Don't change

You down your drink, and for a moment you feel on top of the world as the **** kicks in. Then suddenly you notice that the dance floor is swimming in front of your eyes...

You wake up an indeterminate time later shivering uncontrollably.

You are completely naked, lying on a couch in a cold, dimly lit room.

As you get up, you see that there is a table next to you. On it are some clothes. Looking more closely, you see what is clearly a woman's blouse, a pair of black leggings and a bubble-gum pink pair of panties. You aren't happy to go out in public dressed like this, but you know you can't stay in this room naked and freezing.

You slip into the clothes, and even in your confused state enjoy the caress of the leggings on your thighs.

You try one of the doors in the room but find it to be locked. Opening the other door, you find it leads to a darkened hallway with a single other door at the opposite end. You nervously walk to the other door and crack it open.

Inside is a full-sized theatre with seats for perhaps 400 people. It is about a third full, mostly with very poshly dress people. It is also warm. Against your better judgment, you creep through the semi-darkness to an empty row of seats, snuggle down low in your seat to avoid being seen and finally turn to look at the stage.

Multi-colored lights sweep over black floorboards, alternately hiding and illuminating a dancing woman.

It is hard to tell if she is nude or wearing a flesh-toned body stocking--she uses the two feathered fans in her hands to give tantalizing glimpses of long, toned legs and an athletic torso. Dropping one fan, she kicks one leg vertically up above her head, grasping the calf to hold it in place.

The stage lights come on fully, revealing that she is indeed quite nude. She holds the pose for what seems like an eternity, allowing the audience to inspect every inch of her nearly perfect form. The she smiles ravishingly, bows, and walks off stage.

A man in a silver sequined blazer and no tie walks on stage.

"Thank you again, Ms. Diabolique! Next up, Charlie has been a very bad boy--let's see what Mistress Karen has in store for him!"

From behind a curtain, two more muscular and shirtless men wheel out a pale, thin young man, naked and tied to an X-frame. A sharp click-click noise is followed by the entrance of Mistress Karen--tall, black leather-clad and in her mid fifties.

"Count, ****!" she purrs, her deep voice obviously amplified and cruelly amused.

Using a riding crop, she works over Charlie's body, starting with the inner thighs. He must be used to this treatment, because while he whimpers and flitches, his counting voice never falters.

You watch in fascination and revulsion as the scene lasts far longer than you could imagine. Finally, Mistress Karen gestures to the two men, who release Charlie. He collapses on the floor, but after a few seconds, crawls off stage. Mistress Karen waits until he is gone and takes a bow.

You are clapping with the rest when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It is the bartender, an evil grin on her face. She holds out a photo on her phone.

It is you, putting on the pink panties a moment ago.

"You are the next act," she says, her eyes alight with amusement.

She leads you to a dressing room, where a jaded-looking older woman is sitting.

"The usual, Jen."

The woman nodes.

"Sit," she says to you.

There is no mirror, so you can only guess what is happening to you by the makeup you see her holding and the feeling as she touches it to different parts of you face. You've been growing your hair a bit--it's not a luxurious length or anything, but she spends some time on it with brushes and some hairspray.

Finally she spins you to the mirror.

You almost jump in shock--the face looking back at you is unfamiliar. Crimson lips, pale blue eye shadow, seductively wavy hair. You look like a girl.

"Outfit's over there--spare pair of panties too, if you want them." she says, obviously having lost all interest in you.

The "outfit" is a sheer pink lace nighty, choker necklace and white high heels. There is also a pair of red panties.

Do you

Keep your pink pair or change into the red ones?