The Cabin - Chapter 11: Even Weirder (Patreon)

Steve would have screamed in pleasure if his mouth was not filled with Jesse's cock. Every little touch Jesse made to his flesh felt like an orgasm. He came every time she touched him. He managed to look down at himself and saw that his whole body was covered deeply in pleasure points. Even his tongue moving on Jesse's cock caused him immense pleasure. He tried to get his mouth free as he kept repeating “Too much.”

Jesse was amused at Steve's bucking and moaning. But his cum volume was going way down. She returned him to a normal number of erogenous zones and returned his mouth to normal.

Covered in sweat, Steve slumped on the bed. “What did you do?”

“I covered you in orgasmic zones.”

“Try things on yourself first, please.” He collapsed on the bed.

Jesse glanced over at Steve. For once it was just the two of them laying quietly in bed. "You know," she began. "We haven't really had a chance to do any role play."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked. "Haven't we both been Ms Sundance when we played the game?"

"That just it. Ms Sundance has been neglected sexually." She sat up and straddled Steve's stomach.

"You know I enjoy it when Ms Sundance joins me in bed," Steve said with a slight drawl.

"Actually, Steve, I was thinking Ms Sundance would like to join me in bed." As she finished saying this she willed Steve to become Ms Sundance.

"But..." was all Steve could say before his body reformed into the tall, voluptuous southern belle, laying naked below her.

Simultaneously, Jesse turned herself into a tall man of refinement, kneeling over her narrow waist, as a gentleman would never sit on a lady. "Ms Sundance," he began, "Ah do believe you're trying seduce me."

"Only for the last ten years, Darlin'." Ms Sundance replied, rubbing her hands on his broad chest. Looking down at his bare erection. "Ah see you are not adverse to this seduction." Her hands trailed down his chest and stomach until his cock was at hand. She grasped it firmly and laid it down between her breasts. Then she pressed them together and said, "Can you imagine these big bosoms have never held a cock like this?"

"If you hold them close, we can rectify that slight and a whole host of other slights perpetrated against your bosoms."

Ms Sundance squeezed her breasts around his cock as he slowly slid back and forth on her chest. "Ah do believe you are playing peek-a-boo," she laughed, a spirited lilting laugh. Her tongue darted out to meet the head of his cock as he thrust it forward. He paused mid-thrust as she took in the head for a long, slow suck, causing him to let out a low moan. "You lahke that?" She asked as he resumed his thrusts.

"As much as you enjoy what Ah'm doing, Ah suspect."

"Ah would enjoy it much more if it were about two feet that way," she pointed behind him.

"Ah prefer to finish things Ah've started before tacklin' new frontiers." Jesse made her cock engorge suddenly. Ms Sundance opened her mouth and focused her eyes directly into his eyes. The Gentleman Caller needed no more encouragement and shot his load into her waiting mouth.

Ms Sundance caught every drop and leaned forward to suck off anything that had not made it to the party in her mouth. As she swallowed, she released her breasts allowing The Gentleman to scoot back and immediately entered Ms Sundance's dripping pussy. Jesse used her abilities to make sure they both came together a few moments later. Spent, Jesse lay down beside Ms Sundance and fell asleep.

* * *

Josh's initial shock at seeing a dick sticking out from his girlfriend's face was replaced by the way it lit up his erogenous vision. “That ith fucked up,” was all he managed to say before his own tongue licked at the erection. He wrapped his mouth around the tip and sucked gently. He slid his way down her facecock and his chin slapped into her faceballs. Josh marveled at how intimate it was to perform oral sex when both partner's eyes were so close together. It was like a deep kiss with extra pleasure thrown in.

Alex grabbed Josh's ass and pulled him close. “It'th more fucked up than you know,” her voice whispered, sounding distant and muffled and then Josh felt a tongue on his dick. He glanced down and Alex had created a mouth where her pussy should be.

“How?”

“At first I couldn't get rid of the cock Jesse gave me with my transformation ability. I had to want it back to a pussy first. Now, bring your dick closer so I can suck it.”

His cock engorged and he shoved it into the awaiting orifice. Then he returned his attention to the dick in front of his eyes. He could never think about sixty-nining, or perhaps elevening, the same way again. Nothing beat mutual oral sex where you could look into your lover's eyes. Neither partner seemed to care about finishing off so much as they wanted to hold on the feeling of contentment. After a while they came and each mouth sucked down whatever cum it could.

