You're committed to the asylum.

The cops transport you to the state mental institution. It's situated miles from anywhere in heavily wooded hills. The place looks pretty grim, a stark square block surrounded by razor wire and watch towers. The police have to haul you out of the back of the van because you're trembling too much to move. You shuffle along between two hulking officers towards a steel door. Your feet are shackled and a chain runs from them and links with your handcuffs so you can't raise your hands above waist height. The two cops hand you over to two equally intimidating medical orderlies and the firmly but gently steer you through the ominous steel door.

Everything seems to be white inside; the floors,the walls, most of the fixtures and even the uniforms of the staff. You feel sick inside and think with grim gallows humour that if you throw up it would at least add a little colour to the place. You're marched along a corridor and into a medical examination room. A woman doctor and a nurse are waiting for you here, one of the orderlies hands the keys to your restraints to the nurse and then the two men leave the room.

"Sit down honey." The nurse, a heavily built buxum blonde in her mid thirties tells you. "There's no need to be afraid, everyone is here to help you."

You sit on a medical reclining seat. You notice that it has straps and is similar to a chair at a gynocologists. The doctor who is slim and young with short dark hair is reading a clipboard which you suppose has what little information the police have on you.

"I'll be back in one moment nurse." The doctor says. "Please prepare the patient for her examination."

The doctor has to buzz to leave the room and you notice while the door is open that the two big orderlies are standing just outside.

"I'm going to take those nasty chains off you dear." The nurse tells you. "You are going to be a good girl and cooperate arn't you?"

You nod miserably. The nurse undoes the locks and you rub your wrists and ankles where the chain has been chafing.

"I'm afraid you'll need to strip off for your examination dear." The nurse says apologetically. "It's perfectly normal for a new admission. We only want to thoroughly check your health before you're admitted. Are you OK to undress yourself?"

You nod again. The nurse crosses the room and turns her back to you as she readies some instruments. You look around the room and see a closed circuit camara, so even though the nurse is being polite other eyes are on you. You undress, which only takes seconds due to the little that you're wearing. You fold the clothes and set them down next to you. The nurse looks back and gives a little pout of disapproval.

"You'll have to take that collar off too dear." She says, tutting.

You shake your head, and one hand goes to your throat to cover the collar.

"Please dear don't be a silly girl." The nurse scolds you as she would a child. "When I turn back I wish not to see that thing again."

You brace yourself expecting the collar to drop off or vanish and you to revert to your old body. Nothing happens, you look down and your breasts, slender legs and neat shaven pussy are unchanged. The nurse looks back and gives you a wide smile.

"There that's much better." She says brightly. "I'll just take your clothes dear, you'll get them back when you leave here all well again."

You're confused as you can still feel the collar in it's place around your neck. The nurse takes your clothes and places them in a plastic sack to which she attaches a ID tag. You glance down at the steel fittings of the chair and use the reflective surface to look at your neck. There's no collar in the reflection, although you can feel the leather band and metal studs with your fingers. The wish the nurse uttered had somehow been interpretated to render the collar invisible.

"Ahh, all ready are we?" The doctor says pleasently as she reenters the room. "Please lie back on the seat."