Cindy, the former Cynthia, sat facing her best friend Talia, the daughter of a wealthy banker from New Zealand. The young ladies had become extremely close while being reprogrammed. Both had been brought in on the same day, meeting in a Pleasure Bunnie Corporation van after Talia was picked up from the airport and Cindy from her new stepfather’s mansion. The roommate’s preliminary indoctrination instructed them to encourage the other to be more submissive, more feminine, and more agreeable. The new best friends spent their evenings after daily programming sessions and lessons were complete making love and discussing their roles in life.

They were waiting patiently in the conditioning department’s waiting room for their final programming session before their respective fathers picked them up and brought the girls home. Cindy, a docile, tanned, brunette Pleasure Bunnie would be returned to her stepfather, a retired professional athlete, for, perhaps, auction to the highest bidder amongst those in his business circles. Talia, raven haired with large green eyes, would assist her father’s business interests as a bargaining chip during negotiations with clients. Eventually, he had mused to William and Kimberly while visiting the facilities to check on his daughter’s progress, a client would knock her up; this would lead to a handsome payoff or merger in return for the girl’s permanent services.

Talia, dressed in an abbreviated pink skirt, two sizes too small white shirt, and clear platform heels the same color of her skirt, smiled at her best friend with the soft, passive, smile of the Pleasure Bunnie she had become. Cindy, dressed in a white denim mini-skirt, black pumps, and a tube top the same color as her friend’s skirt, returned the smile. Her arm brushed up against recently enlarged breasts while trying to scratch her neck with a manicured nail. The brunette was not used to having large breasts yet; previously they had been on the smaller side. Nevertheless, a bit of discomfort was worth it to be a good girl and please her father. He had gotten her mother Candi, the former Candace, breast augmentation during their extended honeymoon a few months before Cindy came here. At the time, Cynthia did not understand why her mother had acquiesced so passively to this. Now, Cindy totally understood; it was their duty as girls to please and obey.

The brunette was so lost in reminiscing that she had not realized Talia was waiting for her to say something. Cindy concluded early in her mental makeover that she was pretty bright, for a Bunnie at least, and that Talia would need her supervision and guidance while they were together. It was still difficult to think deeply most of the time without a mental fog overcoming her, Master William had remarked the other day how insightful she was for someone programmed to be so dim, and this was no exception; she had gotten lost in her simple thoughts.

Suddenly, what they had been discussing came back to her: Talia’s favorite subject, the proper way for a good girl to behave. Cindy leaned over on the couch and squeezed her friend’s hands. “We live to obey men,” acting as though only a second or two had passed while her best friend stared at her, “it is our feminine nature, sis!”

The raven haired Bunnie from the southern hemisphere clapped her hands excitedly, “men are so great,” she giggled and clapped again, “I love to do what I am told.”

Cindy paused. Talia was a little too eager, even for someone as enthusiastic about obedience as herself. She was insightful enough to know that Talia’s conditioning had left her a brain dead bimbo. “Sis, even the most sensitive, ‘progressive,’ man,” she continued before the thoughts slid out of her little girlie brain, “what he really wants is a girl who knows her place.” She put her other hand up to stop the giggling girl across the table from exclaiming loudly. “It’s just our nature as men and girls. It’s not wrong, or bad.” Cindy paused and furrowed her brow. “...or good really. It just...is. Good girls do as they are told.”

Talia was so excited, Cindy could not interrupt the Bunnie from squealing in her high-pitched, girlie, voice. “My daddy wants me to do whatever his clients tell me to do!” After a moment, her eyes glazed over and she was lost in thoughts of feminine obedience to her superiors.

Cindy took this moment, one of the many bubble-brained moments her friend had, to consider her own father. When Candace, her mother, had dated and then become engaged to him she had not really understood what she had seen in him. Now, after her summer vacation at Pleasure Bunnie Headquarters, she completely understood. He was handsome, a popular member of the growing community they had moved to after the honeymoon, and treated his property really well.

During her summer vacation, she had observed men, she immediately thought of Master William and her exercise trainer Jonas, who treated all Bunnies, no matter who, very well. She frowned at the memories of a few who had treated her like a thing that only existed to have its holes filled. That was their choice, of course, she would never question it, but, nevertheless, Cindy was glad her father had the foresight to treat her mother like a lady.

