Free-use: Mouth (1A) + Stockings/heels (2C)

You explain your ideal world to an inquisitive Charles, his golden eyes gleaming with a small laugh and a nod as you finish speaking.

"So a world where you, and only you, get to take advantage of the mouths of each and every woman. Not bad my boy, not bad. Easy to see what kind of fetish you have. And then this second part, you want all women to always wear stockings and heels and to have the stocking tops visible? Am I getting this right?"

You explain further. After all, you do want to get this right!

"I see, So it doesn't matter what they wear, as long as they have stockings on and the tops are visible. So women are not restricted to skirts, they can wear shorts too. You sure you don't have a foot fetish too? Whatever, high heels and stockings it is!"

With another nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said. "Here's how things are gonna go down..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well, that cinched it. You open the door and step through into the blinding white light.

*********

You're not sure what you expected but sitting on a park bench wasn't it. Taking a look around, you realize that you're at your home town. Maybe it was all just some vivid hallucination or a day dream? Maybe you merely passed out due to the Sun or something? You weren't thinking of anything special, just calm things. Guess that meant the park.

It's conveniently located as well. You can walk easily to the town center where the shops, bars and other entertainment venues are. Not too far away is your high school and you could catch the bus from there to the community college if you wanted to see your old stomping grounds. And of course, just a few blocks away was your home. Or you could hang around here for a while.