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The door to the interrogation room slammed open.
"Alright ya little puke, I just got off the phone, your lawyer's on her way here."

Lawyer?
Peter didn't have a lawyer on retainer.
He didn't have anyone, or anything.

He was just some random temp that got caught up in something bigger than him,
He wasn't even guilty, for fuck's sake!
As if the new grunt would have any clue on how to commit corporate espionage or insider trading.
Why was he the fall guy?

Oh.

Because he was only a temp.
A patsy, a stooge.
He didn't know who was actually responsible, but they timed it super-fucking well.

"Just my fucking luck" Peter muttered to himself.
Moving from job to job, never holding one for more than six months, almost always through no fault of his own.
Some let him go with no hard feelings, they just didn't need as many people as originally thought.
Some were complete assholes, deciding to give him the boot for not knowing how to fix some obsolete technology after looking at for five seconds.
OK, there was that one time he nearly hit the boss with his rental car, but maybe look both ways before crossing?

He held his head in his hands.
The only people who knew he was innocent couldn't do much to help him, and they only believed he was innocent because they didn't think he was smart enough to pull off the caper in question.
His support network was... well, could you even call it a support network?

And now a lawyer he couldn't afford- and also had to convince of his innocence- on the way?
What next, his clothes destroyed? Kicked out of his apartme-

*BZZZ BZZZ*

Peter's phone went off.
"Hello? Mr. Popovich?
...
What do you mean you're evicting me?!
I haven't been charged with anything yet!
N-not that I'm- no, I'm-
I keep telling you all that I'm innocent!
Oh yeah?
FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!"

Peter threw his phone at the wall, which broke at record speed.
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
Peter felt like he was speedrunning the end of his life.
If he was a praying man, he would have been down on his knees, asking why God had forsaken him.

The cop from before reemerged after hearing the phone being thrown.
"KEEP IT DOWN IN HERE, YA LITTLE FUCK!"
Once he turned and left the room, Peter flipped him off.
He wished he could show up that abusive shitbag, alongside his shitty ex-landlord and whomever was sending him up the river.

He plonked his head on the table and closed his eyes, hoping he'd either wake up from a dream, or fall through the floor and avoid going to court altogether.
"Could this day get any worse?"
"With any luck, it's going to get so much better."

Peter looked up wearily.

A tall, curvy woman in a red button-up jacket and stylish pants stood before him, briefcase in tow.
Jet-black hair in a bun, bright red lips and stern brown eyes completed the look of a woman who looked like she took no shit from anyone.
Peter saw her and was reminded of a song his grandfather and father both played a lot, Cliff Richard's Devil Woman.
Someone to be on your guard around, eyes filled with plots and ideas of all sorts of wicked things.

She held out her hand.
"I'm Maxine Stanhope, and I'm taking your case."
Peter blinked for what seemed like an hour, before remembering his manners and shaking his hand.
"Uh, sorry, this is just... today's been the day from Hell."

Maxine smirked.
"Oh, I sincerely doubt it's anything remotely like that. But no matter, I'm here to help."
"I'm sorry, did-do you know anyone in my life? I'd like to think if my closest friends had a hot law- uh, hotshot lawyer contact, they'd have told me right off the bat so I wouldn't be sweating buckets."
"If I do know anyone in your life, it's news to me."
"Oh right, you must be a public defender then."

Now Maxine laughed.
"Oh my stars, no! I'm far better than the walking pile of neuroses at the front desk."
"Wait, that guy was the one who would have gotten me?"
"If I didn't intervene when I did, he'd be here instead of me, and you would be completely fucked."

Peter relaxed a little.
Instead of ending up with a sitcom lawyer who probably won his cases through pity, he had someone who looked like she could knock down doors just by glaring at them.
Maybe he had a chance?

Maxine took a folder out of her briefcase and sat down.
She smirked again.
"Now, I just have to ask because- well, it's my job, for one- but also just so I know I'm not being set-up: is your last name REALLY Parker?"

Peter groaned.
If he had a dollar for each time someone asked about his name, or make a joke about it, he probably could have put Maxine on retainer.
"Go on, get your witty remarks out now, everyone else does."
"So, this is definitely not something you've chosen for yourself?"
"If I had a say in it, I'd have asked to be called Lewis or Dominic."

,Maxine looked him up and down.
"Lewis would be the better fit."
"I'll remember that if I ever go through with a name change. Which won't matter if I'm locked away for the rest of my life."
"Peter, despite your namesake, you haven't got his luck."

