Wendy's phone rang. Chuck again. "How's he doing?"
Wendy sighed. "He's not doing well, Chuck. I tried to get him interested in doing the documentary, but I don't think he wants anything to do with it. He's not freaking out as badly whenever he hears the dog across the street bark, so I guess that's something. This whole thing was such a mistake."
"If we had had any idea how powerful the stuff we were messing with was. . ."
"Yeah, but we didn't--he didn't--and here we are, with a recovering rabbit-girl and no documentary footage worth using."
"But people need to know about this. Look how many people buy that crap from Sister Irene and her followers about how wonderful it is to change form."
"Yeah, I know people need to know. But right now I'm more concerned about getting Terry back."
"OK. Let me know if there's anything I can do. Even though it was just a day, I have been through the same thing."
"OK, Chuck, I'll let you know. Thanks for calling."
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Brian was torn. He wanted the does to have their brains fixed to take the submissive instincts out. Then they could decide whether to go back to being human males or stay does and raise their fawns, but at any rate it would be their choice. But he knew that if he suggested that the does undergo the process, Cheryl and Pamela would instantly agree because it was his suggestion. They couldn't make the choice to undergo the process freely until they had undergone the process. The only way to free them of submission to male authority was to exploit that submission.
Well, Brian thought, it was what it was. Goddess forgive me. "Cheryl, there's something they can do to fix what was done to your brain. It would make you more independent and less dependent on me. I think it would help you to be a better mother."
"Do you think I should do it?"
"Yes, Cheryl, I think you should do it."
"Well, OK, then, if you think its what I should do."
Brian rolled his eyes in exasperation. Hopefully he wouldn't have to be dealing with this too much longer.
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"You doing OK, Lawrence?"
It came close to breaking Irene's heart to talk on the phone to Lawrence in jail. They still wouldn't let her see him and bail had been set at an impossible figure.
"Yes, Irene. They're feeding me OK, once I convinced them of what we eat. It's OK. I just miss you, but I know we'll be together again. And I miss, I miss, flying." Irene heard his voice break and imagines the pain of a pegasus-morph locked away from the sky.
Tears were running down Irene's cheeks. "I'm going to get you out of there, Lawrence. I have a plan."