The Voice

September, the first day of 7th grade

Punch her in the face. Do it Tabby. You know you want to, said the Voice.

Tabitha Steele knew no such thing. She had learned from the very beginning that she was powerless to disobey the Voice in her head. It didn't matter whether she wanted to obey or not. She had to obey the sultry woman's Voice in her head that she'd been hearing since a few minutes after midnight on the day of her twelfth birthday on July 2.

Wait, it looks like some explanation is in order here. Let's back up to July ...

July, summer before 7th grade

On the first day of July, her last day of being an eleven-year-old, Tabitha's mother sat down with her for a long serious talk. Perched on her parents' queen sized bed, Tabitha had listened carefully as her mother told her she was entering something called puberty—whatever that was.

Hours away from turning twelve, she had nodded her head while her mother explained that there would soon be major changes to her preteen body—things like her breasts beginning to grow, and hair coming in on her pubic mound. Most shocking of all was that her body would start bleeding once a month ...down there! She certainly wasn't looking forward to that.

After their discussion, they had gone to the mall, and Tabitha was now the proud owner of three brand-spanking-new training bras, one white, one pink and one the light blue color of the sky.

That same night when her nine o'clock bedtime came, she had changed into her Winnie The Pooh nightgown and gone to bed ... exactly the same way she'd been doing for almost twelve years, but she hadn't been able to fall asleep.

It wasn't because she was excited about her birthday being tomorrow. All she could think about was what her mother had told her earlier in the day. She really wasn't so sure about this whole puberty thing.

At exactly twelve minutes after midnight on July 2—her twelfth birthday—Tabitha heard the Voice for the very first time.

Oh Tabitha, we are going to have so much fun together.

Tabitha, her heart thumping, shot to a sitting position and looked around her dark bedroom. She reached over, snapped on the bedside lamp and looked around again, asking in a trembling voice, "Who ... who's there?"

The Voice in her head giggled. There's no one here but us Tabby.

Wait, just a minute. No one called her Tabby. She didn't allow it, but she would soon learn that the Voice made up her own rules and that there was nothing she could do about it.

Confused to find she was alone, she said shakily, "I ... I don't ... understand. Where are you? Why ... can't I see you?"

You can't see me because I only exist inside your head. Think of me as a guiding angel. I'm here to guide you through puberty. You'll see, we'll have fun together. Now, lay your pretty little head down and pull your nightgown up above your waist. There's something I want to teach you.

"I don't ... want to," Tabitha said. But, powerless to disobey the Voice, even as she spoke the words she lifted her butt off the mattress and pulled her nightgown above her waist, exposing the bottom half of her preteen body.

Very good Tabby. Now move your legs apart and use your hand to rub your little pussy.

Her hand moved between her parted legs as she said, "My what?"

Your pussy dear. Here, I'll show you exactly where.

"Eep!" Tabitha squealed as she suddenly felt a very pleasant—if unfamiliar—tingle between her legs and began to rub her finger between her labial lips.

Pleasure flooded her 87-pound body as she began to masturbate as if she'd been doing it for years—which of course, she hadn't. This was the first time she'd ever touched herself so intimately and she was surprised to find how wet her preteen jewel was. Not to mention how good it felt to touch herself there.

Tabitha didn't need the Voice to find a particularly pleasant spot on her developing body, one that she'd never known existed before now. She would later discover that she hadn't known about her clitoris because it was usually covered by a protective hood.

Her pleasure rose quickly, as did her breathing as she alternately rubbed her pleasure nubbin and dipped a finger into the wet petals of her adolescent vagina. After less than twenty minutes of being a twelve-year-old, Tabitha Steele had the very first orgasm of her life. Of course, it goes without saying that it wouldn't be her last.

September, the first day of 7th grade

Now, back to the beginning, two months after the Voice took up residence in her head ... two months after her first orgasm ... the very first day of seventh grade.

To Tabitha's utter dismay, right before the bell was to ring for homeroom, she saw her least favorite person in the world—Nadine Markham. Nadine, as she had done so many days the previous school year, was demanding that Tabitha hand over her lunch money.

But, this year, before Tabitha could even reach into her pocket, which had been her automatic reaction, she heard the Voice inside her head.

Punch her in the face. Do it Tabby. You know you want to, said the Voice.

Wait, a little more background is needed here. Let's back up a full year ...

