April's Transformation (tesseractive and SyKo)
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				Title: <strong>April's Transformation (tesseractive and SyKo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 06:59:31</strong>
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				Everyone else on Parker Street seemed to be out enjoying the sunny day, casually strolling from shop to shop, or just sitting on a bench and basking in the warm spring weather. The brick-paved street was closed to cars, so couples and small groups meandered along through the middle of the street as well as on the sidewalk. But unlike the rest of the population, April Roberts was in a state of near panic.<br><br>Her Master of four years had thrown her out of his house that morning. She had nothing but the outfit she was wearing and a small overnight bag with a couple of changes of clothes, some toiletries, and her driver's license. No job, no place to stay -- she didn't even have any money for food, and her stomach was growling. It was all so sudden, and she didn't have any real idea what to do.<br><br>She didn't know who to ask for help, she didn't even know where to start. She'd heard people mention "soup kitchens" on the TV as places that poor people could go to get food, but she had no idea if there was one here in Merrivale, and no idea how to find it if it did. Honestly, it made her head hurt.<br><br>Wandering around downtown hadn't helped her spot anything helpful to her -- she loved the cheerful boutiques and open air cafes under other circumstances, but at present, they just set her situation into starker relief. Realizing it wasn't helping, she sat down on an open bench and tried to think of something she could do, but her mind refused to cooperate, and just drifted.<br><br>The funny thing was, after all the problems of the last year, she didn't really miss her Master as much as she thought she should. He had been her dream come true for the first year or two of their relationship -- dominating, attentive, loving. But things cooled off some after a while, as happens in relationships -- that was still just fine with her. But then he seemed to run into problems with his job and he often came home stressed and angry and took it out on her. It was true that she'd become somewhat complacent, and maybe wasn't as perfect at doing some of her duties as she could have been, but the emotional and verbal abuse she received from her Master seemed pretty out of proportion with her offenses. As she struggled to adapt to his new attitude, she started withdrawing from him emotionally, which made him more angry with her. She thought of her slavery as being a commitment to last forever even when it became more difficult for her, so she was stunned when he threw her out. But the truth was, the Master she had loved so much had been gone for a while. So what she missed most was the security of her slavery -- having someone to make all the decisions and worry about practical things while she just concentrated on obeying properly and doing her chores well.<br><br>A car honked in the distance, and April realized she had been working through the past instead of trying to figure out what do do in the present. She shook her head in frustration, then happened to look up and see a public posting board. One that said "Earn $5000" in big bold type caught her eye immediately past all the flyers for bands, exercise classes, and such. She walked over to the message board to get a closer look.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><strong>Earn $5000!</strong><br><br>Healthy women ages 20-29 wanted to participate in a private 4-month medical study locally. Requires inpatient residence in our facility for the duration of the study.<br><br>Call 333-555-1976 for more information, or inquire in person at the TransMed facility at 1315 Palmer St. between 10 AM and 4 PM.</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>April looked at the flyer, and it seemed to be too good to be true. A place to stay, and several thousand dollars on top! Even better, the flyer looked recently posted, and none of the little tear-off pieces with the phone number had been taken yet. She quickly tore down the flyer and took it with her.<br><br>Now that she had somehow found a plan, she just had to put it into action. She didn't have a cell phone -- or even money for a pay phone -- so the easiest thing would be to walk over in person. It was 11:00 in the morning, so they would be open, and she knew Palmer street was only a couple of blocks away. She decided to make herself as presentable as possible, so she ducked into a nearby cafe and commandeered the bathroom to spruce up a bit before going over.<br><br>April splashed a little water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror appraisingly. She'd always liked her long red hair, but been embarrassed by the freckles that came with it. Her green eyes really stood out when she took the time to make up her face, but they tended to disappear a bit otherwise. She had never been in the habit of wearing much makeup in any event, but her Master had disapproved of it, so she hadn't worn much of anything in years. She had some clear gloss in her bag and did her pink lips, but that was all she did for now. She ran her hands through her hair a couple of times, then tied it back in a scrunchy, and it looked presentable.