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Good luck to everyone, and I’ll catch you on the flippety-flip.

Originally posted by a-space-opera

In the days to come I’ll be reblogging other stuff that I’ve enjoyed from my hiatus— my depression is still hellaciously here, but I’m trying (again) to push through (again)— with a goal of actually getting back into the swing of capping/storytelling.

~V

baronessvanessa :

(Commission for @codexofcorruption)

Down in the coffee shop near the university, little sweet Tori was sipping her soy decaf latte and idly wondering what her life would be like if she was not so sweet and little. Tori was a freshman university student doing a Bachelor of Arts with a major in Literature and a minor in Art History. She was a very shy girl, who spent most of her free time in the library or her dorm room. She had made few friends in class, though no one really close.

From her seat she had a clear view of Rebecca De Vornay a girl from her literature class. A girl who was holding court with her circle of friends. Rebecca was one of the prettiest girls on campus, who with her shiny blonde hair and buxom figure caught the eye of everyone. It was not just her looks that made her so popular, Rebecca had a way about her that drew people to her. It was how she carried herself, with a noble aloof bearing that made people feel like they had to earn her attention. Tori did not have such a bearing. With her short stature and somewhat pudgy physique, Tori could only dream of captivating a whole room just by walking in. She also knew she could never be as aloof or as cruel as Rebecca. Tori was too earnest, too willing to get people to like her, which ironically made people like her less. She saw that Rebecca had noticed her and tried to give a smile. In response, Rebecca gave her a cruel smirk of contempt. She then quickly spoke to her circle of friends. “Looks like nerd girl finally come out of her cave.” They all laughed cruelly, making Tori regretful coming here at all.

Tori finished her coffee and left the cafe. She had a meeting with a lawyer to discuss her great aunt’s Lady Josephine’s will. Josephine had passed away and apparently had bequeathed Tori something. Lady Josephine was a very elegant woman who had married an eastern European nobleman that left her his fortune and noble title after his death. This had made her a very rich woman, and Tori was very curious to see what part of Josephine’s vast wealth she was about to receive. Lady Josephine only visited her family once or twice a year, yet each time she would dote on sweet Tori, telling the girl how much she reminded her in her youth. Tori could never believe that. Her great aunt was like this force of nature, how could she ever be as meek an unnoticeable as her? Even when she was old, Lady Josephine radiated health, beauty, and power. She was a woman who would not be ignored. She knew how to get what she desired, whether that was objects or people.

So, what could be hers Tori wondered. What amazing gift did her great aunt leave for her. Perhaps one of her luxury cars? Or maybe some of her expensive jewels? Or maybe even one of her prize horses? Or maybe even…

“A dusty old locket?”

“Yes.” The lawyer answered. “Lady Josephine has bequeathed to you her most precious and beloved lucky locket. She wished that it would bring you the great fortune that it brought her in life.”

“Is that…is that all?” Tori asked.

“I’m afraid so. The rest of her estate is being divided amongst all her many former paramours.”

The lawyer then went on about the difficulty of being in charge of executing a will with so many recipients but Tori was not listening. She was looking at the locket, trying to figure out why her great aunt had left this worthless piece of junk to her. It was a small pewter locket in the shape of a heart, with nothing inside. Why would she give it to her? For what purpose?

Later that night, Tori was lying in bed and looking at the locket. She had no memory of Josephine ever wearing such a piece of jewellery. She seemed the type of woman who would never wear anything so dull and plain. Yet here it was, all that Tori was given. Made sense she guessed, a boring unrememberable gift for a boring unremarkable girl.

Tori placed the locket down on her bedside table and picked up her phone. She started browsing social media which she quickly realised was a mistake. Many of her classmates were posting pictures of them partying at the clubs, and here she was, playing with a dusty old bauble. One such picture showed Rebecca, in a club and surrounded by beautiful people, yet she still shone brighter than all of them. She was like a queen, surrounded by her courtiers. Tori particularly noticed the smirk on Rebecca’s face, as if she was well aware of the power she wielded. That she was a noble being, far beyond these lowly creatures around her. Underneath the photo, Rebecca had written the caption: Bad Bitches do it well.  Rebecca was a bad bitch indeed. Tori could imagine Rebecca treating the people around her with contempt, cruelly, taunting them for being less than her, yet still they would be left with a need to prove themselves to her, to make her like them. They would need to earn it.