Alex was going to say something but Josh was still in her crotch-mouth. She pushed his shoulders back and he extricated himself from her mouth. As she got up she whispered, “I have to pee.”

Josh followed her to the bathroom, “Me, too.”

Alex shrugged, causing the flaccid penis hanging off her face to sway back and forth. She entered to the bathroom and stood to the left of the bowl. “May as well share the bowl since we're both male urinaters at the moment.” She reached up and grabbed her facecock and pointed it at the bowl. A stream of urine burst forth from high above the bowl.

Josh stood a step further away from the bowl than usual as he voided.

Alex finished first and went to the sink where she washed her hands and “face”, thoroughly.

Josh was amused to discover how convenient having one's genitalia on their face could be for cleanliness reasons. “Alekth, I have a little complaint.”

“Oh you do?” Came a voice from below her waist.

“I'm in love with a woman and while thith tongue maketh that dick on you attractive, I mithth your puththy.”

“You mithth my puththy?” she laughed.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeth, I do. But you realithe onthe you thee it, you'll want to fuck it.”

“Can't wait.”

The cock and balls on her chin was replaced by a misplaced vulva, the labia swollen and musky, resting strangely just below her nose. Her distant voice said, “Better?”

“Thtrangely, yeth,” he replied and his elongated tongue slipped under her chin and slid up her labia and teased her clitoris, as it started to poke out. “Thith ith what thucking fathe ith all about.” He grabbed the side of her head and worked his tongue deep into her face cunt.

Alex moaned and wished she could reach Josh's dick with her tongue. It brushed against his leg.

Josh felt the lick on his thigh and looked down. Then he looked back up into Alex's eyes. “Do you want my mouth or my dick in here?”

Alex's eyes smiled and she grabbed his cock with one hand while freeing her head from his hand with the other. She guided his cock into her face pussy with both hands. Then she reach her arms around his ass and proceeded to thrust her face pussy onto his shaft as fast as she could. She moaned as each thrust felt like it would burrow into her brain or bust her skull open. She had to close her eyes. The speed with which her head was moving back and forth was far too dizzying. She usually associated the bobbing motion of her head with giving pleasure. Feeling Josh's cock pushing against her sugar walls made the bobbing motion feel amazing.

Josh was in heaven. It was like sex and a blow job at once. In this position dealing with where to put one's legs was not an issue. And to change the angle of the motion only required a change in her head angle. And like a blow job, he could just sit back and enjoy the ride.

* * *

Don put down the manual. He could not find a setting for returning her to normal. The problem was he usually turned Amanda into a sex robot when Bethany was around. Bethany was submissive by nature but occasionally liked to top. Don would never play the bottom role, but Amandabot was always obedient to Bethany and that pleased them both.

Based on Amandabot's eyes, she was only around 70% charged. Don really was not use to being by himself without one of them around. His mind wandered for a second and suddenly there was long dark hair in his hand.

“Donnie?” Bethany was kneeling at his feet, his hands running through her hair. Bethany was younger than Don being just out of college she was also more exuberant than Don normally could handle. But she more directly shared Don's kinks; in the bedroom she would do anything he told her to do without question and she would like it because she was doing what she was told. She was not nearly as tall as Amanda but could not be convinced to wear flat shoes, ever. She was olive-skinned with exotic pale brown and light green eyes. Her breasts were bigger than Amanda's: too big to be a runway model, but she did some print modeling based on her exotic features. She had straight black hair that she usually wore down; it reached the small of her back in the back.

She was naked and had no idea how she got here. She looked around and did not recognize the place. There was a distinctly female robot plugged into the wall. And why was Don naked. “Donnie, how? What just happened?”

Donnie reached out with his one hand to stand her up and patted the bed next to him. “That is a long story,” he started. “I assume your story is shorter. How was your weekend up until a few moments ago?”

The petite dark haired beauty stood up and sat on the bed next to him. Being naked around him was totally natural to her. She sat cross-legged on the bed, a glint of light reflecting off her pair of labia rings caught Don's eye. “I was lonely Friday night. Saturday I was out working until early this morning. Then I went to bed and woke up here. Am I dreaming?”

“I doubt it.” Don explained the game, the wishes and how since he missed her, she appeared at his hand.

