Fate smiled, though there was a strange void in her mind where memories should have been. She often had flashes of familiarity without the context, like an incomplete puzzle missing its picture. It was as though everything felt new and old at the same time, creating an odd sense of déjà vu she couldn’t quite place. Yet, she didn’t realize this was unusual; she assumed everyone experienced life this way.
Brett was the epitome of charm and grace, his tall frame dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His smile was warm and inviting, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Fate couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.
Her mother had insisted on setting her up with Brett, claiming he was the perfect gentleman. Although Fate was initially apprehensive, seeing Brett standing there, she started to believe her mother might have been right.
Brett’s eyes widened slightly as he took in Fate’s appearance. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her loose head of blond curls with platinum highlights framed her face perfectly, and her off-the-shoulder white dress, slit up the side, revealed just enough to be tantalizing without being overt. The two pieces of jewelry her mother had bought for her – a delicate necklace and a pair of elegant earrings – added a touch of sophistication to her ensemble.
Brett stepped forward, gently raising Fate’s hand to his lips and kissing it. Fate blushed, a soft pink hue spreading across her cheeks, as a shy smile played on her lips.
“Wow,” Brett breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look stunning, Fate.”
“Thank you, Brett. You look quite handsome yourself,” she replied softly, her shyness evident in her tone.
They stood there for a moment, caught in the magic of the evening, before Brett extended his hand. “Shall we?”
Fate took his hand, feeling the warmth and strength in his grip. Brett led her to his sleek black SUV that shimmered under the setting sun. He opened the door for her and helped her in before rounding the car to take his seat.
As they drove through the city, Fate suddenly turned to Brett with a playful smile. “How about we put off the reservation until 10pm and just drive around under the night sky?” she suggested.
Brett looked at her, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “That sounds perfect,” he agreed, reaching for his phone to adjust the reservation.
With the reservation rescheduled, they drove aimlessly, the city lights flickering past them like stars. Fate felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration, the wind gently tousling her hair through the open window. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and Fate found herself more and more drawn to Brett.
Eventually, they arrived at a scenic overlook, where Brett parked the car. They sat on the hood of the SUV, wrapped in a cozy blanket, gazing up at the stars. The night sky was a canvas of twinkling lights, and Fate felt a sense of peace wash over her.
“It’s a beautiful night,” Fate said softly, her eyes reflecting the starlight.
“It is,” Brett agreed, his gaze fixed on her. “But it’s even more beautiful because I’m spending it with you.”
Fate’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked down, feeling shy under his intense gaze. “You’re quite the charmer, Brett.”
“I’m just being honest,” he replied, his voice sincere.
They stayed at the overlook for a while, talking and laughing. Fate didn’t want him to feel obligated to talk. Silence was fine. Brett turned to her and asked, “What are you thinking?”
Fate laughed, a sound filled with a mixture of nerves and amusement. “I was just thinking… I don’t know who took my virginity,” she confessed, her eyes searching his for any sign of judgment. “I’ve never been with a man before,” she added, her voice trembling slightly. “I was a virgin a week ago, but my memories don’t agree.”
Brett looked at her with gentle curiosity. “Who are the candidates?” he asked.
Fate took a deep breath. “They were both women,” she admitted, her voice steady despite her nerves.
Brett’s expression softened with empathy and acceptance. He reached across the car, taking her hand in his. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Fate. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re an incredible person, and I’m grateful to have met you.”
Relief washed over Fate, and she smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude for Brett’s understanding and kindness. The connection between them grew stronger, and they continued their evening, sharing stories and dreams.
When they arrived back at her house, Brett walked her to the door, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. Fate turned to face him, her heart racing.
“I had a wonderful time tonight,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“So did I,” Brett replied, his eyes locking onto hers.
For a moment, they stood there, the air between them charged with electricity. Brett leaned in and kissed her at the door, a tender gesture that quickly turned passionate. Fate responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Fate whispered softly, “I think Mommy’s asleep, if you want to come in for a drink.”
Brett’s eyes sparkled with interest. “I’d love that,” he replied.
They quietly entered the house, careful not to make too much noise. Fate led Brett to the living room, where they settled onto the couch with glasses of wine. The night was still young, and they had much more to share with each other.