September, the first day of 6th grade

Tabitha had been looking forward to being in middle school all summer long. Unfortunately, something happened on Tabitha's first day of the sixth grade that spoiled everything. The homeroom teacher had introduced Nadine Markham to the sixth grade class as a new student at the school who had moved all the way across the country, leaving all of her friends behind her. "Please make Nadine feel at home, class. I'm sure she's a very sweet girl."

The well meaning teacher was wrong. Nadine was not a very sweet girl, not at all. She was a mean girl. She was a bully. And she was a thief.

On Tabitha's second day of middle school, she learned firsthand that Nadine was a mean girl and a bully and a thief when the not-so-sweet new girl stole her lunch money. Just before homeroom, Nadine had walked up to Tabitha and said very casually, "Yo, bitch. Give me your lunch money."

It took a moment for the words to register in the then eleven-year-old's brain. Then she said indignantly, "No! I'm not giving you my—ow OW OW!"

Looking down, Tabitha saw Nadine's thumb and index finger clamped around her left nipple like a vise, pinching so hard that Tabitha saw stars on the edge of her vision.

Still pinching Tabitha's nipple, Nadine leaned forward until their noses were practically touching and growled, "Listen cunt, I don't like repeating myself. Now, hand over your fuckin' lunch money." Then she gave Tabitha's poor abused nipple a savage twist, which was even more painful.

More stunned than scared at that moment, Tabitha had reacted without thinking. She reached into her skirt pocket, pulled out her lunch money and handed it to Nadine, who then smiled and said, "Thank you," almost politely before releasing Tabitha's nipple and walking into their mutual homeroom.

Unfortunately, that set the pattern for the rest of Tabitha's sixth grade year. She wasn't the only girl Nadine bullied, not by a long shot. Nadine terrorized at least a dozen other sixth grade girls, and even a few sixth grade boys. Tabitha did her very best to avoid Nadine for the rest of the year, but of course, sometimes it just wasn't possible since they shared homeroom and their English class.

It was in that English class on the last day of sixth grade that Nadine bullied Tabitha into doing the most humiliating thing all year. The most humiliating thing in her life really. At least so far.

When their English teacher had stepped out of the room, Nadine had stood up and announced to the class that Tabitha was going to entertain them with a song.

To Tabitha she said, "Move your ass in front of the class and sing Yankee Doodle for us. But—start every word with the letter F, as in Fankee Foodle."

For one brief—very brief—instant Tabitha thought about defying the bully bitch, but a phantom pain shot through her nipples and she slowly made her way to the front of the classroom.

Chagrined and pink cheeked, Tabitha began to sing Fankee Foodle in a quavering voice. She got as far as, "fiding fon a fony, fuck a feather—" before two things happened almost simultaneously.

First the entire class erupted in raucous ribald laughter. Some of the boys were hooting with preteen mirth. One boy was laughing so hard that he literally fell out of his chair and was rolling on the floor, holding his stomach.

Surely you can remember from middle school how eleven-year-old boys would react to hearing certain naughty words spoken in public, especially when that certain word was uttered by a sweet faced eleven-year-old girl.

The second thing that happened was the English teacher's voice, as strident as a referee's whistle, cutting through the bedlam. "Tabitha Marie Steele! You will report to the principal's office—this instant!"

The entire class had been so entranced watching the visibly embarrassed girl singing Fankee Foodle that none of the students were even aware that their teacher had re-entered the room, just in time to hear the last three words of Tabitha's song.

Having been concentrating so hard on pronouncing each word with an F at the beginning, poor Tabitha hadn't realized until too late that Nadine had tricked her into blurting out the mother of all F words in front of all her mostly eleven-year-old classmates.

Mortified, Tabitha snatched up her backpack and fled from the room. Her face was bright red now, and she was fighting back tears of humiliation and embarrassment. She was suspended for the rest of the school year—all three hours of it—and sent home.

Her cheeks were still aflame when she arrived at her house. During the entire fifteen minute walk, she had been hoping fervently that Nadine Markham's family would move to Outer Mongolia over the summer. Or be abducted by aliens. Or ...

Alas, she knew that most likely none of those things would happen, and for the first time in her life she would spend the summer dreading the start of a new school year.

And that was how her sixth grade year had ended. Tabitha had been so looking forward to being in middle school, and the way things turned out, she was not able to enjoy her first year there nearly as much as she had anticipated.

But, that was then, this is now. Her twelfth birthday was just ahead, and a lot of things were going to change.

September, first day of 7th grade

Finally, enough background. Now that you know when the Voice moved into Tabitha's head, and how she suffered through the sixth grade, let's return to where this story begins—the first day of seventh grade, prior to homeroom.

