to stripper shoes to give the balls of my feet a lift too. And at my height, I need every bit of help in the vertical department I can get."
"Oh, this is rich." snickered Sarah. "Does any of this seem unusual to you?"
The compulsion came over Jon again. "No, why would it. This is who I am and what ware."
"Okay, 'Joan.' I am going to do something on my phone. Try not panic too much."
Sarah made a few taps, and suddenly Jon's eyes went wide with surprise.
"Sarah, what the freak did you do to me‽ OMG I have boobies! These things are massive! I can barely touch my fingers around them! And my bum! It's huge! And everything here is so large! No, I'm that short! I can't even reach up to my former height! Sarah, this is insane! I can't flocking live like this! I can't let anyone see me like this! We need to fix me now!"
Sarah just laughed. "Oh, 'Joan,' that is too much! You should see the panic on your face. Oh this is good."
Jon looked up in rage. "Sarah, fix me now, dang it!"
Sarah slowly got herself under control. "'Joan, Joan, Joan.' Don't you see, you are under my control. I only let you see this because because I wanted you too. Besides, I like you like this. I think I'm going to keep you like this for a while. I have set it up so that when you are around anyone else, you will act like this is who you normally are, although you will be aware of how foreign it is to you."
"This is sick, Sarah. This is flecking sick. Is this how you get your kicks?"
"Oh, this is just the start, 'Joan.' What I really want is..."