Fate sat across Brett’s lap, leaning on the armrest, her pouty and uncertain expression contrasting with the elegance of her dress and jewelry. Brett, sensing her unease, gently stroked her hair and whispered reassuring words.
“You’re beautiful, charming, and fun,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. “Don’t ever doubt yourself.”
Fate’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she leaned into his touch, grateful for his comforting presence. “Thank you, Brett,” she whispered. “I needed to hear that.”
Brett’s brow furrowed with concern. “Why do you feel sad, Fate?” he asked gently.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Being a woman has put me in touch with how I feel,” she began. “And sometimes, I feel like I can’t have the happiness I see potential for with you because you could never fully understand me. Bret,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am very, very different. There is someone else who has a hold over me, someone who could rip me away from you with just a phone call.”
Brett’s gaze remained steady, but a shadow of hopelessness crossed his face. “Who is it, Fate?” he asked, his voice strained with concern.
She looked down, her fingers trembling slightly. “It’s complicated. I’m possessed by another, and their control over me is something I can’t easily break free from. It scares me, Brett, because I don’t want to lose you.”
Brett lifted her chin gently, his eyes filled with desperation. “I don’t know how we can face this, Fate. I feel so powerless against something I can’t control. What if we can’t overcome it?”
A tear rolled down Fate’s cheek as she nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst her fear but also sensing Brett’s growing hopelessness. “Thank you for trying, Brett,” she whispered. “But maybe some things are just impossible to fight.”
Fate took another shaky breath, her voice barely audible. “This person… I can’t hide anything from them. It’s like they see right through me, Brett. Every word they say feels like divine truth, and I can’t escape it. It terrifies me because it makes me feel so vulnerable and exposed.”
Brett’s grip loosened, a look of betrayal flashing across his face. “So, all this time, you’ve been under someone’s control and didn’t tell me?” he asked, his voice tinged with hurt. “I thought we were honest with each other, Fate.”
Fate’s eyes welled up with tears, the pain in his words cutting deep. “I wanted to tell you, Brett, but I was so scared. Scared of losing you, scared of what they would do.”
Brett shook his head, stepping back slightly. “I can’t believe this. How am I supposed to trust you now? How do I know you’re not just going to be taken away at any moment?”
Fate’s heart ached, seeing the disappointment and confusion in his eyes. “I don’t know, Brett. I don’t have all the answers. I just know that I care about you more than anything, and I didn’t want this to come between us.”
He looked away, struggling to process the revelation. “I need some time to think,” he finally said, his voice hollow. “I don’t know if I can handle this right now.”
Fate watched him, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her. The future seemed even more uncertain, and the glimmer of hope she once had now felt distant and fragile.
As Brett walked away, the reality of her hopelessness began to sink in, and panic gripped Fate’s heart. Her breaths came faster and more erratically, and she felt a profound sense of desperation. In that moment, she knew she had to confront the source of her torment, the woman who possessed her—Lea.
“I’ll be there,” Fate replied, her voice steadier than she felt. She hung up the phone, a mix of fear and determination coursing through her veins. As she made her way to Lea’s residence, every step felt heavier, laden with the weight of the unknown. The house loomed before her, its dark windows like eyes watching her approach. Gathering her courage, Fate knocked on the door.
The door creaked open, revealing Lea with a serene smile. “Welcome, Fate. I’ve been expecting you,” she said, stepping aside to let her in.
Fate entered cautiously, her senses on high alert. The scent of tea wafted through the air, mingling with the faintest hint of something floral. She followed Lea into a cozy sitting room where a table was already set with a teapot and delicate china cups.
“Please, sit,” Lea gestured to a chair across from her. Fate complied, feeling the tension coil within her like a tightly wound spring.
Lea poured the tea with practiced grace, her movements fluid and unhurried. “Now, let’s get to the heart of the matter, shall we?” she said, handing Fate a cup. “You want to know why your soul burns with rage and why it feels bound to me.”
Fate nodded, gripping the cup with both hands. “Yes, I need to understand,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lea took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Fate’s. “Very well. It all begins with the power of your need for me. Your soul is bound to me because that need shaped your very existence. Every yearning, every desire—consciously or unconsciously—pulled you closer to me.”
Lea’s gaze intensified, and a playful smile danced on her lips. “And now, here you are, Fate. Drawn to me like a moth to a flame. Isn’t it fascinating how irresistible attraction can be?”