* * *

Ms Sundance lay next to her lover, watching him sleep. She did not want to wake the gentleman caller but she urgently needed to use a lavatory. She slipped out of the bed and headed to the en suitebathroom. After taking care of her needs and redoing her makeup, she sprayed one of her handkerchiefs with her favorite scent. She returned to the bedroom and placed the handkerchief on the empty pillow. She pulled on some panties. Then put on a garter belt and attached long white stockings. She found a lacy white bra that seemed to match. She pulled a yellow sundress with white polka-dots over her head and slipped her feet into a pair of tan suede pumps. She found a mirror and touched up her makeup and finally put on a straw sunhat. She sprayed the aerosol bulb of a bottle of perfume and walked through the cloud. Satisfied, she stepped out of the bedroom into the common room.

She had been here before and quickly navigated to the kitchen to make herself something for lunch.

* * *

Alex's face reverted to normal. "The one problem with having a mouth on your crotch is the taste of sweaty thighs never goes away."

"Not to mention how muffled your voithe would be under jeanth," Josh added.

"And it's one thing to be thought of as a dickhead. But to have proof right under your nose is just sad."

Alex and Josh got dressed and entered the great room. It was empty. A woman's voice could be heard humming in the kitchen. Josh concentrated for a moment then said, "I have no idea who ith in the kitchen but Jeththe ith alone in the bedroom. I'm going to get my tongue fixed."

"Okay," Alex said heading for the kitchen. "I'll find out what new strangeness can be found in the kitchen." Taking a deep breath she entered the kitchen.

"Good day," Ms Sundance announced. "Ah was beginnin' to think mah gentleman caller and Ah were alone in the cabin."

"Steve?" Alex inquired.

With a harumph, Ms Sundance responded, "Ah do not think my natural, smallish chest should be a reason to mistake me for a man. Not all women are as endowed as you are, Ms Alex."

Non-plused, Alex clarified, "No, no. I-- Did Jesse transform you?"

"Transform? Ah am as Ah always was."

Shaking her head, Alex pointed to the door. "Let's go into the other room and wait for the others.

"Will y'all be playing the game again? Ah hope y'all will allow me to join in playing. Ah so enjoyed the other times Ah played."

Josh and Jesse entered the great room. She seemed surprised as she entered. She quickly crossed the room to get a close look at Ms Sundance.

"Ah do declare that stare of yours could pierce steel plating."

"Sorry, I was just admiring your makeup."

"Oh, well, thank you then," Ms Sundance apologized. "Ah don't quite feel like myself without it." She turned to face Josh who quickly turned away. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing that is your fault," Josh assured her, turning to Jesse. "It seems as though Steve is not here, Jesse."

"What do you mean?" She asked pointing toward Ms Sundance. "He's right there."

"Who is this Steve y'all keep mistakin' me for?" Ms Sundance demanded in frustration.

"He's not here. I'm a telepath and I am quite sure his mind is not in or around the cabin."

"B-b-but...," Jesse stammered. She closed her eyes and was shocked by the sound of distress in Steve's voice.

"Dear Lord, Almighty, what has happened to me?" Steve exclaimed. He sat where Ms Sundance was sitting, wearing the dress and makeup she had been wearing. He clutched at his chest and a look of pure horror crossed his face.

"Turn her back, Jesse. Ms Sundance is a unique individual," Josh explained. "Making her look like Steve does not make her Steve."

Instantly, Ms Sundance returned.

"Calm down," Josh commanded. Before he could continue a voice called from the upstairs landing.

"Is everyone decent?" Don called out. "I have two situations that need addressing." He stepped into view along with Bethany. "The first is for everyone to say hello to Bethany, whom I accidentally summoned to the cabin."

"Hi, everyone," Bethany said waving. When she found out Donnie could summon clothes she went through six outfits before settling on wearing a coral mini-dress with a wide silver belt showing off her narrow waist. A matching silver choker was around her neck. White stiletto heels matching the dress trim made her a few inches taller than Don.

Amanda stepped out onto the landing as Don continued, "Second, Amanda turned herself into a robot and there does not seem to be a way to change her back."

They all descended into great room. Bethany ran up ahead and gave Jesse a hug. "Who's that?" She inquired of Ms Sundance.

Alex joined them in a hug, her face at breast level with Bethany, and said, "Jesse's fantasy persona come to life in Steve."

"That's Steve?" Bethany whispered in shock. "Don wasn't kidding about what's been happening this weekend."

"Don, this is weirder than the problem with, um, Ms Sundance." Josh explained. "There are no human thoughts coming from Amanda."

"Human thoughts?"

