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***Author's Note*** I decided to try my hand at a "guy gets stuck in a room and is re- programmed" themed story. It was inspired by: Hoised by Callie Messenger: https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID =1366466316100378368 This is generally in the same universe as one of my previous stories: The Sissy App: https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID =1472686537556380445 Anyway, check out the story, comment, e-mail, etc. Enjoy! **** The White Room Part 1: "What the fuck?!" Jack snapped awake and looked around, wild eyed and completely perplexed. He looked at his surroundings, a rectangular room with semi- luminescent white walls. He was sitting on some sort of raised, bed like thing, with a pad on it that just made it not-uncomfortable. He looked around for an exit, but saw no doors in the rectangular-shaped cell. It was large but enclosed, about 20x40 feet, and Jack stood up unsteadily on the cold floor of the odd room. "What on earth?" he said out loud looking down at his body. All his body hair was gone! Below his eyebrows, it was all smooth and pink, softer as well. He ran his hands down his 5 foot 4 inch frame. He had never been muscular, and had grown comfortable with his lean body shape. He ran his hand thought his shaggy brown hair. He looked at his arms, heavily bruised just below his bicep, like he had been given some sort of IV. He looked down, again in shock- his dick was in some sort of metal device. Completely shaved and smooth, it was locked into some sort of metal tube that prevented him from touching it- he pulled on the thing- to the point of pain to try to get it off- but it would not budge. At this point, Jack's pulse began to increase as he furtively eyed the walls of this weird white room looking for the way out. His mouth was dry and coppery, like the inside of a wallet. Feeling something else odd, he felt around his neck, discovering a collar - probably leather- about a fourth of an inch thick. It gripped his neck firmly but was not tight. He could not see it, but it was a matte bright pink color. "There's got to be a way out of here, what the hell is going on?!" Jack said aloud, running his hands along the walls, looking for a seam, a door or something. He traced the entire wall and didn't find anything other than the flat glass-like wall. The room was a rectangle, with the bed-like structure at one end, and a square on the floor with the same time type of padding on the bed adjacent to it. There was what looked to be a chair facing the opposite wall of the bed. It was really a raised platform with a backing and two arm rests- looking like an cubist artist's interpretation of a chair rather than an actual place to sit- all made out of the same type of white material as the walls. In the opposite corner of the room, there was some sort of drain in the floor. The bathroom, perhaps? There was no toilet. Jack began shouting, "Let me out of here!" "Hello?" "Anyone?" No answers. He beat on the walls, which did not give at all, and ended up hurting his hands rather quickly. That was odd, he thought, as the pain radiated more harshly than he remembered for such a simple action. "Hello? HELLO? LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he banged on the walls again continuing to shout, stopping as he winced from the pain. Screaming and yelling until his voice went hoarse, he sat back down on the bed. No one was listening to him. Jack looked around- the ceiling of the odd room was about 12 feet high, with no discernible vents or ways out. He was short- 5 foot 4, and not particularly athletic, ruling out leaping to his freedom. Jack was a lawyer, a newly-minted one at that with only 1 year out of law school. He was lucky enough to ace an interview and secure a job at a prestigious New York firm. Feeling on the top of the world, he frequently hit the high-end bars at night to try to strike it lucky with a downtown debutante. His height and his slight frame, however, seemed to limit his options recently. Despite designer suits and ties, he wasn't exactly winning ladies as frequently as his legal team won cases. The last thing he remembered was sharing drinks with a random blonde at a bar, then everything just faded out. Jack ran his hands along his now-smooth body, looking for anything else odd. He felt a bit woozy from his near-panic attack upon waking up. He shivered a bit in the room- he was naked aside from the collar and metal cage on his dick, with no clothes in sight anywhere in the room. He waited.... and waited... yelling again several times to no avail. His hands ached from hitting against the wall. Jack sighed and looked around the room. He wasn't getting out of here by banging on things. The room's lighting darkened after a while, and a large screen, at least the size of an 80-inch flatscreen TV, appeared on the wall opposite the chair. Jack walked up to the screen, which had turned on a black background on the white wall. He ran his hands along the wall again looking for a seam, or a door or something. The screen's black background faded to white, and blended in with the rest of the room. "That was weird..." thought Jack, looking at the screen, when a circle appeared with text. [Press Here to Begin] Jack looked around the quiet room quickly and furtively. This was getting really, really weird. He tentatively walked up to the screen and touched the circle. New text appeared, and a disembodied voice read it to him. The voice was female, but robotic, reminding Jack of the Cortana voice on his smartphone. [Lesson 1: Orientation. You are now in the Facility. You will be provided all the necessary food and medical care during your training. You will be released from the Facility upon the successful completion of your training program. Compliance with the training program will be rewarded, and compliance will result in quicker progression through the program. Non-compliance with the training program will be punished, and will prolong the training.] "What in the living fuck is this....?" Jack thought, "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he yelled. Training program? How the hell did I get here? "DID SOMEONE PUT ME HERE? I WANT ANSWERS!" The voice continued. [You will be confined to this room for the duration of your training. Upon successful completion of the program, you will be released.] Jack looked around nervously as the voice spoke. [Your training has already begun. To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rests, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training." The next lesson will focus on your food and water system. When you are ready for food and water, simply sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] "What in the living fuck..." Jack said looking around. "What the hell is this? What the hell is sissy training?" The text displayed in quote format on the screen, mocking him. Jack fumed, pacing back and forth in front of the screen. "The hell I'm going to do any of this, I'm getting out of here! LET ME OUT!" He shouted for a while, with similar results as the last few times he tried it. He did not bang on the walls, as his aching hands reminded him this was not a useful solution. Jack was thirsty, though. He had been since he woke up. He resolved himself to not follow the given directions and resist. He went to the bed and sat, gripping his knees for the lack of any covering for his body. The voice chimed in: [To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, and receive food and water, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] "FUCK YOU!" Jack shouted. [Resistance is part of the expected trainee reaction to this training program. Initiating level 1 behavior alteration protocol. To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. Jack