You take a look in Jake's closet and at yourself.

Let's start simple, you think.

Connected to the bedroom is a big closet full of clothes. You found a couple of other closets during your exploration of the house, but those looked fairly unused. This one probably sees a lot more use.
The contents of it are about what you'd expect. Namely, a lot of business attire. Suits, blazers, a few polo shirts. Unsurprisingly, not a lot in your size.
Your thought process is this. Jake hasn't given you a scrap of clothing to wear in the time that you've been... under his employ, let's say. So, it stands to reason that he doesn't want you to wear anything at all. It makes sense, seeing as it would make it much harder to make use of you whenever he wanted.
However, he never explicitly told you not to wear clothes. And whatever brainwashing they did to you doesn't seem to prevent you from wearing them. So, here you are, raiding Jake's wardrobe.

You are given pause, though, when you see yourself in the mirror. Rather, your new self. You haven't had a chance to get a good look at yourself since your transformation. And to be perfectly frank, you don't look half bad. In fact, one could say you're downright beautiful.
First of all, your proportions are perfect. Your breasts are a solid D-cup, not too big but not too small either. Your ass is perfect, no other way to describe it. And you are in the best shape you've ever been. This looks like the body of a gym rat, though you've never really been to a gym in either version of your life. But, you have abs now, so who cares?
Up top, it seems like your hair is growing in. What was formally black and straight is now a shocking shade of ginger, coming down in curls around your ears.
"Jake did have a thing for redheads..." you say to yourself.
It does look kinda gross, though. All greasy and slicked back. You even think you see some dried cum in there. You guess hygiene is the one thing they can't genetically engineer away, huh? You make a mental note to spend whatever goodwill points you earn by not trashing the apartment on a hot shower.

Pulling yourself away from the mirror, you pick out an outfit that you hope will drive Jake wild. A white button up shirt, a black suit jacket and a pair of matching slacks. You manage to find a belt that will keep the pants around your ass instead of your ankles. You do have to pull it as tight as it will go to be worth much but you think it brings the whole thing together.
Over all, it's a fairly nice ensemble. Looking at yourself once again, you can't help but admire your new look. It makes you look like someone worth something, a girl of class and distinction. This woman you see in the mirror? You would have been the last person to catch her eye, back when you were a man. You were a bit of a shlub, less than that.
And don't kid yourself... you would have killed to have a body like this. You've never been the straightest man, to be fair. (As if your dick-sucking skills didn't give it away.) If you had the choice, you would have had a body like this years ago.

But that's the thing. You didn't have a choice. You were ripped of the street by some 1% douchebag who you thought was your friend and stripped of every single thing that made you human.
Your name, your gender, what little of your life you had left! You could have turned your life around. Sure, it would have been hard. You probably never would have attained the kind of things Jake has. But you would have done it. You're sure of it.
Now, you have nothing. Less than nothing. Like Jake said, you're property. A gussied up sex-doll grown in a lab for the sole pleasure of a single man.
And you can't think of a single way to get out of it.

"That's a good look on you."
You're snapped out of your misery by a voice in the door way. Jake leans on the doorframe, eyeing you hungrily.
"Oh, Hey Jake." You say, trying to play it casually.
"Of course, I prefer you with nothing on at all but that's just me."
You reply with "Yeah, well, I thought I would try some stuff. See what kinda fashion works for me now. I, uh, never really thought about that sort-of thing before but, uh..."
You shrug and say "Whole new body, whole new me!"
Jake just looks at you for a while.
"What? What's up?" You say, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him.

"Come out of there." He says.