To Tabitha's utter dismay, right before the bell was to ring for homeroom, she saw her least favorite person in the world—Nadine Markham. Nadine, as she had done so many days the previous school year, stepped in front of her, demanding that Tabitha hand over her lunch money.

But things were to be different this year. Before Tabitha could even reach into her pocket, which had been her automatic reaction, she heard the Voice inside her head.

Punch her in the face. Do it Tabby. You know you want to, said the Voice.

Whether she wanted to or not ... Tabitha had to obey.

Nadine never saw the small clenched fist that connected with her chin. She went down hard, landing first on her butt and then sprawling backward until the back of her head bounced lightly off the floor.

Dazed by the impact, she made no attempt to move at first. For a long moment she didn't even realize that her lacy panties were on display because her uniform skirt had flipped up above her waist.

Some of the seventh grade boys in the hallway certainly noticed. Like typical middle school boys, some of them were snickering and chortling and pointing at Nadine's exposed underpants. The rest began chanting, "Cat fight! Cat fight! Cat fight!"

The Voice spoke to Tabitha again.

Well done Tabby! Now, tell Nadine in no uncertain terms to be at your house at 3:45 this afternoon. Then walk inside the classroom like you own it. Tabitha obeyed because she had no choice. She had to obey the voice, whether she wanted to or not.

So, Tabitha leaned over the prone girl who had been her nemesis—if not nightmare—and repeated the words in the sternest voice she could manage. Then, with her head held high, walked into her homeroom without waiting for an answer from Nadine.

For once, she still had her lunch money. After she walked into her homeroom, the chanting faded, for the cat fight on this day was to be a one punch affair.

Ah, but that one punch ... changed everything.

Summer, July-September, before 7th grade

In the two months between her twelfth birthday and the first day of seventh grade, Tabitha's body had indeed begun to develop just as her mother had told her it would.

Her breasts looked like someone had cut a perfectly ripe peach in two and affixed each half to her chest. She had outgrown her training bras and now wore a regular bra.

She even had a few scraggly blond hairs growing out of her pubic mound. Thank you puberty. At least she hadn't started bleeding yet.

The other good thing that came from those two months was that Tabitha had a chance to get used to hearing—and obeying—the Voice in her head.

With guidance from the Voice, she had become quite adept at pleasuring herself—which she now did without any prompting—nearly every day. Sometimes even twice a day—either at night in bed or in the shower.

She had become such good friends with the pulsating shower head that she even gave it a name—Ruthie—and now took longer showers than she ever had before.

Her favorite though, when she had the time, was a long soak in the tub with her barely pubescent genitals submerged in the warm water flowing around her. In fact, it was in the tub that she inadvertently took her own virginity one summer night before the seventh grade started.

She had been furiously masturbating when she suddenly wanted—needed—more than rubbing. Snatching up her hairbrush from the counter, she poked the round smooth handle inside of her adolescent pussy, clenching her cunt muscles around it.

Tabitha got so carried away by the sensations of having the cock sized handle fucking in and out of her hungry young pussy that she gave one thrust just a wee bit too hard ... and deflowered herself.

She had screamed when she felt the sting of excruciating pain, then immediately clamped a hand over her mouth. She didn't want her mother to come running to see what she had done.

She managed to stifle any more outbursts, but then looked in horror as the bath water turned pink with her virginal blood, right where she was sitting.

Fortunately the Voice was there to calm her, reminding her what she had learned in SexEd about her hymen and how there was sometimes pain and sometimes even blood.

It was, after all, a part of her body, and it had been ripped away from where it had been attached for more than twelve years. And no, this wasn't the monthly bleeding her mother had talked about. That was still a few months away.

When she had finally finished satisfying herself, she leaned back in the tub, enjoying the after glow of her orgasm, thinking, Boys. Hah! Who needs ’em!

Tabitha didn't know it just yet, but she was a lesbian. She hadn't understood at all when some of her fifth grade classmates had started suddenly started talking constantly about boys.

In sixth grade nearly all of the girls simpered about this boy's hair or that boy's butt or some other boy who had such dreamy eyes. When they had asked her opinion, she had always responded by shrugging her shoulders and saying something like, "Meh ... "

She just didn't understand the girls who were attracted to boys because she felt no attraction to boys, at all. Of course, she hadn't yet felt attracted to another girl yet either, but then, she was only twelve.

