In a fetish clothing store

Your hand jerks as you try to press a safe area, and moves to hover over an unfamiliar location in what you know to be a sketchy part of town. As you start to yell at your sister for messing with you, you find your location shift rapidly, becoming more and more detailed, like models of a game loading in, until you hear the voice in your head saying Loading Complete. You look around and you see yourself surrounded by clothing suspended on racks and realize that you're in a clothing store - a rather well made up one at that, despite the area. But looking more at the details, it's definitely not a typical clothing store. Just in the rack of apparel close to you, you can see a large amount of various female fetish wears; french maid uniforms, nurse outfits, genie costumes, among other racy ensembles. The chat box pops up again.

Sarah: Ooh, you want to dress up, huh? A little character customization? Though, I wonder why you'd choose a place like this... ;)?

You can practically hear her giggling mischievously, though her tone and insinuations fill you with a horrible uneasiness being in a place like this.

Bitch: You know as well as I do that I didn't want to go here!

Sarah: Well, we're here now, so we're going to make you up! And when I say that, I mean more than just clothing.

Before you can ask what she means, the area around you begins to shift again, and you find yourself in a nice-looking changing stall, with three mirrors in front of you, reflecting your image, clad in nothing but underwear. On the left mirror, you see a set of options arranged to look like a menu. But what's worrying is the fact that, while there's an option for clothes, there are also appearance options like hair, gender, body shape, and so on. You don't like this one bit, and you have a feeling that you have no input in this menu as you stand with your arms down to your side, a classic idle animation.

A cursor runs along the left mirror, and highlights several options, and plays with various swatches, selections, and sliders...