i keep thinking about the hair and nail and eye color thing fhdjdjksk i THINK i may have cooked with that one
like imagine being a feral who was just rescued and given to your new mistress. you're probably going to look BAD given the terrible rations and constant stress and lack of natural light and everything else. she forcibly dresses you in your first companion dress which has all the buckles and straps securing it to your body so you can't even begin to take it off using your silly human hands. it is very clear that the color scheme of the dress is meant to resemble that of her vines and leaves. the collar around your neck and the cuffs around your wrists and ankles are all the same way.
but she is not content with simply forcing you to wear the most humiliating outfits you have ever seen in your entire life. during your first bathtime where you're not actively trying to fight her, she starts talking how horrible it is for a precious lovely creature like you to have such brittle and thin and unhealthy hair and then begins remedying it without your permission or approval. you're dosed on god-knows-what so you spend most of the time moaning and drooling all over yourself, but you can tell that she did... something... to your hair.
the next morning, you go over to the mirror in the bathroom at the first opportunity you get and recoil in shock and a little bit of horror. the colors of your hair perfectly match your dress. you reach up to feel your hair and it is so lush and thick and soft and heavy that you can hardly believe it, but any appreciation for that is cancelled out by the humiliation of having your own body used as a canvas against your will.
she takes you out for a walk and you can tell that everybody is looking at your hair. as pretty as it is, it also is clearly not natural. you're just a pretty little pet for your mistress to alter and display however she pleases. after you're tucked out and a bit bored, your owner takes you over to a nail salon near the floret park and tells the other affini there exactly what she wants done to you without consulting you for input, even going out of her way to speak in her songlike xeno tongue so you can't understand what is being said.
vines weave around your hands and feet while the plant gets to work, although just like with your hair it seems you've been drugged, preventing you from focusing on anything other than rolling your eyes back into your skull. you never knew a mani-pedi could possibly feel so good. once you're done being tended to and the drugs mostly clear out of your system, your owner gently guides back up and tells you it's time to go home.
during the walk back home you check your fingernails and, to your dismay, see the exact same pattern that's on your dress and your hair. you slow down a bit to check your toenails- she dressed you in sandals- and your suspicions are confirmed there as well. a little pathetic whine leaves your mouth, the same noise you've started making most of the time when she subjects you to these small humiliations.
you know it'll only encourage her.
in an attempt to crack wise you ask her if she's going to change your skin color next. she responds with the kind of silence that indicates you've inadvertently given her another idea.
once you're home, she sits you down to tell you something important. your little eyes were damaged by all the ionizing radiation out in space and, although that won't be a problem once you get your implant, she can't stand her little one seeing the world, seeing its owner, through those cataracts in the meantime. she assures you that the procedure will be quick, painless and completely safe, and it's hard not to trust that considering the ease with which she has taken control over your body and mind.
the day arrives and owner takes you to the veterinarian. you're put under and wake up in a room with a few other pets who seem to be every bit as sleepy as you feel. most of them are either napping or completely out like a light, but those that are awake get one look at you and seem to fixate on... your eyes.
did something go wrong? you don't feel any pain, and in fact you can see sharper than you ever remember being able to. the cataracts that your owner mentioned are gone and your vision is better than before you had them. now that you think about it, this all seems to be a teensy bit much for dealing with some minor cataracts. you begin to think about what else she might have had done to you. waving your arm and asking for help draws the attention of one of the assistants. they bring in a small mirror upon request and you can hardly believe the sight reflected back at you.
your iris is the same color as your hair, as your nails, as your dress, as your owner. the colors seem to swim and dance, just like the eyes of an affini, the type that you quickly learned not to look too deeply into. your own reflection mesmerizes you for a moment. what in the world? your body is otherwise unchanged, but your eyes are... gorgeous. you deliberately make eye contact with the human assistant and even they get reeled in until a thin trickle of drool runs out of their mouth.
your owner just wants you to be beautiful like her.
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