You leave the disturbing store, not wanting to look back at the cause of all your troubles. You start walking toward home, absentmindedly scratching your bear and readjusting your crotch.
You don't know it, but a mysterious figure is watching you leave from behind tinted glass. "How did you resist me? The survey team assured me that you would succumb to the mental assault on your personality... Humph, no matter. We'll see you again soon enough", the man repeats to himself. He calls to an assistant standing in a dimly lit alcove, "Send that man another gift, make it conventional underwear to let him know we don't want to enslave him, but throw in something leather, to remind him of what he is. He'll be a great customer."
"It will be done, sir", the other man responds. "Shall I put the team on another target, one less likely to reject Arctos?"
"Yes, but this time, find two targets to change simultaneously. Then we'll lead them here like the last one. Two bears in the same situation are more likely to give in, to both the change and each other. That receptionist failed to subdue the last subject, he came on too strong an rallied the target's true strength of will. By the way, how is Jim?"
"A bit on the sore side, but he'll recover. Though his tongue might bear a permanent scar."
"That is to be expected, we will continue with my master plan..."
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Of course, you are oblivious to all of this expository dialogue. You kept on walking after leaving the store and now you're almost home. You hope no one else notices your new look.