Another Mistake

"Did you like the show?" I replied that it was a good show but that she could have done pretty much anything and it would have been worth it. "That's sweet, thanks! I'm pretty thirsty, though. Would you buy me a drink?" I agreed and she signaled a waitress. As she sipped her drink she smiled at me. "I hear tell you are a big shot, and that I should take good care of you. How about we go to the VIP area and I give you a private show. Since you are a special guy, I think we can have some special rules."

I was going to say no, I swear I was, but dear god. I had helped design her after my deepest desires and I still saw elements of Carolyn in tiny ways. And it had been so long since I had done anything like this. I let her lead me past some curtains to a side lounge with a big wrap around couch and large screen TVs showing the woman dancing on the stage. Sinnndi sat me down and got me a fresh drink before standing up and putting on some music. It was a lot more friendly somehow, and she began to move differently- softer, more intimately.

She moved close, violating my personal space, but I was not complaining. I could feel her heat, smell her scents. Her hair sometimes brushed against me as she swayed and moved closer and closer. "The usual rules are no touching. The rules for big spenders are that we can and will touch you but you still cannot touch us. The rules for people like you are there pretty much are no rules." She whispered in my ear as she stroked my cheek, and leaned a heavy, warm breast on my shoulder.

My body shivered as she continued to stroke me so softly but so erotically. "Come on, babe. Touch me back. I love being touched." She was whispering again. When she spoke softly like this, she sounded like Carolyn. I stroked her back with one hand, and her hips with another. "Yessss." She sighed. She was sitting on my lap, rubbing against my cock, pressing her chest against mine. One of her hands was between us massaging my groin. I slipped one of my hands around to cup a full teat and she moaned. Her lips blindly sought out mine and soon I was mindlessly kissing her feeling like a hormone-driven teen on his first make-out date.

As we were making out, someone cleared their throat. "Johnny!" Sinndi exclaimed, getting up to hug and kiss the new arrival.

He reached out his hand to me. "Hello. I'm John Vancetti. I'm pleased to finally meet you and sorry that it has to be under these conditions. Shall we go somewhere more private?" He led us to an office in the back and poured me a stiff drink, along with a wine cooler for Sinndi.

After some introductions and other niceties, Mr. Vancetti sat me down and laid everything out for me. There was a lot to take in, but when he was done, he told me to go home and think about it, then call him when I was ready. He gave me a card and escorted me to my car that he had arranged to have pulled around.

A lot to take in, indeed. He explained something about the processes. They were designed to be used sparingly, as an alternative to cosmetic surgery and such, but at a different level mostly available only to the 1%. They also had more capabilities, such as the mental changes they could do. The system was limited, however.

For example, they made her younger by basically using nanos and chemicals to flush out accumulated toxins and rebuild her cells at microscopic levels. Similar processes basically rebuilt her skin from the inside out. They did not know of a safe way to restore her older appearance.

She was several inches taller now because of forced growth to many long bones, balanced with growth in muscles, nerves, etc. Again, no known safe way to reverse. Similarly, her gorgeous ass and huge tits were created in ways that mimicked natural growth. Surgery was an option but trying to restart the natural processes again in reverse would almost certainly trigger rather nasty cancers and other complications.

She had gone through a forced second puberty to get her body to turn out right, and to get hormone levels and such where they wanted them. Trying to turn it all off would probably mess her up in too many ways to think about.

Perhaps most insidiously, the mental changes were the results of many things. They used hormones and other chemicals to alter, and in some cases, damage parts of her brain to lower her inhibitions, raise her libido, make her bond tightly to one person yet be sexually aggressive rather than a submissive 'kitten'- although she could certainly be that when it suited her (Sinndi literally purred when Johnny said this. I was not aware she was paying attention since she was mostly sitting there and seemed to be rubbing herself quietly.)

The list of mental changes was extensive- some memories were probably totally gone, others distorted. When they tried to break the bond she had to Johnny and restore her memories of me, they seemed to just confuse her on some level and the result was more of an air-headed bimbo than she was before, so they started to call her Sinnndi and got her the job at the club since it bothered Johnny to see her like that. He sheepishly admitted that it was probably not the smartest or most moral way he could have handled it.

So, the problems had been laid out for me to see. He listed some options. The first and most obvious was to take her as she was. With a little tweaking, she would be a great trophy wife- loving, perfectly faithful, always ready for any kind of sex... but not really able to do things like carry on a real conversation, or cook anything too complicated, etc. A little more tweaking... or actually, a little less, and she would be a perfectly happy pet for me.