"She is thinking, but as a machine. It's very different than reading your minds. Most minds appear to me as a pool of placid water with tiny rocks dropping into them. The ripples interact and crash against the shore forming ideas and thoughts. Amanda's mind is like series of streams that crisscross periodically. The crossover points are the only places thoughts exist. Thus her thoughts are rigidly timed and somewhat predictable whereas biological thoughts happen at random intervals and how the human mind uses the thoughts is affected by what part of the metaphorical shore encounters the thoughts first."

"That sounds beautiful," Alex said.

"How do we fix them?" Don asked.

"Well, in the case of Ms Sundance, Alex or Don, could want Steve back. But, and this is funny, he does not want us to do it."

"What do mean?" Jesse demanded.

"How can you be sure?" Ms Sundance asked ironically.

Josh smiled at her. "Steve is having an identity crisis. He's hearing voices in his head when he copies himself and sometimes those voices are other people, such as when Jesse turns him into someone else. Right now, there is only one voice and even though it belongs to someone else it is comfortingly quiet and associated with the woman he loves. He could split off from Ms Sundance. But, I think he feels that would just drown out her voice in his head. I think he is also curious about what being a woman is really about."

"That explains Ms Sundance's excellent makeup job," Alex added. Everyone looked at her inquisitively and she added, "Just look at how she blended three tones on her eyelid."

"Ah can teach y'all the trick to that," Ms Sundance said. "My makeup kit is in the bedroom."

"Sure," Alex made to stand up but stopped. "Wait, what's the deal with Amanda?"

Josh laughed, "Actually, I wasn't sure up until going deep into Ms Sundance's mind. Amanda's problem is almost the same as Steve's. She's wanted for so long to be an object, which is why it took her some time to conquer her mannequanthropy issue. She's found a way to be a living object."

"But why is there no way to turn her back to flesh?" Don inquired.

Amanda flatly intoned, "Why close a door without a lock?"

"There is a way, but she's locked it up inside her computer mind where I can't easily get to it," Josh nodded. "When she's ready, she'll unlock that door."

Don was about to speak when Bethany interrupted, "Don't you dare complain that having her that way makes you sad. Let her explore herself without any guilt trips, Don."

After an awkward silence, Amanda announced in a more natural tone, "Shall we play the game? Bethany and, um, -- Ms Sundance, do you have a first name?"

"It's Carolina," she replied. "But y'all can call me Carol, Ah suppose."

"Okay," Amanda continued. "Bethany and Carol have some catching up to do."

“Holy fuck,” Jesse exclaimed. With everyone staring at her she continued, "I never told Steve Carolina's first name."

Alex hopped up and exclaimed, "It's magic!"

Don got up and fetched the box, “Steve usually has the table cleared and the board setup by now.”

“What pieces will they play?” Alex asked. “I guess Amanda will continue using the dress making dummies. There’s still the little dolls in the box.”

“Oo, that’s sounds good for me,” exclaimed Bethany.

“But that still leaves Carol.”

“May Ah see the box?” Carol inquired.

Don extracted the board, cards and the magic-8 ball from the box and handed it to Carol.

Carol lifted the handwritten rules out of the box and said, “Will these do?” She reached into the box and took out a pair of wooden stars.

“Certainly,” Alex replied taking them and putting them onto the board where they went.

“Can I start?” Bethany giggled.

Jesse handed her the die, “Roll.”

Bethany earned some free cash on her first turn and the game was underway.

Don, Amanda, Josh and Alex’s turns were equally uninteresting.

On Carol’s first turn, she drew a card and read it then announced, “Oh, Ah just hold this in my hand for now. Your turn, Ms Jesse.”

Jesse drew a card, “Oo, it’s a wish card.”

Josh laughed, “You can already change anything about yourself and other people what are you even playing for?”

“Hmph,” she replied. As she started reading the card her voice shifted from excited to concerned, “Servant’s Wish. Once a day, you must grant the wish of another person, without coercion, or lose your powers.”

“That’s nothing like the other wishes we’ve seen,” Josh noted.

The next wish card drawn was by Bethany. “Mine’s perfect. Service Wish, if you have already drawn a wish card, discard this card and draw again. You live for serving someone else. Make a wish to make serving someone else better.”

“That’s perfect?” Alex asked.

Don merely nodded.

“I wish I had the ability to grant the person I’m serving Jesse’s ability to change anything about me.” Bethany said. “Isn’t that cool, Donnie? If I was serving you, you could make me into anything you want.”

