The voice tries to justify her actions. She listens.

"You are not stuck, just committed to what's going to be the best experience in your life. You just have to realize how good it feels to get the most pleasure out of your own body. Then it will never be the same." — Jen bit her lip as she saw her nipples starting to push harder against the dress' confines. Her mind was stressed over her predicament, while her body was enjoying it unconsciously. — "What if these keyholes are a metaphor? What if the key is to release your inner sex beast?"

The girl's lips sprung back in place, forming an O-shape, and she couldn't help but notice that her entire body was wriggling and straining in her outfit. The more she listened, the more horny she was getting. And it only felt right to continue listening.

"Yes. We will become a whole new Jen together. From a party girl who would not mind some intimacy into a shameless slut who craves it every second of her existence. Unhinge yourself and listen to your body only."

"Ohh ffuck, that can't be right, I should get out of here. I can't become that! I can't lose control!"

"But you already want this, don't you? Why else would you put on this shiny dress? You signed quite a deal by doing that."

Jen was already standing. Her six-inch heels were not even touching the ground, her lust made her feel almost lighter than air. And yet there was distance to go. Her mind had no idea where to go, but the second voice was not as indecisive.