One of the aisles features a display with a question written in bold letters. "DO YOU WANT A NEW LIFE EXPERIENCE? WHY NOT SURRENDER YOUR FREE WILL AND DOMINATE ANOTHER?"
On the display are two naked skinsuits. On the left is an older man with graying hair, but also an impressively muscled body with a longer-than-average uncircumcised cock. On the right is a young woman in her 20s or early 30s with long brunette hair, firm B-cup breasts, and a curvy figure. She has no hair on her body except for a neatly trimmed bush, which you notice the man also has.
Below the sign is more writing, though its harder to make out. "DIVIDE YOUR MIND AND SOUL. ONE SHALL BE THE SLAVE, THE OTHER THE MASTER. DECIDE AND WRITE YOUR ANSWER HERE."
So now you have to make a choice. Choose the man, and you'll have a hot girl to obey your every command. Choose the woman, and the man will worship you. But which to pick?
The sign also includes another section: "IF YOU ARE STILL CONFLICTED, WHY NOT TRY BOTH?"
Okay, then. You pick the man suit, and pull it over your head. The back seals up, and you feel your new, rough hands and sturdy feet. Everything seems to be alright. Now where's the woman?"
"Drop to your knees!"
Without hesitating, you do as the voice commands. You stay there, paralyzed and unable to move, as someone walks in front. The woman, who for some reason is now wearing a tight dress, stockings, and a little hat on her head. "Good boy. Clean me."
She pulls up her dress and you see her vagina is already getting moist. You feel it with your tongue and suddenly you find yourself licking every inch, tasting her, until she climaxes and her fluids splash all over your face.
"Oh, you good boy!! You have to clean me every morning, understand? Now, stand still."
You get up, and she grabs hold of your cock. "My my, I made the right decision not to cut your foreskin. Look at how your cock has a nice little raincoat!!" She pulls your foreskin up and down while giggling while you struggle not to humiliate yourself by cumming all over her gloves. She slaps your ass with both hands, hard enough to leave impressions. "Your butt is so cute!!"
She sees you trying to keep your composure, and smiles. "What's wrong? You want to cum? I'll help you." She strokes you, and you finally give in and release a load of semen all over the floor. "That's disgusting behavior! Bad boy! This will teach you to masturbate without permission!!"
She puts a band that fits tightly around your balls.
"Don't touch this. Only I get to decide when you cum. Now, to make sure you remember your place." She presses a little metal stamp against your neck, leaving behind a scar in the shape of a heart. This served to mark you as a slave.
"Remember, you don't get to wear clothes. Clothes are for rich people. And you don't speak, ever. Pick me up and carry me outside. I want to go shopping."
You pick her up and she wraps herself around your torso in a manner that would normally be very uncomfortable but doesn't seem to bother you. It's time to leave.