No one ever felt like they needed to make Tori like them. She would do anything for anyone really. Out of the simple kindness of her heart, she would be more than willing to help other out, without needing even some thanks in return. And where had that left her? Alone on a Friday night, playing with a dusty old locket as she watches life go by through her phone.

Tori let out a sad sigh, and again dreamed of what her life could be if she was not so sweet. If she was someone who was not such a doormat and instead took what she wanted. Tori let out another sad sigh and turned off her phone before going to sleep.

That night, Tori dreamed being back in the coffee shop, except she now sat where Rebecca was before. Rebecca’s circle of loyal friends now surrounded Tori, listening and fawning over everything she said or did. Tori was now the queen bee and she loved it. She felt so powerful and respected. In her dream she was wearing the same clothes that Rebecca wore that day, tight shiny leggings and a figure hugging sweater that looked good even on Tori’s plump shape. It was the type of clothes that Tori would never wear in real life, for they were the clothes of someone confident and aware of their sensuality.

As sweet Tori slept, her great aunt’s locket beside her began to emit a dark purple glow. A soft white surged from Tori’s forehead and flew into the locket, making the glow brighter.

In the morning, when Tori was rudely awoken by her alarm, she felt strange getting out of bed. She was more sluggish as usual, as if she was not quite in full control of her body. Tori stumbled into her bathroom, and when she caught herself in the mirror, she let out a short yelp of fright.

Looking in the mirror, Tori saw a familiar looking stranger before her. It was her, but a better-looking version of her. Her hair was longer and shinier, her face seemed slightly more beautiful. Tori had also apparently lost some weight from before and gained some height. It was extraordinary. She quickly pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

Tori’s phone beeped and she picked it up to see a message from Lisa, a girl from class this morning. Lisa was one of the popular girls who partied all the time. Why would she be messaging her.

The message went “Hey Tori!!! Last night was fucking wild. No girl parties like you bitch. See you in class. Hope the Prof doesn’t bitch bout my snoring. LOL. Luv u!”

Now Tori was even more confused. She checked her Facebook and saw that last night she apparently was at the clubs with all the other uni girls. She saw photos of her in a skimpy dress, drinking shots and sexy dancing. “What the hell!” This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her at all. She would never be so outgoing and adventurous. She was Tori, the bookworm, the ugly nerd who stayed in her room every night all alone. Not this party girl. Has she fallen into some parallel universe?

Tori then noticed the locket. It was shining.

The light that emanated from the locket was a dark purple glow. A glow that filled Tori with both dread and wonder. She cautiously picked the locket up and felt something tremble within her.

“Hello Ms Tori”

Tori let out a gasp and dropped the locket. That voice… that voice she just heard in her head. That deep rough voice. It sounded so demonic, so cruel, like a low roar of a lion after catching sight of its prey. Did it… did it come from the locket?

There the locket was, lying on floor, still shining.

Something within her told her it was best to just get rid of the locket. Never touch it again and forget it ever existed. Yet something else within her yearned to know more.

She gently dropped down and again picked up the locket. Instantly, the voice spoke.

“Ms Tori,” it said in a soft and tender manner. “Sweet Tori. Do not be so afraid. I am here to help you.”

“What are you?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“I’m your great aunt’s locket. She gave me to you so that I could help you.”

“Help me how? Did you do this? Did you mess up my world?”

“In a manner of speaking yes, I altered your world. Remember last night, when you were in sorrow over your sad unremarkable life. You were so despondent.  I had to help you Ms Tori.”

“What did you do?”

“I’ve made you better. Made you the type of girl who you wish you could be. The girl with lots of friends, and plenty of admirers. The girl whose life is one filled with joy and pleasure. Don’t you want to see what’s that like? Go on, play in your new world. But don’t forget to take me with you.”

Again, Tori felt something within her telling her that she should just get rid of the locket, go back to bed, and hope that this was all just a dream. Something else though told her, that even if this was just a dream, there were so many possibilities in store for her, why not pull the thread.

She wore the locket around her neck, making sure to clasp it tightly on the back. The glowing orb rested nicely in her cleavage.

“Good, I can keep in contact with you. Make you sure you take advantage of your new life.”

Tori shuddered at the thought of the locket always able to talk to her. Yet she kept it on. She then went to her wardrobe to get dressed. She opened it and was surprised to see it full of all kinds of expensive looking designer clothes. The kind of stuff that Tori would never have usually worn. Designer labels like Gucci and Alexander Wang. They were all so stylish, tight and revealing. Tori never had either the body, or the confidence to wear such clothes. Except for now.