Fate’s heart pounded in her chest. “But why does it feel like my soul is on fire?” she asked, her voice quavering.
Fate’s heart pounded in her chest. “But why does it feel like my soul is on fire?” she asked, her voice quavering.
Lea’s expression shifted from serene to stern, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Fate. “Your soul burns with rage and pain whenever you even think of betraying me,” she said, her voice cold and unyielding. “This is because your very essence is entwined with mine. Any thought of forsaking me is a thought of tearing yourself apart. It is your nature to be bound to me, to serve me.”
Fate shuddered, the truth of Lea’s words resonating deep within her. She felt the familiar sting of her soul’s anguish, a reminder of the consequences of defiance.
Seeing the turmoil in Fate’s eyes, Lea’s demeanor softened, a playful smile curling at the corners of her lips. “But isn’t that what makes this all so exhilarating, my dear?” she said, her tone turning flirtatious. “You see, you are my possession. Everything you are, everything you feel, is because of me. Your purpose, your devotion, your very soul—all belong to me.”
Lea leaned closer, her voice a seductive whisper. “And isn’t it liberating to relinquish control, to know that you are mine entirely? You don’t have to worry about the burdens of choice or the weight of independence. No, my Fate, you are free in your submission to me. And that is where you find your peace, your truth.”
Fate’s breath caught in her throat, the intensity of Lea’s gaze holding her captive. Her heart pounded, but amidst the fear and submission, there was an undeniable relief, a dark comfort in the knowledge that she was Lea’s and Lea’s alone. Despite the sternness in Lea’s words, Fate felt a rush of affection and gratitude. Lea’s guidance, though harsh, had given her purpose and direction.
With a soft smile, Lea instructed, “Sip your tea, Fate. Let it calm your nerves.”
Fate took a sip, the warmth of the tea spreading through her body. An unusual calm washed over her, and suddenly, Lea’s words seemed to carry an undeniable weight. Every syllable resonated deeply within her, as if they were the only truth she had ever known.
Lea watched Fate intently, her voice a soothing murmur. “Fate, do you trust me?”
Fate nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Lea, I trust you completely.”
“Good,” Lea continued, her tone gentle but firm. “Now, I need you to be honest with me. Tell me everything you’re feeling, everything you’ve been holding back.”
Fate felt an overwhelming urge to pour out her heart. “Lea, I… I feel like I’m drawn to you in ways I can’t fully understand. There’s a connection, a pull, that I can’t resist. And… I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Lea’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “Thank you for your honesty, Fate. Our bond is indeed strong, and it’s only going to grow deeper. Together, we will explore every facet of this connection, every hidden corner of your heart.”
Fate’s eyes widened with wonder and a newfound clarity. “Yes, Lea. I want that more than anything.”
Lea leaned in closer, her breath mingling with Fate’s. “Then let’s begin this journey, my love. Together, we’ll uncover every truth, every desire, and embrace our destiny with open arms.”
Lea’s gaze grew more intense, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. “You know, Fate,” she whispered, leaning in closer, “there’s something incredibly alluring about your vulnerability. It draws me to you, like a moth to a flame.”
Fate’s breath hitched, her heart racing as Lea’s words wrapped around her like a silken thread. “Lea, I… I’ve never felt this way before,” she confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
Lea’s fingers traced the outline of Fate’s jaw, her touch sending shivers down Fate’s spine. “There’s so much you have yet to discover, my dear,” she purred, her voice dripping with promise. “So many secrets, so many desires… all waiting to be unveiled.”
Fate felt her knees weaken, the world around her blurring as Lea’s presence consumed her. “Lea, I don’t know if I can handle all this,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Lea’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Oh, but you can, Fate. You just need to trust me. Let go of your fears and surrender to the moment.” She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against Fate’s ear. “Imagine all the things we could explore together… every touch, every whisper, every kiss. It’s all within our grasp.”
Fate’s vision swam, the room spinning as Lea’s words ignited a fire within her. She tried to steady herself, but the overwhelming emotions were too much to bear. “Lea, I…” she started, but her voice trailed off as the world around her faded to black, and she fainted into Lea’s arms.
Lea gently laid Fate on the couch, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. She went to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. She set them down on the coffee table, the clink of glass breaking the silence.
“If I’m going to put in the hours, we might as well make it interesting,” Lea said with a sly smile, pouring the amber liquid into the glasses.