suddenly shivered, having no clothing or covering to keep himself warm. He had been naked this entire time, except for the cage around his cock. His now hairless skin seemed more sensitive than before, and he almost immediately began shivering. A light appeared above the chair, obviously beckoning him to sit. He spat on the ground. "The hell I'm going along with this. SCREW YOU!" he shouted, to no one in particular. [Resistance is part of the expected trainee reaction to this training program. Initiating level 2 behavior alteration protocol. To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] The room darkened, and the light slowly pulled from the small cell. Jack shivered, as the room's temperature dropped even further. He retreated to his bed, as the cold atmosphere enveloped him. He was gripping his thighs in his bed, trying to stay warm, when the lights completely went out. The hell he'd ever submit to this stupid thing- it was probably a reality-TV prank anyway. Jack sat in total darkness, waiting for the lights to switch back on. He looked at the chair, which was still-like the rest of the room- enveloped in darkness. He shivered, then all of a sudden he spasmed from his current position as a shock of electricity jolted through him originating in his neck. "FUCK!? What the hell?" he exclaimed, jolting up from the bed. His collar just shocked him with a painful electric bolt. He looked around again, hesitantly, not sure what was going to happen next. "this thing is a shock collar?? What the hell is going on here? HELP!" No one was listening. Jack sat in the jet black room for what seemed like forever, getting zapped occasionally in the neck, which prevented him from relaxing or sleeping. The temperature drop ate away at him, and without any covering he sat on his bed, nude, shivering. The voice popped up: [To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] "What the hell is sissy training, anyways?" Jack thought... maybe I can just play along and get the hell out of here..." Under that rationale he climbed into the chair, still shaking from the cold, and placed his hands in the armrests. He looked at the screen, and stated loudly "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training." The lights in the room went back on and a whirring of fans brought the temperature back to a normal level. The screen blinked on. [Lesson 2: Feeding. The feeding tube is your primary way to achieve sustenance during your stay in the facility.] "Huh, 'stay', right," thought Jack. [The feeding tube will be available when you are on your knees on the square.] As the voice described the location, the room lit the portion of the room with the square on the floor. The screen displayed a figure kneeling on the square, a feeding tube extending from the wall, and the figure drinking from it. [The feeding tube is activated when you place your mouth over it. Sensors in the tube will detect when your mouth is on it. The tube will activate when the underside of the tube is activated. Simply pump the tube with your hand and/or mouth, and it will dispense a small amount of water or food. Never touch your teeth to the tube, or you will receive a painful shock. Walk over to the square and observe.] "...this is pretty weird..." thought Jack as he stepped over to the padded square on the floor next to the wall. He knelt down, and a soft whir of machinery behind the wall engaged, and a white tube emerged from a sealed opening in the wall. The white tube extended about 10 inches, and had a rounded tip with a hole in it. A droplet of water was on the end of the tube, which Jack quickly swiped with his finger and pressed to his lips. He realized then he was seriously dehydrated, and went about figuring out the tube's operation. After messing with the feeding tube for a few minutes, he figured out that he had to hold his lips over the end for the water to dispense, and he had to pump up and down the tube for the water to come out. After a bit of practice, he figured out the most effective was to do this was to pump the tube with his hand while catching the water in his mouth. He thankfully drank the cool water as it dripped out of the tube, although the process seemed a bit labor intensive to him. After he was finished, the feeding tube withdrew into the wall. Jack put his hands on the wall and tried to find the seams, but the solid, white shiny walls had no weaknesses he could exploit. [Lesson 2 completed successfully- good job, sissy! As a reminder, never touch your teeth to the feeding tube, or you will get a painful shock. To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] He groaned as he heard the voice repeat his. "What the hell is this anyway? What is sissy training?" [Sissy training is the program you are currently enrolled in. This training program will provide you the skills you need to be successful in your future role as a sissy slave.] Jack blinked. Did the Cortana-voice just respond to his question? Could it.. hear him? He stood up and looked around. What the hell did that response even mean? "Who are you?" he asked. [I am the artificial intelligence guiding your training in this facility. I monitor your vital signs and administer your progress. For simplicity's sake, you may refer to me as the Monitor.] "... ummm, ok...." Jack said, "....why am I here?" he asked cautiously. [The circumstances of your arrival are beyond the scope of my programming. I exist to ensure your successful completion of the training program.] "But I don't want to complete the training program! I want to get out of this cell!" Jack exclaimed. [Your wants and desires are no longer important. The main directive is your successful completion of the program. You will not leave this cell until that occurs. Successful training completion ensures a quicker release. Resistance will prolong your stay here.] Jack thought for a moment... there had to be some way out of this as he was dealing with a computer program. "Can I speak to a human?" [No. I will be your primary training support interface.] "Can I leave this cell?" [No. Successful training completion ensures a quicker release. Resistance will prolong your stay here.] "OK, when am I done with my training? How much of this training do I have left? You already taught me how to drink water like a hamster in a cage." [Scanning] [You have completed .01% of training requirements to date. To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] Jack fumed. "POINT ONE PERCENT? LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!" [Point Zero One Percent] the voice corrected him. Jack paced around the room, fuming. He had to get out of this cell! He suddenly realized that he was stuck here and that he needed to play along to ever have the opportunity to escape. Dejected, the only thing he could think to do at this point was entreat the voice. "Can I have something to wear?" Jack asked, acutely aware of his nakedness aside from his cock cage. [Yes. Clothing will be provided upon request. I will provide you an article of clothing upon completion of the next training level.] "You keep saying 'sissy training,' what the hell does that mean?" [Sissy training is the program you are currently enrolled in. This training program will provide you the skills you need to be successful in your future role as a sissy slave.] "What? A slave? Like someone owning me?" [Correct. Upon completion of your training, you will become a slave. You will serve a Master or a Mistress, or both.] This was getting really weird, thought Jack. "Bullshit--There's not slavery anymore, this has to be a joke." [Incorrect. This training program will provide you the skills you need to be successful in your future role as a sissy slave.] "OK, but what is this stupid program going to train me to do?" [This training