“This is all so… how can I afford all of this?”

“A girl like you has your ways, Ms Tori. How about you pick out something that will really turn heads today.”

Tori picked out a few things from her newly stacked closet. They just happened to be the clothes that Rebecca wore yesterday. The sweater fitted snugly against Tori’s newly enlarged breasts. She liked how the collar was low enough to let anyone get a good look at them. She never had breasts big enough for people to admire before. But now, looking in the mirror, she understood the urge to flaunt what you got. The way the shiny leggings showed off her nice pert ass she found especially appealing.

As Tori started to get lost in her new appearance the locket spoke up about getting to class. Tori quickly finished and after putting on some ankle boots, she grabbed a banana and her Gucci purse and headed out.

Tori’s day at university was interesting to say the least. When she got to the lecture hall, Lisa was there waiting for her with a coffee. In this new reality, Tori was friends with her, as she was with all of the pretty popular girls. They were all so nice to her and treated her with respect.

“Why wouldn’t they.” The locket said. “You’re one of them now.”

Tori tried to ignore the locket’s words and focus on enjoying being a part of the clique. There were talks of a party on Friday at one of the hottest clubs. She did not even have to ask, it was just assumed she would be there, strutting it up with the best of them. Talk began of what to wear that night. Tori started to feel lost as she was so unused to the world of fashion.

“There’s a blood red leather dress in your closet. You would look so enticing if you wore that.”

Tori vaguely remembered seeing that dress early that morning. It was way too tight and revealing for her she felt.

“Not anymore. A girl like you needs to wear clothes like that.”

Again, Tori tried to repress the locket’s words. She was having fun with the girls while being herself. She did not need to change too much about herself.

Class ended and Tori and girls started to leave the lecture hall. Tori realised she had not paid attention to a single thing the lecturer had said but she did not mind. It was only a class on 18th century romantic literature, when would she ever need to know anything on that.

The girls were all heading towards the café when they ran into Rebecca. Rebecca, like most of the other girls were economics majors with a minor in literature, so Tori only shared a couple of classes with them. When the rest of girls met up of Rebecca, they immediately began to defer to her and let her lead the clique. She was the queen bee after all, and the group quickly decided to go to the café Rebecca liked, instead of the previously planned one that Tori preferred. Tori saw the girls all quickly falling to grab Rebecca’s attention and felt a pang of jealousy. She was finally accepted by them, but she was still below Rebecca, who was not even taking notice of Tori as she preened and basked in the attention.

‘Of course, they all want Rebecca’s approval.” Tori thought. ‘She’s so pretty and stylish, with her big fat tits and blonde hair.”

BAAM!

Tori was momentarily blinded by a burst of light. When her eyes refocused, she saw that the world was changed again.

Rebecca was standing before her, except now her hair was a dull mousy brown, and her tits were practically non-existent. Tori wondered what had happened, till she saw a flock of blond hair fall in front of eye and realised her chest felt heavier than usual. After quickly looking up and down at herself, she realised that she now possessed shiny blond hair, and a pair of big fat tits.

Tori gasped and grabbed the locket angrily.

“You’re welcome Ms Tori.”

Tori violently ripped the locket off her neck and shoved it into her purse. No more changing reality today.

For the rest of the day at uni, Tori followed Rebecca and the others as they had coffee, went out shopping, and made plans for the big party Friday. She was a part of their circle now, though Rebecca was still the leader. Even with her hair and breasts, Tori was still lower on the totem pole compared to Rebecca. With her new-found attributes, one would think that Tori would enjoy all of the appreciating attention she now received from her male classmates. None of that really mattered to Tori though. Not with Rebecca still flaunting her status right in front of her.

“How does that bitch do it?” Tori asked herself, later that evening, alone in her dorm room. “How does she make everyone worship the fucking ground she walks on?”

Tori never used to swear, but now, so close to having the type of life she always dreamed of having,… “It’s fucking unfair! I’ve got the body.” She said, cupping her now D-cup size breasts. “Why can’t I have the life?” She jumped on her bed and screamed her frustrations into a nearby pillow.

Tori then looked up from her pillow and eyed her purse. She could feel the locket calling her, asking for her touch, aching for another chance of changing the world.

It wasn’t right. She knew that. To change reality on a whim? And for what purpose, to make her popular? It was completely selfish. Selfish like Rebecca.

