Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:03:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Quiet Writer <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Nature Part 2

Chapter 4

Bernadette Adams' appearance was striking; the word handsome was often used
to describe her. Bernadette was forty six years old, yet she had a youthful
appearance, but her face showed a lifetime of experiences, and a sort of
wisdom you wanted to trust. Her body was mature but athletic; clearly she
was a woman that took care of herself. That is not to say she wasn't
feminine. She was; her face was angular but not chiseled, her hair was
quaffed, but not restricted. She had the look of confidence in her face;
however she carried a smile that made you think she knew things you
didn't. Her dark hair was an indefinable color, somewhere between auburn,
black and red, no hint of ever being dyed, and it flowed over her shoulders
with ease and seemed to shimmer even in dim light. Women envied the way
clothes fit her, a dress or jacket never seemed to look the same on anyone
else, though acquaintances always tried to mimic her fashion style.
Bernadette sat in her chair in a black skirt and matching black jacket, she
wore a vibrant pink blouse under it that framed the outline of her breasts.
Everything was in its place, as if she had been sitting there waiting for
her to show up for hours. Everything about the woman was tailored and very
expensive, straight out of Agnes B's in Paris. Mindy nearly peed herself at
the sight of this majestic woman.

"Come in, you must be Mindy. Please dear, take a seat".

Mindy had to remind herself to close her jaw as she looked nervously around
the room for a place to sit.

"Right here Mindy, I have always preferred to use the old fashioned
Partners Desk, I prefer the intimacy it provides two people who will be
working as closely as you and I will be. That's your seat right there
Mindy, please sit."

Mindy smiled and looked into Bernadette Adams' eyes for the first time, and
saw the feature that everyone who ever met her always remembered. Her blue
eyes seemed to be electric, atomic even; they seemed to radiate a light
when you looked directly into them. They weren't the pale blue "mouse eyes"
that so many woman thought to be attractive, her eyes were a deep brooding
blue, the blue of the Azurean Sea. Her gaze could take your breath
away. Mindy fought the urge to stare at this beautiful woman that sat
across from her, she didn't however do a very good job. Mindy was a tall
woman, but she felt small sitting across the heavy desk, almost like she
was sitting across from her principal in primary school.

"I was hoping to get here before you this morning Mssssss..."

Bernadette saw the young woman struggling to find the right words. She
raised her eyebrow in a look of anticipation and waited just long enough to
watch the girl feel uncomfortable, and then stepped in to help.

"Mindy, as you know my name is Bernadette. That is what people who do
business with me call me. We will be working together very closely, some of
what we do will be very demanding for you, so when we are at work I'd like
you to call me Ms. Adams or just Miss if you prefer. I hope you understand
that Mindy, its not that I need to hear your respect - which is something I
am sure you'll earn - no, it just that it helps me think more clearly and
it keeps me in the right frame of mind when I am working. However, out side
of the office I would like you to call me Bernadette, eventually. Would you
like that Mindy?" Mindy's was shocked by the straight forward nature of the
woman's words. She made no pretense about her position of power over Mindy
and she didn't shy away from her expectations of the girl's role as her
subordinate.

"Yes, I'd like that Msssss...." Mindy corrected her tone. "I'd like that
very much Miss."

Bernadette let the word hang in the air for a moment, and it gave her pause
to smile as she looked at Mindy's nervous expression.

Over the next few hours, Bernadette Adams meticulously detailed the type of
work that Mindy would be expected to perform for her. She outlined what a
daily work day would entail, including what time she expected her to rise
in the mornings, the type of clothing she expected her to wear, when she
should take her showers, she told her how she was not to wear perfume to
the office and in fact how she preferred the natural aromas of a woman over
anything else in the whole world, and anything you could buy in a mall
departments store would be a pail comparison. She spoke with authority, and
in the same direct manner that Mindy had noticed earlier, she never seemed
to use the word "um" or even pause between thoughts.