They could overlay a new personality profile in her. They had a whole catalog of them. The big downside is that it would probably interfere with her real memories even more. However, profiles for a wide range of jobs, relationships, interests, etc. existed and could be 'mixed and matched' to make her like I might want. Johnny even offered to throw in some additional body shaping if I desired, but he did warn that there were a lot of things they just could not safely do at this point. He could help me 'build' a wife, companion, mistress, maid, or more if he so chose.

I could, of course, just wash his hands of her. She was badly broken, through no fault of my own (his words), but Johnny would make sure she was well taken care of for the rest of her life.

Regardless of what he decided, Mr. Vancetti promised him enough to get back to at least where he was before this started, and then a fair settlement on top to help him move on. He shook my hand, suggested I not say anything just yet, and to think about it for at least a week. He would make sure Sinnndi was safe and cared for, and that she would not have sex with any other guys

in the meantime.

"Hey, Lindsay, could you come here for a moment when you can take a break?"

"Sure, just give me a second." I heard sounds of meal prep coming from the kitchen. Tall, busty Lindsay with her long platinum hair came out wearing a big smile, an apron, and some flip flops, and nothing else. She settled in my lap and wrapped an arm around my neck. "What's up, hon?"

"Well, the way you're sitting, you can probably feel one of the things that is 'up'." She laughed at this. I loved her laugh. She had an adorable giggle, but her actual laugh was so infectious and real. "The other is to show you this." I held up an envelope.

She squealed when she opened it and found the tickets to an island resort, all expenses paid. "You are getting so fucked tonight!' She exclaimed. I loved how sexually unrepressed she was. She sometimes embarrassed me with how free she was in expressing herself, but at times like this it just made me love her more. "So does this mean you've heard from the lawyer?"

"Yeah. A couple weeks ago he let me know that everything was free and clear since Carolyn left me. Her name is off everything we can get it off of, the annulment was approved, everything is spic and span."

She ground herself on my slacks. I could feel her excitement through the cloth. "Elopement and honeymoon locked and loaded. Starting the countdown. Now, let's see if we can find a way to seal the deal." She slipped off my lap and squatted between my legs. Her clever fingers undid everything and soon had my pants around my ankles and my cock deep in her talented mouth.

I obviously kept Sinnndi, but decided to take advantage of the personality overlays. She thought of herself as Lindsay now, and had a new background based on some memory reads the group had available. She was a very good cook, enjoyed music and dance, and more. It was actually kind of fun to work with the team on this. I got to select things from a database. Each attribute had codes that suggested other things to consider or things that it did not work well with.

Carolyn had grown up in a small farm town, so we started with a sort of cowgirl base. That did not work real well with her long hair and pale skin, so we tried more of a 'ski bunny' template, albeit one where skiing was more of an excuse to hang out in the lodges. We layered on a gregarious personality that worked well with her enhanced sensuality. Unfortunately, I could not restore her high IQ, but we found several tricks to help- enhanced memory, improved connectivity, etc. That allowed us to add a lot of artistic elements- many of the paintings in the house were hers.

I even felt good enough about how things were going to allow the tech (they called themselves Artist Technicians) to add a few templates without my knowledge so there would be some mysteries to explore. It took a couple weeks to get the basic elements inserted and tested.

They had something called the 'sandbox' where they would inhibit her ability to remember then run her through simulations to see how she would respond. This allowed us to observe and tweak as necessary. The first and most obvious problem was that she was such a sexual creature that she would literally throw herself at anything with a sexual organ. We thought we had that under control but she would still hook up with anyone who basically asked nicely. It was pretty jarring to compare her behaviors in my mind as Carolyn, Cindy, Sinndi, and now Lindsay. (I chose the name Lindsay by looking at a list of popular names from her new birth year and thinking which one worked best for her. She chose her own middle name in a sandbox session- Anne, which was actually her old middle name. I still do not know if she remembered that fact or not.)

The more we worked with Lindsay, the more I fell in love with her as her own person. She was so sweet and polite in public- the kind of woman who played with puppies and tickled strange babies, and helped other people in small ways, and played in the rain or spontaneously danced to music in the mall. When it was just the two of us, she was warmly affectionate- constant touches, hugs, and kisses. It took very little to fan her flames and then she was either a tigress or a kitten, depending on her mood.