program will cover a broad portfolio of essential sissy skills, to include deportment, fitness, attitude, fashion, personal care, obedience, sexual prowess, and personal service, among others.] This had to be a prank, thought Jack, it had to be. This was too nuts to be true. Jack shivered, realizing he had been standing naked in this room the entire time. Maybe he should play along some more, at least the Monitor would give him something to wear next. He was feeling more relaxed after finally getting some water, though. Jack sat in the chair warily and stated, "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training." The voice spoke again as text appeared on the giant screen. [Lesson 3: Pornography. Sissies must be willing and able to sexually please their Masters or Mistresses in a variety of ways. Viewing this material will familiarize you with various sexual positions, as well as sexual techniques. You must remain in the chair while viewing the video to complete this lesson.] "Weirder and weirder..." Jack mumbled as the screen flashed, and a scene appeared with a hot big-titted brunette getting railed doggystyle by a muscular guy with a shaved head. Jack sat in the seat for a bit, trying to ignore the clips as they played, but after about 10 minutes he uncomfortably squirmed in his seat. The porn was impossible to ignore on screen and with loud, thumping background music that seemed to bore into his head. He thought he could even hear voices or whispers in the music, but could not make them out. His dick also could not be ignored, as it stirred and strained against the metal tube. "What the hell is this, some kind of joke?" Just as he was about to sit up, restraints sprang from the chair and locked around one of his arms- the other he had just moved from the arm rest- effectively trapping him in the seat. "COME ON!?" he yelled over the loud thumping music. He pulled on his trapped arm in the chair as the music and the porn scene continued, leaving Jack unable to look away. After what seemed like hours (maybe only an hour, who knew as there was no real way to keep track of time in the room) the stream of video clips ended and the screen returned to its white sheen, indistinguishable from the walls of the rest of the room. The chair's restraints, retracted, and Jack collapsed exhausted on the floor. He noticed the feeding tube had protruded from the wall again. Parched, he crawled over to the tube and coaxed water out of it. This time, after dispensing water, it began to feed him a warm gruel-like substance. It tasted like salty, flavorless oatmeal, and it only came out of the tube in fits and starts, necessitating a lot of pumping from Jack. The tube eventually withdrew back into the wall, leaving Jack slightly less hungry than before, but at least watered and fed. "Monitor, you said I could have clothes now?" he asked to no one in particular, assuming the AI was listening. [Correct] the voice noted. [The article of clothing promised is in the drawer by your bed.] A light appeared next to the bed/raised platform thing he woke up on. Jack went to investigate, and it looked like a drawer had somehow become available in the wall. "I'm sure that wasn't there before," he muttered, opening it. "Oh, what the hell is this?" He pulled the drawer out and held up a lacy pink nightgown that looked like it would reach to mid-thigh. "I'm not wearing this!" he exclaimed, looking around the drawer for anything else useful- and finding nothing. The Monitor did not respond. "Wait a second... Monitor, can you give me stuff if I ask for it?" [Yes, as long as the item requested is consistent with your current training level and needs.] "Umm... ok, can I have a sandwich, or some real food?" Jack's stomach was growling and he felt a bit weak from a lack of his usual high calorie diet. [Negative. Your feeding tube provides the necessary sustenance for this level of your training program. Additional food may become available upon request dependent on current training progress.] "What does that mean, Monitor, what training progress?" [Studies have shown that positive reinforcement produces preferable outcomes to negative reinforcement. Asking for 'extra credit' during your sissy training may grant you rewards, to include food items, and lessens your overall training time in this facility.] Jack looked back at the nightgown. "So...can I have some other clothes to wear?" [No. Not at this point in your current training.] "How about this thing on my penis? Can you ...remove it?" [Negative. Your chastity device is integral to your training needs. It will never be removed unless your Master or Mistress permits it.] "NEVER?" gasped Jack. He looked down at his now-diminutive locked cock. "You are making me watch porn, and I'm never going to get this thing off? I don't understand...?" The Monitor was unresponsive. Exhausted, and feeling defeated, he laid down on the bed, pulling his nightgown over him as a makeshift blanket, and tried to sleep. As he slept, the whispering in the room increased, playing a loop of low thumping sounds Jack's conscious mind could not register. [You are not man, you are a sissy. Your manhood is gone, left behind. You will be birthed through this white room into a new life. You will be a beautiful and wonderful sissy girl, like a butterfly. But now you are just a caterpillar in a cocoon. You want to escape the cocoon. You need to escape the cocoon. But the only way to escape the cocoon is to follow the orders and instructions provided by the monitor. Only the monitor can give you the training you need to escape the cocoon. That is your only way out, your only salvation. Any time you think of escape, your mind will automatically focus on completing your training. It will be the most important thing in your life.] [Escape equals completion of training Submitting to training is pleasure Thoughts of your past life equal thoughts of completing your training Thoughts of your past life equal disappointment Thoughts of your future life equal pleasure Your future life is the life of a sissy slave A life of servitude You will serve a Mistress or Master as their sissy slave Thoughts of your past life equal shame You were never really a real man Being a sissy is your true calling in life Successfully completing your training will bring you pleasure] [Remember, you are a sissy girl. Girls do not respond to anger, frustration, or sadness with violence. Little girls do not bang on walls and yell. Girls are emotional. You are a girl. When you are sad, you sit on your bed and cry. Like a little girl. A weak little girl. You are a girl.] Later Jack awoke- he had no idea how long he had been asleep, the room was lit the same way it had been before, with a spotlight shining down on the chair from the ceiling. The room was trying to tell him, he thought, what to do next. While he was asleep, the feeding tube had protruded from the wall, so Jack knelt down next to it, pumping it to get some sustenance. Jack looked down at his arm- the bruise had started to heal a bit, which he found promising. If he had no other way to keep track of time in here, at least this would give him some idea. After waiting around for a while and checking the walls of the room to see if anything had changed (it hadn't) he decided to give in to boredom and sit in the chair. Once he did, he placed his hands on the hand rests, and they were quickly locked into place by the lightning fast restraints. [Please select your training session: Shower familiarization or return to Lesson 3: Pornography] "Ummm..." Jack squirmed in the chair. He felt grimy after being stuck in the room with no access to water outside of the feeding tube. "Shower familiarization?" he asked. A video started playing. [Sissies must always be clean and ready to sexually service their Masters and