Mindy's mind was spinning as the woman described how her entire family was
in the Export business, and in fact had been doing such for generations.
Her family was involved in the commerce trades between far off places,
places Mindy had never even heard of before; Greek Islands, Chinese
villages in Mongolia, locations along the Middle Eastern spice trade
routes, African countries so small they didn't even have forms of
government yet. Ms. Adams had traveled more places in her life then Mindy
could ever have imagined, yet as she explained the volume of commerce that
passed from place to place, how her family came from a "long line of
traders," she never once mentioned what they exported. Each time Mindy
would try and ask a question, the firm smile of this mysterious woman
begged for her patience, as if all questions would be answered in due time;
Mindy had to just trust her, she had to wait, she had to bend to the will
of a woman the likes of which she had never seen before.

Mindy didn't even remember the bus ride home that day. She sat with her new
laptop on top of her prettiest skirt, busily preparing the lists Ms. Adam's
had requested earlier. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair
trying to remember all that was going to be expected of her in the
morning. Her new boss had told her she liked her hair that way, something
that thrilled the young woman to no end. She had felt the same hot stares
from the bus riders on her way home that she did earlier that morning, but
now she didn't care at all. She didn't care what anyone thought of her, she
only cared that she pleased her new boss. Mindy's mind raced as she tried
to replay all the conversations in her head. Her heart was still racing, as
it had all day long. As she rubbed her temples she felt the onslaught of a
viscous headache coming on. "You need to relax", she told herself.

Mindy closed her eyes and pushed out the thoughts of work for a moment, and
just thought about the woman. As her head came to rest on the window of the
bus, she pictured the woman's appearance, trying to recall even the
smallest detail. She could see the way her high cheeks swept down her jaw
line to a perfectly sculptured chin; the simple elegance of her beautiful
face. She thought of the way those blue eyes made her feel when she looked
at her... stared right through her was more accurate. In her mind Mindy
could see the way Ms. Adams' vibrant pink blouse clung to her breasts and
when she bent down to her file cabinet she could see the inside curve of
her cleavage. She thought back to Ms. Adams standing up and the sound her
skirt made as it slid across her silk stockings. As the bus squeaked to its
last stop, she was suddenly aware that she was home. The sun had gone down
and the walk home was chilly. She felt her nipples harden as the clicks of
her heels quickened. Her long nipples began to ache as they brushed up
against the lining of her new bra, a sensation that made her only want to
think of Ms. Adams even more. She needed to get home and into the tub.

Mindy stripped her clothes off quickly, barely stopping to take off her
skirt and shoes; she simply let them lay where they fell down. She looked
at herself in the mirror in the bathroom before getting into the tub, and
her reflection looked completely different from what it did this morning.
There was an entirely new woman staring back at her. As she took off her
bra and panties she was reminded once again that her body was clamoring for
attention. Mindy was feeling sexual, not just horny; she had learned to
live with that feeling. No, she felt a raw sexuality about herself now. She
wanted to nurture that, to embrace it, rather than run away from it as she
had always done. She wanted to feel like a slut sometimes. After all, she
had known plenty of sluts in college; they all seemed to have fun. Why
couldn't she embrace her sexuality in an open and raw sense? She knew that
the sting of profane language in a sexual sense always turned her on. She
decided to see just how much.

She grasped her nipples and gave a low moan as she gently began to turn
them back and forth. The length of the young woman's nipples grew with each
passing moment, passing the length of a common pencil eraser, looking more
like the nipple you'd find on an infant's bottle. She pulled them outward
and then up, whimpering like a chained dog. She supported the weight of
them with her firm grasp as they swung side to side. She had never
understood the concept of pain causing pleasure, thay had always been
diametrically opposed things, but she had to admit the discomfort she felt
in her nipples now seemed to have a direct relationship to the wetness now
spreading across her inner thighs. Mindy looked at her flushed face in the
mirror, and licked her lips lewdly, running her tongue around the edges as
if to highlight them. She looked in the mirror and felt sexy, even slutty
like a tramp, like a common whore as she continued shamelessly flirting
with her own image. She had never behaved like this before, and she found
the release quite profound. One lewd action led to another, until she was
talking to the woman in the mirror as if she had never seen her before, and
maybe she hadn't.

"You like that don't you? Yes I bet you do... tell me you like it. That's
right you dirty girl, I bet you'd like you pussy rubbed too, wouldn't you?"