She had memories and skills consistent with a variety of jobs- legal secretary, fashion store supervisor, teacher's aide, and so on but in her mind, her real 'career' was homemaker who had a couple part time jobs on the side. One of the sad notes of all this was that she could not have kids- they had messed that up when they tinkered with her insides so she would not have menses anymore. It took some real delicate touches to keep her from getting melancholy over this.

As all this was going on, Mr. Vancetti's people helped in dozens of other ways. they set it up so it would appear that Carolyn had moved overseas, and helped me move to another state and sever most of my ties, even changing my name. My new bank account and credit history was good, more than good, in fact. Work was a lot of fun now that I had the resources to quit any time I wanted.

In Lindsay's mind, we met when I was taking a solo vacation in her hometown of Vail to take a break from what had been going on in my life- wife running away and ruining things for me. We'd hit it off enough that she followed me home, partly to be with me, partly to follow a new job offer that 'somehow, coincidentally' happened at the same time. We dated for a while, which was fun since she really loved unconventional dates like ice skating at midnight in a park or breakfast picnics in a canoe.

She moved in a while ago, and it was like she belonged here. She had taken to waking me with warm hugs and kisses, or a tender blow job, or riding me awake, or going for a tickle attack. We often showered together before I headed off to work and she got things around the house taken care of. Her job was part time, giving her plenty of time to get stuff done, work a shift, and get home before me. She enjoyed wearing sexy or teasing things around the house. Some of her favorite stuff was lacy, racy lingerie, but some of my favorites were soft-to-the-touch plain old pastel undies. I really liked it when she wore things like her powder blue French-cut panties under a coordinating short and slightly too-snug tank top with no bra. of course, she often chose to go nude or nearly so, like today.

Thankfully our home was a cabin on some nice land with great views and no neighbors in eyesight in most directions (and the windows where there are neighbors are frosted- too bad for them!) I'm not really sure it would bother her a whole lot of they DID see her, but I'd much rather they just fantasize about her. I'm pretty sure they've heard us. Just a couple days ago, we were pretty noisy as we fucked on the front porch hidden only by the waist-high wall and our angles.

When she was finished with the blow job, she nearly skipped back to the kitchen to finish supper. "So, shall we elope here or on the island?"

"Is there anyone you'd like to invite to a ceremony if we did it here?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Well, some of the girls at work have offered to throw me a bridal shower and it would be nice to have them at some sort of reception." Lindsay was such a warm person that she made more friends since we moved here than Carolyn and I had in the time we lived in our old neighborhood.

"Tell you what. Let's plan a simple ceremony at the courthouse, then throw a party here a couple days before we hit the beaches. We'll invite everyone over and have Jessie cater it." Jessie was a neighbor that managed a nice restaurant and catered on the side.

The bridal shower, short civil ceremony, and reception went well. It was great to see Lindsay so happy, and it felt great to feel like all the nastiness was far behind us. We were napping on the warm sands, having enjoyed a day of paragliding, snorkeling, drinking, beach sex, and just plain relaxing. "Hi. Fancy meeting you here!" I looked up and saw Johnny Vancetti in shorts and sandals. My blood ran cold for a moment. "Is this your beautiful bride?"

I quickly introduced him to Lindsay, who honestly did not seem to recognize him. "What are you doing here, sir?" I asked, shaking his hand to cover my own shakiness.

"Just dropping off a wedding gift." He handed me a nicely wrapped box and walked away.

"Who was that, hon?" Lindsay asked.

"Just someone I met from before." 'Before' was sort of a code word for the bad times she thought I had gone through before meeting her. I tossed the package in our beach bag, gave her a kiss, and laid back down.

Later, at the hotel, I opened the package while she was showering. It was full of files- paper and on thumb drives. A note explained that this was all the records, photos, and so on of our shared experience. He was satisfied that I had kept my part of the bargain and this was his way of showing his own good faith. I told Lindsay through the door that I'd be right back. I ran the stuff to the hotel office and had them shred everything that would fit in the machine, and smashed the drive to toss in different trash cans on my way back up. I also slipped into the gift shop to get a bracelet Lindsay had looked at earlier.

Back in the room she asked me where I had been. I told her I had to hit the gift shop and gave her the bracelet, fibbing that the package had been a gift card that I decided to spend on her. She thanked me and pushed me onto the bed, promising to give me a gift of my own. I'd made the mistake of telling her 'no' before when she really wanted sex and she pouted for hours. I was not about to make another mistake.