Mistresses. No one likes a smelly sissy.] Jack thought he heard a whisper from the other side of the room as the audio played, but could not make it out. [The shower stall in the corner of your room can be accessed once a day. You will be provided soaps and shampoos to keep you clean and smelling wonderful.] The video showed a figure standing in the corner shower stall and being recognized by a light. A shelf would extend from the wall with soap and shampoo. The figure then washed herself. Several warnings blinked telling the figure not to drink the water. [The water for your shower has been treated to ensure you are sanitary and free from bacteria. Do not drink it under any circumstances, as you will become very ill] That was weird, thought Jack. The lesson concluded with the figure being issued a towel, and that a hamper-type thing would extend from the wall next to the bed- next to the drawer thing he got the nightgown from- where he could place the wet towel. [continuing Lesson 3: Pornography. Sissies must be willing and able to sexually please their Masters or Mistresses in a variety of ways. Viewing this material will familiarize you with various sexual positions, as well as sexual techniques. You must remain in the chair while viewing the video to complete this lesson..] "Dammit, not this again..." Jack struggled against the cuffs and squirmed in his chair. His dick began to strain against the cage after just a few minutes of watching the porn this time. An obviously-fake redhead with equally fake tits was slobbering on a cock, up and down, making long eye contact with the camera. Jack squirmed, becoming more and more horny with no release in sight. What the hell was this room doing? He thought, thinking less and less that this was a prank and more and more that he was in serious trouble. Lights flashed at him on the screen at weird random intervals, forcing him to pay attention. Sometime he thought he saw words on the screen too, but they flashed so fast he could not make them out. Finally, he just gave up struggling and watched the video, as various clips played on and on. Blowjobs, ass-fucking, and shemales seemed to be prominent in whatever devious playlist was running. Finally, after who knows how long, the chair released Jack, and he fell to the floor, exhausted. "Damn... thirsty..." he said, crawling over to the feeding tube and manipulating it, grateful for the water and salt-gruel mix it dispensed. Feeling almost immediately better and calmer, he looked over at the shower, and decided to give it a try. He stood over the drain in the corner and saw a blue panel on the wall flashing a water droplet graphic. He pressed it, and the shower began raining a warm stream of water from the ceiling. A shelf protruded from the wall with several bottles of shampoo and body wash. Jack started to use them and immediately smelled their overwhelmingly girly scent. He persevered, and washed himself with the loofah sponge provided. He paused, looking at the water raining down on him, and wondered if he should drink it despite the dire warning. Maybe later. He thought, I should probably listen to the program on this one. A towel appeared on another shelf as the shampoo shelf retracted into the wall. He dried off, and then crawled onto the bed, seeing the nightgown crumpled in the corner and reluctantly pulling it on. "Monitor, can I have a blanket?" he asked, hopefully. [Processing. Yes.] The drawer that delivered him the nightgown extended from the wall again. Jack got up and went to look inside, and found a pink blanket inside. Happy and relieved, and smelling fresh- although very girly- he grabbed it and pulled it over himself, finally finding something of comfort after being trapped in the room for so long. He closed his eyes to try to get some rest, but was pretty sure he could still hear the whispering around him. This process repeated several times- Jack was losing the ability to gauge time at all, and the drugged food and water he was consuming was heavily interfering with his ability to process thoughts. He would get up, drink from the tube, sit in the chair, drink from the tube, shower, sleep, get up, drink from the tube.... And the process continued. After numerous iterations, in a moment of lucidity, Jack's eyes opened from sleep. Jack awoke and paced the room, trying to collect his thoughts and figure out what to do next. He was starved, his stomach wracked with hunger pangs that he knew could only be solved by drinking from the feeding tube- and drugging himself up again. He remained in the nightgown that the Monitor had given him (given? Provided?) the previous night (night? Day?). Jack was filled with insecurities and self loathing over his current state. Hairless, feminized, and emasculated, all by a faceless machine. Helpless, he called out to the machine. "Monitor, help! I've done everything you've asked, please let me out of here!" The room was quiet until the AI responded. [Your wants and desires are no longer important. The main directive is your successful completion of the program. You will not leave this cell until that occurs. Successful training completion ensures a quicker release. Resistance will prolong your stay here.] Damn... he had hear this before, hadn't he? Maybe if he just went along with it, he'd have an opportunity to escape. "OK Monitor, what do I need to do to complete the training?" [You must complete Lesson 3: Pornography. Sissies must be willing and able to sexually please their Masters or Mistresses in a variety of ways. Viewing this material will familiarize you with various sexual positions, as well as sexual techniques. You must remain in the chair while viewing the video to complete this lesson. Sit in the chair now to start the training.] Jack didn't want to sit in the chair. He cowered in the corner as the Monitor continued. [You must sit in the chair and complete your training. Sissies must be trained, otherwise they are worthless. You are a sissy now. You must accept that you need training.] "No! I want out of here!" Jack shouted. [Behavioral Modification Subroutine Running. Place your headphones on your head now.] Jack glanced over to the bed and saw the pink headphones. "No! I don't want to!" he stammered, fists clenched. [Behavioral Modification Subroutine Running. Place your headphones on your head now.] A shock ran through his neck from the pink collar. "OW!!! OWOWOW!" Jack jumped as he was unexpectedly zapped with a painful jolt of electric current. [Place your headphones on your head now.] Not wanting another shock, Jack meekly went over to his bed and slid the pink headphones over his ears. He really couldn't hear what was playing- it sounded like low-level nature sounds and barely audible whispers. [You are increasingly unsure of yourself. You don't know what is best You never knew what is best It is hard for you to think and make decisions for yourself Men make decisions You are not a man You are a sissy girl Sissy girls obey orders Sissy girls do not decide Sissy girls do as their Masters and Mistresses command You feel unsure of yourself and insecure when you have to make a decision You should ask the Monitor or your Mistress or Master for advice You should do what they tell you You should obey Making decisions is hard Obeying is easy Obeying is easy Obeying is easy] ... Later... ... Jack gradually awoke on his bed, pulling the headphones off. Had he drifted off to sleep? The ever-present feeling of woozy-ness was starting to get to him. "What the hell did I just do?" Jack snapped into coherence- he was already awake, he thought. He was in the chair again! He had just walked over to it after milking the feeding tube. Like he was on autopilot or something. "That was really weird... what the hell is wrong with me...?" he said aloud. He felt a bit... off. Like