"I am 100% obedient. I am ready to move on."

After having said the words and phrases demanded by the house computer for hundreds, maybe thousands of times, finally, the computer believes you.

Very good. You may now continue.

The exit door for the room opens.

You stumble out of the door and into the corridor and you sink to the floor and sit there for a while, trying to process what just happened.

"My name is Jennifer," you think to yourself. "No wait... I'm not Jennifer, my name is... Jennifer.... no... it's... Jennifer..."

"Damn it!" you shout. "That's not my name! My name is..."

You think long and hard. You feel a bit woozy and weak, as if you've just gone through a long, mental marathon. You are not thinking correctly, and you are having trouble concentrating.

"I am a woman," you think to yourself. The words give you comfort. "I have always been a woman..."

But no... that's not right, is it?

"My name is... Jennifer."

You struggle and struggle, your head in your hands, as you sit on the cold cement floor in the hallway, and eventually you remember that a few days ago you had a different name, and that you didn't always identify as a woman...

... and you weren't always as obsessed with cocks and cock-sucking as you seem to be (just thinking about them starts to make you excited).

But then your mind seems to settle back, all on it's own...

"I am Jennifer," you think. The words come easily, naturally. They feel like the truth. A deep truth about who you are.

"I am a woman."

"I love to suck cock."

"I want nice big tits."

"My name is Jennifer."

Oh no....