Fate stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She saw the tequila and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this for?”
Lea handed her a shot glass. “Liquid courage. We’re about to dive deep, and I need you to be completely open with me. No more hiding.”
Fate took the glass, the warmth of Lea’s hand still lingering on it. “What do you mean?”
Lea took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Fate’s. “I need to know everything about you, Fate. Your fears, your dreams, your past… every secret you hold. I want to understand you completely. So, let’s begin.”
She lifted her glass, waiting for Fate to do the same. Fate hesitated for a moment, then clinked her glass against Lea’s. They downed the shots, the tequila burning a path down their throats.
Lea set her glass down and leaned in closer. “Tell me, Fate. What are you most afraid of?”
Fate felt the warmth of the tequila spreading through her veins, loosening her tongue. “I’m afraid of losing control,” she confessed. “Of letting someone in and getting hurt.”
Lea nodded, her expression serious. “I understand. But to move forward, we need to break down those barriers. Trust me, Fate. This is the first step.”
The questions flowed, each one peeling back another layer of Fate’s defenses. They shared more shots, the alcohol fueling their honesty. Lea’s questions became more probing, more invasive, digging into the deepest corners of Fate’s heart.
By the time the bottle was empty, Fate felt stripped bare, her soul laid open before Lea. She saw the understanding and acceptance in Lea’s eyes, and for the first time, she felt truly seen.
Lea smiled softly, reaching out to touch Fate’s cheek. “Thank you for trusting me. Now, let’s explore this bond of ours, without fear or hesitation.”
Fate nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. “Yes, Lea. I’m ready.”
Lea’s demeanor shifted, her eyes taking on a more analytical expression. “Fate, when I talk about my desire for you, it’s not merely an emotional response. It’s a complex interplay between our minds and hearts. This desire drives my actions towards you, creating what we understand as lust.”
Fate blinked, taken aback by the detached description. “So, it’s all just a mental connection?”
Lea nodded. “Yes, and these connections are powerful enough to influence our behavior, decisions, and even our perception of each other. My attraction to you is a result of these intricate mechanisms within our minds.”
Fate considered this, the warmth of the tequila still present. “Does that make it any less real?”
Lea sighed, her tone turning dismissive. “Fate, your virginity is not what’s important here.” She paused, her gaze sweeping over Fate with an intensity that made her shiver. “What matters is the beauty you embody, the perfection that is uniquely yours.”
Lea’s fingers traced along Fate’s jawline. “Your eyes, Fate. They hold a depth of emotion that is captivating. And your lips, so soft and inviting, are a gateway to your soul.”
She continued, her touch now moving to Fate’s collarbone. “Your neck, elegant and graceful, is like a delicate sculpture. And then, there are your hands—capable and gentle, they tell a story of strength and tenderness.”
Lea’s eyes drifted lower, her voice becoming softer. “Your waist, so slender and supple, is a marvel of nature. And your legs, strong yet graceful, carry you with a poise that is breathtaking.”
Lea reached for the bottle of tequila, pouring another glass for each of them. The amber liquid glinted in the dim light, promising warmth and boldness. Lea raised her glass, and Fate followed suit, their eyes meeting in a silent toast.
As they drank, Lea’s gaze softened, yet her words carried a hint of something deeper. “Fate, I wouldn’t mind a bit of gratitude from you for the attention I give.”
Fate blinked, the statement catching her off guard. “Gratitude?”
Lea’s smile was gentle, but her eyes held a flicker of something more. “Yes, Fate. I devote myself to you, not just in words, but in every touch, every whisper. It’s not too much to ask for a little acknowledgment in return.”
Fate took a deep breath, her voice steady but laced with emotion. “Lea, what makes me truly myself is not just my appearance or the way I carry myself. It’s the experiences I’ve lived through, the lessons I’ve learned, and the dreams I hold close to my heart. I am shaped by the love I’ve given and received, by the failures and triumphs I’ve endured. My essence is a tapestry woven from the threads of my past and the hopes for my future.”
Lea listened, her glass of tequila steadily emptying as Fate spoke.
“I’m not just the sum of my parts,” Fate continued, her eyes shining with conviction. “I am the culmination of every moment that has brought me here, standing before you. The laughter, the tears, the courage to face each new day—it all defines me. And through it all, I strive to remain true to myself, to be genuine and kind, to embrace the beauty of being human.”