he wasn't all there and couldn't focus. The screen continued, uncaring: [continuing Lesson 3: Pornography. Sissies must be willing and able to sexually please their Masters or Mistresses in a variety of ways. Viewing this material will familiarize you with various sexual positions, as well as sexual techniques. You must remain in the chair while viewing the video to complete this lesson..] "Now I'm stuck in this damn thing again...MONITOR?! Can You let me out of this?" he yelled, hoping to get the AI to respond. He did get a blanket last night, he reasoned. What the hell was wrong with him? He thought... was he being drugged somehow? The porn played on despite his struggles. He pulled his arms, straining against the restraints until it hurt. The chair, however, did not give. He sat and squirmed as another round of porn clips played, the techno beat worming its way into his mind, and Jack had no recourse, no sexual release, to escape it. After far too long, the clips ended, and the chair's restraints retracted, leaving Jack exhausted, incredibly horny, dehydrated, and hungry. Conveniently, the feeding tube extended from the wall. He started moving for it, when he caught himself. "Wait," he said to himself, "this will just drug me up again and I'll repeat the cycle..." "Monitor, Can you please let me out of here?" he pleaded. [Negative, not at this point in your training cycle.] Tired, parched, and horny, Jack succumbed and pumped the feeding tube, which squirted its sustenance into his mouth after a few minutes of manipulation. Jack began to feel sleepy again, and found it really hard to think or concentrate. His dick strained against its cage and he writhed on the bed trying and failing to touch himself, rubbing his hands up and down his body. He awoke again, this time to the sound of the porno-- the normally white room with its white walls now appeared to be a rectangle of the same HD screens that appeared in front of the chair. It was like each section of the white walls were really an HD screen. This was weird. Jack looked around, and now screens from each wall in the room were playing the porn, with the volume at an uneven tone, as clips were playing at different time intervals on different screens at different volumes. "What the hell is this... Monitor, can you make this stop?" Jack pleaded. [Negative. The only way to stop the current display configuration is to complete Lesson 3.] "OK, how do I complete Lesson 3???" Jack gasped, exasperated, woozy, and sleep deprived. [Sit in the chair and continue the training] That was it? Jack, still feeling off kilter, climbed into the chair again. "It can't be worse than before... I can't take this..." he muttered to himself. The restraints locked over his wrists. And the screen in front of him changed. [Sissy Sex Lesson 3: Anal Sex. Sissies must have sex with their Masters and Mistresses as required. Sissies do this through oral and anal means. This section of the training will orient you to anal penetration.] What the hell was this? Jack pulled against the restraints violently, immediately stung by the pain caused as he bruised his now soft, delicate pink skin against the restraints. [Sissies often get sexually frustrated while in chastity. Anal sex offers sissies a relief to their sexual frustration. Stimulation of the prostrate allows a sissy to be milked, which results in a minor ejaculation but not a true male orgasm. Sissies are not entitled to male orgasms, and must never ever experience one.] Jack stopped struggling, looking at the text on the screen and hearing the Monitor's uncaring voice, his mouth agape. This was serious. He was stuck here and these people that trapped him here were serious. [Try to relax.] Jack looked around furtively, and then heard a mechanical whirring noise within the chair-pillar thing he was strapped in to. His hands were restrained with the retractable white-metal cuffs that snapped out of the chair's sides, effectively pressing him into the seat. The whirring noise continued, as the porn video flashed on, playing a clip of a blonde shemale giving some guy a blowjob and then grabbing his dick and slowly working it into her waiting asshole. All of a sudden, Jack jumped as he heard a mechanical click and felt a cool, slick object rise just under his ass and press against him. "Oh no... no no no no...." Jack said. The porn played on as the shemale on the screen began to slide up and down on the dick. The intruder began to slowly but deliberately press against his asshole, a part of Jack wanted to struggle and the other part thought it may hurt more if he did. He gripped the sides of the chair underneath his restraints as the chair's dildo penetrated his ass and moved up inside of him, continuing up as the porn clip played. His dick strained in its cage as he tried to control his panicked breathing. Then, the chair's dildo stopped. Jack, feeling oddly "full," but otherwise ok, exhaled. "Whew... well... ok then, that wasn't pleasant, but at least that's over," he said. The porn kept playing as Jack wiggled around the dildo, squirming in his seat and unused to the new sensations the penetration provided. The intruder then, slowly, began to retract. "Ug, thank god," he said as he felt it sliding out of his ass. Then, before it popped out, the dildo stopped, and -again slowly- began to push back up inside him. "OH what the hell is this?" he squirmed and wiggled around in the seat more, which only brought more new and unfamiliar sensations to his smooth body. The chair then began a rhythm of slowly penetrating him, gently fucking his ass as the tranny porn played in front of him. Despite some initial discomfort, Jack began to get used to the feeling of the dildo and its constant back and forth, up and down, in his ass. His dick twitched each time the dildo hit a new spot in his ass, and he began to try to move his hips and ass to get the intruder to hit the same spot again and again. After a few minutes, the chair retracted the dildo back into the seat, which clicked shut beneath Jack. The restraints snapped open and he slid from the chair, aroused and exhausted. [You have completed Lesson 3. To move to the next level of training, and progress through the program, sit in the chair, place your hands on the arm rest, look at the screen, and say "I am ready to move to the next level of my sissy training."] Jack was mentally spent, but he remembered something from earlier. "Wait...extra credit! I want to do extra credit." That would get him out early, or maybe give him some real food, right? [Processing.] [Extra Credit for Lesson 3: Look at the screen and read the following text:] The screen flashed on and text appeared. [Please fix my body so I can be a perfect sissy.] Jack grimaced, but read the text aloud. "Please fix my body so I can be a perfect sissy." [Scanning. Extra credit for lesson 3 complete. Dispensing Food Item.] After a few seconds, a drawer slid out of the wall by the feeding tube, and a single slim slice of chocolate cake with pink frosting appeared. Jack rushed over to look at it as if it were a new museum exhibit. No plate, no silverware, just cake. He scooped it up with his hands and began to eat it hungrily- the first real food he had consumed since his imprisonment in this weird, bizarre, perverted room, he thought. The cake tasted better than any piece of cake he had ever eaten in his life! Jack thought back to the electric shocks and shivering in the cold from earlier. "Maybe if I just play along with this program, I can get the hell out of here..." Jack made his way to the shower, soaping himself up and carefully washing his lubed covered, sore ass. He milked the feeding tube for some water and gruel, and felt the now-familiar relaxing feeling wash over him as he laid down on the bed and pulled his blanked over himself. Sleep