Jen lets him speak.

“I’m Jen. Nice to meet you, I guess...”

“Nice to meet you, too... You see, when I woke up there, they made me wear this suit ...” — Then he made a pause. — “Ah, what am I saying... They made me make and wear this suit. Skin-suit. It would deflate and tighten and... I quickly realized that, no matter who I was, where I’ve been and how big is my family, I want to stay like this forever. As a woman. Like, real quickly.”

“I also can’t remember my family. Even faces, you know? Like they were erased on purpose.” — Jen smiled bitterly. This guy was just an unfortunate soul like herself. — “There are Keyhole Sealers everywhere. You should have brought one if you wanted to make your decision permanent.”

“Like you did?” — Olorunyomi asked, nodding towards her pussy.

“Yeah. Like I did.” — Jen admired her own permanent decision. — “And... Open it, then seal it, then go. Something like that. Are you sure though? We have different hygiene, different routines. After all, what if you live where women have less rights than men?”

“’Open it...’” — he opened the door. There was just all-consuming blackness out there. — “I am not sure. But I think I have enough time to decide. Good luck, Jen.” — he smiled.