As Fate’s words trailed off, Lea finished her drink and poured herself another, the bottle nearing its end. She raised her glass again, her eyes meeting Fate’s with a mixture of amusement and impatience.
“Look,” Lea said, her voice carrying a playful edge. “I like potato chips as much as the next woman but my life story isn’t comprised of that shit.”
Lea set her glass down, her gaze turning introspective. “Fate, I admire your femininity, the way you carry yourself with such grace and elegance. It’s something I find irresistibly beautiful.”
She paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “You know, I have a particular preference for young women. I appreciate their energy, their zest for life. And, to be honest, I prefer it when they don’t have sons or daughters. It keeps things… uncomplicated.”
Fate listened, her expression unreadable as Lea continued. “And if they have boyfriends, well, that doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m not the competitive type. I don’t need to be. I can charm my way into their hearts without a fight.”
Lea’s smile was enigmatic, and Fate felt a shiver run down her spine. “You see, Fate, I’m just a liar. I weave my words into whatever shape I need to get what I want. But you,” she said, leaning closer, “you know, deep down, that every word I say is the truth.”
Fate’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of Lea’s words settling over her like a heavy cloak. She knew, with a certainty that reached into her very soul, that Lea’s truth was a twisted, beguiling thing.
Fate dropped from her chair and crawled across the floor to Lea. Lea dopped her hand to Fate’s hair as Fate neared her pussy. “That’s a good girl,” she said, smiling knowingly as Fates tongue tasted her Goddess for the first time. “Coax communion from your Mistress. Confess the stains on you soul. Profess your devotion. And remember, this is only what you want. I grant you the chance to know yourself in this thick, leaden haze where it’s simply easier not to and you leisurely lick my pussy in worship until you remember a world where you were not filling your purpose in life but that world is somewhere else. You don’t know where. This is all you remember.” Lea’s pussy was very, very wet. “Taste your reward, the your Goddess’s ambrosia for the first time and understand everything, understand that this is everything and you are nothing more and nothing less than your act of eating my pussy. You are that act.”
“Goddess find me worthy,” Fate stammered and jabbed her tongue into Lea. Her eyes bulged out of her head as she drank the sip her Goddess provided. She looked up at Lea, smiling and excited. “It’s me. This is me, who I am, what I do. Lea,” she beamed. “My entire life has been spent in a cocoon, growing me into this. A pussy licker. A pussy worshipper. I love you. You’ve given me purpose. Fate returned to Leas pussy and ate it ravenously, whining and humming all the while. Lea dropped her hands to Fates hair and Fate scooped up Lea’s knees with her elbows. “I know. I know. I know.” She whispered rapidly then returned to ministering her Godess. “This is the glory of truth,” Fate babbled. She came each time she sucked ambrosia from her Goddess, wondering if she would ever again be able to cum without its taste on her tongue. “I know. I know. I know.” Her chest was heaving and she seemed on the edge of tears.
“What do you know?”
“I know I fucking exist.” Fate engulfed Lea’s pussy with her mouth. Words ran through her head: You are to thank my pussy for giving your life purpose when you masturbate. You are to fantasize about my pussy. You are to contemplate what you are to it and what it is to you. And you are to say prayers of thanks and devotion. When you pray to my pussy, pray like this: Goddess, who art all. Goddess, light of creation. I offer myself as your congregant. I offer my soul for your feasting. I offer my mind for your deadening. I offer my body in ministration to your needs. I love you as a father. Pray find me worthy Goddess, for I bow my head as I approach to service you for my divine reward, the ambrosia that washes the stain from my soul.
She bathed Lea’s clit with her tongue, swabbing until she simply couldn’t anymore and then returning to Lea’s fountain of ambrosia. Maddened by need, she suckled at it, her tongue deep within. Returning to the clit she began to whimper, her own pussy burning. Her whimpering grew to a steady high-pitched whine and she came. Lea held her head fast to her pussy as Fate’s body thrashed in violent orgasm.
“I am everything,” Lea told her.
“I know,” Fate whined despondently.
Lea gazed down at Fate with a serene yet commanding presence. “You will come to take joy in shamelessly being my possession,” she declared, her voice a blend of gentle authority and undeniable allure. “Every fiber of your being will find fulfillment in serving me, in existing solely for my pleasure.”
