Caged - A pet-girl's story

Taking Control

After taking a long surprised look at Alex's wardrobe, Gipsy pointed at a pair of green hardcore pants and a black tank top, not daring to touch them. A side smile appeared in Alex's face as she handed her new friend the clothes. "Good to see we're both on the same page when it comes to fashion," she said amused.

Gipsy looked at her seriously for a moment, trying to decide if that was a joke. "Can I speak?" She asked in a hard way that made her look completely different from the delicate abandoned princess Alex had seen in her before. "Sure," she said with a smile. "And from now on, you don't need to ask for my permission to talk... or do anything you want." Gipsy nodded, still serious.

She was like a scared cat, observing everything carefully and ready to attack when threatened, but there seemed to be no threat to her safety there and was sure she could easily overpower the other girl with enough adrenaline in her body. She had done it with bigger men before.

"I don't want to dress like a weak woman," Gipsy spoke in a calm voice, her eyes fixed on Alex's, studying her. "You're not a weak woman." "There's no need to be courteous," she said firmly. "I know I have the body of a child and the face of a doll," she replied dryly, with a furrow that indicated just how much she would have preferred to have a tougher constitution and appearance. She had been told that kind of stuff before.

"I didn't mean it that way," Alex said not impressed nor scared by her attitude. She completley understood how dangerous would have been for someone like Gipsy to look frail. After all, nobody would come to her rescue if someone did something bad to her and Alex guessed that must have taught the girl to be extra careful. "But you've endured the harsh treatment of The Company and lived to be here today... and, in my opinion, that makes you a strong woman, no matter what you look like," Alex explained with a smile.

Gipsy seemed surprise to hear her say that, and shivered unintentionally at the mention of The Company. For a long while, she just stared at her owner curiously, trying to understand why she was so different from everything she had been told an owner would be. "Both my parents are against keeping people as pets," Alex explained as if she knew what the girl was thinking.

A side smile curved Gipsy's perfect lips, making her face look somewhat scary. "And they let you keep a pet in your own little apartment?" She asked moving her hand to signal the entire room around them. "Well, that explains why the world is so f*cked up," Gipsy ironized in a way that made the hair in the back of Alex's neck stand up.

The clashing between Gipsy's looks and attitude was what had caused Alex to shiver slightly and her hair to stand up. It was like a nightmare where beautiful porcelain dolls would turn into murderous toys and run around threatening people's lives. "You're just exaggerating, the girl's just scared and wants to act tough," Alex told herself in an attempt to recover her cool and stop thinking nonsense.

However, she had to admit that it was scary to see someone like her act like that. Gipsy looked like a delicate little doll, a blond princess, but now that she had stopped feeling vulnerable, her attitude had changed. That made complete sense, but it was still weird to watch. Her face curved with irony and contempt too often and her voice sounded like that of a hardcore woman, a survivor who didn't trust anyone. She liked the attitude and she also liked the looks, but the combination made her nervous.

"If your parents are against human pets, then why am I here?" Gipsy asked after a while, when she had finished examining the room. "Well..." Alex didn't know how to say it. "I sort of asked my aunt..." "Oh, so you're the as*hole, then," Gipsy accused, suddenly becoming hostile again. resentment.

"No, I..." Gipsy was looking at her intently, with a fierce repression on her face and Alex suddenly felt as if her life depended on her next few words. "I don't have any friends at school, because all they talk about is how they torture their pets, so I felt real lonely and thought that this way I'd get someone to talk to and at the same time... you know... would avoid someone like you falling in the hands of people like them," Alex said nervously, talking really fast. "I figured that, among all families, you or whoever my aunt bought for me would be safest with mine, because my parents would never let me keep someone caged and do all that sick stuff even if I wanted to... which I don't."

The first part of her answer greatly surprised Gipsy, but Alex was too happy to see she didn't get attacked as to care. The girl just looked perplex and, for a long moment, was unable to talk or think. She just stood there trying to absorb the words... "never let me keep someone caged," she repeated in her mind.

Alex noticed that the vulnerable look had reappeared on Gipsy's face and for a minute she looked like a human-sized doll again. That was reassuring, it made her feel certain that all that strong woman acting was just that, an act, a way to protect herself by looking menacing. The relief Alex felt as she realized that the girl probably had no intention to attack her was immense. Every now and then you could read stories about people being attacked and murdered by their pets because of a single act of carelessness like letting said pet off their leashes.

Alex nodded when she saw Gipsy wasn't answering. "That's right. You're free to come and go as you please," she said with a smile. "I won't chain you to the wall or anything... and you don't need to wear a collar either."

"Can I cut my hair?" She asked slowly, still in shock. She had never been free in her entire life, not even a little free, as she was apparently going to be there. "Yes. Well... I guess I can do if for you. It's never a good idea to do your own hair. I've tried it once and... anyway..." Alex stopped talking as she felt rather stupid saying the first thing that had come to her mind. "I want you to cut my hair, then," she informed. "Sure but, uh... are you sure? I mean, your hear is super pretty..." Gipsy's expression hardened for a moment and she stared at Alex, making her stop talking.

"So, can you cut my hair or not?" Alex nodded. "I'll go get the scissors," she informed. As she walked to her desk, Alex thought that it was really ironic to ask for a pet-girl as a present and end up being ordered around by her. However, she was sure it was just a phase, a way of getting used to the fact that she actually had a say about her life now. Besides, Alex didn't mind obeying for a while until Gipsy finally understood her situation and felt safe enough as to relax a little bit. She was still happy to have someone to talk to. Someone who could think by herself instead of just repeating what the Tv or fashion magazines said.