Tori opened her purse and grabbed the locket, taking it out and putting it right up to her face.

“How do I become like her?” She demanded.

“Like who Ms Tori.”

“You know exactly who I mean! Rebecca De Vorney. Queen bitch. I already have her body, how do I get her power?”

“By being her.”

“What does that mean?”

“Despite all the changes I have made for you, you are still Ms Tori, a shy girl who wants everyone to like her. You are too kind and sweet, which makes you weak. Physical beauty can only take you so far. Rebecca on the other hand, she is mean, selfish, and does not truly care for those around her. For her, people are only pawns to get what she wants. Look at how she carries herself, her gait, her speech, how it compares to you. Rebecca is a hawk, you are a dove.”

“It’s just… it’s who I am okay.” Tori said, falling back onto the bed. “I want people to like me, so I do whatever people want. I can’t help it.”

“But I can.” The locket answered. “I can make you mean, I can make you cruel, I can make you a selfish bitch who cares only for yourself. I can make you strong. And then, you will have what you so greatly desire.”

Tori shuddered as she contemplated what the locket was offering. It was a tantalising idea, but if she took the offer, she would lose herself and become what she most hated. Tori did not know if she could bear to give in so entirely to being the bitch the locket wanted her to be. A small part of her still wanted to remain the good girl she always had been. The kind of girl who when she sees a friend crying, offers a hug and a cup of hot mocha. Tori decided that she would sleep on it and make her choice later. She placed the locket down on her bedside table and went to sleep.

Sadly, the locket was not going to wait for Tori to make a decision herself. That was not how it worked. It did not spend centuries corrupting fair maidens into cruel mistresses based on other people wants. Once again, the locket glowed its menacing purple light, and beamed itself into Tori’s brain. There the locket found all that made Tori sweet and kind and began to twist her mind and personality. The locket made Tori vain, made her arrogant, made her care only for herself. The locket’s deviant power flowed into her mind, into her very soul, and corrupted her into a cruel mistress that he would serve with glee.

The next morning had Victoria awake feeling very well rested, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her. She got out of bed and caught her reflection in the mirror. It was an image she seen many times before, her beautiful body dressed in a small silk nightie, yet it was if she was seeing herself for the first time. Victoria loved how she looked. With her tall frame and trim figure, she was like an amazon princess. An Amazon with long blonde hair, a pert bubble butt, and two round firm breasts the envy of many a girl. Victoria did not know why but she felt especially pleased seeing her reflection this morning.

“Damn I’m a sexy bitch.” she said to herself, before blowing herself a kiss with her pouty lips. Her phone then beeped at her. It was a reminder that she had an interview today at an investment bank.

This momentarily puzzled her, as memories of being a university student studying English literature flashed in her mind, but these memories quickly dissipated, clearly leftovers from a strange dream she had. Of course she had an interview at an investment bank. After graduating from business school recently, Victoria was very keen on getting into the finance world. Finally being able to earn that money and lifestyle she craved.

Victoria wanted to make the right impression at the interview, so after spending an hour getting her make up right, making sure to highlight her steel grey eyes and luscious red lips, she carefully picked her outfit. Over black silk panties and matching E-cup size bra, Victoria put on a white satin blouse and a black leather skirt and jacket. Victoria loved the smell and feel of leather, how it made her feel so sexy and dominant. She also put on a pair of leather, knee high boots, with a five-inch, steel tipped heel. She could already see herself walking into the finance building, her heels making a definite clack on the marble floor. In an outfit like this, they would know that she meant business and would not take no for an answer.

Before leaving for the interview, Victoria made sure to get two more items. First, her ankle length fur coat after seeing how cold it was. Second, her special locket, gifted to her by her great aunt, Victoria had cherished this locket for years, as it always brought her luck. After placing it around her neck, the already confident young woman felt a surge of pride. She could take on the world and make it her bitch.

Naturally she got the job. The interviewers saw how ruthless she was and knew that if they did not hire her now, someone else would. That evening she planned to celebrate at a party organised with old university friends. None of them had been able to find work yet so Victoria looked forward to lording it over all of them.

Victoria entered the club dressed in a stunning red latex halter dress that come down just above her knees. The bouncers took one look at her and immediately let her through. She could sense all eyes turning to her as she strutted across the dance floor. Men looking with lust, women looking with envy, as well as lust. Victoria smiled, when a woman like her enters the room, attention is mandatory.  Victoria’s friends greeted her at the bar, exchanging hugs and kisses as she revealed to them her new job. The subsequent cries of congratulations were pleasant enough, but what really made Victoria happy was the look of jealousy in all of her friend’s eyes.