Peter winced.
He knew she was going to say it.
He KNEW.

"Face it, tiger. You just hit the jackpot!"
Maxine grinned at her own reference, while Peter clapped sarcastically.
"You held it in a full three minutes. Well done, I had you pinned at two."
"Oh, I like you. I think we're going to get on just fine."

Maxine reached into her briefcase again and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, holding the pack out to Peter.
"Uh, n-no thank you, I don't smoke."
Maxine shrugged and lit one for herself.
"Plus, you can't smoke in here anyway."
Maxine exhaled mischievously.
"Peter, you're going to find there's very little I can't do."

Right after saying that, the door slammed shut.
Peter jumped in fright.
He didn't see anyone close the door, and it shut so quickly it was like the door was possessed.

"Now, I'm going to get right to the point: even though I read your file, I already knew you were innocent before I got to it."
"Y-you did?"
"I'm very good at what I do, Mr. Parker. I know the guilty when I see them, and you definitely don't possess the capability to do what you've been accused of."

Peter slunk back in his seat, feeling a little offended.
"Ah, because I'm not smart enough to do anything like that. Or at all."
"Hey now, I didn't say that. Even if this a skill-set you don't possess, that doesn't make you stupid, merely unskilled in certain areas."
"So, your whole defense going to be "your honour, my client's few skills mean he couldn't possibly have done this white-collar crime?" is it?"
"Peter, if you agree to take me on as your lawyer, we're not GOING to trial. I will get you off these charges completely, and possibly even wrangle a settlement out for wrongful arrest."

Peter's eyes widened.
A woman he had known for barely fifteen minutes was offering him the hugest lifeline he had ever had in his life.
All she knew was that he was sarcastic and unlucky, and yet, she was doing more for him than expected.
Sure, she was a lawyer, so she probably had connections going up to Congress and maybe beyond, but this was still all good to be true.

"How much are we talking in this settlement? Because I don't know if it's going to be enough to pay you. Unless your firm has an installment plan option, which we can maybe negoti-"
"Peter, if you sign this contract that says you retain me as your legal counsel, you won't owe me a cent."

If Peter's eyes could pop out of their sockets, they would.
He would be free as a bird, while getting legal services for free too?!
No, this had to be a prank.
Nothing this good came without strings attached.

"OK, who put you up to this? Was it Fred? That fucker's gonna pay once I've done my time-"
"Peter."
One word, one whole sentence, said with all the sternness Maxine could muster.
Peter shut right up.
"This is not a joke. This is not some cruel mockery designed to twist the knife. I am completely serious in my offer."

She took the contract out of her briefcase.
It was a few pages long, with legal jargon that Peter only recognized every fourth word of.
Out of her jacket pocket, she produced a sterling silver pen.

"With one signature on the last page, your life changes today."

Peter relaxed a little.
If this was a prank, it was far too elaborate for a situation like this.

"OK, but if I sign this, you're not going to reveal you're a witch and I've signed my soul over to you, have I?"
Maxine chuckled.
"Oh no, I'm much higher up than a witch!"
Peter looked at her for a few moments as she laughed, before laughing himself.
"At least she has a good sense of humor" he thought to himself.
He took the pen and signed the document, debating on whether or not he should have given it another read through, especially since he only really glanced at the last couple of pages.
But hey, what's the worst that could happen, right?

It was at that point that Maxine's mirthful chuckle turned to a more sinister laugh, her eyes taking on a red tinge and hair loosening, draping down quickly.
She snapped her fingers and Peter felt different.

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The hair on his body receded into him, his hands and legs becoming smoother.
His finger nails grew longer and sharper, gaining a dark green nail-polish in the process.
He felt hair brushing his face, changing from brown to dark red in the process, stopping just past his shoulders.
He looked down at his chest, noticing breasts popping out, his clothes also changing to blue jacket not unlike Maxine's, and a skirt taking the place of his jeans.

He put a hand down his newly acquired panties to check if his penis was still there.
Yup, at least something hadn't changed drastically.

Peter stood up and looked at himself in the two-way mirror.
He had turned from a fairly average, brown-haired young man to an extremely attractive woman, complete with a smooth, curvy waist and large breasts.

If Peter didn't know better, he'd swear he had been transformed into a relation of Maxine's, like they had grown up together.

"OK, either I am having the strangest dream of my life, or I'm a woman now..."
"Oh, this is very much real."