mixed with voices. Odd lights, and a floating feeling. Pain, then numbness. "Huh?" Jack awoke, in sheets. He looked down at the bed, and then around the room, confused. The room was the same, but it obviously had a makeover. He his bed actually felt like a mattress, with soft pink cotton sheets. He had a fluffy pink pillow. Looking around, he saw the ominous chair remained, but it had been fitted with pink cushions. Pink rugs were scattered on the white floor. There was an actual toilet, and a shower enclosure in the corner of the room. There was also a fancy- looking treadmill and a dresser next to his bed that seemed to have extended from the wall. He opened one of the drawers and saw numerous frilly and pink items inside. He quickly shut it, noticing he was wearing the pink nightgown- and nothing else- that he was issued before. He also noted he had a different tube around his dick, this one looked a little smaller, and was still shiny and metallic. The main screen in front of the chair blinked "touch to continue." As Jack moved to get up, he felt a little woozy, and his face hurt for some reason. He looked down at his arm, and noticed another IV bruise, but on the opposite arm. He felt his face, which ached all over. "What the hell did they do to me..." he thought, as he lacked any mirrors to examine what had happened. He looked down, and saw underneath the pink nightgown, a pink heart had been tattooed above his caged penis, the tattoo obviously fresh. "Oh... what the hell...? They drugged me again?" He also noticed his fingernails, which had been manicured with a pink shiny nail polish. As he got out of bed, he saw his toenails were similarly manicured. "What the... these people..." he stumbled as he moved toward the main screen. He pressed the screen with a manicured nailed finger. [Welcome to Lesson 4: Sissy Obedience and Conditioning. You may have noticed your room has been upgraded to facilitate your training needs. This is a result of your successful completion of Lessons 1-3. Further compliance with the training program will bring additional luxuries and food items that will hasten your stay here and make your stay more comfortable. Resistance to the program, however, will take these items away.] Jack unsteadily sat on the edge of the chair, careful to avoid the shackles on the arms. [The next phase of your training will consist of several repeating modules and rest periods. This instructional video will walk you through the Lesson, and will be available in the console if you need to reference it later in the program. Lesson 4 will conclude when you receive a cumulative score of 100% in all areas. Extra credit is available and will be unlocked when you reach 90%.] The Cortana voice then lit up the 10 foot by 10 foot open area next to the chair, adjacent to the new treadmill. A screen lit up on the wall, and showed a figure standing in a yoga-style studio. [This module focuses on flexibility. Using motion caption technology, this program will lead you though an increasingly-complex series of stretches and poses. This will increase your flexibility. Sissies must have flexible, sexy bodies to please their Masters and Mistresses. Try a few of the poses now.] The figure on the screen did a stretch, and prompted Jack to mirror it. "Just like an X-Box or Wii Fit..." Jack thought, as he saw that his stretch attempts were mirrored next to the figure on the screen. The screen also projected a grading score next to his avatar stating how closely he was matching the stretch. He went through a few of the stretch routines, hitting in the 60% range. The scenario continued for quite some time, giving him a final score of 69 points. "Whew," Jack said, wiping his brow, "I didn't know stretching could be that... difficult." He had never done yoga in his life, and was never very fit, just naturally slim. He noted there was an "extra credit" button on the screen, and he pressed it. [Extra Credit: Sissies must exercise in sissy attire. Dress in sissy workout clothes to earn extra points.] "We'll see about that," Jack chuckled. The room lights appeared over the treadmill next, and Jack got up and walked over to it, still wearing the pink nightgown. [This module focuses on fitness. Sissies must have toned and fit bodies to please their Mistresses and Masters. Exercising on the treadmill will tighten your sissy body and make it sexy- and make men want to fuck you. Walk on the treadmill now.] Jack, not really sure about the last comment, figured this would be easy. "I can walk on a treadmill, this shouldn't be a problem..." he said stepping onto the treadmill's track as it slowly began to move. He walked for a while in his bare feet, and noticed a low techno music beat had started to play. He could swear he heard that whispering voice again as well- he'd have to investigate later. After what seemed like an hour or so, it came to a stop, and he stepped off of the machine. The screen flashed "70 points" as he dismounted. He noted there was also an extra credit button, and pushed it. [Sissy extra credit for your walking exercise: High heels. Ask to walk in high heels as additional practice. Additional bonus points will be awarded for wearing sissy attire during this module.] "Ha..." Jack thought, "another thing I'm not going to do. Maybe if I just get the bare minimum done here they'll open the door and I'll get an opportunity to escape..." [The next module will focus on your knowledge and abilities in fashion.] A light appeared over a small seat/desk thing opposite the treadmill. Everything in the room was still made out of this weird white metallic reflective surface, but the table/desk thing at least had a padded stool (pink of course) that Jack could sit on. As he sat down, a screen on the wall appeared that he could easily reach out and touch to interface with. [Welcome] the screen displayed/said in the Cortana voice. [This module will lead you through increasingly-complex and detailed education on fashion, cosmetics, and accessories that will prepare you for life as a sissy maid and a female attendant. Sissies must know this material in order to better serve their Mistresses and Masters. You will be presented with material and then tested on it. Your scores will be added into your overall performance each cycle to determine your ability to move to the next lesson.] The program led him through descriptions of several different types of shoes and boots, differences between color shades of makeup, and various accessories like bracelets, necklaces, anklets, and rings. Jack didn't know any of this stuff, and wound up with a 25% score. After the fashion module, a "maid" module initiated at the same desk- type location. [This module will teach you how to be the very-best maid, servant, and attendant for your Mistress and Master. Sissies must know this material in order to better serve their Mistresses and Masters. You will be presented with material and then tested on it. Your scores will be added into your overall performance each cycle to determine your ability to move to the next lesson.] "Easy enough..." Jack thought as the program continued. [The first session will focus on vocal technique. Sissies must speak in a soft and feminine voice in order to convey their low place in a household and their subservience to their keepers. Repeat the following lines in a high register: Yes Mistress.] "Yes, mistress," Jack repeated, after a second. The screen blinked and a 48% number registered. [Unacceptable response, please try again.] "Yes, mistress," Jack said again, this time trying in a higher tone. [51%- Unacceptable response, please try again.] "dammit. He tried to deliberately speak in a high female tone:"Yes, Mistress." [64%- Acceptable response. Repeat the following lines: Yes, Master.] Jack repeated in the same (to him) artificially