The brunette blinked a few times. A segment of her programming took over and she began to quiz Talia about her “daddy.” Both Bunnies had been brainwashed to encourage each other’s submission and Cindy felt a strong compulsion to ask Talia, once again, about him. “How does your daddy want you to behave, Talia?” She asked it as though she had not quizzed her friend scores of times before.

Talia brightened and went to clap but Cindy, again, put her hand up. Talia giggled and continued in a calmer tone. “Um, well, daddy totally wants me to spend a lot of time with his clients. Especially when he has them at the house, I should do what they say no matter what,” she leaned in to whisper, “especially with sex stuff!”

Cindy smiled knowingly. Her friend was going to make her daddy a lot of money. She further prompted the raven-haired bimbo. “Especially with that, sweetie. You have to give them a good time; they are busy men who are probably under a lot of stress and very tired. Pleasing them and getting them to relax should always be a priority.”

“Daddy says that they will be more interested in working with him if I do that,” Talia continued, even though Cindy knew that Talia had not seen him since coming here for her own winter vacation, “...hey maybe they will want their daughters to be like us!” Cindy blinked a few times and thought of her sister Barbara, who was a guinea pig for a test program at the local university. Before she could respond, Talia leaned over and hugged her tightly. “Daddy also said that if one of them got me,” again she whispered, “pregnant,” and then, blushing, finished her sentence, “then he would make even more money.”

Before they could continue, a trainer came into the waiting room and instructed the girls to follow him. They held hands and walked through a door and then down a corridor into a room about the size of a dentist’s office. The room was filled with a number of machines that blinked a lot of pretty colors. Cindy led Talia over to the first chair and strapped her into it at the arms and legs. She stared at her best friend and considered the Bunnie for a moment. “I love you, sis.” The brunette kissed her hair.

Cindy then walked a few steps over to the next chair and strapped herself into it. Their trainer, an American named Phillip who Cindy had met once before, watched in amusement as the Bunnie strap herself in and smiled at him. He said a few things to the girl, who nodded in agreement, and shuddered as the brainwashing helmet lowered on her. The blinking neon lights inside of it began and her mind came to a complete stop. Cindy’s final thought before the subliminals began being pumped into her brain took over her consciousness was that she only hoped was to come out of this session an even better Pleasure Bunnie.

Quickly, Jessica Kanko got out of her car and tossed the keys to the Bunnie valet on duty in the parking garage. She moved briskly towards the elevator that led upwards to the main building where her destination, William’s office, was located. Thankful she had worn semi-sensible platform sneakers today; the brown haired Bunnie was able to reach her goal in record time.

Inside the elevator, she paced back and forth as it slowly ascended to the main floor. By now, her sister would be home or about to arrive. She would call their mother and probably already called her as well. A quick check of her phone showed three voice messages from them. Fuck. This really complicated things. They were not supposed to know she was even on this side of the country, never mind in their town.

Once in the main building, Jessica became so lost in her thoughts that she ran right into a trainer and the dark haired Bunnie in his control while rounding a corner. She had seen Talia, the smiling, vacant, Bunnie, around a few times before. Thankfully, the trainer, Phillip, was one she knew well and quickly accepted her apology after a low curtsy.

The blond haired man nodded to Talia, who moved to the wall and waited quietly staring at nothing in particular without concern or understanding. He put his hand on Jessica’s shoulder, which made her shiver. Phillip was an unassuming man but very athletic and had strong, masculine, hands. “Jessica, you look like you just saw a ghost, what’s up?”

Jessica looked down in difference momentarily, “I was out in the field performing my duties,” he nodded that he knew about that, “and on my way back to headquarters I drove past my sister.” She noticed the air conditioning had hardened her nipples and leaned a little forward towards him. “She isn’t supposed to know I am even on this coast, Sir.”

Phillip reached around and gently patted her on the bottom. “Oh, I get it now. That cannot be a good thing for you or us, dear. You did the right thing coming directly here.”

Jessica closed her eyes and slowly opened them. “Thank you, Sir. Do you happen to know where William is, Sir?” She was glad Phillip was the one she, literally, ran into. He was a good man who did not take advantage of her submissive state that much.

