Accept the headphones

John (or was it Jane?) was already struggling to make rent. If he lost his job he could be homeless within the month. John could not imagine life on the streets. He had already lost his masculinity, but John could not lose his apartment. He wanted an easy way out of this situation and listening to the headphones seemed like the easiest.

"I'll take the headphones," John told Bill.

Bill handed John the device and he quickly placed the two buds into his ears. The headphones were attached to some machine which looked like an old iPod. On the screen of the device, a message appeared, it read: run.file.63?

"Do it," Bill said. John felt compelled to do as told, he clicked on a large button and the file began to play.

"Your name is Jane," said a feminine voice coming through the device. It was sultry and there was the white noise in the background accompanying the voice.

"It's John," John murmured to himself, increasingly becoming unsure if that was true. He felt dizzy and tired. John closed his eyes and the woman continued talking.

"Your name is Jane," the voice repeated, "and you love to listen."

John's attention perked up as he heard the command. He did love to listen, didn't he? Listening was one of John's best abilities. When someone was talking to John he always made sure to clear his mind and pay close attention to what others were saying . John loved it when his mind was vacuous of original thoughts. He loved it when the only voice in his head was somebody else's. Now was a great time for John to indulge in this desire, so he emptied his mind and continued to listen.

"Your name is Jane," said the voice, "and you love to obey."

John did love to obey. When he thought his own thoughts, he got confused and worried. It was so much easier for John when had a strong presence telling him what to do. It made John giddy with delight to follow instructions. It felt natural to have someone else do that awful thinking, it was better to be told what to do.

This voice was so wise. John wished he had heard it before and skipped all those messy parts of his life when his freewill got in the way of his happiness. John would be better now. Happier now. He knew it was his purpose to obey. John's heart raced in anticipation of what command the voice would say next.

"Your name is Jane and you love to be used."

A shiver went down John's back. His hands went slowly beneath his blouse and towards his breasts. There was no bra. He gave them a rough squeeze and longed for someone else to do this to him. John's body was voluptuous and nubile. This body was made for men to use and John wanted it to be used by men. John felt guilty that he wasn't on his knees this very second. Every second his body was not in service was a second wasted.

"Your name is Jane and you love cock."