“So Heather has to be punished seven times before her psych evaluation?” Asked Sarah, as everyone took their places.
“That’s the idea.” Answered Abby as the punishment began.
—
Heather stood with a towel around her as Anne stepped into the room wearing the same outfit that she wore last time.
“One of the most important thing that is part of Animalia is that we rarely go out in our fur, scales, or birthday suits in general.” She began, taking the ‘lecturing nanny’ attitude.
“What? But whyyyy?” Asked Heather, acting like a spoiled child, for fun.
“It’s to follow the greater rules of society to help improve Animalia’s image.” Answered Anne.
“But don’t you have nudist colonies?” Asked Heather, genuinely curious.
“The only one that would qualify for that is Anka Islet on Mieni Atoll,” Replied Anne, “and even then it’s only a novelty, not a place to live.”
“Alright,” sighed Heather, “let’s get it over with.”
“Gladly.” Answered Anne, entering the “cheerfully evil” mood that had worked so well before.
—
Heather was soon eating her words as most of the clothes she tried on were either deliberately uncomfortable or unflattering on her body.
“Can we be done for today?” Asked Heather, when she finally settled on a comfortable t-shirt and low-rise hotpants.
“I don’t think so.” Answered Anne, crushing her hopes completely, “Miss Vivian recently came up with some new sexy costumes for the upcoming Halloween season, and she would like you to model them for her.”
“Okayyyy...” said Heather, wondering where the sense of impending doom came from.
“So the people working on the photo shoot will be me and my sisters!” Called Anne as two more Animalians came in. They were a cat and a mouse wearing similar maid uniforms and speaking with the same thick French accents that Anne did.
“Wait’ll you see what we have for you.” Both said as they held up two of the costumes they had brought with them.
—
The following photo shoot was seemingly planned to be done as humiliatingly as possible (for Heather at least). The three maids, seemingly ignorant to her suffering, gibbered as they photographed her in one costume after another designed to be as embarrassing as possible. The final costume was that of the old fashioned jailbird costume, with her facial expression showing that she had hit rock bottom, so to speak.
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“Those aren’t my aunts.” Janice felt the need to clarify, “They are part of a kind of ‘maid union’, for lack of a better term for it, that my mom belongs to. They refer to each other as ‘sisters’ because they share a kind of ‘related suffering’, so to speak.”
“So is that group planning on coming to Animalia?” Asked Malice, struggling to contain her mirth at Heather’s suffering.
“If maman has anything to say about it, yes.” Answered Janice.
“This is a little less than it was before, isn’t it?” Asked Roland via Skype, as Heather was forced to change into a degrading (for her) sexy magician outfit.
“Actually, it’s less because of one of the first breakthroughs of Project Dinotopia she helped accomplish.” Answered Sophie. “As it turns out, if the virus doesn’t have a complete set of DNA to work with, such as a degraded sample from fossilized bone, it will take parts of DNA from another, similar sample and use it to fill in the missing ‘gaps’ in what we’re calling the ‘master strand’.”