o this is what he wants me to dress like?

Looking down into the box, you can see crop tops, stilletto heels, jewellery, bodycon dresses, a purse, a handbag, corsets leggings, boots...the list goes on.

Almost everything is a shade of pink.

He wants me to dress like a bimbo.

Stripping off your current clothes, you pull out a few items from the box and put them on. You stand in front of the mirror and strike a pose, examining your new look closely.

I look like a dumb slut.

He obviously wants people to know I'm just a whore for him.

I mean, why bother to pretend I'm not?

I know it, he knows it, and tomorrow everyone else will too.

I wonder how hard he's going to get when he sees me like this?

Another quiet voice appears in the back of your mind, sounding a lot like the Alex of old.

Are you really going to go out in public like that?

Dressed like a complete tramp?

What will people think of you?

Have you no self respect?

You look hard at yourself in the mirror, trying to be as judgemental as possible.

You know for sure that you are going to wear these new clothes tomorrow, if only to keep pleasing Mr. Brown, but you wonder about the effect all this is having on your outlook and attitude.