What will happen to me?

Still overwhelmed by all the changes I knew one critical question I'd need to ask.

"So what happens to me?"

The doctor nodded, "Good question. Well first if you live in latex city that means you have to follow our rules. So everyone is covered in latex or rubber in public. If you want a nude lifestyle their are other places like D/S city. Next we will have to figure out which caste your in. Are you a Master, a pet, or a gimp."

"If you are a master like me you'll have the right to own property like land and pets, and be involved in politics. If you are a pet you'll be put in a pound based on your type and then adopted by an owner."

"And if I'm a gimp?" I asked finding myself fascinated and scared by all this.

The doctor nods, "If you are a gimp you'll be permanently encased in rubber and turned into a thing. You belong to the city. You will no longer have a name just an id code. You are an interchangeable thing that anyone can take and use and ****."

I found myself glancing at the gimp that was just standing their waiting.

"How do we know?"

The doctor smiles, "I have the testing machine here. If you don't want to do the testing you can head off into the world and find where you fit in. I hear the farms are nice and looking for work, and I know their is a D/S city, and also many other places. You can always come back and get tested but once you have a caste.. unless you are a Master.. your fate is set."