Mindy ran her hand into her blonde muff of fur and felt the wetness of her
own pubic hair; dewy drops of lubrication clung to her neat labia and
dripped down her thighs. She raised one leg up onto the toilet seat to see
the pinkness of her slit better, she admired the symmetry of her sex, the
way her inner labia folded perfectly over the swollen folds of her outer
lips like the peddles of rose. Mindy wanted to witness her sex being used
by the whore she saw in the mirror. Her words and deeds climbed higher with
every passing moment.

"That's right, rub your little pussy for me, show me how wet you are.
Yes... just like that. Uh huh... that's it, now put your finger inside
you... Uggggghhh, yesssss, like that... now fuck that cunt you dirty
girl... God Damn it, you are so wet.... fuck yes, like that. Come on, do
it... DO IT, deeper!" The girl was out of her mind with lust.

She stared at her wet fingers plunging in and out of her sex. She had never
taken time to look at herself like this before, and thrilled at the
sight. She inserted a second, then a third finger into her dripping hole,
and on and on the base insults continued, echoing in the cramped bathroom
as if watching someone else use her. As if the hand of another woman fucked
her so deeply... so completely... Three fingers now like a piston as they
crammed themselves into her throbbing flesh.

"Do you want to cum slut? Do you? Is that what you need, you need to cum,
like the then needy slut you are? DO YOU?"

That was it... the dam had broke. A day's worth of sexual tension released,
or maybe it was a lifetime's. Mindy didn't even hear herself scream at
first. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the deep
throbbing inside her squelching cunt as she instantly poured the milky oil
stored up over a lifetime of ignoring her sexual needs onto the tile floor
of her bathroom. She had orgasmed before, but not like this. With one hand
nearly tearing her nipples off, and the other fucking herself with a
machine-like pace, the young woman's cunt gushed forth in a torrent of girl
jizz, running down her legs and pooling at her feet. It came out with such
force that it startled the young girl; never before had her body reacted to
her climax in such a violent way. Her legs felt weak, but she wasn't done
cumming yet. By sheer will she continued to stand. Mindy spread her legs
obscenely and arched her hips upwards toward the mirror and with a scream
that could be heard two houses away she reached the apex of her crisis. She
flung her hand out of the grasp of her clutching cunt and rubbed her
clitoris wildly as a final stream of milky girl cum squirted from her
spasming hole in a high arch, quickly covering the space between her and
the wall and flooding the mirror in front of her. She watched in lustful
horror as the image of her own face became obscured by the murky fluids
running down the mirror.

"Gaaaaaawdddddd!" The woman cried as she could barely stand. The orgasm was
devastating, frightening even. This moment had been an epiphany for her; it
was a new beginning, and a sweet end to a life of hiding from her own
pleasure. Her vile words still echoing in the hard walls of the bathroom,
words she didn't even recognize, words that didn't seem her own, and maybe
they weren't. Maybe that wasn't her voice, if felt as if someone else spoke
for her, as if someone else were controlling the things she said and did. A
new force had entered the very being of Mindy Swanson, and her name was
Bernadette Adams.

Chapter 5

Mindy woke from another restless night's sleep. She had spent much of the
night tossing and turning, her mind never straying too far from the
extraordinary events of the last 24 yours. After her shower, and new
primping routine, the young woman spent a full 20 minutes staring at her
bland wardrobe. She wanted to dress impressively for Ms. Adams, but she
knew she couldn't match her sense of style or clothing budget. Finally she
decided to put on the same bra and panties from yesterday, as they made her
feel special and sexy, even though they were a bit ripe smelling from all
her excitement. She finally decided on a black and pink dress she had worn
to a failed Valentine's party several years ago. It fit her well and had
just the right amount of sex appeal, as well as still being on the edge of
business appropriate. The dress had a low sweeping neckline and cute
ruffled half sleeves, and lay just above her knees. As she slipped on her
stockings, she realized that she would stick out against the backdrop of
the other tenth floor secretary staff, but she imagined the partner's desk
she shared with her boss as her own refuge. She could stay in there all day
as if in a cocoon made for the two of them. The thought seemed thrilling
and romantic and Mindy couldn't wait to get back to work.