Fate’s eyes widened, and she felt a rush of emotions—fear, excitement, and a deep, inexplicable yearning. She knew that Lea’s words were not just a statement but a promise, one that resonated with the very core of her existence.
Lea leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto Fate’s with an almost hypnotic intensity. “Trust me,” she murmured, her voice soft yet commanding. In that moment, a haze descended over Fate, making Lea’s words feel like utter truth. Fate’s defenses crumbled, leaving her utterly honest and vulnerable.
“Lea,” Fate whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t remember anything before this morning. It’s all… blank.”
Lea’s gaze softened, her lips curving into an enigmatic smile. “That’s because you were someone else,” she began, her tone gentle yet unyielding. “You were a man named Michael. And even then, you were mine.”
Fate’s eyes widened in shock, her heart racing as she tried to grasp the truth of Lea’s words. “I was… Michael?” she stammered, the name feeling foreign on her tongue.
“Yes, you were Michael,” Lea confirmed, her voice soothing yet firm. “You were my possession, just as you are now. I have shaped you, molded you into who you are meant to be. Your past life was but a prelude to this moment, to your true purpose.”
Fate’s mind swirled with confusion and revelation, a torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “But why can’t I remember?”
Lea leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto Fate’s with an almost hypnotic intensity. “Trust me,” she murmured, her voice soft yet commanding. In that moment, a haze descended over Fate, making Lea’s words feel like utter truth. Fate’s defenses crumbled, leaving her utterly honest and vulnerable.
Lea sighed softly, her expression momentarily clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not entirely sure how you became a woman, Fate,” she admitted, her tone thoughtful. “But in the grand scheme of things, it shouldn’t matter. What matters is who you are now and the role you play in my life.”
Fate blinked, the revelation sinking in slowly. “So, what should I do?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Lea’s smile returned, warm and reassuring. “For now, I suggest you go home to your mother’s house,” she said gently. “Clear your head, reflect on everything I’ve told you, and remember this: obedience is pleasure, agreement is pleasure. Secretiveness is pain, and not understanding that you are my possession is hopeless despair.”
Fate nodded slowly, the words echoing in her mind like a mantra. “Obedience is pleasure, agreement is pleasure,” she repeated, feeling a strange sense of clarity wash over her.
Lea’s eyes sparkled with approval. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to Fate’s troubled soul. “Now go, and remember what I’ve taught you. And forget everything else.”
With those words, Lea leaned in and kissed Fate passionately, sealing her words with an intense, intimate connection that left Fate breathless.
As dawn broke, Fate arrived at her mother’s house, the early morning light casting long shadows across the quiet neighborhood. She picked up the newspaper from the driveway and carried it inside, setting it down on the kitchen table. The house was still and silent, save for the soft ticking of the old clock on the wall.
Stepping into the living room, Fate saw her mother sitting on the sofa, staring off into space with a distant look in her eyes. Her mother turned her head slightly, acknowledging Fate’s presence.
“I heard you and Brett come in and leave again,” her mother said, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and concern. “I couldn’t sleep, I was so excited to hear what happened.”
Fate felt a pang of confusion and worry. “Mommy, who is Brett?” she asked, hoping for some clarity.
Her mother gave her a puzzled look, then a soft smile. “Oh, Michael, don’t be silly. Brett is your friend, remember?”
Fate’s heart skipped a beat at the name. “Michael?” she echoed, the name feeling foreign and distant. “Who is Michael?”
Her mother’s expression shifted to one of surprise and confusion. “Michael, it’s you,” she said softly, as if trying to explain something self-evident. “You’ve always been Michael to me.”
Fate felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the room spinning slightly as she tried to make sense of her mother’s words. “But I’m not Michael, I’m Fate,” she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation.
Her mother reached out, gently taking Fate’s hand in hers. “Honey, I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re my Michael,” she said, her voice filled with love and concern. “Let’s sit down and talk. Maybe we can figure this out together.”
Fate nodded slowly, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety. She sat down next to her mother, gripping her hand tightly as if it were a lifeline. “Yes, Mommy,” she murmured, her heart heavy with uncertainty. “Let’s talk.”
As they settled into the conversation, a memory surfaced in Fate’s mind. “Mommy, I remember Brett,” she said quietly. “We were talking about something important, but… something came between us. Something very odd.”
