Stay.

You reassure yourself that the request is perfectly normal, just as it's acceptable that another woman see your naked body in circumstances like this. You untie the knot holding your wrap dress closed and open the front, letting the material relax and slide down your arms. It's surreal to be standing in nothing but men's sandals and a smartwatch so you kick off the sandals; you were anxious to be rid of them anyway.

Cindy's eyes gleam with delight as she takes your dress to carefully hang it on a nearby rack. She faces you, openly staring at your naked skin for several seconds as if considering something.

You bring your hands in front of your body to cover yourself and she clicks her tongue.

"No need for that, sweetheart. We're both girls here, yeah?" She approaches, measuring tape in hand. "Besides, I need to get your numbers. Arms to your sides, please."

The clerk stands behind you and moves the tape around your body. Her hands manage to brush across both of your nipples quite a lot more than you think is absolutely necessary as she collects measurements. She touches you a lot, actually, gently grabbing a wrist to reposition your arms, or idly placing a hand on your waist now and then.

"You're a very attractive girl, you know." she says as she wraps the tape around your slender waist, letting her fingers caress the flesh for a moment before pulling the tape snug. "Practically perfect." The tape slides a little further down to the swell of your hips, again accompanied by a soft brush of Cindy's fingers.

"Flawless skin, luxurious hair... all this must take an awful lot of effort to maintain. What products do you use?" She speaks in a soft, soothing tone as her hands very gently roam your body, taking a surprising number of measurements, such as individual biceps and thighs, your wrists, even your neck. In just a few short minutes you grow rather accustomed to her gentle touch and **** yourself to just let her do her thing.

"Oh. Uh... I don't remember."

"I see," the smile is evident in her voice even though you can't see it. Hands on your shoulders, she turns you around to face her and then she lowers herself to her knees to measure the distance between your waist-line and your crotch.

Her fingers trail shamelessly down your skin through your somewhat wild bush and you find yourself blushing, wondering why you didn't groom yourself better.

"You know," she said, pausing to clear her throat as she wraps the tape firmly around your left ankle, "if I were a suspicious person, I'd say you're on X-Change." Spread your legs for me, please."

You shift your feet further apart without thinking about it, then a little more at a gentle nudge from her fingers. "X-Change? I don't... what is that?" The word skittered across your memory but it really feels like you should know what that is. "That... sounds familiar."

Cindy's hands close around your right ankle with a soft click and she laughs. "Yeah, right. You expect me to believe you've never even heard of it?" She stands up, measuring tape draped across the back of her neck. "Hands."

The word X-Change still bouncing around in your mind, you respond on autopilot and offer her both of your hands. Cindy slips a thick coil of rope over both of them, pulling firmly on one loopy bit that cinches the whole thing snug around your wrists, trapping them.

"Hey, what's this?" You try to step back but realize that your legs are bound somehow and you're unable to move freely. You glance down to see that your ankles are each connected to either end of a metal rod that forces your legs to remain far apart. You immediately recognize a spreader bar. "What are you doing??"

Cindy attaches your wrists to a hook that hangs from the ceiling, then pulls on another rope which draws your arms up high over your head, stretching you helplessly. She ties off the end to a hook set into one wall and then turns to regard you with a smile.

"Oh, hush. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to have a little peek at your 'purse' and see if you're carrying any ID. I suspect you're not. Because I think you're on X-Change. Probably for the first time based on how terribly unprepared you are." She snatches up your makeshift purse and pulls back the zipper to dump the contents onto a chair.

You struggle pointlessly against your predicament. "No! Please, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not on anything; I just want some clothes."

She's barely listening, sorting through the contents of your bag, seemingly uninterested in the envelope full of cash. "Can you tell me why you don't know anything about yourself that a real woman would know?" She picks up the official form that would get you a government ID. "Or why a grown woman wouldn't already have ID?"

You shake your head, genuinely bewildered. "No... all I know is I woke up in a weird house and I don't know anything about anything. I have some kind of amnesia..."

Cindy finds the scrap of paper with your address. "Huh. Cute." She jots down your address on the notepad where she's recorded all your body measurements. "Now I know where you live. This is going to be fun." Rifling through the stack of documents, she discovers William's letter as the last page and begins reading. Then she gasps and looks back at you. "Oh, wait. For real? William?"

You shake your head. "I think he lives in my house but I swear I don't know him. Please."

She silences you with a finger to your lips, drawing her face close to yours to peer intensely into your eyes. "Well I'll be damned. He actually did it." She carefully returns your things to your bag and zips it closed.

"Are you going to let me go?" You're not quite sure what happened, but if it means you can go, you don't really care.

"Yes, I can't really sell you to the boys, much as they'd love to have a cute thing like you. We need William more. In fact..." She disappeared into a side room, returning a moment later with another small box and a bowl of water. "I owe him a lot of money."

Dragging a small table over, she places the box and bowl atop it and opens the box to reveal a shaving kit.

Your eyes widen. "What are you doing?"

Cindy just chuckles and picks up some small scissors. "A favor. If I know William, he would be horrified that you're walking around with a bush like this. Hold still, sweetheart. You're only going to risk injury if you struggle."

She reaches between your legs to your **** sex and starts snipping away at your dark curlies.

All you can do is shut your eyes and hope for the best. You cannot believe this is really happening. But of course, somehow, this William person is still ruining your life.