“Hey look at that?” One of Victoria’s friends cried out. “Becky’s actually at the club.”

Victoria turned around and saw little Becky De Vorney, a girl from an English literature class that Victoria took, actually at the club. Girls like sweet Becky do not usually go to clubs, unlike Victoria. Becky was too soft, too shy, too unremarkable to shine at a place like this. She was dressed in a dowdy outfit that made Victoria wonder how the poor girl had even been let in. Becky was wandering across the club floor, clearly out of her comfort zone. Victoria figured that Becky had seen all of her uni friend’s photos on Instagram of them at the club and actually decided to come along.

“Look at her, she’s like a baby bird out of its nest” Victoria mocked.

Becky caught sight of Victoria and her friends and actually flashed them a smile. Victoria was appalled. This pathetic little girl was acting as if they were friends. The audacity! Victoria would never be friends with someone as lowly as her. Victoria gave the insolent girl a glare with such a disdain that it wiped that smile off her plain face. Becky then looked away and started to leave the club, Victoria having made it clear that she was not wanted.

Making sure that Becky knew her place in the world gave Victoria an intense feeling of satisfaction. Except it was then followed by a feeling of immense confusion. She suddenly was filled with unease and found it hard to focus. Victoria excused herself and headed for the ladies room. Once inside, she looked in the mirror and found herself unable to recognise the woman in front of her. Disparate memories filled her mind, making her thoughts fuzzy and incoherent. Memories of a different woman, a girl really. Someone weak and vulnerable like Becky. That stupid bitch! How dare she come here. This place wasn’t hers. It was Tori’s… Victoria’s.

Victoria leaned on the counter and breathed heavily. She looked at her reflection again and tried to figure out why the woman in front of her felt like a stranger. This was who she was, wasn’t it?”

“No, but it can be.”

Tori looked back at the reflection, recognising it as herself, or at least a version of her that she always wanted to be. Long blond hair, beautiful face, sexy body with large tits in a figure hugging dress. The cold-hearted bitch who everyone wanted to be. The locket had done all of this to her, making her into what she truly desired.

“Look at how powerful you have become. Look at how everyone follows your every word. Is this not what you wanted?”

“It is but…”

“But what? Would you rather go back to being Tori? To being like Becky? To make you what you now are I had to take it from her. Would you prefer she be the Queen Bitch?”

“What! NO, never!”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want… more.”

“Your will be done, Mistress.”

Reality around Victoria began to shimmer, the bathroom lights flickering. Her clothes began to change. It grew down her arms and legs, clinging tightly as it changed from a dress, to a full body latex catsuit. A zip formed down the front, from her ass to her neck, before unzipping down to her breasts. Her heels changed to thigh high rubber platform boots that lifted her higher from the ground with 6-inch heels. Her long wavy hair raised up above her head and bundled into a tight strict bun.

Looking at her reflection now, Victoria had no qualms about her appearance. She was a professional dominatrix who worked as an investment banker during the day. This was who she was, who always was. She licked her lips, revelling in her beauty.

She left the bathroom to find her slave Becky waiting for her, kneeling on the floor of the BDSM club. The pathetic little worm was naked save for a thick collar around her neck. She said nothing as Victoria took the leash attached to the collar and dragged her off the ground. Victoria had gotten Becky branded with a tramp stamp saying property of Mistress. She intended to show it off tonight, make sure everyone at the club knew who Becky belonged to.

“An excellent idea Mistress Victoria.”

Mistress Victoria made no sign of hearing the locket. Why would she? It was just her special locket. It had spent its power making her into a proper cruel mistress. Now it would lay dormant, letting itself fuel its energies from Victoria’s actions as an evil bitch. Till it was full again, and then it would find a new girl to corrupt.

I couldn’t be happier with this— @baronessvanessa has, as she always does, crafted a splendid narrative, and bespoke perversion is delicious.

Appearances notwithstanding, I haven’t actually abandoned this place. It’s just that depression seriously fucks with my creative energies, y'know?

I’d hoped to have something new to post for the new year; now I’m hoping to have something ready by my birthday. #HopeSpringsEternal

If anyone is still reading/following, you’re welcome to Tumblr-message me at my main ID @soulcookie or here at @codexofcorruption.