Her mother looked at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What do you mean, dear?”
Fate’s brow furrowed as she tried to recall the details. “It was like a presence, a shadow that interrupted us. It felt strange, almost supernatural,” she explained, her voice trembling slightly. “It spoiled things with Brett, and I need to talk about it. But first, I need to understand who Michael is.”
Her mother sighed deeply, gathering her thoughts before speaking. “The last time I saw Michael was the night before last,” she began, her voice steady yet filled with an underlying tension. “We prayed to Papa Legba, hoping to create a new beginning for you. By morning, Michael had become a woman and had taken on the name Fate.”
Fate’s eyes widened in shock as she tried to digest this information. “I don’t remember any of that,” she said softly. “When I woke up, everything felt different, but I wasn’t distressed… except that all my clothes, makeup, shoes, and jewelry had been replaced with men’s items.”
Meredith nodded, her expression one of empathy and understanding. “I was so excited to see you as Fate that we went on an emergency $3000 shopping spree to get you everything you needed,” she explained with a gentle smile. “We wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and happy in your new identity.”
Fate’s mind raced, trying to piece together these fragmented memories. “And Brett?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, Brett,” her mother confirmed, her tone tender. “He’s the son of a friend of mine. I thought you two would get along well and help each other through this transition.”
Fate felt a whirlwind of emotions, but her mother’s reassuring presence gave her a sense of stability.
Fate felt a whirlwind of emotions, but her mother’s reassuring presence gave her a sense of stability. As she tried to process everything, her mind wandered to the unimaginable—being a man. She tried to envision a life restrained by the rigid confines of masculinity, limited to women as partners, and the hard-edged, sexually askew world of manhood.
She imagined the pressure of conforming to societal expectations, the constant need to assert dominance and suppress vulnerability. The world of masculinity seemed a battleground where emotions were buried beneath layers of stoicism. The idea of navigating relationships with women, confined by traditional roles, felt alien and distant.
Fate’s heart ached at the thought of losing the freedom to express herself authentically, of being locked in a persona that didn’t align with her true self. The weight of such an existence pressed heavily on her soul, making her appreciate even more the support and understanding her mother offered.
She grimaced at the thought of not being able to talk about how she felt with anyone. How could she have been a man? She was a woman. There was no doubt about it. The idea of living a life that felt so foreign, so disconnected from her true self, filled her with dread. She couldn’t fathom the weight of such an identity, nor the pain of suppressing her authentic self.
Her mind wandered to the moments of laughter, the soft whispers, and the freedom she felt in expressing her femininity. These were the truths that defined her, not the rigid and confining notions of masculinity. But now, faced with this revelation, Fate felt an urgent need to reclaim her identity and her voice.
“Mom, I need to understand everything,” she said, her voice steadying with newfound resolve. “I need to know more about this change and why it happened.”
Her mother took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. “Fate, there’s something you need to know about Lea,” she began, her voice steady despite the gravity of her words. “Lea is not just an ordinary person. She has… certain abilities that are difficult to understand or explain.”
Fate’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Abilities? What do you mean?”
“Lea has a way of influencing people, of making them see and feel things that aren’t entirely real. It’s almost like she can cast a spell over them,” her mother explained, her grip on Fate’s hand tightening. “When I first met her, I sensed something unusual, something powerful. But I never imagined it would come to this.”
Fate listened intently, her mind grappling with this new information. “So, you think she has some kind of control over me?”
“I believe she does, but it’s not just control. Lea has a way of feeding off people’s emotions, their essence,” her mother said, her voice trembling slightly. “She can make you feel things that aren’t your own, cloud your judgment, and even alter your desires.”
Fate felt a chill run down her spine. “But why would she do this to me?”
“Lea has her own motives, ones that aren’t always clear. She might see something in you, something she wants or needs,” her mother replied. “But whatever her reasons, we have to be careful. We need to find a way to break her hold on you.”
Fate’s mind raced as she processed her mother’s words, but then she was struck by a sudden, overpowering thought. She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide with realization. “Obedience is pleasure. Agreement is pleasure, secretiveness is pain, and forgetting that I belong to Lea is hopeless despair,” she murmured, the words spilling from her lips as if compelled by an unseen force.
