They lied?!

You walk over to the bed, your new body feeling both alien and incredibly sensual as you move. You can't help but let your fingers trace over the soft linens, the silky fabric whispering against your skin. You feel a strange thrill at the thought of what's to come, a mix of fear and excitement that makes your stomach twist in knots.

You’re conscious of the mindprinting that has greatly affected your outlook and emotional reponses. From an intellectual perspective you know you should be unhappy and afraid that you were now the crew’s sex toy. But that wasn’t it at all. You lie down and look at your naked body. You frown. You hadn’t even registered that you were naked. That was weird. You didn't even feel self conscious. Walking around naked was a natural thing. Again intellectually you knew it wasn’t… it must be the mindprinting.

But you should wear clothing. Not for any sense of modesty but because the right clothes would make you even more attractive to your new masters. Again your intellect had a view on this but academic matters didn’t interest you. You wanted to wear clothes that gave your body mystery, that the crew would want to remove. It was like unwrapping a present. Often the anticipation and expectation outweighed the mundanity of a gift.

You went to the clothe replicator and decided to use some of your double pay to find clothing yhat would lead to expectaion and anticipation.

You’d be able to buy a lot with double pay. You looked at your credit balance on the replicator screen. Fuckpet was your official title. Zero credits. Wage zero. Your account was empty. You werent being paid either. You frowned. What the fuck? You felt a pang of indignation. You couldn’t buy sexy clothes!!! That wasn't fair!!!

That wasn't what you agreed too. Wasn't what they had said. Your male intellect struggled against the mind printing. Tried to assert itself. But all you could think was that now your couldn’t replicate sexy outfits.