Brae snapped to consciousness as her body impacted the cold concrete floor. She twisted her head around to see where she was, only to find that she was blindfolded. Her wrists remained bound by the rope from the previous night, and she discovered that her ankles were bound by tape.

She heard the thud of a small body hitting the floor next to her, followed by a squeak characteristic of Aisling’s voice. The sound of footsteps echoed in a diminishing pattern, punctuated by the slamming of a door. “Brae?” Aisling said in a pleading whimper.

“I’m here.” Brae whisper preceded a coughing fit.

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Payton rolled off the table and knelt next to it. One of her hands slipped between her legs and gently stroked her soaked lips, while the other reached out and spun the bottle on the table. She watched the bottle spin and come to a stop pointing at herself. “Does this mean I get to masturbate for ten minutes?”

“… Or you could have sex with Storm, but I think Aisling would call foul.” Brae said. He hand had migrated to Aisling’s lap and her fingers teased Aisling’s slit. The young girl in Brae’s lap didn’t say anything; she simply moaned out an ‘uh-huh’. “You’re hammered.” Brae commented, to which Aisling again moaned out an ‘uh-huh’.

“You just want to watch people have sex.” Payton commented as she spun the bottle again.

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“It’s been two fucking weeks.” Brae laid down on the ratty sofa with her head in Payton’s lap. Sun shone through the high basement window, but still didn’t illuminate the room any better than the scented candle on the coffee table.

Payton stroked her fingers through Brae’s hair and sighed. “We know she’s not back with her dad, so it can only be good, right?”

“She hasn’t been too school, and now bitch-mom isn’t even talking about her.” Brae turned over and rubbed her cheek into Payton’s thigh.

“We came here to not think about Lily for a while.” Payton said. “We can have a little party.” Brae turned her head and looked up at Payton, unconvinced. “You just let me and Aisling take your mind off of things.”

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Brae fidgeted in her chair and stared at her computer screen. She nervously scratched at her arm while looking at the blank chat window to Scarlet.

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“You did the dishes.” Aisling’s mother asked in disbelief. The woman set down several grocery bags full of frozen meals in the relatively spotless kitchen.

“I use the same fork over and over again.” Aisling said as she started to load the freezer with the month’s groceries. She was dressed in an oversized tee-shirt, and little else.

“How’s school going?” the woman asked while loading the cupboards with cans.

“I’m not failing anything.” Aisling said. “I need you to sign a stack of permission slips for trips or whatever.” She pointed at a small stack of papers on the table next to a pile of her mother’s mail.

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“Anything you desire, M’Lord.” Aisling said with a grin. She stood nude in Braelyn’s bedroom with Brae and Lilly flanking her. The twelve-year-old girl woke the pair up a half an hour earlier when she knocked on the door. She walked from her house in the chilly morning air in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit that hid next to nothing, and a shear beach wrap; just enough to qualify as clothed should she have been hassled by police. Once inside Brae’s bedroom she discarded what little clothing she had.

Brae looked at the girl with astonishment. “I didn’t even know you were coming over.” She craned her neck to get a look at Aisling’s backside and grinned with approval.

“Mistress Scarlet gave me your address and told me to surprise you.” Aisling said. She turned around and bent over some to give Brae a better view of her ass. “Is that ok?”

“Your ass is great.” Brae said. Lilly laughed.

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“What is this even for?” Payton asked as she held up one of the accessories that came with Storm.

Storm rolled her eyes, an uncharacteristic act for the synthetic. “It’s a strap-on, Master.”

Payton batted at the end of the dildo. “I know what it is.” She gave Storm a look. ”Isn’t it a little… big… to be used on you?”

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“Are there any more of my friends that you’ve fucked?” Brae asked the intruder in her bedroom. She had to cover herself in a blanket, which left Lilly only a pillow with which to cover herself.

“Oh, come on!” Bailey objected. “I’ve only had sex with like, six people. Only two of them were your friends.”

“Two? Who’s the other?” Brae demanded.

“Payton, on Sunday. Couldn’t you hear through the wall?” Baily smarmed.

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Brae clamped her knees around Lilly’s hips. Her butt bounced a little against Lilly’s knees as she straddled the lap under her. She once again cleaned the makeup off of Lilly’s face. “The swelling seems to be going down.” Brae said.

Lilly turned her head away from the cleaning pad in Brae’s hand, and looked away from her. “The swelling on my face” she muttered.

Brae rolled her eyes and pressed her own crotch against the growing bulge in Lilly’s panties. “I know.” Brae said and turned Lilly to face her again. She began reapplying a fresh coat of makeup. This time her task was much harder; not only was she trying to hide the bruising on Lilly’s face, but also Lilly had asked for help looking sexy. “Why do you want date-night makeup? Plan on going out?”

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“It’s ten in the morning, why aren’t you in school?” The chat window popped up on Aisling’s monitor. She stared blankly at the window for a few minutes before another message came in. “I know you are just sitting there, staring. You left your camera on.”

“Fuck.” Aisling said aloud. She typed a message back. “I called in sick, Scar.” Scarlet sent back a single line of ellipses. “Fuck. Mistress Scarlet.”

“What’s wrong?” Scarlet asked.

“Nothing. Half the day is health class and I hate the bitch that teaches it.” Aisling typed back.

“Who teaches it, now?”

“Nurse Shaw.” Aisling answered.

“You do know Braelyn’s last name right?” Scarlet sent. “Nurse Shaw is Brae’s mom.”