Peter stared at Maxine in shock.
"Bu-but how?! How is this possible?!"
"When you've been around as long as I have, you learn a thing or two."
"Oh my God, you really ARE a witch! I-I just- how?! Holy fuck, magic is real and this is just-"

Peter threw up, his mind breaking down over all of the shit that had occurred over the last twenty-four hours.
"Peter, breathe. It's OK. Everything will be fine. Better, in fact."
Peter pointed a finger at Maxine.
"I don't know why you've done this to me, but you're undoing it!"
"Afraid not, dear. You DID sign the contract, after all."

Peter looked at the documents on the table, now crackling with red lightning around them, like they were a Sith document brought to life.
"Oh fuck, you're not a witch, you're the Devil!"
"Haven't got that much pull, but we do have lunch together every few weeks. There's a place a few blocks from here that does an excellent tikka masala, it's our-
"What the fuck did I sign up for?!"

Maxine sighed.
"Sit down and I'll explain it further."
Peter wanted to stand in defiance, but figured he had as much chance as winning this clash as a blade of grass does against an airplane, so he sat down and crossed his arms.

"Now, you must have a million questions-"
"To start with!"
Maxine's eyes glowed red again, signaling to Peter that he needed to shut up, which he did immediately.

"As I was saying, you're going to have a lot of questions, but since we don't have all day, I'm going to answer the most common ones in rapid succession, with no interruptions. Understood?"
Peter nodded, not wanting to draw her ire.

"Alright then! So..."
Maxine started listing off answers to questions she had heard many times in her career, her fingers unfurling each time she moved to a new one.

"This is most definitely not a dream, prank, simulation, or afterlife. Everything you are experiencing is one-hundred percent real.
As previously stated, I am not the ruler of the Underworld, but I AM a demon, with considerable power and abilities.
I'm not in exile, I just find humanity amusing with its little foibles and contradictions.
I don't use my powers to win cases directly up here. It's no fun playing with the cheats on, after all!
No, I don't own your soul (not in that respect, at least) and this doesn't guarantee a one-way ticket to Hell.
Your service to me will last one Earth year, and after that, I am open to keeping you on if that's what you desire.
Everyone in your old life will not remember you until that year is up, only you and I have any real knowledge of your past.
You're far from the first to be subjected to this, hence this little spiel.
And lastly, you're a woman now because if you're going to work for me, I'm making you into something far more appealing to me."

On that last note, Maxine winked.

Peter took a few moments to let the information settle in.
Moments that felt like days.

"OK, OK, OK... alright. So, not dead, no one's going to wonder where I am, so at least I don't have to chase after everyone in my life and explain all of... this, to them."
"It's easier to get more out of my employees when I remove sitcom distractions."
"You really do love our pop culture, don't you?"
"It's one of your redeeming features as a species!"
"I'm happy Up All Night and Superstore are such big hits down there."
"Never saw'em, I assume they have their fanbases in my circles though."

Peter rubbed his temples.
"So, what exactly will I DO in your employ?"
"You'll be my girl Friday, my red right hand, my go-to."
"Well unless you're gonna Samantha Stevens some law knowledge into my head, I don't-"

Maxine stared right at Peter, eyes glowing purple instead.
Peter's started glowing too, as his brain started getting flashes.
"AHH- MOTHERF-AAAARGH!"
After a few seconds, he calmed down.
"And now you have all the knowledge I do, free and instant. You're getting a LOT of gifts today!
Oh, and remember, I'm a demon. Samantha was a witch, just to be pedantic."
"While I appreciate the brain boost, what do you need me for if you've got all these facts memorized?"
"Even with my talents, I can't be everywhere at once. With your help, I can keep up with the cases I take on, both human and supernatural."

Peter scoured his newly gained knowledge for relevant demon laws.
"But I don't have any demon knowledge!"
"Oh, I've locked that away up there. You possess it, but can't access it yet. Consider it a progress bar, the more you help me, the more I'll unlock."
"Worried I'll find a loophole and weasel my way out?"
"Somehow, I don't think you would. You have a sense of honour about you, and I respect that."

Peter shrugged.
"Gratitude, I guess. I was between a rock and a hard place, and now I guess it's become a Hell place."
Maxine groaned at the pun.
"Well, if you were going to have any faults, making puns isn't a dealbreaker."
Peter smiled slightly.
"I am an army, an army of pun."

Maxine shook her head.
"I must say, you're taking it better than I expected, becoming a woman and all."
"Hey, I'm just happy to be alive and not like, your new purse or something."
Maxine chuckled at that, like she knew something Peter didn't.

