You open the care package

You know you shouldn't, that this is probably another trap or something that can't possibly help you but your intoxication, curiosity and desperation for release overcome your caution. You sit down at your kitchen table and open the box. You unwrap the pink wrapping paper and find a sleek black wooden box with a hinged edge and small knob that will let you open one of the sides that has "open in private" written on it. With a little trepidation you pull the knob revealing the contents.

There was a tablet screen just on the other side of the door which immediately starts playing a video. You hear music come on all around you, did the box automatically connect to Cerve's sound system? This thought, like all the others about how you really ought to close the box just slide out of your mind, unable to implant, overwhelmed by the pretty pictures and heavy base music. The bottle of pills from the previous box is on the table, without thinking you swallow one without water and nearly immediately your vision blurs and the sounds intensify, you can feel them through your whole body.

The video is another mashup of caged sissies riding dildos passionately except all of these end in the sissies having screaming orgasms. You couldn't think straight but your cock strained in jealousy for their release. Without even noticing what you're doing you've picked the tablet up out of the box and are holding it a foot from your face, fixated on it. Your jealousy of their release has evolved to identification with them. Your inner voice is silenced, maybe some part of you is observing what you are doing and objecting but if it is the objections are not making it to whatever entity is controlling your actions. You find that you are sitting naked except your cage, still staring at the tablet with no memory of where your clothing has gone. A blink later with no memory of the time passing and you're no longer naked, at least not totally, you're wearing something you know must have come out of the box and your face feels like something has been applied to it.

Cerve materializes a mirror in front of you. You shouldn't believe your eyes, this could have been faked easily by Cerve or your hypnotized vision but the part of you capable of doubt was thoroughly disabled at the moment, lost in the hypnotic beat and the video that you now recognize is being played all around you. What you see is what you believe and you see a cute girl, or a sissy, or whatever in pink women's underwear and tasteful makeup standing in your kitchen looking back at you. The bra was surely padded and the panties revealed a subtle bulge but you were undeniably attracted to this feminine creature in a way that had your cock straining against it's imprisonment, a twitchy movement that was reflected in your reflection.