The Next Morning

When you wake the next morning, you see that Neha is already up, and you're treated to the view of Neha's wiggling ass as she pulls her tights over her legs. She turns around, gives a brief start when she sees you awake, and shoots you a smile.

"Morning, babe. I didn't want to wake you up." She pauses for a moment. "How are you feeling?"

You wonder for a moment, and notice the same warm and tingling sensation you felt last night.

"I feel fine... the same as last night."

She gives a brief nod of understanding; she must be feeling the same as well. You give the panties and girly clothes that you had tossed the corner of the room the previous night a baleful look. She notices it and laugh.

"Chin up, sweets. We'll be home free as soon as this storm abates. Oh, but don't put on that stuff yet. You need to call your mom and Armand today."

"Yes ma'am..." you grumble.

You do as she says, and wrap the bedsheets around yourself. You call your mother, who is relieved to hear that you're safe, and makes pointed remarks about the hickey on your chest; Armand, of course, is far more supportive of your activities. After your calls are done, you put on your girly clothes, and head to the bathroom where you find a new toothbrush has been laid out for you. You complete your morning routine, and head out to the kitchen, where Selene and Neha are chatting over scrambled eggs and coffee. Neha notices you and calls out.

"Hey babe. Come grab a plate."

"Cups are in the closet to your right - no, not that one - yeah, there you go" Selene adds.

Black coffee. One of nature's many miracles.

Before you sit down next to Neha, she tilts her head up expectantly, and you give her a warm kiss.

"So I was just telling Selene that maybe you could take a look at her washer-dryer. You're pretty handy with computers and electronics and stuff."

"Yeah, no problem. Is that ok, Selene?"

For an instant, you see a hint of something flash in Selene's eyes.

"Oh, that would be fantastic, thanks so much!"

"Great," you respond. "I'll take a look at it after breakfast. Maybe after a shower as well."

"Yes, I can imagine you're quite sweaty after your activities last night."

"Selene!" Neha exclaims, scandalized.

"Oh hush, dear, I own a sex shop, it's hardly the first time I've heard two young lovers have sex. Also, I've laid some new clothes out for the two of you. For you, Ian, I've picked the most masculine clothes I could find, but I'm afraid you'll be rather disappointed."

At that, you and Neha both blush furiously, mumble excuses, and finish your breakfast. You grab the clothes Selene has laid out for you - more plain panties, yoga pants, and some baggy t-shirts - and head to the shower. After you finish, you head over to the nook with the washer-dryer. You ask Selene for some tools, and she gives you a battered set of screwdrivers. It's unusually clean, in a way that most appliances simply aren't, especially around the back of the machine. Just as you start looking for the main computer, you hear Selene's voice drift down the hallway.

"Oh, I noticed you were interested in my wares last night. I've got something you might find interesting to show you. Something I've been consulting on with..." her voice trails off, and Neha's response is indistinct noise. You shake your head, and focus on the task at hand. An hour or so later, you realize Neha was right - there is subtle, but deliberate damage done to the thermometry circuit. Your heart is thundering in your chest, as you realize the implications. Selene has some ulterior motive, and it surely can't be anything good.

You get up, thirsty and weary. You head over to the kitchen, taking a glance in your room along the way- Neha isn't there. As you pour yourself some water, you notice Selene out of the corner of your eye.

"Oh, hi Selene. Where's Neha?"

"Oh, she's checking out an interesting new toy that I have. It's a VR set that's pretty remarkable - it's a fantasy realizer. If you like, I've got a couple of spares you can try?"

"That's pretty interesting. How does it work?"

"Well, you give it your social media, and it scrapes a bunch of data about you from your public accounts and your mentions in the web, and then uses some AI techniques to build photorealistic VR simulations. It also senses when you're close to climax, and settles you down." Selene explains. "I'm quite excited about it, it's really fantastic technology. I'm lucky to be consulting with the company making it, in fact. Go on, try it out - but drink some water first. It locks you in for a while -men around two hours, and women for upto four or five."

Your heart beats hard in your chest. There can be nothing good about this "toy", but Neha seems to have felt it best to take a plunge. You decide to at least take the toy.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot." you finally say.

"That's my boy." Selene brings out a plain cardboard box, with a fairly large headset over it. There are plugs for the ears for sound, and there seems to be a ... locking mechanism, at the back of the head. You carry it to your room, and examine it further. There's a small label on the back - it says "Property of Zygmus Enterprises."

Heart beating, you strip, place the visor over your eyes, lock the earbuds in, and fasten the clasp at the back. For a moment, there is no activity, and then you feel a small electric current at the back of your head magnetizing the clamp, and the VR set comes on. It places you in a beautiful beach, and you can find no flaws in the simulation.

"What is your name"

You speak your name.

"What are your social media handles?"

You list them out.

The beach vanishes, and you find yourself in a glowing, grid-like cage. The word "Processing..." appears before you, and remains for several minutes. Finally, the words "Processing Complete." appear before you. They too vanish, replaced by "State your choice of fantasy: Pink or Blue."