Little did she know when she popped her own cherry that she would become quite sexually active on the very first day of the seventh grade, starting at approximately 3:45pm. She also didn't know that her first lover would be another girl.

Hair brush handles don't count as an actual lover. For that matter, neither does Ruthie.

September, first day of 7th grade

At 3:44pm on her first day of the seventh grade, Tabitha opened the door to admit Nadine, feeling a shiver down her back and a tingle in her nether region.

Without a word she led the abashed lunch money thief into her bedroom, closed the door and sat down in her desk chair, leaving her guest standing in the middle of the room. Guided by the Voice, Tabitha laid out the situation to Nadine.

"Nadine, you are now my slave. I own your ass. You will obey my every command and your only purpose in life is to please me. In private, you will address me only as Mistress. Do you understand, slave?"

"I ... uh ... yes ... I understand," said Nadine, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. She sounded most unlike the Nadine that Tabitha had known during their sixth grade year together.

Tabitha cocked her head and raised an eyebrow without saying a word. Nadine frowned for a moment, then her face lit up with a huge grin. Nodding her head, she said, "I understand Mistress.

"Good," said Tabitha.

Tell her to strip naked, said the Voice.

"Uh, you need to take off your clothes. All of them," Tabitha said, her tone one of authority after faltering on the first word. Then, as if her last three words left room for interpretation, she added, "Even your underwear."

She watched Nadine undress without hesitation, absently noting that the girl had larger breasts than her own. Tabitha now wore an A-cup bra, and she judged Nadine to be a B-cup. Unlike her own sparsely haired blond pudenda, Nadine's mons pubis was completely covered, albeit thinly, with dark curly hairs.

Smiling now, and looking expectant, Nadine stood naked before her new Mistress, making no attempt to cover or hide her nakedness. Tabitha—on her own, not prompted by the Voice—asked curiously, "Tell me something Nadine. Why do you bully so many people all the time? I don't understand why you do that."

"It was ... I mean ... I've ... tried to suppress my true nature, I guess."

"What does that mean? What is your true nature?" Tabitha asked, genuinely interested.

"I'm ... I mean ... what gives me pleasure is being totally submissive, Mistress. I've known it for a long time, but I fought against it. But the way you ordered me to be here this afternoon—"

She broke off suddenly. Blushing, she looked down at the floor before continuing in a voice so soft that Tabitha could barely hear the words.

"Lying there on the floor after you knocked me on my ass this morning ... I got ... aroused, and my panties ... they got a little moist. No one has ever spoken to me like that, and I knew at that moment that you would be my Mistress. I just can't fight my true nature any more. I don't want to fight it any more."

Nadine raised her head and looked Tabitha in the eye before adding in a stronger voice, "I wish only to please you Mistress."

"Ah, I think I understand," said Tabitha. And she truly did. In spite of the way she'd let Nadine bully her for an entire school year, Tabitha's true nature was to be a dominant personality and it had been a struggle for her to try and suppress that. Now, she didn't have to.

These two—they were made for each other. They could each be what they needed to be. And that's what adolescence is all about, isn't it? A time for learning and growing into the adult you will become.

The Voice interrupted the conversation.

Get the dog collar out of your backpack and put it around her neck.

Dog collar? Tabitha thought. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the leather collar—which had a leash attached—and examined it, since she'd never seen it before. Where did this come from? she wondered. How long has it been in my backpack?

Tabitha walked over to Nadine, smiling when she saw the silver tag hanging from the collar. Nadine's smile was even bigger when Tabitha showed her the two words that were engraved on the tag—Tabitha's Bitch. Hooking the collar around Nadine's neck she said, "Get down on your hands and knees slave, we're going to check the mail."

She led her new pet across the fifty or so yards of grassy lawn, Nadine on her hands and knees, her unfettered breasts swaying forward and back. Tabitha idly wondered what would happen if someone drove by or if one of her neighbors happened to come out while she was leading around a naked preteen girl on a leash.

She found out right after pulling the mail out of the box, when her next door neighbor walked around the corner, pulling a small metal cart which held two grocery bags.

"Why, hello Tabitha," said Mrs. Oliver pleasantly. "Oh my goodness, you have a new pet. What an adorable little dog! What's his name?"

"Her name is Nadine," Tabitha replied, trying to suppress a smile.

"Is she a puppy?" said Mrs. Oliver, petting Nadine on the top of her head.

"Not exactly, she's twelve."

"Well, I bet you're going to have lots of fun with your new pet. I'll see you later, dearie."