It was 6:45 in the morning when she arrived at work, anxious to be able to
show her boss how dedicated she was to her new position. Once again her
hopes were dashed when she turned the corner toward her special refuge with
the mysterious Ms. Adams. The lights were already on in the corner office
and she could see the shadows of other people milling around, whispering in
hushed tones. Her pace quickened as she began to wonder if there was an
early morning meeting she didn't remember. It was possible she had
forgotten in all the excitement of yesterday. She nervously opened the door
and was greeted with the stares of half a dozen women. Not just any women
though; each of them were stunning in their own rights, impeccably dressed,
so beautiful in fact that Mindy thought each deserved a brass name plate
next to them like some piece of art in a museum. These women had the same
look of elegance and success that Ms. Adams had. Each woman looked
dramatically different from the other, all seemed to have different
ethnicities, different skin tones, but each had a common element. They had
the appearance of powerful accomplished women, and they somehow didn't seem
surprised at all to see her, almost as if they already knew her.

Ms Adams was sitting at the partner's desk across from the most stunning
black woman Mindy had ever seen. She was thin and tall, at least 5 inches
taller than Mindy was, and she was as beautiful as any Paris model she had
ever seen a picture of. Mindy had worked with and gone to school with many
black women in her young life, but none of them had the dark complexion of
this amazing creature. Her skin was as black as a moonless night. She
seemed to shimmer, as if she had been covered in hot tar, smooth and
supple. She had the kind of skin you just wanted to touch just to see if it
was real. As Mindy stood in the door she noticed all but those two women
had been staring at her. She had never been in a room with so many
beautiful and impressive women in her life, it was an almost terrifying
experience. The women looked at her like a pride of lionesses would a baby
gazelle that stumbled into their den. They smiled and turned to whisper to
each other, yet none of them offered her a greeting, or any warmth. She
thought that this must be what a lobster feels like before its plucked out
of its holding bath. As she walked closer to her boss, who had not yet
noticed her, she swore she heard the stunning Asian woman sitting next to
her growl at her backside.

"Ah Mindy, I'm glad your here, we were just finishing up a little meeting,
we'll be out of the way here in just a moment."

Bernadette offered Mindy no explanation for this meeting, nor did she try
and introduce Mindy to any of the women who were now molesting her with
their eyes. Mindy stood awkwardly alone in the middle of the room waiting
for her boss to finish up. She tried to read the writing on the stack
papers on the desk. They appeared to be contracts of sorts, but she
couldn't make out the language they were written in. Her boss spoke to the
ebony queen in a foreign language that Mindy had never heard before. They
bantered back and forth, appearing to haggle over something in the
document. Occasionally both women would glance up at Mindy, then back down
again, changing words on the contract and initializing the changes. The
black woman said something of great importance, her hands waved in large
circles and then she looked at Mindy... There was pause as all the women
seemed to fix their laser stares at the young girl, making her wish she had
worn something much less bold to work that day. After a tense moment of
silence, the room erupted in laughter, all the women apparently
understanding completely what was happening. Mindy hadn't a clue, but felt
as if it had something to do with her.

There was a rustle of activity as the women each grabbed their folders
containing contracts just as had been signed on the desk. They were sealed
with a wax stamp and each of the women put their documents into their
expensive brief cases. This was the conclusion of some sort of meeting that
obviously had been going on for a long time. Mindy wondered what this could
have to do with her company, but realized it was best not to ask just yet,
remembering her boss' reassuring smile that all questions would be made
clear in due time. The six women seemed to stand in a line to say goodbye
to Bernadette Adams. As they approached the dark haired beauty, each would
touch Bernadette with an embrace that was not at all business-like, in fact
more like lovers would say goodbye. They each shared a brief hushed moment
with her, smiling and whispering a personal message. There was real
tenderness in their parting words, and each ended with a solemn kiss, the
sort of kiss that seemed to seal a deal. But a deal for what, Mindy
wondered.