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“You know, there is a school bus.” Jennifer said as she looked in the rearview mirror at the packed back seat of her car. It was a full load that morning; Brae sat up front like she always did, Payton behind her, Lily behind Jennifer, and Storm squeezed in between them.

“But you are already going to the same place we are anyways.” Brae said. Her closed eyes and nodding head telegraphed her poor sleep the night before.

Jennifer looked in the mirror at Lilly; she noticed instantly the disguised bruise. Lilly had done quite a good job of masking her black eye, but the damage was too intense to cover totally. She sighed and pulled out of the driveway.

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Henry opened the door with a disappointed sigh. “Again, Lilly?” The man stepped aside to let the boy-turn-girl in out of the rain.

Lilly was a tall girl with long straight black hair. Her facial features didn’t betray her former gender, and the small mounds on her chest that were apparent through her matted down t-shirt aided the effect of her transition. She would have been a rather attractive young woman, if not for her black eye.

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Payton gasped in shock and pushed herself up the bed. She woke up to find Storm’s face inches from her own. “Don’t… ” She panted. “Don’t do that.”

“Master?” Storm said with her brow raised in confusion.

“Staring at me like that when I sleep.” Payton said as she settled back down into the bed. She looked to her side and found Brae fast asleep. “How long has she been asleep?”

“She went to bed an hour ago.” Storm answered. “Before you ask, you have slept for about eight hours.” Payton groaned and rolled her legs off the bed. “Her mother, one of them at least, offered to make breakfast for you. Would you like me to get it for you?”

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“Ow, motherfucker!” Aisling slammed her knee against the door jam, causing her to fall over as she ran into her room. There was a dent in the wood from her having done this every other day for the past two years. She cradled her knee and slowly rocked on the floor until the intense pain subsided.

Her computer kept chiming. “I’m coming, keep your pants on.” She yelled at the machine, not that it would listen. She pulled herself to her feet, and stumbled over to her desk. She got a glimpse of herself in the reflection on her monitor before it powered on – she was a mess. She had slept in makeup the previous night, and didn’t even make it to her bedroom. Her hair was going in every direction but the ones she wanted. She looked over her twelve-year-old self, and wondered why she was wearing a tank-top, but not pants, or even panties.

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Brae noticed more differences between her friend’s android and her step-sister the more she examined Bailey through the crack in her bedroom door. Bailey was shorter than Storm, and had longer hair …and a nicer butt.

“Brae stop looking at your sister’s butt.” She muttered to herself, and knocked on Bailey’s door. “Bailey, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” Bailey asked through the door. She was laying on her bed, on her belly, reading a book on her tablet.

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Brae sat at her desk, wrapped in a blanket, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from her lips. She stared at a progress bar on her computer between responding to messages in a chat window.

“Are you trying to break up with me?” Brae typed. She was a very fast typist, even if that was a dying skill.

She ashed her cigarette, and lit another. The whir of machines working filled her bedroom with pseudo-industrial dissonance. Two machines dutifully worked away, shooting precise dots of resin and silicon as they built… whatever it was they were building.

The message window beeped. “No, of course not.” Scarlet responded.

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“Remember, your father will be picking you up after school.” Braelyn’s mother, Valerie, said.

Brae was half way out the door with her step-mother. The statement stopped her in her tracks. “Really? Mom, that makes no damn sense.”

“Braelyn, he’s your father. You should spend time with him.”

“No, that’s fine. It doesn’t make sense because, for one, he will forget to pick me up, so I will be waiting at school forever. For another, this woman… ” Brae gestured emphatically to her stepmother. “She’s the damn principal. And…”

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Braelyn could ignore the incessant chiming in her headset no longer. She tapped, nearly punched, the button to accept the call. “What, Scar? I’m busy.” The young teen’s shrill voice angrily proclaimed.

“Busy not doing what you promised.” The voice, Scarlet, on the other end retorted.

Braelyn, Brae or Brat as her friends called her, looked away from her computer screen to the clock besides her bed. “It’s five-o’clock. There’s like two hours before I have to be logged in.”

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“Are you seriously trying to get in the shower with me?” Payton said. She was holding a towel over herself to offer herself a little modesty in the up-stairs hallway. Storm was showing no such modesty. Thankfully, for Payton’s sake, her parents were already at work before she got up for school.

“Of course, Master.” Storm said. Her head was tilted, and showed a little smirk.

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Payton picked a slip foam packing sheet from her labia with a disgusted cringe. The bed was an absolute mess with the sundry crap from Storm’s shipping crate, and Payton was in the middle of it.

“Master, if you…” Storm tried to get Payton’s attention but failed.

“There you are!” Payton exclaimed while untangling a cable. “US charging cable.” She set it aside.

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Payton climbed off the bus, holding her backpack over one shoulder. Her short, buzzed, hair and baggy clothing disguised her gender well enough that the teachers at school often chastised her about using the wrong rest room. She hefted her bag higher on her back and walked the rest of the way home from the bus stop.

“You’re not getting a car, Payton. Cars are dangerous, Payton.” She muttered to herself, mocking her parents. The fifteen year old girl huffed, and tried to put her annoyance out of her mind. She was turning sixteen tomorrow, and her parents promised her something just as special. “It’d better be special” she thought. They had her do all kinds of personality tests, and answer hundreds of questions on her tablet. The questions were mostly boring, but some of them were about her sex life and sexual preferences. Those questions made her feel weird.

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