You have no idea, thought Tabitha. Out loud she said, "Bye, Mrs. Oliver. Nice to see you."

As Mrs. Oliver walked into her own house, Tabitha questioned the Voice. "What the heck just happened? How did she not see a naked twelve-year-old girl on a leash?"

Perception Tabby. People see what they expect to see, especially since you have the power to shape their perception of reality.

"Really, I have that power? That's cool. What other powers do I have?"

Baby steps Tabby. Baby steps.

Back in her bedroom Tabitha stripped off her own clothes, removed the leash and kissed Nadine. Soon their tongues were battling inside their mouths while they each pressed their naked mounds against the other. Their still-developing breasts mashed into each other, Nadine's bountiful plumpness against Tabitha's petite firmness.

Panting with desire, Tabitha broke the kiss when she could smell her own arousal—or maybe it was Nadine's—and told her slave to lie down on the bed.

Then the Voice directed her to the backpack again. Tabitha found four pairs of small handcuffs, the perfect size for a twelve-year-old's wrists. She used them to bind Nadine's arms and legs to the four bedposts, leaving her pet's most private parts fully exposed and available to her.

As she clicked the last handcuff around Nadine's ankle, she couldn't help but notice the moisture seeping out of the bound girl's bare pussy. Smiling with anticipation, she straddled her pet's head and said, "Pleasure me slave."

In the most dominant position she could imagine, Tabitha mashed her wet preteen treasure against Nadine's eager mouth, humping the helpless girl's face as her pussy immediately began to rise.

It was a submissive's dream come true as well. Naked, spread-eagled and bound to the bed with another girl's pussy practically smothering her, Nadine went to work, trying her best to please her new Mistress.

My sweet little bitch really knows how to eat a girl's pussy, Tabitha thought twenty minutes later, just before she had a massive orgasm. Her climaxing pussy gushed girl cum wetly in her lover's face until Nadine's cheeks looked similar to a glazed doughnut.

When her orgasm finally began to wane, Tabitha became aware that Nadine was whimpering softly with need. She scooted down and began to grind her satisfied cunt against her slave's slippery sex, and that was all it took for Nadine to climax.

Lying next to her submissive new slave, Tabitha couldn't help but notice the small puddle of Nadine's nectar under the girl's bottom. She smiled, remembering the lengths she had gone to in order to avoid Nadine her entire sixth grade year. Now, she didn't want to let the girl out of her sight.

Tabitha unlocked all the handcuffs and told Nadine she could get dressed. Before she could get dressed herself, she was once again directed to her backpack to discover some new toys.

"Where is all this stuff coming from? Why haven't I seen any of this before?" she asked the Voice.

Does it really matter Tabby? You worry too much about things that aren't important.

Having already found a dog collar and leash, and four pairs of handcuffs, Tabitha wasn't surprised to find a small assortment of dildos and a bright red ball gag in her backpack. She questioned the Voice about the ball gag, but after hearing what it was for, decided she probably wouldn't be using it. She rather liked the noises Nadine made while they were having sex and had no desire to muffle them.

The precocious twelve-year-old seventh grader didn't know what the dildos were called yet, but decided against asking the Voice. Some internet research would provide some answers. She was smart enough to know from the shape what they would be useful for.

She found one simple dildo, about six inches long. There was also a strap-on of a similar size, which she had no idea how to actually put on, although it wouldn't take her long to figure that out.

There was also a shorter device, about four inches long, but the base had a curved piece which Tabitha quickly figured out was designed to fit over the clitoris. The whole thing could be held in place by a girl's panties, which immediately gave her the idea to have Nadine wear it at school the next day.

Then, to her delight, she learned that both the curved piece that covered the clit and the penis shaped part were variable speed vibrators and could be controlled independently by a small remote. She handed the small device to Nadine and told her to put it in before she got dressed in the morning.

On the second day of her seventh grade year, Tabitha settled into her desk in homeroom and pulled out the remote. She focused her eyes one row to her right and two seats in front of her where Nadine sat facing forward.

She began to play with the remote, varying the speed of both vibrators, which she knew were snug inside her slave's panties. Nadine began to squirm her curvy little butt on the seat.

For the next fifteen minutes Tabitha played with the remote, smiling as she watched her lover react to having her pussy and clit stimulated while fully dressed and sitting among a roomful of her classmates.