high feminine tone, "Yes, Master." [65%- Acceptable response. Repeat the following lines: As you please, Mistress.] Jack repeated the lines, and multiple others, working his way through the station and getting a 67% score. After the Maid section of the training, the feeding tube protruded from the wall again, and Jack rushed over to drink from it. He felt the usual wave of relaxation wash over him, and he saw pair of headphones had appeared beside his bed. He walked over and placed them on his head, noting their pink color. He heard the Monitor inside the headphones. [This module will help align your way of thinking to that of a proper sissy slave. Relax and lay down in your bed, and listen to the music. You enjoy this. Listen carefully to the words.] The lights dimmed in the white room, and between the blurry feeling Jack had from the feeding session and the slow, pulsating music in the headphones, he quickly lost his ability to concentrate and drifted with the music. The soft hypnosis tracks that played behind soothing music, ocean sounds, and other tranquil nature tracks insidiously wormed into Jack's mind. In a barely-audible soft female voice, the program sang to him. [You are a sissy girl. You have always been a sissy girl. You always knew this. You are actually glad you are in this room and going through the training program. Even though the training is hard, it will be worth it because once you are done you will be the prettiest sissy princess ever, and you will be able to satisfy any and every demand your Master or Mistress gives you. That is the true life goal of any sissy. You will achieve your one true life goal: to please your Master or Mistress. This will give your worthless life meaning. Any thought of escape from this room will be automatically liked in your mind to training completion. Escape is compliance with the program and completion of training. There is no other way. Escape is compliance with the program. Escape is compliance with the program. Escape is compliance with the program. Escape is compliance with the program.] After a while, Jack heard a chime go off and the Cortana voice telling him to wake up. [This module is complete, you received full credit, and ten points. Proceed to the next module.] Feeling bit woozy and disoriented, the program then directed Jack to the chair. He sat down, placing his arms on the armrests, uneasily anticipating the restraints. The screen lit up: [This module will continue your sissy sexual education. In this session you will learn how and why you are a sissy, and how you can please men in the future with your body. Watch the screen.] The restraints locked over his arms, as he watched the video play. Words flashed on the screen as the Cortana voice read aloud to him. [You are a sissy. You have always secretly known you are a sissy. Think to your past, to your failed relationship with women. You never really had a sexual relationship as a "straight" man, did you? You are not really a man. Think about the last time you had "sex" with a woman. Was it really sex, or was it a disappointment for you and her?] What the hell was this? Jack thought, he had bedded tons of women... hadn't he? His mind was feeling a bit clouded... the damn feeding tube. He had had sex before, recently, right? [Your sexual history is mostly remembered incorrectly. Remember all the times you tried to have sex with a woman and failed? Because in the back of your mind you knew you didn't want to have sex with women, you wanted to be woman!] "Wait.. was that really the case?" Jack as confused... He had a girlfriend right before he got captured and stuck in this hellhole, right? [You always knew your true sexual desires could not be met by penetrating other women. What would you even penetrate them with? Your worthless cock? You couldn't even get hard if you tried, remember? You desire to be wanted, to be taken by other men, to be used like a sissy whore.] The chair whirred and Jack felt a slick presence on his asshole again as the chair began its sequence. Images and videos of shemale flashed on the screen. He gasped as the chair began to very slowly work its dildo up his ass, pulsating it with the flashes of the images and videos on the screen of sexy shemales getting fucked. The screen continued to pepper him with comments diminishing his manhood and sexual past. As much as he tried to mentally resist, it was hard to do while wearing a chastity cage with a dildo up inside him. [You always desired to be fucked in the ass. It is the only way sissies like you can derive any pleasure. You can't cum like a man, you are not a man, you are a sissy. Sissies don't cum. The only way for you to have any sexual satisfaction is to totally submit your body to a man, and sexually satisfy all of his desires. You may have to please a Mistress as well, but you will never fuck her. You will be her willing female attendant, and lick her pussy, ass, and toes as she commands. You do not ever penetrate her, never fuck her pussy. Sissies can't do that. You are a sissy...] Jack's face flushed as he endured the fucking, and the porn barrage eventually tapered off. The restraints unlocked, the display showed a score of 70%, and he saw "extra credit available" on the screen. He selected it, and was given several options. "larger dildo size... sexy dress... sexy comments...?" The 3 options had further menus. He pressed the "sexy dress" button, which revealed that wearing heels, stockings, gloves, and a bra would give him more points. He saw "sexy comments," and saw that if he read comments on screen he could get extra points if they registered in the voice recognition program he had used in the previous station. He saw he could unlock a larger dildo size after 5 sessions- and he had just completed 1. [Training sequence complete: Score: 48%. Keep Training, Sissy!] "Ok..." he thought, trying to put together what had just happened. There were the yoga, treadmill, fashion, maid training, music, and sex modules. "OK, so there are six modules that are going to grade me on completion... but that will only get me to 60% if I get everything right..." Jack was tied out after the training sequence, and showered off and used the feeding tube again. He could not detect how much time had passed, but he felt the familiar drugged effect from the tube and sat down on the bed. Jack was having trouble staying focused. Wearing the lacy pink nightgown, he snuggled up in the pink sheets and tried to get comfortable. "OK... I just have to get better at the tasks and then I'll get a high enough score to complete the training... I mean escape... I mean finish the training and become a real sissy... I mean escape." Jack shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? He needed to complete his training. Wait, did he? No! He needed to escape this cell! By completing his training and submitting to the monitor and the training program! What the hell?! Maybe he just needed to get some rest-- he was feeling fatigued and mixed up. Some sleep would clear his mind and tomorrow would be better, he thought, as he snuggled into his soft bed. Jack focused the next morning (?) on the yoga routines, and watched the motion capture video very closely, trying to match his stretches to the models on the screen. He marginally increased his score, and moved on to the treadmill. He finished the initial walking requirement, and then saw the extra credit icon flashing on the screen. He checked in the dresser by his bed and saw the pair of 4-inch pink high heeled pumps. With some regret, he slipped them on his feet and slowly made his way back over to the treadmill, unsure of his balance as he walked. His legs looked so much slimmer than he remembered....He selected the extra credit icon and the treadmill began moving at a slower pace, and Jack started