Shan was working away at her desk, when she got a call from Stacey.

“I think you’d better get down here…”

Shan came into the medical bay to be greeted by pandemonium.

An Asian maid was violently jerking about on the bed, frantically trying to get free. She was naked, except for the hood and collar; a maid uniform lay in tatters on the floor.

Looking closer, Shan could see deep scratches in the woman’s breasts, some still bleeding; her fingers were also red raw, so it was obvious she had done this to herself.

“I can’t control her”, said Stacey, exasperated. “That’s the second uniform she’s wrecked. Every time the cycle completes, and she seems to be programmed, she flips. She tears the uniform off, then starts trying to open her mouth, and rip off her breasts.”

“Why is she still conscious?”, Shan asked. “Especially if she is going to damage herself.”

“She’s been given the correct level of sedation”, said Stacey. “She’s fighting through it.”

“Tell me about her”, said Shan, intrigued.

“She was one of the Police Officers at the local Rapid Response Unit, and male”, said Stacey. “We had to take her because she witnessed us during one of our ‘operations’ last week, and she was Debbie, your doll’s boyfriend, so she was causing problems…”

“Trouble is, we only found out during programming her that she’s very strongly anti anything that isn’t heterosexual; almost pathologically so, in fact. Waking up as a woman has, quite literally, driven her insane…”

“Also, as I were bringing her in to be reprogrammed, I didn’t realise that she was semi-conscious”, Stacey continued, a contrite expression on her face. “We went past your quarters on the way to the medical bay, and she saw your doll…”

“Ah…”, said Shan. “Well, it seems we have three ways to proceed. One; we ‘wipe’ her completely, then programme her up as a maid; she’ll have no personality, as such, but she’ll be able to do her job ok. Two; we change her into a doll, then keep her with Debbie; that puts the couple back together but seems a bit of a waste. Three; I’ll talk to her…”

“What was her name?”, asked Shan.

“Jim”, said Stacey.

“Ok, link me into the programming rig”, said Shan…

“Jim, can you hear me…?”, Shan asked, shortly after. “Jim, please nod if you can hear me, your girlfriends life depends on it…”

The figure on the bed gradually stopped struggling, then nodded once.

“Jim, I know what you’re going through is traumatic, it happened to me, to start with”, said Shan, shivering slightly as she remembered when she had first woken up as a girl.

“I’ve found a life here, a wonderful life! It’s not the end of the world for you, it really isn’t. Also, with a bit of work, you could be with Debbie again…”

Jim, on the bed, moaned once, quietly.

“I’ll give you two options; let us set you up as a maid, finish off what we are doing now, and you can be with Debbie all the time you are not working. I’ll even let her know that it’s you under that new body of yours. Otherwise, just carry on the way you are now. Stacey is fed up with it, and so am I; we’ll send you to a local club we know, where you can be their full-time ‘pain slut’, seeing as that is what you enjoy. It does mean you’ll never see Debbie again, and not be able to look out for her; I can’t guarantee how she’ll be treated…”

“Nod once for option 1”, Shan said, “or twice for option 2. Do bear in mind that, as a maid, you will still get a certain amount of freedom; as a pain slut, you will be in permanent bondage all the time…”

Shortly, Jim nodded, once…

The following day, Jemima started working in the village.

She was very hard working; she made friends quickly, even though she couldn’t speak, and settled into her new role. However, one of her scratches on her breast opened up again while she worked.

Linda, one of the people she worked for had noticed the blood; she immediately stopped her working and, concerned, called her over.

Undoing her dress to examine the cut, Linda gasped as she saw all the scratches…

Jemima turned away, embarrassed…

Linda treated the scratches, gently and caringly; at the same time; she spoke quietly to Jemima, trying to find out what had happened.

Still worried about what might happen to Debbie, Jemima said, using her notepad, that she was prone to ‘self-harming’. She said that it was why she couldn’t speak any more.

Linda cried at that and gently hugged her.

 “You don’t need to do that anymore”, she said. “Anytime you need company, or someone to talk to, I’m here.”

Linda then kissed her.

Jemima hugged her and thanked her, then curtsied.

“May I go back to work, Miss Linda?”, she said, with a smile.

“Yes you may, Jemima”, Linda said.

That evening, Jemima returned to Samoto and headed for Shan’s quarters.

First, she stopped by at the medical bay and had Stacey check her scratches.

“Linda did a good job”, said Stacey. “You shouldn’t start ‘leaking’ again unless you do anything too strenuous, but you’d better get that uniform washed. Here’s a spare.”

Stacey tossed Jemima a maid uniform and, to her amazement, Jemima stripped off and changed right in front of her.

“Come on, we’re all girls round here…!”, Jemima wrote in her notepad, causing Stacey to giggle.

Jemima entered Shan’s quarters.

“Good evening, my dear”, said Shan. “I have received some very good reports about you. Now to keep my end of the bargain…”

Shan turned to a satin covered bed in the corner on the room. On that bed, curled up asleep, was Debbie.

Shan went to wake her up, but Jemima stopped her.

Confused, Shan turned back.

“Don’t tell her.”, Jemima wrote. “She doesn’t need me anymore, she’s got you. You’re obviously treating her properly…”

Jemima hadn’t noticed the hood that Debbie wore. Debbie, however, had stirred slightly, and noticed Shan. She immediately stretched out her arms toward her, wanting a hug…

Shan picked up Debbie and cuddled her.

“This is your new maid, Debbie. Her name is Jemima. She’ll be in to look after you occasionally.”

Debbie nuzzled Jemima. Jemima stroked her head and felt the latex of the hood for the first time. Debbie almost purred as Jemima stroked her…

“Sensual, isn’t she?”, Shan said. “Anyway, you’d better bond with her, so she recognises you next time...”

Jemima looked at Shan, confused.

“I’m saying go to bed with her. It’s what you both want. I don’t mind; Debbie is my property, nothing is going to change that, but I don’t mind sharing my toys…”

That night, Jemima and Debbie slept together. ‘Jim’ had found his missing girlfriend, though not at all in the way he expected…