Chapter 40: A Good Girl, After AllThe m, after a few hours of fitful sleep, I dragged myself into the bathroom and showered and took care of ies and even shaved my legs and pits--o time. I decided to put extra special effort into getting ready for my meeting with Doctor Scooter.

  I went through the process of getting ready in a slightly numb, detached haze. dy would effectively be dead by this afternoon. The real dy, I knew from reading her report, had died not long ago and I’d kept the memory of her alive. Now she could rest for real and for some reason I felt like sending her off with a proper show of respect by wearing something—showy, and bright and glittery. She’d been a good girl, after all, and deserved a least that. Maybe I figured that I’d misjudged her. I didn’t want to think about it though. It was easier to lose myself in the m routine.

  From the back of the closet I pulled out an item I’d eyed with trepidation since moving to the ic: a pair of teimeter tall Jimmy Chou bck leather stilettos, the same I’d worn iel that very first night to throw off pursuit. I’d been wearing heels for three weeks now, but I hadn’t dared wear anything that . . . risky agai.

  And once I started with that it just seemed right to follow through with all the other things I’d beeant to try on: my ciest, skimpiest panties and the matg suspender belt and wispy, silk stogs. I hadn’t worn anything so overtly feminine sihat first night K dressed me up to throw off pursuit.

  Then I struggled into a tight, just-above-the-knees skirt that hugged my tours like a sed skin. It hobbled my stride, f small, ming steps--but with those heels, man, did it ever give me a delightfully sexy ass-swaying wiggle. Hell, there’s no way I could’ve tugged the zipper shut if I hadn’t ced the corset that extra inch tighter. It left me slightly breathless and flushed but for some reason that left me feeling all the more feminine. Finally I slipped into a tight blouse, leaving the top breast-baring buttons undone. Why the hell not, I figured. dy deserved a proper seeing off. She really did.

  I also spent the extra time on the makeup. Took my time shaving and followed up with the cealer and foundation and all the other shit that made of my face a proper vas. I blehe eyeshadow and worked the mascara and coloured in my lips and put to use all the practid knowledge I’d accumuted during my stay at Asklepios. After carefully re-painting my nails I dusted my bared flesh with some shimmering powder and positively glowed by the time I finished. Not bad. Not bad at all. Scirls would be proud. I’d learned a lot over the st few weeks.

  Long dangling earrings jigged ay shoulders as I turhis way and that in the full-length mirror. God, I was hot. It really was a shame dy was not long for this world. I’d certainly do her if, you know, that wasn’t me in the mirror. I ran my hands along my curves down to my knees and leaned forward, fshing my cleavage.

  “Good-bye, dy,” I purred. Beautiful emerald-green eyes glittered enigmatically as I gave her a kiss. My lips left a half-formed pink imprint on the gss. My voice dropped to a whisper. “Just between you and me? I’m going to miss you. Just a little bit.”

  Author's Notes:

  If you're impatient to read on, you find everything avaible on Patreon: patreon./fakeminsk, as well as fanart and a few side projects.

  And of course, ents and feedback are always appreciated!