Try to find a way out (Female path)

"Hey, hang on!" You call out to no one in particular. "I thought I was meeting with someone in charge. What's happening here?"

The pleasant voice responds:

"Please lay down on the table or you will not be given a choice in the matter."

The voice makes it sound so simple and appealing, just surrendering control, but you want to resist.

"N-no! Not until someone explains to me what this is!"

The voice responds: "Very well. You have chosen noncompliance."

Before you can do anything else, more vents appear and being releasing a pink gas into the room. You desperately run to one of the vents, hoping to find a way to block it or open it and maybe crawl through like an action hero, while trying to resist breathing any of the pink gas. Unfortunately, you get a face full of it when you approach the vent, and you can't help but take in a big breath.

The gas smells surprisingly good... a rich and sultry perfume-like aroma that makes you think of elegant women you'd see on TV back home on Earth. Movie stars. Heiresses. People who seem to be famous for being famous. So beautiful... so attractive... so happy...

No, you shake those thoughts away and try to cover your mouth but as you raise your arms up you feel an intense pressure in your chest that causes you to gasp in pain. You breathe in more of the gas and it fills your lungs with sweet femininity. The pressure subsides and is replaced with warmth... warmth that fills your whole body and makes you feel lighter than air. You fall to the ground, letting out a soft moan with every breath, and move one hand to your chest. It feels good to touch your chest... no pressure, just pleasant sensitivity that's getting stronger and stronger.

You feel drunk or high, increasingly numb all over your body, and with your other hand you start stroking your rock-hard cock. Only... as you stroke, it's getting less hard. It feels good, better than jerking off has ever felt before, and you don't even notice that it's getting smaller and smaller in your hand until you're just playing with it between your fingers instead of stroking.

At the same time as your cock is shrinking, the hand on your chest notices something growing: A pair of perky B-cup breasts, not huge but perfectly shaped and extremely sensitive. You squeeze your new breasts curiously and feel your body rocked with a wave of immense pleasure, causing you to writhe on the floor and cry out in a soft, girly voice. You also feel something tickling your neck and realize you now have shoulder-length auburn hair.

You move one hand below your waist again but realize your cock is now completely gone, replaced with tight little pussy. You immediately slide a finger in, then another. As your fingers get slick with the juices from your brand new pussy, you start to involuntarily moan in ecstasy, the distinctly feminine sound of your voice filling the small white room, but then another sound cuts you off.

"I'll never understand you man-people." It's a woman's voice coming from right behind you. "You put up such a fight to save those pathetic things, but when we show you the better way to live, you immediately come around to the Titopian way."

Still on the floor, slick with sweat and your pussy juices, you realize the gas has disappeared and you're no longer alone. The woman in the room is wearing black heels, red panties, a white lab coat with a tag that says "Lissa" on it, and that's it... save for shining red cross pasties over her nipples on her enormous breasts. She's holding some kind of tablet and her face is making an unamused little pout. She's a little short and skinny, making her tits stand out even more, and she has fiery red hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

"You don't have much of a choice anymore, but I take it you surrender?" Her pout turns into a little smile.