"Oh no, you deserve a better fate than that. I like you, and I think you'll grow to like the next year of your life."
Peter stopped to consider what that year would be like.
"So, what am I for the next year?"
"I told you, you're my-"
"No no, I mean, am I still a human, or am I one of you now?"
"Let's say... gifted human. But again, if you find yourself wanting to stay on after your tenure, making you a demon isn't impossible. It's not a snapping of fingers sort of thing, but it's definitely not unheard of."

Peter stood up to look at his new body again.
Or rather, her.
Or was it still him?
Peter knew there would be new things to learn about the body change, but freaking out was the last thing that was going to happen.

All things considered, the new body was... cute!
No, more than that... it was sexy, enticing.
Hot.

"Guess I better come up with a new name for myself. Or did I also miss that in the-"
"Betty."
"Betty?"
"Betty Andrews. That is what your ID and passport will say for the next year."
"Betty Andrews..."

Peter then looked at Maxine in annoyance
"I've gone from one comic book name to another!"
"Not true, Betty didn't marry him."
"Semantics!"
"It's what makes me a great lawyer."

Maxine grinned at that.
She was having too much fun.

"Now, we've gotten past the initial wave of questions. I imagine you have many more, but we'll pick this up in the car."
"Well now hang on, I do have one more question- I signed on in exchange for you defending me, how do you intend to get the charges dropped?"
Maxine smiled, pulling out another folder from her briefcase.
"With this."

Maxine opened the door, calling for one of the officers.
"Please be a dear and get this to the prosecutor's office. My client has been wrongfully accused, and I have all you need on the real perpetrators right here."
The officer gulped before rushing off.

Peter gasped.
"And just like that?"
"Just like that. Oh, and since I know THAT'S the next thing on your mind- no, I didn't set you up. But since the contract did say I would get the charges dropped, the evidence needed to be materialized.
If I was that desperate to claim you, there are far easier ways."
"So, my case just pinged on your radar and you were like 'an opportunity just fell into my lap', basically?"

Maxine touched her nose and smiled.
"You really are clever, despite your own low self-esteem telling you otherwise."
"So, would that make you my guardian devil then?"
"That's one way to put it. Now, let's go. I'm going to take you to your new home for the next year."
"New home?"
"Well, you just got kicked out of your apartment, so you'd need a place to live. Not that it matters, I'd have given you this upgrade regardless. You deserve better, and you know it, Betty."

Peter started walking towards the door, wondering what his (her?) new home would be like.
Though even if it turned out to be a cage over a spike-pit in Maxine's own place, it would still beat the run-down deathtrap of his old living situation.

As the two women were making their way out of the interrogation room, they heard a voice.
"Well hello again, hot stuff!"
They both turned around.
Peter recognized the asshole cop that tried roughing him up earlier.

"You pretty ladies aren't leaving already are you?"
"After the way you treated me, you-"
"You are indeed correct, Officer Brady. My client is innocent, so our business here is concluded."
"Oh, but it's just beginning! I haven't convinced either of you to come to my place yet."

Peter could hardly believe his ears.
An hour ago, Brady had been right up in his face with the whole "bad cop" routine, almost ready to throw him in a cell without trial and be done with it.
Now he was eying Peter down like he was working out which part of Peter's new body he wanted to fondle first.

"Brady, must we do this each time I come down to this station?"
"Way I hear it, you often come in without your clients even calling you, so you must be here for other reasons..."
Brady winked, still thinking himself being the center of the situation.

"Oh sure- the weak coffee you boys put out each and every day."
"Well that's why you need to come home with me, I can give you something much stronger."
Peter and Maxine both knew that, while he wasn't making the motion, Brady wanted to thrust his pelvic region right at the both of them.

Brady turned his attention right onto Peter.
"How about you, sweetheart? Now that you're in the clear, there's nothing saying we can't hook up now."
Peter turned beet-red.
Today had been a roller-coaster of events.

Being arrested for a crime he didn't commit, becoming a woman while learning magic was real, now being hit on by the same guy who would probably be constantly pointing a gun at his head if he thought he could get away with it.
What the fuck next?

"I-I, girls. I-I mean, I'm into girls."
Brady tutted at that, like Peter said something factually incorrect.

"Well I can fix that easily, little lady."
Brady grinned, getting ready to lay on the charm.
Peter was fuming, ready to explode when Maxine stepped in.

"No no, allow ME to fix this grave injustice, Officer Brady."
"Oh, I finally won you over, Maxine?"
Maxine chuckled.
"I think I'm going to win in this encounter. Why don't we step back into the interrogation room and uh..."
Maxine ran her fingers down Brady's chest as she spoke.
"Discuss the terms?"
"Yes m'am!"

