Refashioned Pt. 02

She wouldn't be missed for twenty minutes, at least, and had set the alarm on her phone accordingly.

The screen was before her eyes now. She was hooked on the Gorgonistas, as she had wittily coined them in a recent photo caption. Apart from work, the addictive app was the only way she could take her mind off Lauren.

Registering joyfully that her likes for his morning's selfie had increased dramatically, Annabel smiled to herself. Each like felt like a validation, an unrequited acceptance of who and what she was.

Fully embracing the love that seemed to emanate from the small screen, Annabel was more than happy to reciprocate.

Gingerly, she teased the collar around her neck, thrilling to the sensations that slowly spread though her body like ripples from a small stone she'd lobbed into a pond. She had to be cautious in work to add just enough spice to liven up her furtive browsing without losing control.

The danger of discovery just added to the excitement.

Later, in the privacy of her apartment, she would have the chance to properly slake her newfound thirsts. Her ravenous snatch hungered for more.

These unknown women were just the appetizers.

Lauren was a dish to be savoured properly.

A wide eyed woman, pouting lips, hair piled high atop her head, smooth skin the colour of molten chocolate looked back from her phone. Alluring.

Like.

Another woman, striking green eyes, bobbed hair, luscious kissable lips. Delicious.

Like.

Long blonde hair, soft smile, heavy breasts, smouldering eyes. Hot.

Like.

Another blonde, shorter hair, cute upturned nose. Sexy.

Like.

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Blue.

She was swimming in blue.

Everything was blue.

Her mind was filled with blue.

Her thoughts were blue.

That was good. Annabel liked the blue. It meant she was completely relaxed. There was nothing to distract her.

She could concentrate on the hiss that fizzed insistently into her ears. The soft, calming noise signalled she was perfectly safe.

It meant that she could let go completely.

So she did.

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It was mid-week before things calmed down in work somewhat. The Accounts foul-up had turned into yet another full blown crisis which had lots of twitchy people scurrying around looking over their shoulders. Thankfully her department was in the clear.

That particular storm had passed them by. Doubtless there would be others.

Still, in the aftermath her manager was taking no chances. He was spending much more time on the top floor presenting half-baked proposals designed to streamline processes that would produce a quick, short-term boost in his metrics. Of course by the time the longer-term implications of his cutbacks became apparent, he'd be long gone.

Annabel didn't care.

It just meant that she had been able to slip away more often.

This morning had been close. Monica had discovered her, walking in to the bathroom just as she'd let out a low moan of pleasure. Annabel had been unable to contain herself. She'd encountered the digital visage of Lauren's black housemate, Naomi, staring out at her from the flickering screen in her hand and it had driven her over the edge.

Timid little Monica, concerned, had knocked on the stall door and asked if she was ok.

Marvelling at her own audacity, Annabel had brazened it out, hinting at a medical complaint she didn't wish to discuss, allaying Monica's suspicions while simultaneously thanking her for caring. To her nose, the scent of her own musk had been pungent.

But it appeared that Monica hadn't noticed.

Now safely ensconced at her desk, Annabel returned to contemplating Lauren's lesbian friend. She had been too horny being in Lauren's presence to think about it at the time, but seeing the two women together in Lauren's house somehow made her obsessive urges more real.

Attainable.

The boundaries between her sexual fantasies and reality seemed to be blurring more and more each day.

Which was perfectly natural.

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Annabel scrutinized the screen carefully, inspecting the photo she'd just taken. Many of the girls on the forum were posting selfies before bed showing them wearing their relaxation headsets and comfy Sleep Time pyjamas. She'd wanted to join in and had snapped the selfie lying on her bed, holding the phone at arms length above her, showing just her head and neck.

The contoured visor covered the top part of her face, the glass shimmering like molten metal in the bedroom light. The gleaming silver obscuring the top half of her face only served to emphasise her beguiling lips, parted slightly. Her cheeks were still flushed from the orgasmic flood that had flowed through her that evening, the dam of pent up sexual energy expertly breached by her own hands.

She was pleased with the photo. Certainly, if one of the other delicious women on the Gorgon site had posted something similar it would have made her pussy gush with need.

Posting the photo, Annabel set her phone to charge, already anticipating the likes it would generate when she checked on it first thing tomorrow morning.

It looked very sci-fi. Gorgon had certainly nailed both form and function with their futuristically styled headset, which she had grown to love wearing.

She mewled softly as the blue light filled her vision.

A distant memory bubbled through the viscous syrup that her rapidly dimming thoughts were sinking beneath. Annabel recalled dating that college geek years ago. He'd been nice but awkward.

What was that show he'd liked?

Spaceships. A bald guy with an English accent. Captain Something? A pale guy who was supposed to be a robot. Aliens with guttural voices.

Other aliens who captured people and turned them into robots. They'd kept on repeating a word for it?

Yes, she'd fit into that series wearing her visor.

One of the spacepeople, sitting on the bridge, pushing buttons?

No. Too much like real life!

A feisty crew member valiantly fighting off the aliens, saving innocent people from falling into their clutches?

No, that still didn't sit right.

Maybe she was one of the baddies. An alien cyborg?

Yes! Much better.

That was it.

A hot, sexy robot.

The hissing of the white noise filled her mind. Blue seeped into her brain.

The silly stream of thought dissolved.

