Finally, yes

The rig rotates to the right, and ahead you see pure blackness. Then a rectangle begins to open up, first from above your head then sliding down, leaving a door sized white shape in front of you. The rig rock and starts moving towards it, like a light at the end of a tunnel. It moves forward slowly, and eventually your eyes are overcome with how bright it is.

When they adjust you are in a white room, in it is a desk with a computer atop it, a chair, a set of drawers, and a door. Two orderlies walk in and begin to unstrap you from the device. They carry you over and set you down in the chair, knowing you can't stand after your ordeal. You sit there half conscious, still parsing what's going on, when a female doctor walks in. She steps over to the computer and begins typing away, not acknowledging you at first.

"Patient 9654." she says, "Starting today you're our property." she taps at the keyboard some more, "We know very little about you, but that doesn't really matter. You've been processed, and you are now on sovereign land. You were shipped on as 'testing supplies' and that's what you are. Here human rights don't apply to testing supplies, got it?" She asks, but doesn't give you a chance to answer. "We have your arrangements made for now, so we're going to set you up for the night, and you'll begin learning your new lot tomorrow." She walks over to the dresser and pulls out some clothes and puts them down. "You're a medium." She tells you, doesn't ask. "The clothes are unisex, so get dressed quickly and we'll get you moved to your room." She walks over to the computer and goes back to ignoring you.

You stand up, on wobbly legs, and walk over to the desk where the clothes are, and thoughtlessly do as you're told. First you put on the white cotton socks, you pull them up to your calves. The protection on your feet is the first thing you think about after all the tickling. Next you pick up the underwear, they're white and gauzy, unisex, halfway between a pair of briefs and a pair of panties. You put them on begrudgingly, thoroughly embarrassed, but knowing better than to disobey orders. Finally you slip on a pair of unisex hospital scrubs, baby blue. The underwear and uncomfortably tight, they ride up your behind and press your caged manhood reminding you of your situation.

"Follow me." The doctor says, not even looking at you. She walks out the door and you follow trying to keep up with her long strides. You walk down several sterile looking hallways until you get to a door with a sign above it stating "Patients wing". From here you pass a desk, and the doctor scans her ID card. The secretary and the desk nods and look sat you with interest. You follow the doctor past several doors to what you assume are patients rooms, each with a heavy lock and a small barred window. Finally you arrive at room 118. She opens the door and points in. You follow where she's pointing and see the room. It's rather barren, there's 2 beds, 2 desks, 2 dressers, 1 mirror, and a small door leading to a tiny bathroom without a shower. You see the one set of furniture is clearly lived in, and the other empty and waiting for you. "Your roommate will be in shortly. She's been here a while and will show you the ropes." You're surprised to hear the doctor say 'she'. "Yes I can tell your reaction already, men are all the same like that. Well since both sexes are **** to wear 'protection'" She stares at your crotch as if to acknowledge the chastity belt "we really don't have any reason to segregate by gender. Anyway any questions will be directed towards her. Behave and you'll do fine, disobey and well, you can imagine." The doctor curtly closes the door and walks out and locks the door behind her.

You sit on your bed and stare at the wall for what seems like an hour, just taking in your current situation. Finally you hear a key put in the door and unlocks it. As it opens you see a single orderly escorting your roommate.