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Annabeth lay on her bed, running through everything that had happened since yesterday afternoon. It was hot and muggy, leaving her with a thin sheen of sweat. The summer air threatened to worsen in the coming days, but dusk was arriving, bringing in a small amount of cool air.
Of all the changes, her physical transformation had clearly been the most shocking. Her breasts were now at the very least an entire cup bigger, and her hips and thighs in general had gained a much more seductive and classy look. Her body oozed womanly charm, giving her a new power over her boyfriend. Annabeth loved it of course, but she couldn't help but think about the other, more subtle differences.
Once her body's form had finished evolving, she felt a sort of awakening within her; almost as if her thoughts were not her own. Then after her night with Percy, she felt the foreign presence fade, yet something stayed. She thought it was eidolons at first, but Piper forced them to swear never to posses any of the people who were on the Argo II. Her great urge to make love to Piper had vanished, but there was something much different about Annabeth.
She just couldn't put her finger on it.
"Well that was strange," a voice interrupted.
She looked up. "What was?"
"Hazel," Percy replied. "She seemed much more at ease talking about sex and stuff, but something was just a little off about her. Almost as if she didn't care anymore."
Panic swelled inside Annabeth, "Hold on—what do you mean?" Her tone held a theme of urgency and worry.
He creased his brow, interested in her interest in his words. "Why? What's wrong?"
She couldn't let Percy know about anything just yet, so she bluffed. "Oh, nothing. I'm just concerned about her that's all."
"I can tell when you're lying. You know that right?"
"Percy, please just ignore what I said okay? You'll know everything soon enough, I just want to look into some things with my mom."
"Athena? What does she have to do with this?"
Annabeth smiled. "Well she is the wisdom goddess is she not?"
"I guess," he laughed. "But don't think you're off the hook! I'm going to ask as soon as you get back!"
"I wouldn't have it any other way seaweed brain."
Annabeth rose and strode towards her bathroom. "Before I go, let's try something a little unorthodox."
"Orthodox? Like Jewish people?"
"No silly, it means traditional or something that is accepted."
"Oh, right of course. What's up?"
"Here's what's up: you were a very naughty boy this morning. You came before I did, and that's something a man should never do. Ever."
Percy stuttered, "Wh-What?"
"You heard me," Annabeth replied. "Now, get on your knees and wait for me to go to the bathroom."
"Yes ma'am."
She walked into the bathroom holding a small black bag. It didn't take very long for her to come out, and when she did, Percy's mouth practically fell off its hinges.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit," he mouthed.
Annabeth was wearing a full set of black clothing. Her legs were encased in thin-netted pantyhose, while she wore a small laced thong. Her garter belt wrapped around her waist; attached to her underwear at the sides, and her bra was a lacy push-up that prominently showed off her new goods. Her blonde hair was tied in a tight bun at the back of her head, her expression stern. Most shocking of all was the item that gently swayed in her hand.
A whip.
Annabeth's black high heels clicked against the wooden floor as she approached her cowering boyfriend.
"So tell me Percy," she started rather nonchalantly. "Has anyone ever told you that it was courteous to hold the door open for a woman?"
"Uhh…yea."
SWIHP!
The whip whistled through the air leaving a mark on his forearm.
"Clothes off. Now," she commanded. "You will address me as ma'am and you will not hesitate. Am I understood?"
"I think so—"
SWIHP!
"My my! We're off to a bad start aren't we?"
"Sorry ma'am," Percy quietly apologized as he undressed himself.
"As I was saying, it's common courtesy to allow the woman to enter the building first. An easier way of saying that is 'to go first.'"
He dared not reply.
"Were you under some deluded impression that these common courtesies didn't apply when sharing the most intimate moment with a woman?"
"No ma'am."
"Then enlighten me," she continued while circling him. "Why is it, that you have such trouble following even the simplest of rules; rules that even you understand?"
"I don't know ma'am."
Annabeth stopped. "You don't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Percy swallowed hard.
SWIHP!
"Listen to me and listen to me well!" she shouted, her voice ripe with furry. "You will understand what making love means, and you will do it! Am I making myself absolutely clear?"
"Y-Yes ma'am," he cowered.
SWIHP
"What did I say about not hesitating?"
SWIHP
Percy's back was not marked with several new whip marks, and his behind was beet red from her forcefulness.
End of Part 18