Load IVR training module.

You insert the IVR training module into a depression in the side of the processing block that the IVR skullcap is hooked up to and put on IVR interface skullcap and activate it.

At the Enter password prompt you type “iamaslave”

Password: *********

After a brief lag, you're dropped into the white nonspace of the loading sequence...

Program Loading...

Welcome, Sophie Carruthers...

Autoloading Domain “Training Environment”...

Logout privileges rescinded

Editing privileges rescinded

WAN communication rescinded

ERROR: Brainwave pattern not correspondent

ERRORPROBCAUSE: Unknown

ERRORFIX: Initiating Profile adjustment

FIXED

ERROR HAS BEEN LOGGED FOR TRAINER'S ATTENTION

TRAINER GREETING:

Hello, Sophie. It's only been 9 hours since your last training session - a record for you!

You know, such eagerness to please warms my heart. I think you might even be enjoying this! I'll tell you what, I'll give you an easy conditioning regimen this time around - only five days.

As usual, you don't have any choice in the matter. Be a good girl and access your training program right away. Don't make me come there and **** you.

During the course of whatever the fuck that errorfix was, you felt some kind of presence in your mind, tweaking things. You feel...different, somehow.

You find yourself materialising in a pink, circular room lying on the bed.

This is a circular room, about 10 feet across, with a large circular bed in the center. The bed has no boxspring - it just sits low on the ground. Which is just as well, because the ceiling is a little under five feet high.

Everything you see is some shade of pink - the velour on the walls and ceiling, the bedsheets, the vanity pushed up against one wall, under a small shelf. There's a faint odor of incense, and feminine sweat. Dim light emanates from recessed wall sconces, just enough to activate the pink, and cast your skin in a fleshy glow.

You're in what looks like...well, like...like a room belonging to a completely different woman than the one you know. This strikes you as bizarre, to say the least.

For one thing, usually programmers don't use full immersives to do their work in - customized programming environments are far more efficient than simulated bodies.

For another, aside from Sophie's penchant for frilly lingerie, her general attitude and preferences are so tomboyish that this monument to ultrafemininity comes as a bit of a shock. It's like the setting of a soft core porn IVR or something.

Then you realize with a start that not only have you booted into a full immersive, you've booted in using Sophie's profile - you look down at yourself and see Sophie's magnficent tits riding high on your chest.

And a high quality IVR profile too - Alpha quality, you decide - Alpha being indistinguishable from reality, given an impartial observer. It certainly feels real to you. Real feminine.

I suppose that's what I get for snooping around, you say to yourself.

Well, at least you should have access to Sophie's DMC. You send a quick query out into the IVR environment, and see a hairbrush on the vanity flash a bright blue. That must be the DMC interface. Cute.

To access it you can simply access DMC.