Go through the white door

You open the white door and fly through.

You feel a familiar twisting and shifting as your body takes on a new form once again. You look down and see that you are still female and young. You are wearing some kind of flimsy nightgown that is almost see-through, and you immediately notice your new large breasts under the boddice.

You're in a circular stone chamber, with narrow slit windows at regular intervals. There's a bed with white silk sheets against one wall, and a balcony off to the east. You realise it’s a tower.

Gerald is here.

No, scratch that - you're Gerald - but someone definitely wearing your Profile is here. And he looks pretty pissed.

“You just had to find out, didn't you, you little bitch?” Gerald hisses, and slaps you across the face. You recoil from the blow, your cheek stinging.

Gerald lets out a low sigh. “Sorry about that. Any male Profile that gets loaded into this environment is by default dominant. I'm really fighting an urge to stuff your mouth with my cock.”

“Sophie?” you ask.

“None other. I had to go over to your house and hack into my system using your IVR Profile. If I'd used mine, TRAINER would have figured out what's going on. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wanted to know what you did in here,” you reply, a little embarassed.

“Well, let's get you out. I've tunnelled into your DMC and enabled logout privileges. Access it and logout.”

“I - I can't,” you stammer. “At Roissy, they - they made me swallow my ring - my DMC.”

Gerald's eyes widen. “That's new. TRAINER never did that before.”

“So, what now?” you say after a moment.

“Fuck. Well, there are other backdoors I've placed throughout the system. You need to find one and use it to logout.”

“Where should I look?” you ask.

“Unfortunately, I can't tell you. This environment prevents me from telling you anything that might lead to your escape. Damn. Look, TRAINER's monitoring routines will soon notice you've left Roissy without his permission. He's a localized AI - he can only manifest in one IVR at a time, and is constrained to the same movement patterns as any guest in the system. Which means you can keep ahead of him if you move now.”

“Move where?” you ask plaintively.

Gerald looks around, then smiles grimly.

“The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty,” he says. “Okay. This is along the same lines as The Story of O, but it's based on the folktale. In a little while, Prince Charming's going to come rescue you and carry you off into the sunset. Naked and bound, of course. I always liked this one.”

“You're deeply fucked up, Sophie,” you say.

Gerald's face darkens. “For one thing, Sophie, you're the one who's in a shitload of trouble. Don't make it worse. I'm only going to help you if you do exactly as I say. Be a good girl and I might just get you out of this mess. Just remember - at the moment, I'm the one wearing the pants. And the fact that you're disconnected from your DMC is particularly bad news, if I want it to be.”

He's looking at you with a fierce expression. “What?” you finally say, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you're technically disconnected. Your body is technically braindead. TRAINER just wiped all the usual safety protocols. We've already logged in with each other's Profiles. There's nothing to prevent me from ensuring that when we log out, you end up in my body, and I end up in yours. It's common enough among consenting adults. But I don't need your consent in this case.”

You look at him now, a little frightened.

“Why - why would you do that?” you ask quietly.

Your question flusters him for a moment. “Good question,” he says finally. “I don't know why I just said that.” His expression softens, and he looks down at his own body. “It must be your profile,” he says. “I've never logged in as a man before. Do you always feel this...aggressive?”

“No,” you reply. “Do you always feel this submissive?” you ask.

“It comes and goes, but essentially yes. I've wanted to bring it up with you before - I thought maybe you'd be open to experimenting - but I didn't have the courage. Now you've found out anyway.”

“I think just telling me would have been much simpler.”

“Did you...enjoy it?” he asks. Do you reply Yes, or No?