Vox, My Electric Boss

Chapter 8, Changes

The next day, I received a text message from Vox. I don't remember giving him my personal cell phone number, which was odd. I glanced at the text.

Vox: Good morning, my little bunny. Be sure to send me a picture of your outfit today.

I stared at the text, not thinking he was actually serious about the outfit thing. I ignored his message, leaving Vox on open and putting on my usual outfit.

A few minutes had gone by, not even five, and my phone rang. It was Vox.

"Bunny, you'd better be getting ready to take a photo for me." Vox said firmly, not even saying hello first. I rolled my eyes, turning on the camera and showing myself in the mirror.

"There, is that good?" I asked him, a bit annoyed by the need for his approval. Extending my arm out on selfie mode, the camera portrayed my appearance and today's outfit.

He hummed in response, although judgmental. "No, not that one. Go put on the pink one I like."

"Alright." I turned off the camera and put the phone down, changing into the one he suggested for me. When trying to fit the skirt into my tail, I stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Hey, are you alright?" Vox asked. Before I could even answer, he spoke "Turn on your camera."

I quickly put on a different skirt and turned the camera on as instructed, my fur messed up from falling over. The pink blouse was paired with the first skirt I could find, which was navy blue. But I had needed to put on something since he's so impatient.

"That doesn't match." He said bluntly.

No fucking shit-

"Yeah, I know it doesn't. Just give me a couple minutes." I put the phone down again and went to change, hearing him lecture me about disobedience. It's too early for this. Something about obeying his commands at all times and being a good rabbit. 

With a yawn, I turn the camera back on to reveal a blue shirt and the pencil skirt to match.

"What was wrong with the pink one I asked for?" Vox asked.

"It doesn't fit." I replied curtly, taking him with me into the bathroom as I brushed my fur.

Vox hummed in response. "Well that simply won't do, we're going clothes shopping soon."

With a skeptical expression, I asked him when this would happen. I didn't have any days off, and I don't want to spend the weekend with my boss.

"How about tomorrow?" He asked.

Tomorrow was Saturday. Hesitantly, I tried to answer "I don't know-" before he cut me off.

"Nope, we're going shopping tomorrow and that's final. Hurry up and get ready, I'll send a cab for you to get to work."

I was about to question him before he hung up, leaving me baffled.

Did he say cab? But I always walked to work with Felix...

Not thinking he was serious about an actual cab, I took my time grooming and adjusting the accessories to match today's work attire. I heard knocking at the door, answering it and seeing Felix. I was relieved to see him and thankful Vox wasn't actually going to-

"Hey, (Y/n)...what's with that giant car over there?" He asked, pointing towards a black limousine with my name on the window.

"Uhh..."

There was a limousine waiting right out front of our apartment complex, a scrawny gray and blue guy with glasses at the door waiting for me. I've seen him before, he's close to the boss.