<br><br>She sighed when she looked at her figure. She had gotten more or less used to it, but she didn't look in mirrors much really, so it still always depressed her when she did. She was on the chubby side -- she had wide hips and a big bottom, but her tummy was only on the moderately poochy side, so she had some curves. But that's where the curves stopped, because she has always been flat chested.<br><br>Her breasts had never really developed, and they looked embarrassingly small with the rest of her figure. "Pear-shaped," they called her style of figure -- big down below, and narrowing toward the top. When April was younger, she had worn inserts in her bra to give her the appearance of a B cup, but her master hadn't approved, so now she didn't even own any. As a result, none of her tops fit right -- clothes in her size were cut to allow room for boobs that she just didn't have. She was wearing a pretty plain grey knit top, and black stretch pants. It was a pretty bland outfit, but bland clothes were really all April wore when her master didn't have her naked or encased in some kind of weird latex bodysuit. Whatever -- he liked it, and at the time, that was what was important to her. But for herself, she just felt it called more attention to her flaws.<br><br>She sighed, and walked out of the cafe. She didn't look great, but she looked reasonably normal. Hopefully it would be good enough for a research study. She walked the three blocks to the address on Palmer Street, and rang the front doorbell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: April's Transformation (tesseractive and SyKo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>syko</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 18:26:23</strong>
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				The flier had been there for nearly a week untouched because, let's face it, if it seemed too good to be true, it had to be.&nbsp; People didn't care that there was $5,000 on the line, they knew that if it was science related, it was likely a drug testing facility, and people knew that some medications came with life-long negative effects.<br><br>Most people knew this, at least.<br><br>On top of that, people had looked up TransMed on their superphones and the like, and nothing had shown up at all.&nbsp; Not even on GoBling, the odd combination that arose after Google and Bing had merged.<br><br>Skye Aestis was... Well, out of luck.&nbsp; Almost as out of luck as April was, except he had three major advantages: money, street knowledge, and a deep understanding of science.&nbsp; Two weeks ago, everything was going well.&nbsp; Very well, in fact.&nbsp; His nanite treatments had been showing great promise on a range of ailments, and were showing little to no negative side effects.<br><br>It hadn't been until his nanites were tested under pressure--on a small focus group--that things had gone horribly wrong.&nbsp; Hell, he had even tested the effect on himself at one point to get rid of a cold and nothing bad had happened.&nbsp; However, this time was almost violently different.&nbsp; The last thing he could remember was the horror that wracked his mind as third or fourth limbs randomly erupted from the test subjects bodies.<br><br>That was why today he was sitting in his living room, in a three bedroom house, tracing circles around the lip of his coffee mug, trying to figure out what made the nanite treatment go so wrong.&nbsp; He had narrowed it down to two things; some form of radiation had been introduced to them on accident... Or someone had sabotaged his project.&nbsp; He rubbed the side of his cleanly shaven face with a sigh before adjusting his thin framed glasses.&nbsp; Behind those frames were dark eyes that only seemed to compliment his short, messy, black hair and light skin.<br><br>He knew from the start that the nanites had transformative properties, because after he had used them, he was immediately felt healthier, and actually measured his body fat.&nbsp; It had gone down greatly in just a few treatments, and he developed some toned, lean muscle.&nbsp; However, he didn't intend to go into beauty cosmetics.&nbsp; He wanted to help people.&nbsp; So he came up with the phony TransMed company, in hopes that he could right the wrongs.<br><br>He snapped out of his depressed daze as his finger accidentally slipped into the coffee, which was half full but had long since lost its heat.&nbsp; He stood and walked over to the counter, and almost dropped the mug when his body jumped at the sound of the bell ringing.&nbsp; He set it down and quickly slipped on an official looking lab coat before running his hand through his hair... Which only seemed to agitate the mess more.<br><br>"Bah, whatever," he grumbled as he adjusted his glasses again and moved quickly to the door.&nbsp; The wild look that had been on his face disappeared as he opened it and smiled, "Hello, and welcome to the inpatient facility for TransMed.&nbsp; I assume you're here about the flier...?" <br><br>Looking in, she would be able to see the living room, dining room, and part of the kitchen.&nbsp; It seemed to be well kept, only a few magazines laid out on the coffee table, a nice recliner, with a loveseat that one would be able to simply melt into.&nbsp; There was a big, flatscreen TV, and a game console (which had admittedly been used more for Blu Ray movies than actual gaming, if they were used at all.&nbsp; The kitchen had cooking utensils of sorts hanging above the island in the middle, an up-to-date stove and just as recent fridge.<br><br>"Come on in; what's your name?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: April's Transformation (tesseractive and SyKo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 18:20:26</strong>
