Captain, that person-!

unconditioned

[it/she]

Catgirl flort who is always napping or so distracted that she always makes a lil *prrrrurp* noise of suprise when you yoink her.

what was your plan anyway? wedge the lock on your room’s door so you could sneak out at night? what after that? somehow get the exterior doors open without setting off any alarms? make it past the armed guards? outrun the hunting dogs once we realized you were gone? climb over the 15 foot barbed wire fence barefoot, with your wrists and ankles shackled? somehow unlock your collar so we couldn’t track you with it? you never would have gotten away from us, but it’s cute that you tried, at least

if you’re still resisting your training, obviously we’ll have to work harder! we’ll get you to love yourself yet. what are you?

say it louder.

that’s right! you are a wonderful, beautiful woman! good girl! now introduce yourself to me.

no, you don’t use they/them pronouns. you don’t need to degender yourself for the comfort of cis people. you know that if you keep telling people you don’t care if they she/her you that you’ll start getting shocked again, and you don’t really like that, do you?

now. what are your pronouns?

The apothecary was a pretty woman, and many said she was crafty. You were told that, for the right price, she could fix up just about anything. And after getting your heart broken too many times, you finally caved and ordered a love potion.

While you sipped your tea, the apothecary started closing up shop for the day and chatting. "I'll never ask a client why they need something like this, but you're a real cutie. And I enjoyed our chat when you placed the order. This feels... wasted on you."

She topped your tea off from the teapot and started wiping down her counter. As she worked you couldn't help but admire her beauty. "Want to hear a trade secret? These things" she gestured at the shelves behind the counter, "most of them barely work. Sure, my treatmentsfor illnesses are legitimate. But potions that affect confidence? All a placebo effect." "Her voice was so soft, a little entrancing." A potion to make you more attentive at work or school? Just a tad of herbal caffeine."

She moved closer, her earthy scent warming you from within. With the setting sunlight coming through her window she was stunning, and you found you were listening to her words with rapt attention. Everything else was fuzzy by comparison. "Even a love potion", she continued, "is meant to be administered on a date. Sure, you could slip it to someone unwilling, and it might work once. But do you think happens when it wears off? No, something like that would never work long-term."

She went to pour more tea for you, your cup completely empty. When had you finished it? "What I would do", she mused, "if I wanted to ensnare a pretty thing like you, would be something more subtle. A tincture, with a nondescript flavor, that could be added to an everyday drink like coffee. I'd grow my own herbs, to make sure my supply was never low. And every few days when the hypnotic effect wore off, I would simply re-administer it! Soon, that person would be so conditioned... escape would be impossible."

A cathartic cotyledon collage for disability pride month (just in the nick of time >_>)

Higher resolution version in case tumblr eats my pixels