Maxine practically dragged Brady back into the room, motioning for Peter to follow.
Peter obliged, with a baffled look on his face.
Brady went in to start kissing Maxine, when she put a finger up to his lips.

"Now, you don't mind if I take the lead on this little dalliance of ours?"
"I mean, I'm used to being the big dog, but if I finally get in your pants, you can do whatever you want!"
"Anything, you say?"
"Fuck yeah, let's get wild!"

Maxine grinned and turned to Peter.
"I'm good with a verbal contract, and that sounds like open consent to me. What do you think, Betty?"
"Uh, s-sure, Maxine."
Maxine turned back to Brady, and snapped her fingers.

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Brady started to feel odd, which Peter picked up on right away, having an idea of what was coming.
"Ohhhh shit, now he's gonna turn into a woman too!" he thought to himself.
"How many assistants does she need?!"

What really surprised Peter was how different Brady's transformation was going to end up.

Brady shrunk down, going from just a couple inches taller than Maxine to being a half foot smaller than Peter.
The buzz-cut he bore was gone, and in its place, long flowing blonde hair rapidly grew, stopping just above Brady's knees, passing his chest.
That led Peter to look closer at Brady's chest, noting that was also expanding faster than either man could comprehend.
Brady's uniform dissipated and was replaced with a hot pink bra and pantie combo.

By the time Maxine's magic had finished up, Brady looked like a stereotypical bimbo from a raunchy comedy film.
"Like, what the fuck's going on?!"
"Brady" covered his mouth, shocked at the valley girl voice coming out of his mouth.

Peter pulled Maxine aside.
"Wait, so you turned Brady into a bimbo?! I thought you were making another assistant!"
"Oh, but he doesn't deserve that, Brady's not like you, Betty."
"Is that why he didn't have to sign a contract?"
"Each transformation is case by case, but depending on intent, less paperwork and headaches for our reality warping team."

Peter wondered what the fuck a "reality warping team" was, but before he could ask, Maxine turned back to the newly turned bimbo.
"Ohhh Brandy, you're a fine girl. But unlike my colleague here, you're not going to be a part of my legal team."
"Legal team?! Like, are you a witch or something?! Change me back!"
"Afraid not, Brandy. You DID consent to letting me lead, and as your leader, I altered you in a manner more befitting of what I want from you."
"It's Brady, not Brandy! And I want nothing to do with whatever this is!"
"Well that's too bad, because you have no say in the manner."
"The fuck does that mean?!"
"Property doesn't get to protest."
"I'm no one's fucking property, bitch!"

Maxine made a whipping motion, summoning a pink leash.
"You are now, and if you want to go back to being a bigot boy in blue, you'll do as I command."

"Brady" lunged forward at Maxine, but found himself levitating and flailing in the air.
"GET ME DOWN, GET ME DOWWWWWWWN!"
"Do you promise to behave yourself if I lower you?"
"YES, YES, JUST LET ME GOOOOOOOOOO!"

Maxine abruptly ended the levitation, letting "Brady" fall to the ground.
"Ow!"
"Even when you're in pain, you're so much cuter! Look at my little bimbo!"
"Ugggh, just tell me what I have to do to stop being this!"
"Why, you don't like the way you look?"
"Like, I'm hot as fuck for sure, but I'd rather be doing someone that looks like me, not being that me- them- ugh, words is hard!"

"Brady's" eyes then bulged before he put his hand down his panties.
"Where's my cock?!"
"If you want a cock, I can direct you to one!"

Maxine pointed to Peter, who looked back in total disbelief.
"Now hang on, are you saying-"
"You want me to-"
"You're both thinking the right thing. Brandy, if you wish for a reconsideration in your situation..."

Maxine waved her hand and Peter's pants vanished, exposing his cock for "Brady" to gaze upon.
"You know what to do."

"Brady" stared in complete shock.
He wasn't a cocksucker, he had the cock that needed sucking!
At least, he did.
And if he wanted it back, he had to get on his knees and suck off some assistant to the bitch who turned him into some big titted slut.

And yet...
The more he stared, the less repulsed he became.
Almost like he was getting used to the idea.
Not just being fine with giving a blowjob, but...

Hungry for it.

"Brady" got on his knees and crawled over.
"And when I finish here, I get my own cock and body back, right?"
Maxine smiled and nodded.
"Brady" breathed deeply, before wrapping his lips around Peter's cock.