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				April smiled at the bespectacled man who opened the door for her. She wasn't a perfect judge of people, but he looked to her more like he might be one of the actual researchers than a lab tech or some sort of coordinator. In any event, he seemed friendly. And kind of cute, for that matter -- though that was the least of her worries right now, she reminded herself.<br><br>"Hello, and welcome to the inpatient facility for TransMed. I assume you're here about the flier...?" <br><br><strong>"Yes, that's right actually. Thanks!"</strong><br><br>She could see into the facility, and it looked a lot more inviting than April was expecting. She was assuming it would be some sort of sterile lab environment, and was afraid she might be locked into a room with a bunch of two-way glass, with who knows who staring in at her. But this -- this looked like a home. Altogether a much nicer place to spend a few months. Whoever had the good sense to plan it this way was someone she thoroughly approved of. Things were definitely looking up -- if they accepted her.<br><br>"Come on in; what's your name?" <br><br><strong>"I'm April. April Roberts. And you are?"</strong><br><br>She walked into the facility and looked around some more. It looked lived-in, and not just like a sort of model home or something. But, of course, they probably had other patients staying here as well. April wondered how many. She hoped they would be nice, and easy to get along with too.&nbsp; <br><br>The kitchen, in particular looked really nice. She hoped she'd be allowed to cook some. She really liked making food, especially when she got to cook for other people who enjoyed it. In the living room, the recliner looked like it would be nice to kneel next to... but then that wasn't what she was here for.<br><br><strong>"So do you still have any openings available? What do I need to do to sign up?"</strong> April hoped she didn't scare him off by sounding too enthusiastic.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: April's Transformation (tesseractive and SyKo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>syko</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 03:39:53</strong>
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				While she made her first assumptions of him, he was doing the same, though from a very different standpoint.&nbsp; His eyes gazed over her form, and as he let her in, he made sure that she didn't see the small smirk that had crept onto his lips.&nbsp; It wasn't a crazed one, more that he was glad that he might have found the perfect candidate for the trial.<br><br><strong>"Yes, that's right actually. Thanks!"</strong><br><br>"Good, good, come in then!&nbsp; Make yourself at home." He told her as he bowed and held the door for her.&nbsp; He closed it gently behind her, and she would be able to see the house a little better from here.&nbsp; The bottom floor was below a balcony of sorts that overlooked just about everything.&nbsp; Beside the kitchen was the only place that one couldn't see into from about, for there was a mall hallway that ended in two rooms, with a third door on the left side--presumably the bathroom.&nbsp; Upstairs, there was only one room, which must have been the master bedroom.<br><br><strong>"I'm April. April Roberts. And you are?"</strong><br><br>"My name is Dr. Skye Aestis, it's. Pleasure to meet you Miss Roberts...?" His tone toward the end was quizzical, as if he was trying to find out if he guessed the prefix right.&nbsp; After all, if she were married, things would be considerably worse off for him if things went wrong.&nbsp; He didn't want to stare down the barrel of a shotgun if the nanites had the opposite effect on women--that is, making them gain weight in fat instead of trimming them down.&nbsp; Or if things went wrong like they had in the lab...<br><br><strong>"So do you still have any openings available? What do I need to do to sign up?"</strong><br><br>"Indeed, you're actually the first person to try out for this, so congratulations.&nbsp; Um... There are a few things that I need you to fill out before we get started..."<br><br>He pulled out a few documents, including legal forms (which basically said that if the side effects of the treatment were undesirable, they patient could not sue) and a questionaire.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Questionaire</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Thank you for applying to TransMed!&nbsp; This information will be kept confidential, and if you are not selected, all records will be shredded so your information can be kept private.<br><br>1.) Are you under lease or contract at your current residence?<br><br>2.) What sicknesses have you had over the past year, and how long ago?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>There were other things on the questionaire, but those were the main things Skye was worried about.&nbsp; He didn't want to have to shell out any extra money to break someone's contract, and if he could test it on someone recently sick, he'd have better results... He hoped. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: April's Transformation (tesseractive and SyKo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 23:52:11</strong>
