I'm exhausted, but also obedient. So yes, I will talk to the house computer.

After all, you owe everything to the house computer, don't you?

"I am a slutty little sissy," you say to gain entrance, which is still as humiliating as the first time. On cue, the front door unlocks and you step inside. You are exhausted and tired, but now you look at the house with entirely new eyes.

"This is all mine now," you say in a hushed voice. "This is my house."

Of course, it still doesn't feel like your house, and probably won't for decades. But still, this is a moment of amazement, as in, 'what have I done?' and 'is this for realsies?'

Hello, Jennifer.

Eep! It's still talking to you! OMG.

"Ummm, hello?" you ask, tentatively.

Suddenly the voice changes from a feminine voice to an older, masculine voice.

This is Jack, could you come down to see me? Whenever you get the chance.

"Ummm... Okay."

Well, no time like the present.

You walk to the kitchen and discover the door to the basement is now open. After descending the stairs to the corridor (which you know so well, now). You discover all of the doors are open!

You take a few moments to wander through the complex which is now so familiar. There's your bedroom, the first mannequin, the makeup room, the exercise room and the dressing room.

You end up with the realistic mannequin of the younger Jack Hewitt. He looks up at you when you enter and starts to talk.

Hello Jennifer. I suppose you are wondering why I've taken the trouble to invent all of this? Well, ever since I made my first fortune I've never had need for money, and so I made it my life's mission to fulfill my fantasies. Fantasies of **** feminization, as you may have guessed.

I couldn't find any woman or man who wanted to help me, or none that I could trust, so I invented all these machines instead.

And so this is how I spent my life, inventing these machines and playing with them. And of course, along the way I created numerous spin-off technologies which are primary sources of revenue for the charitable foundation which you now run.

A few years ago, when I realized I was getting old and slow, I reprogrammed the machines to create the training programs which you have experienced. The idea was to find someone like me, someone who shared my fantasies and would therefore preserve the machines for some time. Really I was seeking a kind of immortality, I suppose, by living my life through you, even though I would never meet you in person.

And it worked! I am so grateful. You went through all the training and passed all the tests from the first day you entered. You fully deserve the financial reward that you have received. Thank you for fulfilling my dream and sharing in my fantasies.

The mannequin pauses.

"Uh... you're welcome?" you say. "It, ah, revealed parts of me that I didn't know existed. Thank you, actually."

But that may be too complex a concept for the machine, because it just continues with it's recitation.

But now, my dear Jennifer, you have a choice.

Choice A: I will shut down the computers which run the house and turn off the power to the machines. You will find a solvent for your prosthetics under the kitchen sink, with instructions. You can return to being Paul with all of my assets and the salary from the foundation and with my blessing.

OR, Choice B: Leave the machines on. Leave your prosthetics in place, enjoy the computer programs which I have created, and continue to follow the instructions of the computer.

What is your choice?

You pause for only a few seconds before deciding.

"Choice B!" You say, firmly, completely certain that this is what you want, but also excited and nervous (and no longer tired at all, for some reason!).

Thank you!

Says the voice in your earpiece.

*CLICK*

The door automatically closes behind you.

TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 11: ANAL SLUT

Says the computer, now back to the female voice.

You grin with anticipation.