Ask about the Roissy

“Um. So do you gals know about the Roissy?” You ask. There seemed to be a strong link between GeneIVR and that domain and you are curious how extensive that link is.

Miriam blushes and nods confirming your suspicions. She looks about then confides in a hushed tone. “Yeah. I’m in there a lot. Yesterday I was there as Justine.” She smiles at the memory and you wonder how similar her past is to your own and John’s. Was she a former man too. You don’t get that sense from her but it would be hard to know from just meeting her. You look past her at the bustling office full of young attractive women all dressed in rather revealing office attire. “There was a new Rene...” he expression grows wistful.

“A new Rene?” You keep your face neutral as you feel a sexual stirring at the memory. You remember the encounter with Justine vividly. To get into the Roissy as Rene had required you to dominate Justine - no Miriam - in a most aggressive manor.

The memory is odd. That had been you... Slapping her breasts and then screwing her thoroughly. It had been... well weren’t you more suited to the female role? But yesterday you had been happily screwing Miriam - wait. You were a girl now. You’d swapped into this submissive role and body voluntarily... but you’d enjoyed dominating Miriam as a man the day before. Something didn’t add up here. Were you a dom or a sub or did you switch? Why... the change in roles was off somehow. Was this your choice?

“Yeah,” you agree uncertainly. Why were you a girl now? Had you chosen this... or had you been manipulated? You shake off the thought. You were a submissive girl like Miriam. Yeah.

“Have you tried the **** ship IVR domain run by TRAINER?” She asks hopefully.

“No. What’s that?” You respond, interested by the sound of it.

She grins. “Oh, it’s this great little domain where we hang out in our spare time. Historical setting. Slavegirls, pirates, beaches and skimpy outfits and lots of sex. Lots of kinky situations...” she breaths in and you notice that her nipples have grown erect, pressing against her silken blouse. “I’d love for you to join us there.” She suggests. “Myself and a few of the other girls often log in during our lunch breaks. The company encourages us as long as it doesn’t interfere with our work.”