FLR lover

(For @zoey-starz)

After the Gynarchy Empire was fully established on the British Isles, the Baroness sent out diplomatic envoys across the world in order to ensure that foreign governments would see that the Gynarchy was not a threat. Miss Zoey Broad, one of the Baroness’s most loyal advisors and rumoured protégé, travelled to Norway in order to alley fears of Gynarchy influence. Her tour of Norway was treated with much attention by the Norwegian media, anxious to understand the new Empire from one of its highest members. Zoey had a summit with the Norwegian Prime Minister, gave a speech at the Norwegian parliament in Oslo, and had a meeting with the Norwegian royal family. She also made appearance in many political and late night talk shows. With her charm and grace, as well as her sexy latex and leather clothes, she quickly won over the Norwegian public and laid to rest any concern about the Gynarchy’s future in regards to Sweden.

There was one issue with Zoey’s tour of Norway. Under order from the Baroness, Zoey was to establish a Gynarchy cultural centre in Oslo. However, she was unable to get the legal permits to thanks to obstruction by the city council, particular the Mayor of Oslo, Gunnar Allum. The Mayor was both a popular and powerful political figure in Norway, and Zoey was finding trouble getting the permits without his approval. The Mayor vehemently opposed the idea of a Gynarchy cultural centre in Oslo. He felt that it was a threat of Norwegian sovereignty, a way for the empire to spread its culture and co-opt Norwegians into the deviant philosophy of an enemy state, a silent invasion through way of soft power. He believed it was the first step to Gynarchy insurrection and the end of the Norwegian state.

The Mayor was of course completely right. The Baroness’s plan was that these culture centres would spread the Gynarchy influence by slowly brainwashing Norwegian citizens into believing Gynarchial truths, such as the superiority of women, and the pleasures of latex. It was a key part of Miss Zoey’s mission to Norway and she would not return to the Gynarchy unless her mission was complete. That meant that Zoey would have to meet with the Mayor.

Miss Zoey went up to town hall in her least provocative outfit, a pinstriped wool black skirt suit. She hated wearing it, the dull fabric always irritated her skin. She was glad to at least be able to wear a pair of nice leather gloves, because otherwise nothing else that touched her skin would of been latex or leather. It was worth it though she thought, to at least make the Mayor ease up on her. She was let into the Mayor’s office by his personal secretary, a lovely young woman who looked fresh out of high school. She found the Mayor sitting at his desk, looking at some reports.

“Hello Ms Broad. What can I do for you today?” He said, not looking up at her. Zoey immediately recognised the game the Mayor was playing. He was trying to act as disinterested in her as he could, make her work for his attention. Zoey decided to act disinterested as well and sat down on the couch off to the side of the office, as if she was a guest and not some lowly supplicant.

“I am here about the permits, Mr Allum. For the construction of the Gynarchy cultural centre. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And why should I give them to you?” The Mayor tersely replied.

“I am sure you received my proposal, so I will not bother explaining to you why it is in your best interest to approve my permit. All that matters is that the Gynarchy wants this, the Baroness wants this, and I want this. Do you understand?”

“I believe I do Ms Broad,” He said, now looking up directly at Zoey, “which is why despite all of your pleas, all of the calls from ministers and diplomats, all of your whole charm offensive bullcrap, it will all do nothing to convince me to allow your perverted den of sin into my city. So as far as I am concerned, you and your latex freaks can head off back to your Sodom, before you infect the good people of Oslo with your deviancy.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way Mr Allum.” Zoey replied, then opening her briefcase. “I guess I can’t change your mind, but this might.” She pulled out a device, a pink glowing orb, and lobbed onto the Mayor’s desk. He jumped back in horror as the orb shook dramatically on the desk.

“What are you doing?” He shouted.

“What needs to be done.” Zoey answered.

The orb then exploded in a large flume of pink smoke that covered the Mayor. The smoke then dissipated, revealing the Mayor completely unchanged. He and Zoey looked at each other with a blank expression on their faces.

The Mayor’s secretary suddenly burst through the door with a panicked look on her face. “Mr Allum! Is everything all right?”

The Mayor let out a hearty chuckle. “Yes Elsa, Ms Broad was just leaving. Please organise a cab for her.”

When the secretary then left the office, the Mayor picked up the orb and threw it back at Zoey. “Did you really think a third-rate magic trick was going to intimidate me? Get out of my office and go back to your island full of feminist perverted cunts.”

Zoey deftly grabbed the orb and put in back in the briefcase. She then promptly made her exit from the Mayor’s office, trying to avoid his sneering smile.

That night in her hotel suite, Zoey had a call with top Gynarchy scientists where she angrily demanded to know why the orb did not work. The Mayor was completely unaffected by the nanomachines spread by the gas and did not change his gender at all. The scientists explained to her that the Mayor must have had the rare immunity that made him immune to any Gynarchy conversion technology. Zoey tersely ended the call before collapsing on the hotel bed. How could she have been embarrassed like that? The smug way that the Mayor had looked at her made her feel so angry. It had been years since she had felt so weak, not since her first transformation into Zoey. She needed to think of a way to bend the Mayor to her will, a way without being able to transform or mentally control him.

A couple of weeks later, right before she was set to leave Norway, Zoey organised a dinner with the Mayor. Attending the dinner was also several Oslo city councillors, and members of the Mayor’s staff, as well as the Mayor’s 18-year-old son. Aside from the Mayor’s secretary, Zoey was the only woman attending. The Mayor took it as a sign of contrition on Zoey’s side and saw the dinner as a chance to further put that Gynarchy bitch in her place. He knew he would be safe, it was at city hall, and Zoey was the only one he did not personally know. She was coming to him to beg for forgiveness.