Ms. Adams walked the women to the door and said goodbye in six differently
languages. There were parting embraces and understanding nods, promises
were reinforced with smiles and as if on cue, the all turned on a heel and
left. Mindy stood behind in the vacuum created by the departure of this
indescribable collection of women. Bernadette stood silently for a few
moments as if she were soaking in sweet victory, her eyes closing slowly as
if to savor an image. Then she slowly opened them again and affixed her
deep blue stare on the ever shrinking Mindy Swanson. Bernadette walked
straight towards herr with an eyebrow raised. There was a moment of charged
anticipation before Ms. Adams reached out to touch the young woman. She
stood in front of Mindy and lifted her hair up off her shoulders and let it
slide through her fingers like silky sand, examining her neck and jaw line
as if to size it. With the soft touch of her finger, Bernadette moved
Mindy's head to the side. The young woman's skin seemed to melt.

"Yes I do like your hair better down, but it hides your pretty neck, we
will have to look into setting you up for an appointment with my stylist,
she could do wonders with that pretty mop on your head."

And with a wry smile, she turned away and focused her concentration on the
fresh stack of papers on her desk. She knew her new assistant had many
questions about this morning's events, but it wasn't time to explain
everything just yet. The rest of the day went on with the business of
setting up the office and getting everyone situated. Mindy was getting used
to the desk arrangement, she felt awkward at first sitting so close to the
woman, but soon began to treasure the intimacy of their closeness. There
was absolutely no hiding anything from her boss' gaze. Everything she did
was seen, every phone call was noted, and every lapse of concentration
caused a quick glance from across the desk. When she needed to use the
restroom, she had to make sure her boss didn't need her for anything before
she went, but it felt more like she was asking permission to pee. More than
once, Mindy was caught staring across the desk at Ms. Adams with dreamy
eyes; it was a look that did not go unnoticed. She had the feeling she was
in some sort of athletic training.

They had worked straight through lunch, and the young woman's stomach had
begun to rumble aloud. Bernadette set down her papers and glanced at her
Petex Phillpe watch noting the advancing hour. She watched her assistant
type away diligently on her latest project. She sat back in her chair,
enjoying the momentary break from her work and soaked in the pristine
beauty of young Mindy Swanson. She had good length of bone, a natural
facial beauty, and despite her failed efforts to dress stylishly she could
still see that her hidden body would be quite nice indeed to see in its raw
form. She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn't be long. Bernadette could
tell that Mindy had felt her piercing stare by the way she nervously
brushed her hair from her eyes while she typed and how she raised her chin
in an effort to show off her neck. Yes, Bernadette knew that her small
efforts would soon transform her new duckling into a prized swan.

"Alright Ducks, what do you say we call it a day? We skipped our lunch
earlier, so why don't we go out for a bite to eat?" Mindy could hardly
believe her ears.

She was absolutely famished as she had nothing to eat so far the entire
day, even though she watched her boss munch away happily on fruit and
vegetable snacks all afternoon. Mindy wanted any chance she could get to
spend more time with the increasingly enchanting woman; indeed she felt as
if she would be lost when she wasn't in her presence. After gathering their
belongings, the two women walked towards the elevators, the older woman
never having a phone too far from her ear. She chatted in French, to
someone who Mindy could tell, sounded very excited. She wondered who all
these people where; she didn't think her company did business in France at
all. It was becoming clear that Ms. Adams had interests that lay outside
the office; business involving a bevy of beautiful women, as it appeared.

As they left the building they were met by a gray Limousine. Mindy had
never ridden in a Limousine before and was excited at the chance. The
driver side door opened, and out climbed the largest person Mindy had ever
seen. The stunning woman had a platinum blonde crew cut, it made her look
taller if that was possible; her features were chiseled but beautiful. She
stood at least 6'5" and had to weigh over 300 pounds, but she was lean and
muscular, you could see the definition in her arms and legs as she walked
towards the rear door... She looked more like a female wrestler than a
chauffeur. She wore the largest pair of black leather pants Mindy had ever
seen, and matching leather coat which concealed her bare chest, complete
with a dangling female symbol chain.

She opened the door for Ms. Adams, and Mindy saw her boss run the back of
her hand across her chauffeur's face as she slide into the dark. The
wrestling chauffeur's smile towards Mindy was quite different, it was an
all-knowing smile, almost as if she had ushered a thousand Mindies into the
back of Limousines before her. It made the young woman feel
uneasy. Bernadette had two more quick phone calls, one apparently in
Russian the other sounding sort of like Arabic, but Mindy couldn't be sure.