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				"My name is Dr. Skye Aestis, it's. Pleasure to meet you Miss Roberts...?" <br><br><strong>"Yes, that's right, Doctor."</strong> When she was in college, she had preferred "Ms.," but after answering to the title "slave," she had decided that was a pretty pointless distinction.<br><br>She was happy to note that she'd been right -- he <em>was</em> one of the researchers. Cool. Such an interesting name, too. She wondered where he was from. <br><br>"So do you still have any openings available? What do I need to do to sign up?"<br><br>"Indeed, you're actually the first person to try out for this, so congratulations. Um... There are a few things that I need you to fill out before we get started..." <br><br><strong>"That's great! Thank you! When will the study be starting?"</strong> Hopefully it wouldn't turn out to be in a couple of months or something. Being homeless for a few days or a week didn't sound like any fun either, but it was still a vast improvement on where she was earlier that morning.<br><br>Maybe she could find a way to borrow some money against the $5000 she'd be paid for the study and get a cheap hotel room, or ....<br><br>April realized she'd been woolgathering, and looked back up at Dr. Aestis, who was holding out some papers for her. She blushed a bright red that extended down from her face to her upper chest. <strong>"I am so sorry! I got completely lost in thought there for a minute. You have some papers for me to fill out."</strong> <em>That's great</em>, she thought. <em>Now I look like a complete ditz to the cute researcher.</em> <br><br>She sat down and filled out the paperwork. Most of the details were pretty mundane. She reluctantly put down her former Master's address and phone number, hoping they wouldn't try to contact her that way. But she couldn't exactly leave such basic details blank. There was also a bunch of legalese that, as far as she could tell, said that they had the right to torture her to death and bury her in a shallow grave and she had no legal recourse. But legal language was so broad these days that pretty much all release forms said that.<br><br>There was a question about whether she had a place under lease. To that, at least, she could truthfully answer "no."<br><br>There was also a question of her recent medical history. She had managed to contract salmonella from a badly-cooked restaurant meal about two months earlier and been unable to get out of bed unassisted for several days. It was an unpleasant memory, because her Master had accused her of being lazy until the tests had come back. Not that being proved wrong in black and white had done anything to improve his disposition.<br><br>April was afraid that listing her illness might disqualify her from the study, so she considered lying about it and not putting it down. But she didn't really have much of a stomach for lying -- even using her old address and phone number made her uncomfortable. So she dutifully wrote it down and hoped for the best.<br><br>She handed the paperwork back to Dr. Aestis after finishing it. <strong>"Here you go, Doctor. What do I need to do next?"</strong> <br>
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				Post by: <strong>syko</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 03:06:54</strong>
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				<strong>"That's great! Thank you! When will the study be starting?"</strong><br><br>"It'll start shortly, just as soon as we get everything here straightened out..." He smiled to her as he held the papers out to her... For a good long minute.&nbsp; He blinked a few times as she stared into space.<br><br><strong>"I am so sorry! I got completely lost in thought there for a minute. You have some papers for me to fill out."</strong><br><br>He chuckled softly and nodded, "Yes, and if everything checks out properly, the test will start shortly after," he repeated himself to make sure that she had heard him this time.<br><br><em>She seems like she really wants to do this... Most people are dragging their feet when they hear of a study like this...</em> he wondered what exactly her reasoning was, but left it as a simple wondering.<br><br>As she started the paperwork, he wandered off, not wanting to seem like an overly eager researcher... No matter how eager he was.&nbsp; He didn't quite know what to do with himself as he waited, so he slipped into the master bedroom.&nbsp; It was a standard looking bedroom, save for the fact that, including the closet, the room was disproportionate to what it seemed from outside.&nbsp; He moved to the far wall and pressed his hand against a panel; it lit up, confirming his identity with his handprint, before a secret panel opened up.&nbsp; He moved into the small room, where his nanites waited for him to put them to use.&nbsp; To be honest, they were nothing like the movies made them seem; he would only need a small bit to accomplish what he wanted, which could go into a small pill or slipped into a drink, and they would be tasteless.<br><br>Aside from those, there was a screen with security footage of each section of the house.&nbsp; After all, if he made a mistake and brought on someone who was hired to retrieve his project, he wanted to know who it was, but the cameras were hidden well enough they'd be hard for anyone to find.<br><br>For a few minutes, Skye tended to various things in this room, until he noticed that she was almost done on the camera.&nbsp; He stood and headed back downstairs.<br><br><strong>"Here you go, Doctor. What do I need to do next?"</strong><br><br>"Thank you; you may go, I'll just contact you at this number if you've been selected." <br><br>He smiled to her and started for the door, though he was reading as she was walking; so far, she seemed like a shoo-in for the tests, especially since she contracted salmonella just two months previous...
