I'm hoping for a good thing, but I'm expecting something perverted.

All at once the cuffs open, the gag deflates, and you stumble out of the frame into a new room.

With a click and a whirr, the frame slides back into the wall, leaving you trapped in yet another room.

"Well, this is just great," you mutter.

TRAINING ENGAGED

"Oh fuck. Not again.

BEGIN LEVEL 3: POSTURE

You look around. Like before, the room is very dimly lit by a single spot-light.

The floor glistens. When you reach down to feel it, you realize it's made up thousands and thousands of shiny metal tiles. They are strange and beautiful. But why metal?

"SHIT!!!" you shout, noticing your legs and crotch.

They are completely bare.

Frantically, you feel all over your body. Every stitch of hair has been removed. Your beard is gone. All of your chest and arm hair -- all gone.

Even your head is completely bald. Except for your eyebrows and eyelashes which are still intact, you look as bare as the mannequin. Your balls look puny, hairless and exposed.

You sit down on the cold metal tiles in disgust. So that had been the purpose of the noxious chemicals! "DAMN this FUCKING STOOPID house and it's DEGENERATE ASSHOLE OWNER," you shout. It would take months, if not years, to grow all your hair back. Of course the house computer doesn't answer. You can feel it's satisfied, superior attitude.

You shiver, hugging your body and feeling sorry for yourself.

_Please step into the shoes_

You look closer at the wall illuminated by the spotlight.

On the floor, there is a pair of high-heel shoes.

Above the shoes, high on the wall, are two black tubes, a larger one and a smaller one, both made of some sort of shiny black fabric.

Please step into the shoes

Says the house computer, ever and always patient.

"Hell no!!"