She then picked up the Limo phone and gave the driver some directions;
"Prendalo domestico. Prenda questo al foro di conigli."

"Sorry Ducks, but there has been a change of plans. I have some business to
attend to, but Bianca will get you where you need to go." Bernadette placed
her hand on Mindy's knee and leaned in closer, her voice spoke in hushed
tones; her eyes were both sensual and serious at the same time.

"You have done well so far Ducks, and that pleases me. You will be rewarded
for pleasing me. You want to please me don't you?" All Mindy could do was
nod meekly. Her stomach felt sick with excitement and anxiety. For a moment
she worried that she would actually be sick.

"Good, it's important that you understand everything that is going to
happen. You are being taken to a special place, we call it the Cocoon." The
woman's lip raised in a decidedly wicked smile. "You are expected there,
you will be given a series of choices and how you choose will affect the
rest of your life. You do want to change your life Ducks, don't you?"

Bernadette's hand slid up Mindy's thigh, pushing her dress up far enough to
expose her panties which now absolutely reeked of feminine
anticipation. Mindy forced a thin lipped smile, again fearing she was about
to vomit in the beautiful woman's lap, and nodded;

"Yes Miss, I do want to change."

"I know you do Ducks, that is why you're being taken to the Cocoon. It's a
place where changes begin. Now make me proud, and make your choices
wisely."

And with that she leaned closer, letting her hot breath flood Mindy's
face. She stuck out her tongue in an overtly sexual way and traced it round
Mindy's mouth, causing her to whimper. Bernadette looked at the trembling
young girl and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was ready.

"You have a lovely mouth Ducks." She ran her thumb across the girl's dry
lips. "I have such plans for it. Will you give me your mouth? Will you let
me have it, and use it as I see fit?"

The girl was speechless at the direct and undeniable implications of her
raw words. She was in sudden horror as she realized she had just peed
herself with the overwhelming emotions that were now swirling around
her. Mindy forced herself to give Ms. Adams a meek nod.

"Good, I knew you would. Ohh, Ducks, you are going to learn so much... so
very, very much."

With that the Limo pulled up to a tall black building. Ms. Adams' door
opened, and Mindy could only see the chauffeur's black leather clad
ass. She stared for a moment as the two women stood outside sharing some
last minute instructions. She could see their bodies press close to one
another, but couldn't make out what they were doing. She saw her boss' hand
come down swiftly with a sharp "SMACK" on the leather-clad bottom of the
large woman, and then she disappeared into the dark building. The opening
of the door darkened as it filled the large face and gleaming eyes of the
Platinum Warrior.

"Welcome to the Rabbit Hole."

Mindy sat, staring, trying to digest the words she had just heard. The
large woman closed the door and went speeding off down the freeway.

Chapter 6

Mindy had no idea what she was to expect. In fact, she didn't really
understand much of what has happened to her in the last 48 hours. Her head
spun with the new images and words. Ms. Adams' secrets were promised to be
revealed, but who were the women in her office at such an early hour this
morning, and why had they treated her so strangely? Her boss' attraction to
her mouth, while thrilling, was frightening at the same time. And what on
earth is a Rabbit Hole? Just as she felt another headache coming on, the
limo came to a stop, the wheels crunching on dirt. Bianca opened her door,
and offered her a massive hand. Mindy wasn't sure what the Cocoon was going
to be like, but she never would have guessed it was like this. The limo had
stopped on what could best be described as, "The Other Side of the Tracks."
They sat in the middle of a line of pawn shops, hourly rate motels, peep
show houses and liquor stores. Mindy didn't feel safe at all, the stares
they were getting from the rummies and prostitutes nearby was making her
rethink her desire for change, but Bianca's reassuring smile and her
muscular bulk, put her a little more at ease.

"Everything will be fine kiddo, just fine" the woman said in a deep and
focused voice. "I'll get you to the door, and I'll be waiting for you on
the other side."