“William is in his office probably,” Phillip answered, “Kimberly is out in the field today, continuing your work, and isn’t supposed to be home until tonight.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “Relax, it will be fine. I will check with him later today and see what he has come up with to rectify this unfortunate situation.”

He removed his hand slowly and smiled, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Talia was still staring vacantly at the wall across from her. “Listen, Jessica, we should get together and have dinner one night. I’d like to sit down and have a good conversation with you.”

Jessica nodded and thanked him again. “Yes, Sir, that would be nice. Thank you for your help.” She reached up and hugged him, feeling safe and secure in his strong arms.

After bidding him goodbye, Jessica continued to another elevator and waited silently while it went up a few more floors to where William’s office was located. Along the way, she thought about Phillip’s proposal. Of course, she would obey without further thought to his request for dinner, but she also considered mentioning her burgeoning romance with another. Was Phillip the right person to tell first? Her long distance relationship had been kept quiet so far. It might have been suspicious how much time she spent with him when he visited from the field but no one had mentioned it to her. Her lover had commanded the brown haired Bunnie to try not to draw attention and since she was such a good girl, her obedience was without hesitation.

At the end of her elevator ride Jessica walked down the short hallway to William’s office. A secretary, normally an in-training Bunnie, was supposed to be sitting at the waiting room desk doing work. Jessica paused. No one was sitting there. The previous occupant had been sold, she assumed, or otherwise reassigned. She blinked a few times. It was not her concern. Hesitantly, she walked across the room and stood in front of the door. Usually, the Bunnie secretary would have buzzed her in. Despite having the relative ability to act independently, it was hard for her, without previous command, to enter a Man’s office.

Jessica fought her brainwashed mind to figure out her options. She could stand here, maybe at casual attention, until he came out to go somewhere. Running face first into someone once today was once too many times so she ruled that option out. Oh, how she wished a superior were here to think for her! As a tear came down her face, she moved her perfectly tanned arm up to knock.

Right before her soft, feminine, hand touched the door it quickly opened. William, hair shaved off in the past few days since Jessica had seen him last, stood looking quizzically at her. Quietly, he asked what was wrong and brought her into his office as makeup stained tears fell down her face more. Behind them, as she clung to him sobbing, he gently kicked the door with his foot, but it stopped after a third of the way from its destination.

The world around Cindy blinked back into existence at the ping sound the helmet around her head made when its job was finished. In the darkness surrounding her she closed her blue eyes to help adjust to the light. After a few moments, the helmet automatically rose above her and slid back above the machine she sat in. Opening her eyes slowly, the brunette looked to her left and found that Talia was gone. She frowned, but assumed her sister Bunnie had finished their final programming session early, and had been taken somewhere by Phillip, who she now noticed was also gone. Cindy was such a good girl; she could be trusted not to go astray when not under supervision.

Across the room, however, she did notice a familiar face near her trainer’s desk. The former Sarah Collins, now just referred to just as “Sarah” on her collar nametag, a new owner had not been assigned to her yet and hence did not need a last name, began to move towards Cindy when they made eye contact. Sarah was dressed just as classically as ever in a short pencil skirt, black pumps, and turtleneck. The older Bunnie assumed a matronly look when they came to stand in front of each other; ever since her reassignment to headquarters she had come to be a motherly figure and role model for Pleasure Bunnies like Cindy.

They hugged gently and Sarah confirmed that Talia had left early with Phillip. Cindy did not question why, it was not in her programming to do so, but still she felt a pang of curiosity. Sarah calmly informed her that she was to report to William for a final review before release to her father. The brunette smiled, “I will obey,” and watched Sarah walk passed her to observe the readings for another unnamed Bunnie in one of the other programming pods. Shrugging, she turned and began walking out of the room to obey.

Cindy made her way up the hall and then a right into a larger hall that extended in all four directions. On the right, she observed Madam Drusilla moving in that direction towards an office. She continued forward, passing a few administrators who briefly quizzed her about where an unsupervised Bunnie was going. After finding her answer sufficient, they allowed her to continue. In the elevator that led to the shuttle bridge to William’s office Cindy considered her programming session. She did not feel any different, but how would she even know? If something changed, wouldn’t she just believe it had always been that way unless there was a good reason for her to know?