Peter did not know how to feel.
His first blowjob, and it was from a man turned into a woman, while he had undergone the same thing.
But somehow, that added a thrill to it.
Someone aching to taste him, encouraged by a dominant, gorgeous lady.

Maxine looked on, using her eyes to encourage Peter to lean into it.
Peter grabbed "Brady's" hair as he was being sucked off, gripping it tightly.
No words were uttered, but plenty of moaning occurred.
Peter was surprised at how much of a natural "Brady" was at this, thinking it was part of the magic.

As Peter pulled on "Brady's" hair harder, he came inside "Brady's" mouth, the load being swallowed and "Brady" wiped his mouth.
"Did you enjoy that, you little slut?"
"Duh! Who doesn't enjoy sucking dick?!"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you secretly wanted to be a little cocksucking slut your whole life."
"Like, I mean, I remember being a cop and stuff but..."

Brandy paused.
While the memories of her past life were still swirling up in her brain, she was feeling new desires, new emotions.
"What was I saying? Were we talking about giving me my old body back?"
"But this IS your body, Brandy."
"It is?"
"It is now! You don't want to go back to being a jackboot thug with a misplaced sense of superiority, do you?"
"I... I dunno."

Maxine ran a finger under Brandy's chin.
"Admit it, you want to stay this way and be pampered and taken care of. And you'd still get to have all the sex you want."
"You promise?!"
"Cross my heart."

Brandy squealed.
She'd get to be a slut and all the cock and pussy she could ever desire.

Maxine handed the pink leash to Peter.
"Another gift for you. Brandy here is now your property to do with as you wish. Think of this as her penance for how she treated you as a man."
Peter held the leash, unable to focus on anything else.
"Brandy will be yours for a duration of time to be confirmed at a later date. And to add a little seasoning, I have restored her memories of who you used to be, so she can better understand why she's here."

Brandy looked at Maxine with confusion.
"Wait, so I'm gonna be HER slave?!"
"Seems fitting to me."
"But I don't wanna be a slave! I wanna go clubbing, screw this scene!"

Brandy decided to ditch the two brainy nerds and get her drink on, when she felt something wrap around her neck.
Peter had been holding the leash up, when it decided to ensnare Brandy on its own accord.

"Hey, fuck off! Get this fucking thing off... me..."
Brandy had been struggling to get out, but the leash was whispering things into her head, like it was coercing her to be a good girl.

"Uhhh Maxine, what's happening?"
"What I expected would happen. While I have altered her brain chemistry to be more receptive to the idea of being a slutty bimbo, I kept enough of the original personality intact."
"Why would you do that?"
"You can't learn any lessons in ego death, and it's more fun to tease them when they remember what came before."
"So what's going on now?"
"Since Brandy's still defiant enough, this leash will make her more obedient, while still keeping her memories in place."

Peter looked at Brandy, mouth agape and eyes glazed over, like she was being hypnotized by an unseen force.
"So how long are you keeping her as a socialite stereotype?"
Maxine leaned in closer and whispered to Peter
"She's never going back, and soon enough, she'll make that choice on her own. Just watch."

Peter was shocked.
And a little nervous.
He now knew if he did anything that went against Maxine's own designs, this could be his fate.

Brandy snapped out of her trance-like state.
"Brandy, is there anything you want to say to Betty?"

Brandy got back down on her knees and held her hands out like she was a puppy presenting her paws.
"Like, I'm sorry I was such a bully to you when we were dudes, Mistress Betty."
"Uh-th-that's OK, Brad-Brandy. Do you promise to behave?"
"Of course, Mistress Betty!"
"And what are you?"
"I'm a dumb bimbo slut, Mistress Betty!"

Maxine grinned at the scene unfolding.
"Like a goddamn Lasso of Truth."
"So, is she a pet?"
"Pet, property, fucktoy. Whatever you designate, that's her role from now on."
"Mistress Maxine is right!" Brandy said as she nodded eagerly.

Peter stared down at the former police officer.
In just under thirty minutes, the aggressive piece of shit making things difficult for him had become a small supplicant who was ready and willing to do anything asked of her.
"Brandy, stand up. My boss is going to take us to our new home."
"Yay!"
Brandy clapped in delight and got behind her new mistress, like a faithful dog being taken on a walk.

Maxine smiled again.
"Alright Betty, let's get you two home."
All three walked out of the interrogation room, and into a new world.

Despite still trying to wrap his head around it all (including his new name), Peter was much more at ease.
And possibly, optimistic about the future.

THE END.