I’m absolutely terrified. The last several days have been better than I feared. Cary’s been my handler every step of the way. I’ve done my various tests, been registered, all of it. Now, I’m being put into a dress and dolled up for the Omega presentation, and I kind of want to throw up. Cary watches as I’m laced into the corset of the dress. “You have such beautiful natural curves,” the Beta in charge of wardrobe tells me. “We want to use the corset to emphasize them and draw attention to them.”
This is gross. Like she's being auctioned off or something