The brunette considered this, perhaps unruly, line of thinking as the elevator doors opened and she advanced towards the reception area for William’s office. His secretary’s desk, the most recent Bunnie occupying it was recently auctioned to an oil executive, was empty. A replacement had not been assigned as of yet. Noticing the door to his office was partially ajar, Cindy moved forward slowly and stopped at the door. She leaned her head in and saw Jessica Kanko crying in a black plush chair. William was kneeling on one knee in front of her attempting to console the Bunnie.

Upon hearing the softened thud of Cindy’s pumps against the carpet, William turned and saw her standing in the doorway. He made eye contact with her and raised his eyebrows in amused frustration with Jessica. “Perfect,” he smiled, “no, seriously, you’re exactly who I need. Can you console her please?”

Concerned, Cindy walked into William’s office and shut the door behind her. She knelt where William had been kneeling and held the girl’s hand while her male superior filled her in on the situation. In the reception area, the phone rang. He ran an idea past Cindy, who nodded in agreement. They would rectify this situation by the end of the day.

Jennifer Graham turned off the shower and slipped her hand around the curtain to grab a towel and begin drying off. She dried her small, pale, breasts and freckled skin. Water dripped down her arms. After wrapping the towel around her body, she stood in the mirror and admired her recently cropped copper colored hair. Until a week ago, the tomboy skater had shoulder length hair but, on a whim, decided to chop it off, creating a more androgynous, pixie cut, look. Although instinctively still reaching up to run her hands through her hair, she was very happy to have gone through with cutting it all off. Jennifer loved being a young woman, men were, for the most part, disgusting, but she did not feel any sort of loyalty to femininity.

Her hazel eyes shone in the light from the small window above the shower. Jennifer walked back to her room, towel shamelessly falling off, to dress for her trip to Pleasure Bunnies Headquarters for a visit and dinner with William and her house mate, and best friend, Chris, who would be joining them later. Kimberly had been supposed to join them as well but she had gotten a text message the evening before announcing the absence of Chris’ Asian friend. This suited the redhead just fine, she had never gotten along very well with Kimberly; she was Chris’ friend and that was fine, but they had little in common outside of that and, oh yeah, the whole massive brainwashing conspiracy thingie. In the time since she and Chris had come into the inner circle she had become friendly with William, Kimberly’s lover and Master, who, like Chris himself, was not so bad for a male. He shared her love of skateboarding and both of their loves of jazz.

She had quickly become close with Arianna, her sister Celia, and Kristen, Celia’s lover. The latter two were her age and they hit it off very quickly, reveling in their deviant values. Arianna was becoming a mentor for her as she sorted through what she was beginning to realize was her natural ability to dominate and control girls. There was a lot to learn, especially if she wanted some sort of full time position with the corporation, which was the primary reason for her trip to headquarters today. Freelancing during this past summer part time by assessing the incoming class of students at the local university was fun, but she wanted something more permanent. Something, which allowed her to turn young women into obedient Pleasure Bunnies.

Jennifer put on the plain black dress she had purchased from a skate company’s Web Site the week before in anticipation of this day. The dress code at headquarters was repulsive and extremely gendered, but she would follow it today. When William met with her, she would ask him for an exception. Arianna already had one, although the rumor grapevine said the black haired Mistress just stopped wearing dresses one day and switched to the black dress pants she wore each day now, and, given how butch Jennifer was, it did not seem to be that unreasonable. The dress looked fine; the company marketed it in a special section on the Web Site specifically for tomboys. Jennifer thought that was hilarious; most of the other dresses they sold were very “girlie,” the kind of thing preppy posers wore who only got involved with skating to scope out hot guys.

Pausing for a moment to switch the Alice Coltrane record playing on her turntable, she made sure to pick up her skateboard and put it on top of her bag next to an mp3 player and cell phone. William had promised she could get in a session on his private half pipe. How cool was that? The seriously diabolical brainwashing corporation had its own skate park. She leaned down and examined her legs to make sure she had shaved them properly the night before. How do women keep up with all this crap? She slipped on a pair of simple black high heels with a low pump. No makeup, she drew the line at that.