Just before homeroom was over, Nadine crested. Tabitha knew the exact moment the girl's orgasm slammed into her shapely twelve-year-old body. She was impressed at the way Nadine managed to have an orgasm in such a crowded room without anyone—except Tabitha—knowing.

Save for a soft sigh and the way her body was wiggling slightly, Nadine gave no other sign of her climax and no one else in the room could tell what had happened. As her pleasure began to wane the bell rang. Tabitha picked up her backpack and joined her new lover as they left the room.

"Well," Tabitha said lasciviously, "that looked like a good one. How was it?"

Grinning broadly, Nadine said very softly, "It was wonderful Mistress. Thank you for letting me cum."

That afternoon, Tabitha learned how to put the strap-on dildo around her waist. With Nadine again handcuffed to the bed, her cunt exposed and vulnerable in the spread-eagled position, Tabitha fucked her former tormentor relentlessly for nearly thirty minutes, feeling her own pleasure rise slowly as her clit was gently massaged by the strap-on.

If Tabitha counted correctly, Nadine had three orgasms before Tabitha herself finally crested, but hers was the most intense she'd ever had and it left her physically drained, but very happy as she collapsed on top of her submissive sex partner. It takes a lot of energy to fuck someone for a half hour.

Tabitha Steele and Nadine Markham were inseparable for the rest of their seventh grade school year. They had sex nearly every day and neither of them could seem to get enough. Nadine grew to love Tabitha's domination over her, fully accepting her true nature as a submissive. The reversal of their roles from the previous year made both of them happy.

Nadine no longer bullied anyone and became quite popular. Tabitha blossomed without the fear that had governed her life the year before.

On the last day of the seventh grade, Tabitha got her revenge for the humiliation that she had suffered on the last day of the sixth grade, her now infamous performance of Fankee Foodle.

Unfortunately, she was the only one who got to witness Nadine's humiliation. But that was okay, because even though no one else saw it—because of altered perception—she enjoyed it tremendously.

The way it unfolded was almost accidental. Nadine was to give an oral report on one of the European nations. She had the small dildo inside her panties as her Mistress had ordered. As Nadine began her report, Tabitha thought, I should have made her do it topless.

Then, standing there in front of the class, Nadine absently began unbuttoning her blouse. She shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor, then unhooked and tugged off her peach colored bra.

Holy crap, Tabitha thought. Do I have the power to make her do that?

Tabby, my sweet, you have more power than you can imagine, said the Voice, almost tenderly.

Tabitha willed Nadine to remove her skirt. Without missing a word of her presentation, Nadine unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Standing in front of all her classmates, she continued with her oral report flawlessly, dressed only in her panties, white knee socks and her running shoes.

Tabitha pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing out loud as Nadine's cheeks began to turn pink with embarrassment. For all she knew, everyone could see her exposed boobs hanging out. Looking over her classmates, Tabitha realized that they all saw Nadine as fully dressed. Only she could see the girl standing there in her low-cut hip-hugging underpants.

Tabitha pulled out the remote for the vibrator inside Nadine's pussy and began to play with the buttons. Only when Nadine's lacy white panties showed a large dark wet stain in the crotch, and drops of moisture from her arousal began to seep out and drip slowly down the girl's thighs did she relent and turn off the remote, leaving her slave on the brink of an orgasm, but denying her the release.

I love having control of my little slave bitch, she thought.

Surreptitiously pulling out her phone, she captured the last several moments of Nadine's visible arousal for posterity in a high definition video, reveling in Nadine's humiliation. Even though no one saw it except her.

July, summer before 8th grade

Three weeks later, on July 2, at exactly twelve minutes past midnight—making it officially Tabitha's thirteenth birthday—the Voice woke her out of a sound sleep.

Oh Tabitha, I have had so much fun being with you, but my work here is finished. You've had a chance to explore your sexuality and have a wonderful dominant/submissive relationship with Nadine. It's time for me to move on to help another girl through puberty. Goodbye love.

Groggy from being awakened in the middle of the night, Tabitha just mumbled something incoherent and went back to sleep. It wasn't until she woke up later that morning that she recalled the Voice's final words.

She only called me Tabitha twice ... the day she came and the day she left. I'm actually going to miss hearing her call me Tabby, she thought sadly. It took some time to get used to having her in my head, but she really did a lot for me in the past year. Without her I might never have known how much Nadine and I love each other.

The Voice no longer resided in her head, but Tabitha would discover in the months to come that the powers she had been given by the Voice remained ... as well as a few new ones that she didn't know about.

At least, she didn't know about them—yet.