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Chapter 65 by sipainting sipainting

Do you fall asleep, or stay up thinking?

I stay up for a while, thinking.

That night you lay awake for a long time, thinking.

I feel trapped, of course. There's no doubt about that.

Trapped with no hope of escape, and nothing to do but to follow the house computer's orders.

You reflect that there's a certain amount of clarity and ease in feeling so desperately, absolutely, trapped. There is nothing you can do except follow the computers instructions.

If the door opened to the outside right now would you walk through it to freedom? Would you walk out and never look back?

Of course you would.

But... would you?

You think about the last few days, and how you feel about it. Do you feel like a laboratory mouse in some weird experiment? Do you feel like some sort of pawn in a life-sized chess game?

No...

No, what it really feels like is that you are an army recruit ins some bizarre, basic-training program.

You are being both physically and mentally conditioned by the machine.

Your body is scrubbed hairless, your posture is corrected, quite probably your personality is being chemically modified with ****, your muscles are being stretched (!!!) and exercised, your anus is loosened to accept ever larger invaders, and now you are a makeup and posture expert.

But why? To what purpose?

As you think about your training so far, you put a hand up to your ear. You feel the earpiece, still glued firmly into your ear. It's a relatively small piece of hard plastic.

(*ting*) I am Jennifer.

the earpiece says, very softly in your ear, as if on cue.

"I am Jennifer," you reply, laying back onto your bed and pulling the sheet over your body.

(*ting*) I am a woman.

"I am a woman."

Feeling something, you reach down and hold your (still sore) penis, which you now realize has actually become semi-hard. "I'm hopeless," you think to yourself.

(*ting*) I want to be obedient and submissive.

"I want to be obedient and submissive."

(*ting*) I am Jennifer.

"I am Jennifer," you say, sleepily.

(*ting*) I am a woman.

"I am a woman...."

The mantra continues until you fall fast asleep.

What do you dream about that night?

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