Don finished nodding, “I had a feeling this is why you wanted to play.” Nothing happened on his or Amanda’s turn.

Josh drew a wish card, “Knowledge Wish blah blah already drawn blah blah. Who wouldn’t want to know things? What do want to know?” He thought for a second and smiled. “I wish to know anything and everything that is verifiably knowable whenever I consciously decide I want to know that information. 'Verifiably knowable' means given unlimited time and/or resources someone could physically determine the correct answer. So I can’t find out if God exists but I can know exactly how many people are alive on planet Earth, right now.”

Jesse joked, “You still need to wish for a cat.”

After Alex, Carol drew a wish card. “Spiritual Wish. If you have already made a wish, discard this card and draw again. What do wish for on a spiritual level?” Carol looked around the table then took a deep breath and said, “Ah wish for a soul of my own, to have my own life separate from Steve.”

A stunned silence followed, eventually broken as Carol continued. “Ah have this other card. Second Wish. It reads ‘If you do not have a wish hold this card and play it when you do. You may make a second wish. If you reach the end of the fulfillment track, both wishes come true.”

Josh held up a hand, “My danger sense is triggered. I think because the second wish is so open ended. Usually the wishes have a category or something. Be careful with this second wish, Carol.”

“Well, Ah’ve been thinking about this second wish since Ah drew it first round and Ah feel sorry that Steve is not actually around to play this game. So my second wish is to be able to grant someone else’s wish if Ah feel the wish is worthy.”

“Did she just wish for more wishes?” Amanda asked.

“Is that bad?” Carol asked.

“We’ll see.” Josh replied.

Jesse landed on a practice square. “Who wants a wish granted?”

“I do, I do.” Bethany exclaimed. “Create a button on the back of my neck. When it is pushed I turn into an automaton, unable to initiate actions except those actions commanded by the person who pressed the button. I remain an automaton until the button is pressed again.”

“Really?” Jesse asked. “Let me concentrate.” Jesse got up and stood behind Bethany, placing a hand on her neck. “Here?”

“A little lower.”

“Okay, you have a slave switch.” Jesse finished. She sat down.

Bethany reached behind her neck, “I don’t feel anything.”

“You can’t press the button,” Jesse said. “And you didn’t say you wanted it to be visible. It is there.”

“Donnie, press the button.”

“Not until you have to practice.” He grinned.

“How do we know it worked?” Bethany wondered.

“Just take your turn, Bethany,” Josh said. “You might land on a practice.”

“Oh, yeah,” Bethany took the die and rolled. She picked up her token and stared at it. “Did anyone else ever notice the dolls have marionette sticks carved onto their backs?” With a shrug, she moved her piece and landed on a practice square. Before she could react, her mind went blank. She could think but could not summon any thoughts that involved moving. She sat with her hand hovering over the table.

“Sit back and put your hand down,” Don commanded.

She immediately sat back and put her hand down. Once finished, her body stopped, unnaturally still.

“My turn I guess,” Don said. He drew a card, “Well, I can ride the wave now. Just need a wish to go with it.” He turned to Amanda who was staring intently at Bethany. “Your turn Amanda.”

“I know. I was just considering what Jesse did to Bethany.” Her turn was uneventful. “Is she thinking, Josh?”

Josh looked at Amanda, “Not really. Her mind has been replaced by the automaton mind. She's just a back seat observer in her own mind. Not very different than Steve or Amanda."

"Me?"

"You're not really a robot."

"Yes, I am," Amanda denied.

Josh landed on the practice space. "I wonder how many other Steve's are around the house."

Carol said, "None, Ah think.”

Alex drew a wish card on her turn. "Invisible Wish. Ever wanted to hide something from others? Make a wish of concealment." Alex thought for a moment and then a wicked grin played across her face before she suppressed it."I wish I could create an invisible bubble around me that made me appear perfectly normal to everyone except people I designate as able to pierce the veil. Those people would see the real me. Which people can or cannot see through the bubble can be changed at any time."

"That will be interesting to practice," Josh noted.

"I have few ideas already."

Carol rolled the die. “Oh, Ah have to practice. Somebody make a wish, just don't ask me to implant any buttons."

Josh jumped in, "Could you go around the house counting Steve's just so I'll know for sure?"

Carol got up. "Ah suppose Ah can grant that wish." She first went into the lower floor bedroom.

"Why did you...?" Alex asked.

