Yes

There was no damn way she was going to choose whatever the hell this was!

...Is what she'd normally say if she wasn't putting on the thing.

Honestly, she was quite disappointed with herself. She thought she had better standards than this.

The rest of the other suits fade out of the corner of her eye as she reluctantly took off her familiar blue suit for something she would never under any other circumstances wear. She could feel her beating fast and she was sure it was mostly out of embarrassment. Yet she couldn't help but feel like something was tugging at the back of her mind. As if some part of her was excited.

She pushed that thought out.

A chute appeared beside and she knew what it was for. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was going through with this.

The AI said that she couldn't continue unless she donned one of the suits. As far as she knew the AI had complete control of her surroundings.

She sighed and threw her clothing down the chute.

She began to put on the outfit. First, the neon-coloured bra that only covered her nipples, followed by the mesh top that went over it. A furious blush crept into her cheeks as she slowly puts on the ensemble.

The fishnet stockings went over her legs surprisingly easily, as if they were always meant to be there. Of course, she just chalked all that up to the AI simply tailor-making these clothes to fit her.

She tried to place the miniskirt as low as she could, but no matter how hard she tried her pussy would also be in clear view. The thing was just too damn short.

She put on the shoes, small black things that curled in a way that made her stand on her toes like a ballerina and heels that seemed too thin to hold up her weight.

She tested them out for a bit, she thought she would be tripping over herself but strangely enough, they felt comfortable to use. She had no trouble walking in them and she could even run in them. She was so amazed that she didn't notice the changes in the way she walked. The way she now swung her ass and the way she strutted like she was going down a runway at a strip club.

She certainly didn't notice how both her breasts and her ass seem to be a bit fuller, just a bit more squishy and larger than usual. The way her pussy was getting oddly wet and that strange heat building at the back of her soul.

She grabbed the belt, the gun was situated in its holster and it seemed to be an average model that the Federation uses if only changed into a neon colour scheme. She checked some of the pouches and found that while some had an ammo clip, most of them just had long strips of unopened condoms.

She bit her lips, only noticing now a strange heat building up inside her as she put on the belt.

Finally, the last two things, are the hoop earrings and the neon choker.

She put on the earrings, noting how light they feel, and how they make her more complete. She wasn't sure why but that's how it felt.

Finally, she held the choker in her hands. It was only now that she noticed how casually she was taking it. A while ago she was disgusted, outraged. Now she felt, confused.

She looked at the neon-coloured choker that shouted the word "Slut" to the world and she should be repulsed. Yet here she was, genuinely thinking about putting it on.

She looked down at her body and she began to wonder if her breasts were that big before, why she was now wearing a mesh top with a miniskirt that barely did anything to hide her nether region. Why does she feel so hot? Why does she feel so oddly excited at all of this?

It was this place she realized. It was changing her. Warping her. Turning her into something else entirely. What truly scared her wasn't the fact that she was being changed, but the fact that on some level, she was quite curious about it all, quite excited.

Some part of her brain, deep and repressed, wanted to embrace this. Wanted to see what was at the end of this bizarre tunnel.

She stared at the choker in her hands. She thought for a bit, and then, she made a decision.

She wanted this.

She put on the choker and felt a strange weight lifted off her shoulders. Her inhibitions began to fall by the wayside and she felt excited.

A mirror materialized before her and she saw her new self. Dressed in that mesh top and fishnet stockings, she looked like she wanted to get fucked from both sides and she didn't mind at all. In fact, she was starting to imagine various sorts of erotic situations she could get herself into.

It was this strange place and these clothing that were putting them into her mind, she was sure of it, but at the same time, she welcomed it. She messaged her breasts and felt a tingle run through her spine. They felt more sensitive, in fact, her entire body felt even more sensitive, more erotic in nature.

But she couldn't help but feel like something was missing like she needed something to complete her. That's right, she needed to become more. To sink deeper into her newfound depravation.

As if in response to her will the entire world changed. The void of nothingness shifted into a hotel room.

It was the kind you'd find on a seedy entertainment planet. Where vice reigned supreme. There was a large heart-shaped bed in the middle of the room, facing a large holographic television. The room itself was hot pink, windowless and perfect for a private moment between two, or perhaps more.

Seems like the AI made an entire world just for her to explore her newfound self.