A wave of panic surged through her. She had to get in touch with Lea, to assure her that she understood this, that she knew her place. Her breathing quickened, and she clutched her mother’s hand even tighter. “I need to find Lea,” she said urgently, her voice trembling. “I have to let her know I understand.”
Her mother looked at her with a mix of alarm and compassion. “Fate, calm down. We need to think this through,” she said, trying to soothe her daughter. “We’ll figure out a way to break her hold on you, but you can’t let her control your actions.”
Fate nodded, but the urgency in her heart was hard to ignore. She felt the invisible chains tightening around her, Lea’s influence pulling her closer, demanding her submission. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the need to contact Lea was like a burning itch she couldn’t scratch.
Fate’s mind raced, filled with questions. She looked at her mother with a mix of desperation and hope. “Mommy, when did you last see Lea?”
Her mother hesitated, her eyes betraying a flicker of unease. “The night before last,” she admitted softly. “Lea had led Meredith and Michael into bed and then left.”
Fate’s heart skipped a beat. “Their first date?” she echoed, feeling a pang of jealousy and confusion. “What happened?”
Her mother sighed, squeezing Fate’s hand gently. “They seemed happy, enchanted by each other. But there was something… off about Lea. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I sensed her power then. I should have warned you, but I didn’t realize the extent of her influence. She drew me into bed with you and then set things in motion for me to take your, to take Michael’s virginity.”
Fate’s breath hitched as she absorbed her mother’s words. “That’s why you led Michael, now me, to Papa Legba,” she whispered, the pieces falling into place. “Because after what happened between you and him, he could never be a man ever again.”
Her mother nodded, her expression one of deep sorrow. “Yes, Fate. I sought Papa Legba’s help to try and mend what was broken, but instead, we were given you. I never wanted this burden for you, but we have to find a way to break free from Lea’s grasp.”
Fate’s mind whirled with the revelation, the weight of her past lives pressing down on her. The tangled web of connections and consequences seemed insurmountable. But within the chaos, a spark of determination ignited. She would not let Lea dictate her fate any longer. With her mother’s support, Fate resolved to reclaim her sense of self and sever the invisible chains that bound her.
Taking her mother’s hand, she whispered, “Together, we’ll find a way.”
Fate was so beautiful now, as Fate, born with all the graces and charms she could ever hope for, an archetype of a princess, waiting for her prince charming. Her transformation had bestowed upon her an ethereal beauty, a presence that captivated everyone who saw her. But beneath the surface, she was still grappling with the remnants of her past life and the shadows that Lea cast over her.
Her mother watched her with a mix of pride and worry. “You have the strength, my dear. You are more powerful than you realize,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Fate’s face. “We will overcome this, and you will find your true self.”
Fate nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. She was determined to break free from Lea’s influence and embrace the future that awaited her, yet deep down, she knew there was a part of her that reveled in Lea’s control. The power Lea wielded over her was intoxicating, a dark allure that Fate couldn’t entirely resist. It was a paradox she couldn’t easily unravel—her fear of Lea and her yearning to surrender more control.
As she took another deep breath, she realized that her journey was not just about breaking free, but also about understanding and reconciling her own desires. She would face Lea, not just to reclaim her autonomy, but to come to terms with the complicated emotions that bound her to the enigmatic figure.
With renewed resolve, she looked at her mother. “I will find my own path, but I need to understand all that I feel,” she said, her voice steady. “And that includes my feelings for Lea.”
Her mother nodded, understanding the complexity of Fate’s situation. “We will face this together, my love. And whatever you discover, know that I am here for you.”
Emboldened by her mother’s unwavering support, Fate prepared herself for the journey ahead, ready to confront Lea and the tangled web of control and emotion that defined her existence.
Despite the chaos and confusion, Fate found an uncanny sense of peace in being possessed by Lea. It was as if Lea’s control provided a semblance of order in the tumultuous landscape of her life. Embracing this paradox, Fate resolved to navigate the delicate balance between submission and autonomy, hoping to emerge stronger and more enlightened.
Lea’s possession of Fate made her feel both helpless and safe. It was an intricate dance of vulnerability and security, where Lea’s commands brought a strange comfort, a respite from the uncertainties that plagued her mind. Fate knew that this dynamic was fraught with complexity, but she also understood that it was a part of her journey to truly comprehend her own heart. She was afraid of Lea, yet the fear only deepened her desire to surrender more control, to lose herself in the embrace of Lea’s dominion.
