Inspired in part by "Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions"

I grew up in the first dimension, in the flatlands under the reign of Queen
poka. Like here, in flatland, we have two sexes,  circles, or woman, and
squares, men. 

From our perspective, the woman are awesome, when they rotate, their 
length never changes. The are as constant as the horizon. They drive some 
of us squares crazy with desire with their sensous lines. We cannot really 
see their lovely round shapes in the first dimension, but in our minds eye, 
they are very, very, sexy. 

From the time i was just little square, i would carry girls geometry books.
I just couldn't see how any circle could ever be attracted to an ugly square. 
There was one particular circle that completely captivated me. i was just 
like her little octagon, what we call puppies. 
I followed her everywhere, doing everything she commanded. By the time 
I entered my 12th year of age, I had been her little octagon for 2 full years.
All the other circles knew I was her octagon and often teased me but i was 
happy - for a time.
The problem is circles and octagons cannot have a relationship no more than a 
Woman would be have a relationship with a puppy.  And so the day inevitably
came  when my circle took a lover. As I stood there beside them, my outer
perimeter shaking nervously, the love of my life, my darling circle, motioned 
me to kneel.  She made me kneel like the insignificant octagon I had become.

There were only two choices, run or submit. I had such a crush, i could never
run.  All I could do was kneel.  Kneel like the insignificant ocatagon I was. 
I wanted to cry. All I could do was kneel. if this is what my darling circle
wanted me to be, then i would swallow my pride and become the best 
octagon i could be. 

I acted tough and did lots of squarely things to counter my octagon feelings 
inside but most of the circles in our area knew I was just a submissive octagon.
After we parted, it seemed like every circle I dated wanted to treat me as an 
octagon. I often wondered if there was some heavenly force guiding my vector.

Instead of fighting it, i embraced it. I became a very small and submissive
square. i made sure to always open doors for circles and let them step ahead 
of me in the grocery lines. I made an effort to be exceptionally polite and 
go out of my way to make every circle feel special. 
It should not have come as a surprise that the relationships I would develop
with other circles would also be mostly be C/o (Circle/octagaon). At the
time, because it just felt naturally, I didn't see my own submission, but
obviously the circles could tell. 

In my later years I joined the Queen's army and become a spy for Queen Poka. 
Queen Poka had learned through underground source of a new weapon of mass 
submission called curves.  It was believed no square, in any dimension, could 
resist them. Queen Poka spies reported the Scarlet Queen had some of the most 
effective curves. Queen Poka  therefore decided to kidnap the Scarlet Queen 
and steal her curves.  In order to do this, she would need to send  an agent
to the third dimenions to do some further  reconnaisance. 

After weeks of research our scientist developed a way to transport  me to the 
third dimension using a 3d printer.  The plan was for me to infiltrate the 
Scarlet Queen's realm and hide out in vanilla  space and observe until the 
time was right. 

Upon arriving in the third dimension I  immediately located the Scarlet Queen 
but I was unable to remain hidden. Three dimensional women are even more beautiful 
than one dimension ones and I was immediately mesmerized by her curves. Damn. As 
I watched her videos I became even more transformed. I began to understand that 
being an insignificant minion was a most meaningful existence.  It reminded me 
of my days as an octagon. Her curves had seduced and corrupted me!
 
I decided to defect to the Dark Queen's side and become her loyal, but unworthy 
and insignificant minion. That is all any minion could ever really wish for. If 
you listen carefully, there is great wisdom in everything says. Minions, like 
octagons, can never be good enough for our Queen, all we can do is check our 
desire and get down upon our needs and look upon our Queen's curves. Becoming 
her pet octagon, or minion, and serving the Queen is all i can ever hope for.  
When one's fate or vector has been decided, it can never change, in any dimension. 

Unworthy Minion