I was dosed by a stranger at a club one night with a X-Change Custom Compliant pill in my drink. Thankfully a coworker was there and saw me staring, dumbfounded at the new tits under my jacket and my missing arms (and my drink that had fallen to the floor.) He calmly and gently suggested that we needed to leave for my safety and I followed him without question.
He took me straight to an Emergency Room where they used their X-Change scanner to confirm that it was a Plus and Compliant Custom pill. I'd be stuck an armless woman for the rest of my life. I broke down into tears. My coworker gently spoke to me: "Please - don't cry. I'll help you." Instantly, my eyes dried and it was his turn to freeze in shock. The attendant pulled him to the other side of the room to lecture him, saying he needed to be very careful never to give me commands.
Since that night, he's been a saint. I've actually learned I need to ask him to give me orders. But my path to self-improvement is much shorter now than anyone else's: One night several years into his guardianship of me, I asked him to command me to be his perfect wife. A week later, I asked him to tell me to be a wonderful mother.
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