Mindy wasn't sure what that meant, but she was glad the woman wouldn't be
far away. The large white haired woman knocked on the door and was greeted
by a face she obviously had known quite well. "I've got her from here doll,
thanks. I am surprised she has another one so fast." Mindy looked at the
woman inside the door, and was not sure what she was talking about. It was
the sort of woman Mindy didn't usually make eye contact with, or maybe it
would be more accurate to say they never seemed to look at her. She was
short and heavy, not at all like the statuesque women Mindy had seen around
Ms. Adams thus far. Her body was covered with tattoos and piercings. At
first glance, Mindy counted 5 on her face alone, not to mention the facial
tattoos and purple hair. She had a nice smile about her, and under
everything she had a very pretty face. Mindy thought she would be very cute
without the ... well without everything else. She was the kind of girl you
always wonder what had happened in her life to make her want to change
herself so completely this way. Mindy thought about that for a moment and
it dawned on her that maybe they weren't that different after all. She too
was in the process of some sort of change, maybe she was just a taller,
leaner version of the woman before her. She was changing alright; but into
what, she had no idea.

The gigantic blonde leaned in to give Mindy one last piece of advice;
"You're here because she chose you, none of this is an accident. Trust your
instincts kiddo and you'll be fine." Mindy turned to walk into the Cocoon.

"My name is Cherie, and you must be Mindy, you're as scrumptious as a
cupcake. Not sure I have ever met a Mindy before. The name doesn't really
suit you, you're far too pretty to have such a dorky name. You look more
like a Domenique or an Angelica to me. Not that it really matters; you'll
be renamed soon anyway, right?

The stout woman was talking very fast as she walked quickly through the
dimly lit store. Mindy was surprised at how clean and organized everything
was. There were service counters, like you would find in a jewelry store,
but there was nothing in them. In fact there wasn't much at all in the
store that Mindy could see. There was a line of built-in drawers along the
far wall, none of them marked. There was a changing room in the center of
the store, but it didn't have a door on it. In fact the only thing that
made Mindy even think she was in the right place at all were an identical
set of ivory carved skulls sitting on a high shelf, the exact same ones
that were on the back of Ms. Adams credenza. Mindy was eyeing the chubby
girl, she could see her mouth moving, but couldn't make out the endless
stream of words that flowed from her.

"Do you know where you're going yet? Most girls don't know, but some
request certain assignments. Some girls are just born with natural gifts, I
guess. Have you been fitted yet? I can usually guess sizes pretty
well.... geez you're skinny as a rail, you're a zero, or a one on a bad
day, right?" The girl giggled at her own lame joke. "And your legs are
what? 34 ... 36 inches? Don't sweat it doll, no one knows their tail sizes
quite yet, will you need a tail fitting today?"

Mindy's eyes snapped to the girl, her face looking like it was about to
explode.

"WAIT!" Mindy shouted. "Slow down, I don't even know what this place is or
why I'm here. My boss wanted me to get a haircut, I remember that much,
maybe some clothes, but ....  Just .. Just slow down."

Cherie realized what was going on. This was a rush job and she obviously
didn't get all the information first. She knew she needed to shift gears
quickly or risk losing her. She reached out and took Mindy's hand in her
chubby little fingers, and took a deep breath. She looked up into the tall
woman's eyes and with an elf like giggle she started over.

"I apologize, I thought you had been told some things already, let me see
if I can help you here."

"Yes please, I have a million questions." Mindy interrupted and began to
talk almost as fast as the tattooed girl had done, not really making much
sense at all. "What is the cocoon and who were those women I saw this
morning, what does she export, where am I right now, and what is the...."

Cherie reached out and stopped her before she began to cry. She pulled her
down to a leather couch and sat down beside the frantic young woman; she
placed her hand on Mindy's knee and gave her a little squeeze.

"Hold on, Dollface, I just work here, most of your questions I can't answer
for you, but if you'll just sit still for a minute maybe I can help."

Mindy felt better, she was calming down. Cherrie had surprising warmth in
her eyes and Mindy felt she could trust her. The girl's chubby hand felt
comforting on her knee; in fact it felt better than that. Mindy tried to
focus her attention on the girl's mouth and understand what she was saying,
but once again her body had a mind of its own.