"I have my reasons," Josh replied.

Jesse picked up the Outcomes ball. It said move one space up on the fulfillment track. She placed the ball in front of Bethany and rolled the die and moved her pawn. She drew a card and placed in her hand.

Don said, “Bethany, consult the Outcomes ball.”

Bethany did not respond.

“Huh?”

Josh interrupted, “I think that was too complex a command. You need to tell what motions to make in order to consult the Outcomes ball.”

“Oh, really?” Don asked. “Bethany, pick up the Outcomes ball, shake it, turn it over and read the result in the window.”

Stiffly, Bethany complied with the command saying flatly, “Moving performance, +2”.

Don continued, “Put the ball down. Pick up your pawn on the fulfillment track, move it two spaces ahead and put it down.” When she finished, Don said, “That finishes her practice turn.” He reached behind her head and touched her neck.

“That was fucking awesome,” Bethany squealed. “Flip the switch again and tell me what to do the rest of the game. That was awesome.”

Don hesitated, “I think it would be a bit awkward. Not to mention tiring, I... wait. Amanda, why don't you take control of Bethany for the rest of the game. It won't bother you to give such tedious instructions.”

Bethany sat down in her chair with her hands in her lap.

“As you wish, Donald,” Amanda got up and touched the back of Bethany's neck. “Bethany, pick up the die, shake it and release it onto the table. Pick up your pawn and move it three spaces ahead on the board. Someone add $200 to her cash total. Bethany, lean over and kiss Don on the cheek.” Amanda returned to her seat.

Bethany leaned toward Don and placed her lips on his cheek and stopped moving.

“Amanda, she's kind of in my face, here.”

“I know,” Amanda laughed. “Bethany, sit back in your chair.”

Bethany's body, still twisted to the left rolled back onto the chair. Her lips still puckered up.

Jesse said, “It's your turn, Don.”

“You had to leave her frozen like that?” Don asked.

“I'm just a robot. What do I know about humor?”

“But you laughed about leaving her in my face.”

“I did?” She asked innocently. “Then perhaps I'm not a robot.”

Don rolled and drew a card. “Still no wish.”

Amanda drew a wish card, “Ever After Wish. If you have already made a wish, discard this card and draw again. Make a wish that is like the ending of a fairy tale. Perhaps they lived happily ever after.” Amanda extemporized. “If I were a robot, I might want to be Pinocchio. Although, I suppose there is already a marionette in the house. Bethany, make a fist with your right hand. Extend your index and middle fingers. Place the end of your extended fingers on your right nipple. Move your hand in a tight circle so your fingertips encircles the nipple. Don't stop making this circular motion until commanded.”

With no reaction, Bethany mechanically caressed her right nipple over and over.

“But I'm a robot? Odd. Fairy tales. Hmm. I'm a mannequanthrope. I can project my thoughts. I can change anything about myself. Wait. I could have turned myself into a robot.” Lights flashed from her eyes.

“Bingo,” Don said. “If you did, how would turn back to a human?”

The lights in her eyes flashed faster and faster.

“Amanda, are you okay?”

Carol returned to the table and asked Jesse, “What did Ah miss?”

“I'm not sure.”

Josh held his temples, “She's trying to emerge but there's some kind of conflict within her.”

Her body suddenly stood up flinging the chair back several feet. Her entire body surface became a silver metal and her cloths fell off her body shredded to bits somehow. Her face was a featureless mask. Mounds on her chest where her breasts were became tipped with flat translucent buttons, the left one red, the right one blue. Both were dully lit at the moment. A metallic voice intoned flatly from a speaker where her mouth would be. “Donald. Choose my form.” The blue light on the right breast turned off. “Red is living.” The blue light turned on as the red light on the left breast turned off. “Blue is automaton.” Both lights turned off for a second. Then they turned on for a second. They continued blinking once per second.

“Automaton? Explain.” Don said.

“Red is living like you. Blue is automaton like Bethany.” Amanda replied.

“Exactly like Bethany, with a switch in her neck?” Don asked.

“No switch, permanently your plaything. Choose. Red is living. Blue is automaton.”

Don reached toward the blue button on the right.

“You wouldn't pi--” Josh started to say then froze in place.

Don stared at him. He looked around at the frozen tableau before him. “I think I'll make this decision alone.” Everyone was frozen except for him and Amanda. He contemplated what to do for a few moments. Once his decision was made he reached again toward her chest and resumed time for everyone seated there.