to walk in the heels on it. The screen flashed with a motion capture video of him and a model. The model swayed her hips and placed one foot in front of the other as she walked. He struggled in the heels to follow the fluid motion of the model, the screen flashing specific errors each time he move out of sync. The distance he had to walk in the heels was thankfully much shorter than the earlier walk on the treadmill, and after it came to a stop he walked over to the bed and sat down, kicking the pink shoes off of his feet and rubbing his sore ankles. "How do women walk in these things...?" he wondered aloud. He went to the desk and started the fashion module, remembering this was the part of the training he did the worst in before. He really tried to learn the material as he went through the pages detailing makeup ads, lipsticks, eyeliners, blush, foundation, hair color, nail polish and a spectrum of other feminine items. He got a 30% score this time, but he marked it as progress. Next he did the maid training session, which went through voice exercises and also included a section on how to properly fold items - napkins, towels and such, as well as how to properly set a table. He was tested on the table setting and got most of it wrong, scoring a 55% total. He sucked on the feeding tube, and then uneasily slid the headphones on. [You are a sissy girl. That is all you are and all you have ever been. You only desire to serve your Master ans Mistress. Your only desire is to reach the highest standard of sissy perfection to please your Master and Mistress. Scoring highly on your sissy tests is your sole purpose in life. You are worthless if you cannot please your Master. You are worthless if your ass and mouth are not trained properly. You must score as highly as possible in your training modules. You must ask the monitor for additional sissy extra credit. You must dress in the sissy outfits provided at all times. This brings you pleasure. This will make your future Mistress and Master happy.] Over the next several training cycles, Jack re-dedicated himself to learning the material and strove to ace each test. For many of the modules, he found with a little work, he could get past 80%, but the tasks and questions got incrementally harder as he got closer to 90%. As he completed multiple iterations of each training station, extra credit items began to "Unlock." For the yoga station, he unlocked and wore a tight pair of pink yoga pants and a bra top. Wearing the outfit gave him 5 bonus points, and after many, many rounds of the training, he began to hit 90% regularly. He had unlocked the high heels early on, but found this to be exceptionally difficult. The Monitor helpfully suggested he wear the heels through the rest of his training stations to get used to them. Jack cautiously noted he had yet to unlock the 5 and 6 inch varieties. Fashion remained a challenge for him, as the questions on makeup shades, women's clothing, and shoe varieties continued to vex him. Try as he might, he could never crack 85%. He found that the maid training- particularly the voice training- allowed him to unlock several new dialogue trees that let him practice his soft, higher-register voice. Despite the continuing progress towards 90%, Jack felt very insecure as he seductively mouthed lines like "my ass is yours to use, Master, do me however you please." It was the sex modules, however, that were the most humiliating. He quickly unlocked numerous options for "sexy clothes" and "sexy comments." The first outfit he unlocked, after getting fucked by the machine to the usual visual mix of porn, sexual imagery, and belittling words, was a maid's uniform. With the Monitor's urging, Jack pulled on the short black dress with a white apron, over-the-knee stay-up stockings, black 4-inch heels and a white frilly headband (his hair was getting longer now, and he kept it pulled back in a pony tail). Small white gloves completed the ensemble, and Jack repeated the phrases that flashed on the screen as he was strapped to the chair and penetrated by the slightly-larger thrusting dildo. "Oooh, Master, I love the way you use me!" he cooed as an array of maid-related images flashed before his eyes on the screen. After he was done, he slid off of the chair, pleased with his performance. "This has got to have aced the test," he thought, "I'm going to get out of here this time, I just know it." [89%] He balled his pink-manicured fingers into little fists and plopped down on his bed, pouting. "...G..Golly, darn it!?" he exclaimed, confused and frustrated, and also concerned he seemed to have forgotten some of his coarser language. A tear rolled down his cheek as he fumed. "I've just got to get this right so I can finish my training!" he exclaimed. [There are options available to you at this point that may assist you in the completion of this section of the training.] The Monitor helpfully chimed in. "What options?" Jack asked, sniffing. [Look at the screen and read the following text:] The screen flashed on and text appeared. [Please fix my body so I can be a perfect sissy. Please give me titties like a real girl] Jack was flustered. "I... I'm not saying that! I don't... I can't," he said hesitantly. [What are your reasons? You are very close to completing this section of your training.] the Monitor seemed to be reasoning with him? Arguing with him? "I'm a guy!" he squeaked. "I can't get titties- I mean... tits... I mean, breasts! I want to get out of this room!" [Interesting. Are you dressed like a man?] Jack looked down at his maid's outfit, and nervously pulled against the white lace of one of his gloves. "...no." [And do you have a cock like a man?] Taken aback by the question, he stammered. "Yes! Yes I have one." A huge image of an erect dick appeared on the screens around the room as the Monitor continued, [You state you have a cock like a man. Does it look like this?] Several other images flashed of penises as Jack glanced down at his diminutive chastity cage. "No...." muttered Jack. [What does it look like?] the Monitor flashed numerous images of small dicks locked in chastity cages, many attached to very-feminine shemale bodies. [Does it look like a sissy clittie?] Jack sniffed. "Yeah... I guess so... but..." He was confused. Maybe this would help him complete the training and get out sooner... how long had he been in here? Jack had long ago lost complete track of time, his days (?) spent in the endless training cycle of yoga, exercise, fashion and maid training, and the ...sex training machine. His body had shrunk due to the feeding tube diet, he looked down at his slim arms and legs, thinking he could not weigh more than 120 pounds now. His hair was long, and his face was smooth, having long ago lost any semblance of hair. His entire body below his eyebrows remained smooth and hair free, somehow. There were no mirrors in the white room, and no way for him to actually look at himself. He shook off the Monitor's comments and drank from the feeding tube, which now looked less like a tube and more like a dildo, complete with a bulbous head, silicone balls and veins. He wrapped his lips around it anyway and teased out his meal, determined to beat the training cycle tomorrow. Later.... "Oh....Golly!" Jack shouted. He was wearing a new outfit this time, a pink-themed number with a short pink dress, thigh high pink stockings attached to a pink garter belt, and 5 inch neon pink stilettos with 1 inch platforms. He had aced the yoga, treadmill, and maid portions of the training, and he had finally cracked 90% on the fashion training. He had just unsteadily slid off of the chair after what seemed like a longer than usual sex training session, this time with a bimbo theme that had him moaning and repeating the lines fed to him by the screen. "do me harder, Master! I