After a few awkward steps out of her room Jennifer encountered Chris, her best friend, and, thanks to the Corporation’s very large expense account, housemates in a nice bayside, one story, house in the local township which the Corporation had taken over to house operatives, employees, and visitors off site. He laughed, amused by his best friend’s half ass attempt at femininity. She glared back, “shut up! I don’t see you wearing these fucking shoes.”

Chris shrugged and tapped the watch hiding underneath the dark dress shirt he wore. “It’s only one day; they have a dress code.” They made their way into the kitchen where their preprogrammed coffee maker was dispersing coffee for them. After pouring coffee into their travel mugs, the best friends stared at each other for a long moment. He was dressed in a black blazer, dark shirt, and nice dressy pants for an interview at the university library where Jennifer had been doing recon and both would be attending in the fall.

Chris finally broke the silence. “Wow, look at us.” He looked down for a moment. “A lot has changed, huh?”

Jennifer sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I am thrilled we are involved with a grand conspiracy to brainwash and sell women as Pleasure Bunnies, the perks are pretty bad ass, but I am so not doing it in heels.”

Chris walked around the kitchen island and hugged her gently. “Especially since you’re all hello, gay now, for women.” Realizing how dorky that sounded, he cleared his throat and continued after glancing over at the oven clock. “Both of us really have to go. I’ll see you tonight.”

They hugged again and he went out to his car. Jennifer watched him in the front window as he pulled out and drove down the street. She went back into the kitchen and got a banana to eat while she drove. Despite the annoying inconvenience of her wardrobe, she could not wait to get there.

For the past half hour, Courtney had been posing in front of the mirror and prancing around the house in the platform heels her boyfriend had graciously gotten her as an early birthday gift. She felt so sexy and extremely confident in herself as she swung her chubby body and leaned forward and backward, breasts bouncing up and down without a bra. The blond Bunnie to be had forgotten her misgivings about Robert’s purchase and was now very grateful to him for buying her such nice things. The least I can do is try them on. The subliminal mantra repeated in her head repeatedly as she switched to the black pumps that were also in the package.

A few minutes later, she moved to the bathroom to examine her body in the mirror. I love my body, I need to show it off more. Robert always pushed Courtney to wear tighter tops and more stylish clothing, but she had always hesitated, not wanting to draw attention to her body. Right now, however, she longed for a form-fitting shirt to make her breasts stick out like a pair of high beams. All her life she had tried to be fat positive; wasn’t that the least she could do?

The blond had been lost in her increasingly bubble brained thoughts when the phone rang yet again. She walked back to the bedroom and answered it. This time there was no screech, just a feminine voice activating another trigger. Courtney stood in place for the next forty-five minutes while the basics of her reprogramming continued. After the session was complete, she flipped her phone shut. The Bunnie in training stared at the time on the face of her phone with a puzzled look. How had so much time gone by? Before she could concentrate enough to ponder this troublesome line of query further, her eyes made contact with the salon certificate. She forgot her concerns as another subliminal message drifted through her mind. My nails look terrible repeated over and over. It was time to make an appointment.

The receptionist, Sherri, announced that they had been expecting Courtney to call. Before Courtney could question that, the Bunnie receptionist told her that if she could come in a few hours from now their head stylist, Cheryl, would administer her day of beauty. Excited, the blond agreed to this and hung up her phone again. The future Bunnie stripped off her underwear and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. After letting the water run for a minute she almost forgot to take the pumps Robert had bought her before getting in. The chubby blond giggled, I can be such a ditz sometimes, and sighed as hot water coursed all over her big, beautiful, body. Her mind fogged and slowed to a crawl as she thought of how sweet and considerate Robert had been to surprise her with gifts.

After washing her legs and stomach, Courtney slid two fingers inside and began to fuck herself to the new ideals subliminally programmed into her little brain. I need to look my best at all times. Looking my best at all times pleases Robert. Looking my best involves being soft and feminine in both appearance and mind. Robert wants me to be soft and feminine. To please him, I am soft and feminine.

Reciting this mantra brought her to climax about ten minutes later. Courtney screamed in ecstasy and almost fell over in the shower. Her orgasm would reinforce her programming during these extremely important early hours. If all went according to plan, by the end of the night Courtney would be on her way to being a proud Pleasure Bunnie.