Chapter 2

Kyra’s parents were standing before the closet of their girl, both wearing rubber gloves. This was as good a time as any. They had reread the instructions and took purple vial, number one, and black and blue jars number 17 and 18 along with the corresponding paintbrushes from the box. This evenings task was an easy one: administer the reagents to her articles. Of course the reagent had to dry for half an hour, but it was very unlikely that Kyra would decide to return home before then.

In that event their administrations could be discovered. At this moment, however, Kyra was near the lake enjoying herself with some friends. The company had confirmed her presence there via Kyra’s phone, although they were somewhat concerned with the present company.

A few kids were classified as potential aware and a threat to the organization. Kyra’s status had only been elevated once, but that had been only temporarily. One of the participants at the lake was a level two. All the more reason to start Kyra’s induction already.

Peter had carried the ironing board in the center of her room. Lilly had placed the jars on the table next to it. From downstairs a pick-up played a scratchy vinyl disk, a tune from the late 30s. The event carried a certain romance to them. Finally they were going to mold this spoiled girl, they had received and raised as if their own, into something corrupt enough to fulfill all desires. Kyra wouldn’t be the only one. This place was steadily going to become paradise in a year.

One more check on the phone, all is safe. So it begins. He opened Kyra’s drawer carefully, Lilly took a picture with her phone.

“Let’s first taint with the black jar. Those are the panties she will likely wear, anyway.” Lilly decided and started selecting the ones. “This one, and this one. Urgh ... and this one definitely.”

One by one she handed those, until all Kyra’s plain underwear was placed left on the ironing board, the more provocative to the right. Those were still not as exposing as they desired, but at least a step in the direction. This was intended to be a slow learning process, slow changes in effect per week, so it would take time before Kyra started adapting.

He had laid all panties with the privates touching surfaces exposed. After the panties they continued placing Kyra’s bras left and right of the center.

“Let me mark the black ones.” Lilly said with a sadistic gleam in her eyes, “That’ll teach her not to cover up and hide her assets. You can mark her bras blue for exposure and the sexy panties with purple, to start enhancing her, in case she’s a quick learner.”

With that she dabbed her brush in the black jar. Of course the colors were just the containers, the reagents were color and odorless.

“Ooh, she’s going to hate this.” she said, as she stroke the soft fabric. “Right in the center of her most sweet and innocent spot.”

“Mommy. mommy why is my pussy so hot and itchy?” Peter imitated comically.

“Oh poor girl, I don’t know.” she said while spreading the reagents all over the third set of underwear.

“Maybe you should show the doctor your red hot box so he’ll advice you to give it air.”

“Holes in my undies, mommy, now lots of holes!” Peter whined

“That’s not good, let’s buy you some new sheer underwear, you know what the doctor said!”

Peter continued with the more frilly undies, after dabbing his brush in the purple vial.

“Why am I so sensitive, and I cannot come. I try it all day long.”

“Girl go to the sexologist, and he’ll learn you how to experiment and do it right. You’ll get great experience for your future career.”

The phone again confirmed no sudden change of movement of Kyra, so Peter continued marking the bras. He liked painting them, but knew that this reagent was going to take several months before she would receive the painful sensitive puffies that would make wearing bras unbearable.

The pieces dried for thirty minutes and Kyra was apparently still having fun. After this they folded all items again and placed them in the drawer as they had photographed. All evidence, the ironing board, every vial, jar and brush was again stored. They called the company to confirm their successful completion.

Later that night, while Chrissy was driving Kyra home, she passed the house where Perry lived and momentarily recalled the odd dialogue they had in the beginning. Chrissy had almost forgotten about this after the unexpected turn of events. Perry had suggested that parents were hiding things from them. He appeared observant, she realized, but also too suspicious of this town. Though most of his observations had seemed somewhat substantiated, Chrissy didn’t know if she could live like that. She just wanted to enjoy life like everyone her age, and being so wary didn’t exactly sound like fun.

After overcoming her initial embarrassing admission, Kyra seemed to find Perry’s complot theories hilarious, in particular after sharing a joint with Dwight. Kyra kept suggesting ridiculous theories why they were being watched. Perry seemed a little disappointed and left early, mumbling an excuse he had taken some pictures earlier which he still had to process. Maybe Chrissy could have seen what was coming, too.

Dwight had taken a seat next to Kyra, who didn’t seem to mind, even though Dwight almost casually pressed his arm too near Kyra’s left breast. Conversation kept going mostly between Dwight and Kyra, Chrissy had been distracted. Once more and another time, Dwight pushed his arm conveniently against Kyra’s breasts.

Maybe Kyra’s is too drunk to notice – Chrissy thought – should I help her?

“Kyra”, Chrissy tried. Initially she had wanted to ask whether Kyra wanted to go home, but as Kyra moved her head, Chrissy noticed how Kyra had a difficulty to focus her attention. Chrissy also saw more changes in Kyra’s face as their eyes met. There was a slight flush on Kyra’s cheeks and the way she held her lips, Chrissy realized this was not the time for leaving.

Dwight on the other hand seemed to realize his moment was exactly now, and asserted he mashed his lips against Kyra’s. Chrissy observed how Kyra immediately lost all collected focus and melted that instant. Kyra kissed back Dwight in passion, embracing his torso with her arms, pressing her bosom against his pectoralis and seemed to have forgotten all about Chrissy.

This was apparently also too much for Dwight and he started molding Kyra’s copious breasts away with his hands, undoing some buttons here and there, without realizing Chrissy observed this as well.

Gaining a displaced embarrassment, Chrissy tried averting her eyes in the fallen darkness, towards a rock, a tree trunk nearby, but the luscious suction of their lips intermitted with feverous gasps for air kept pulling Chrissy’s perception towards the two new lovers.

Chrissy shortly considered making a brief sound to regain their attention, but observing how Kyra seemed to enjoy herself, Chrissy just couldn’t do it. If Chrissy would have been in Kyra’s place, kissing Dwight like that ... o god ... she would have wanted Kyra to do anything but interfere, either.

Chrissy wondered how it felt, to kiss this passionate. She had never been kissed like that. O god – and Kyra’s tit was out. In renewed fervor Dwight mashed her lips while pinching her now exposed nipple with his left fingers.