Chapter 4: Awake

Carlos awoke in a small room. He immediately recognized it as one of the Sucker dormitory rooms where they kept the Suckers between shifts. The room had a small bed, a toilet, and a shower. He knew every inch of these rooms and how they were stocked. He knew they gave the Suckers a few entertainment options too. Looking over at the bedside dresser he knew there was a small radio, TV remote, and an assortment of dildos hiding within.

Standing up from the bed, he realized he was naked, which was initially concerning, as the door to the dorm was bullet-proof glass and fully transparent. Reaching up to his neck he found what he expected, one of the new collars that reported the girl's vitals and emitted the client-arrival vibe-chime. He wasn't completely sure of all the features of this particular collar, it looked fairly ordinary in the mirror.

A dark thought flitted through his mind as he looked in the mirror. With as much **** as he could muster, he slammed his fist onto the glass.

Nothing happened. Looking closer at where his fist was in relation to the mirror... The mirror was set behind the same 3 inches of bullet proof glass that the door was made out of.

"Fuck!" He shouted. The noise echoed strangely in his new cell. He had thought the cells were sound proof, but was never motivated enough to make sure. Who cares if someone patrolling the halls hears a girl moaning.

Carlos knew there was a camera monitoring his cell, but couldn't remember exactly where they'd installed it. It had been so long since they'd initially built these rooms, and someone else had taken over management of this aspect years ago.

*So some jackass is checking out my naked body in the monitor room, fucking great* Carlos thought, trying to be casual as he glanced around for a sign of the camera. He spent a few minutes glaring around at various corners before noticing how achy his body was.

Carlos felt like he had a cold. His muscles were beginning to ache, and a deep throb started in his bones. Suddenly feeling weak, he let himself fall back onto the small bed, his feet hung over the edge, which reminded him of his comfortable full sized bed in his real bedroom. He quickly passed out, the early stages of the transformation draining his energy.