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				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 04:18:47</strong>
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				"Thank you; you may go, I'll just contact you at this number if you've been selected."<br><br><em>Uh oh,</em> she thought. <em>He's going to call me. And Master's going to answer. Oh, shi... shoot.</em> April tried not to use language unbecoming in a slave, even in her own thoughts. That way it wouldn't accidentally slip out and earn her a punishment.<br><br><strong>"Umm, actually, Doctor,"</strong> she stammered. <strong>"Uh, I've been having a little trouble with the phone service. Would it be alright if I stopped back by instead?"</strong> She looked up at him hopefully, hoping it didn't blow the whole deal. <em>I mean, they wouldn't throw someone out of a study just for not having a working phone, would they? Or would they? Oh, crap.</em> She mentally winced at the course language.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>syko</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 04:41:47</strong>
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				Skye was able to read her body language fairly easily; freezing up for a moment, then looking up with almost puppy-dog eyes.&nbsp; He showed no signs of acknowledging this, but instead smiled and shrugged, "If you would rather, you can just sit here for a few more moments; it shouldn't take long to look this over."<br><br>He turned and went to the kitchen, though he had to wonder, <em>Did she put the number of an old employer?&nbsp; Or... Just a phony number?&nbsp; Hmm... This address is real though, I've passed it by before...</em><br><br>A small smirk played on his lips for just a moment, before it faded.&nbsp; He pulled out his phone, and started to look up the address and phone number on GoBling.&nbsp; It pulled up a simple name and number, and he mentally dismissed it as it possibly just being her ex husband or boyfriend or something, then went back to reading her forms.
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				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 06:01:50</strong>
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				"If you would rather, you can just sit here for a few more moments; it shouldn't take long to look this over." When Dr. Aestis smiled, April relaxed a bit. He seemed nice enough -- that part was good, at least.<br><br><strong>"Ok, um, thanks. That's fine."</strong> She sat back down meekly, deferring to his authority as the doctor. <br><br>As she waited for him, her nerves started acting up again. So she did a deep breathing exercise that she had long practice at from when she had been ordered to hold position for long periods of time. Her Master had liked to leave her in various positions -- kneeling, standing facing the corner, some more unusual ones. He would blindfold her and plug her ears, so she could never tell when he was watching her and when he wasn't. But whenever she broke position, he always seemed to know. So waiting was something she was good at.<br><br>As she waited, she tried hard not to think too much about where she was going to sleep that night. Mainly because she didn't really have any idea. From what little she'd seen on TV, homeless people slept in parks, or in alleys, or under freeway overpasses. She supposed she could make one of those work. Best to think about something else for now, though.<br><br>So she studied the room instead, looking around for signs to tell her about who lived there. There seemed to be a few personal things, mail and such, that belonged to Dr. Aestis, but if any study participants lived there, they didn't leave any obvious personal items in the common areas. Of course, if the study hadn't started yet, that would make sense.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>syko</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 01:50:10</strong>
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				His eyes watched her, studying her temporarily.&nbsp; He watched as any visible signs of weariness and anxiousness seemed to fade after she took in a couple breaths.&nbsp; He was amused, to say the least, as she became suddenly tranquil.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed some, before he sighed gently, and set the clipboard aside, thinking <em>I guess she might just be down on her luck...</em><br><br>He rounded the center island that separated the kitchen from the living room, and sat across from her, "So, I have no reasons not to allow you to move in here right away; however, I would like to know, what was your last job like?&nbsp; The reason I ask is because this trial is supposed to help your body, to recover from the stress that has been put on it.&nbsp; What sort of things were required of you?"<br><br>He adjusted his glasses some, before shaking his head, "You don't have to answer that if you're not comfortable with the question, it would just help with the trial.&nbsp; If you'd rather, you could start moving in right away."
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