At the dinner Zoey, wearing a tasteful simple black latex gown, chatted amicably with the Mayor and the city councillors. She made sure to act courteous and demure to them, because after all, she was a guest in their city. The Mayor look in happily. He felt that tonight was a celebration of him maintaining both his power, and the security of his city.

Mid-way through the dinner, Zoey got out of her seat to offer a toast.

“To Gunnar Allum, the Mayor of the great city of Oslo.”

“To Gunnar!” Came cries from the rest of the table.

“He has proved a fine host.” She said, then after taking a sip of her wine. “And a worthy adversary.”

This led to a louder chorus of cheers.

“I almost wish I could stay here in your beautiful country of Norway, even though your winter would be too cold for me and my latex. Sadly, I must leave you all and return to my home in the Gynarchy. Do not worry though, despite your Mayor’s best efforts I was able to leave a bit of the Gynarchy here.”

The Mayor raised his eyes at this.

“When I first met with the Mayor, I tried to deal with him as my glorious Baroness would. You see, the Baroness is a leader, much like your noble King and Queen. She is able to easily deal with matters of diplomacy just by being her magnificent self. I sadly do not have that magnetism yet. I am not a ruler. What I am is politician, and I know what is required to be a politician.”

Zoey then tapped left side of her wine glass. Suddenly, steel clamps appeared on the Mayor’s chair and clamped over his arms, legs and neck, trapping him.

“What the devil is this!” He shouted.

“My devious political plan, obviously.”

“Get me out of here you bitch.” The Mayor roared, he then signalled for the other men in the office to rush at Zoey, but none of them did. Instead they calmly continued to eat their meals if nothing was amiss.

“What… why aren’t they helping me? Can’t they see this?” “Oh, they can Gunner, they just do not care.” Zoey explained. “When I left your office after failing to transform you, I realised that I needed to rethink my strategy. I was thinking like the Baroness, taking whatever was in my way. Your immunity proved that I could not be like her. I had to be like me, a politician, and a politician needs friends.” Zoey then spoke to the rest of the table. “Gentlemen, I think it is time Gunner understands the new order in the Mayor’s office. Alfred, come up here if you wouldn’t mind.”

Alfred Kolstag was the Mayor’s chief of staff, and a close friend of over 10 years. The Mayor watched him casually walk over to Zoey as if nothing was unusual.

“Alfred, what are you doing? Get me out of here. As my chief of staff, I order you to help me.”

“Sorry Gunner, that’s not who I am anymore.” Alfred told him.

“Yes, why don’t you show the Mayor who you truly are now.” Zoey proposed. Alfred reach for the back of his neck and seemed to pull down a zip. To the Mayor’s shock, Alfred’s skin took on a rubberier shape and appeared to slack off his body. Alfred removed his skin to reveal that underneath the body of an overweight balding man in his late thirties, was a slim beautiful young naked woman with curly blonde hair.

“Gunner, meet Ada, your new chief of staff.”

“Pleasure to meet you lord Mayor.” Ada said, giving him a mock bow. “I look forward to working closely with you.” She then gave him a little wink. “I’m so glad to finally be out of that bodysuit, it was getting stuffy in there.”

The Mayor was speechless with horror. Here was this beautiful naked woman, with large firm breasts and long toned legs, standing in the skin of his Chief of Staff.

“Why don’t you get dressed Ada. The Mayor has a lot of new people to meet.” Zoey said. Ada then quickly went behind closed doors and came back out wearing a black latex catsuit.

She then motioned for another man to come up. This time it was Ruben Ulvestad, a city councillor and occasional political rival of the Mayor. He walked up in front of the Mayor and just like Alfred, removed his bodysuit to reveal a beautiful woman underneath, she with curly red hair and the name Hilde.

“I suppose I should explain.” Zoey said to an increasingly terrified Mayor. “When talks with you failed, I decided to meet with people around you and convince them to join my side. Of course, joining my side means that I have literally converted them to my side but don’t worry, they all have bodysuits of their old selves, so that when out in public, no one will know that they are now loyal Gynarchy women.”

The night then followed with Zoey calling up each man from the table and having them removing their bodysuit to reveal the beautiful woman they now were. They would then go and get dressed in a latex or leather outfit. Soon the entire dinner table was mostly filled with incredibly sexy Scandinavian women dressed in their tight shiny best.

The last man in the room besides the Mayor, his 18 year old son, walked up besides Zoey.

“Oh no! Not you too son?” He pleaded.

“Sorry Dad. Zoey offered me a really good deal. You always told me to make the smart political choice.”

The Mayor’s son then removed his bodysuit, revealing underneath a stunningly gorgeous mature woman in her late forties.

“Mmmhm it feels so lovely to be free.” She moaned. “I know this is hard for you to understand father, but this body is so much better for me. I am a mature lady now, much better than that youthful runt. We just won’t be telling mother.”

The Mayor was so struck by a mixture of terror, sorrow and revulsion that he struggled to find the words. His son had been taken from him. Now this lady, whom Zoey explained was named Solveig, was in his place, teasing him as she got dressed in a latex catsuit with the symbol of the Gynarchy on her arm. He was finally found himself able to say something and he was about to call Zoey a series of hurtful slurs when he found a gag being pushed firmly into his mouth. He saw his secretary Elsa, currently wearing a leather dominatrix outfit, pulling the gag tightly around his mouth, telling him that he should be quiet so that the rest of the table could celebrate the declaration of the Gynarchy cultural centre.

A couple of days later, the Norwegian news reported that the Mayor had allowed the permits for the construction of a Gynarchy cultural centre in Oslo. He gave an address to the media that this was to be a sign of greater relations between Norway and the Gynarchy empire, and he was pleased to open his country to the new empire. Standing with him with his fellow city council members, his loyal staff, and his son, all looking at him with support.

Back to your chores now, boy!

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