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More and more headset pictures were appearing in her feed. Obviously the algorithm was reacting to her likes and giving her more. Although she still enjoyed ogling the fashionable women presented to her for her delectation, the visor-girls had become particularly fascinating.

A large part of the attraction was the sheer uniformity of their appearance. Their eyes replaced by shimmering eyepieces, necks encased in identical silver-grey Sleep Time tops, the women were different yet all the same.

If she had listened to her instincts, Annabel would have been disturbed by how diminished the technology made them appear. Their personalities, unique traits and different natures had all been subsumed beneath the gleaming metal tightly wrapped around their eyes and ears.

Individuality had been reduced to nothing more than differences in physical features.

Skin tone. Hair colour. The shape of a nose. Pouting lips. Freckles.

Nothing more.

But her internal monologue had shifted. Annabel was no longer listening to the negative thoughts that wanted to hold her back. The constant need to appease her voracious pussy had seen to that.

Annabel found herself becoming increasingly aroused as she continued to leer at them.

The positive attention that her first visor picture had clocked up told her that she wasn't the only one who enjoyed these particular images.

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Annabel had happily forgone her usual lunchtime entertainment when Lauren had invited her to grab a bite in the hip Japanese restaurant nearby, heartily sick of the sandwich merry-go-round.

The café was bustling but they managed to find seats to enjoy their Bento boxes. Annabel sizzled pleasantly, relishing the sexual thrill that coursed through her body from being close to Lauren.

"How is work going today?" Annabel asked innocently.

Annabel watched aghast as Lauren burst into tears. Pushing her food away Annabel reached out and embraced her friend tightly.

"Shhh," Annabel hushed, "Everything's going to be ok. You can tell me anything."

The words tumbled out of Lauren's mouth. Work was becoming intolerable. Matthews, her supervisor, was on a power trip. He was pushing his staff too hard and they were starting to crack. Burn and churn tactics. Things were getting nasty. And he was a total sleaze who was coming on to Lauren.

Then there was the house situation; they were finding it really difficult to find a replacement for Jennifer and they were worried about paying the rent.

Problems were starting to pile up and Lauren was feeling the pressure. Tears began to well up in he corners of her beautiful friend's eyes.

Annabel felt her own eyes beginning to water. She felt so sorry for Lauren. A wave of empathy surged through her lust-fogged mind. She so wanted to help, make Lauren feel better. Annabel needed to ease her pain somehow.

Annabel spent the entire lunch hour soothing her friend.

"I'm so glad that you felt able to tell me about what you're going through," Annabel assured her friend, their food barely touched, discarded, as they made their way back to the office.

"Thanks for listening," Lauren smiled keenly, her eyes dry and shining once more.

"Anytime," she soothed. "You just have to ask. I'm here for you."

Lauren just nodded, struggling valiantly to remain composed to face another afternoon of work hell.

"I knew you'd understand," Lauren smiled tenderly as Annabel patted her arm reassuringly. Annabel knew that they had drawn closer together over the past hour, strengthening their bond of trust and friendship at a time when Lauren was feeling vulnerable.

Perhaps something more might come from this? Her sex lurched with hope.

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The hissing drained all thoughts from her sleepy mind.

Contrasting shades of blue flashed before her closed eyes, each one reminding her just how deeply relaxed she was.

Through the white noise she heard a faint voice whispering to her.

Words.

Words seeping into her slumbering consciousness. Telling her things.

She tried to hold on to the words but they slipped away with as the hypnotic blue light pulsed on and on.

It didn't matter. She was safe.

She didn't need to understand the words.

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Luckily Annabel had been alone when she'd encountered the photo. Her co-workers were out queuing for plastic wrapped sandwiches made in some dingy industrial estate for lunch so the whole floor was deserted. With the promise of a full hour indulging in her new favourite pastime, Annabel, on the other hand, had elected to disappear into the bathroom.

On this occasion she hadn't been able to stop her unnatural urges driving her over the edge.

The photo had exploded onto her feed like a bomb blasting away the last vestiges of her self control.

She couldn't believe it.

Naomi and Jess, lying together in bed, their heads touching lightly as they stared directly into the camera lens, their features dissolving beneath the mirrored visors that covered them.

Depersonalised.

Objectified.

Robotic.

Her body had convulsed uncontrollably as the massive orgasm had taken her.

Her job. Her co-workers. Her reputation.

They didn't matter.

There was only the firestorm of pure pleasure that consumed her, scorching the remnants of her rational mind into ash.

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"Are you sure!?" Lauren squealed delightedly, her hazel eyes wide and glowing with joy.

"Absolutely," she replied earnestly. The solution had come to her overnight. It was blindingly obvious. The more she thought about it the more sense it made. She could move in to Lauren's house. That would solve Lauren's rent problem as well as her own isolation.

The lease on her own apartment had a couple of months to run but that didn't matter. She'd suck up the extra payments.

The important thing was that she'd no longer be living alone. She needed time, company and understanding to rebuild her life as the lesbian she increasingly considered herself to be.

"That's just wonderful!" Lauren went on, hugging her tightly, their lunches forgotten.

Clenching her thighs tightly together, Annabel suppressed the wave of desire that consumed her. Her panties were already damp. But by now she'd taken to bringing extra pairs with her to work.

Lauren, excited by the news, didn't notice.

Annabel clasped her brunette friend tightly, savouring the feel of her body, breathing in the scent of her perfume, intoxicated by being in the presence of the woman she loved.

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End Part 2