Something humiliating and emasculating, because, to my everlasting shame, that turns me on.

Unlike all of the other rooms this new room is well lit, with a full-length floor-to-ceiling mirror on one wall and a series of doors on the opposite wall.

TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 7: FIGURE AND DRESS

"Geez, how many levels are there?" you wonder.

Please step into the closet.

Says the voice in your ear.

You look up to see one of the doors on the opposite wall open. The closet is very small, no larger than a phone booth, with a low ceiling.

You walk up to the closet but stop at the door.

Step into the pants.

You look inside the closet and see a pair of flesh-colored rubber pants hanging about two feet off the floor, attached to the wall by some cables and tubes and a pair of metal arms. The arms look like some sort of mechanical valet, waiting to help you to dress.

This seems to be similar to the leotard situation.