Look through third mirror

You look through the one-way mirror.

The chamber on the other side of the glass is brightly lit, and empty save for a small free-standing mechanical device.

As you look, however, a door opens, and a young woman is led in by a tall man. The woman is naked, slim and pretty, with long black hair. The man is wearing a lab coat.

“Come along, Penny,” he coaxes the girl, who must be about twenty years old. “This won't take too much time.”

The girl looks at the machine, then looks up at him, wide-eyed. “What does it do?” she asks..

“You know what it does, dear,” he answers. “So why don't you tell me?”

She returns her gaze to the machine, hesitant, trembling a little. “It's going to - to cap my DNA. I'll be stuck as a girl.”

“Yes. And it also, incidentally, tags you with an implant, that will let your owner track your location, among other things, and gives him a suite of tools for overriding your voluntary responses. He'll be able to **** you to assume any position he desires, and will even be able to cause you to orgasm on demand.”

“Is - is he here?” Penny asks, looking over at the one-way mirror.

“He's not watching you now, if that's what you mean. These rooms are for you to prepare yourself for him. He's waiting outside the last room.”

Penny looks a bit crestfallen at this. “This was her idea, you know,” she says.

“His idea, Penny. Remember, you aren't Joseph any more - he is. And in any case you can't argue that any of this doesn't figure large in your fantasies. You're complicit in this, Penny. Now. If you please,” he says, indicating the machine with a jerk of his head.

Penny's eyes are fixed on the machine. After a moment, she takes a step toward it, then another.

Suddenly a whirring flash snicks her left thigh, and a drop of blood beads on her naked flesh. She stares down at it, smudges it with a delicate fingertip. Looks at the red stain on her finger.

“That's it?” she asks.

“That's it,” the man nods. “Please continue through the next door. Now I have to leave you; I have some business to attend to.”

The man leaves through the door the pair entered through. Penny crosses her arms over her breasts nervously. After a moment she walks toward the one way glass. You watch her as she examines her unfamiliar form in the mirrored glass, unaware of your eyes on her. She bites her lip nervously, hesitates, then heads toward the door in the south wall. She opens it, takes a breath, and steps through.