Try on the dress

You discover that the panties are actually much stranger than you understood, covering your cage in the front but completely backless. With the skirt being completely transparent, the outfit will reveal your bare bottom to the world.

Glancing down at your flat, male chest, you are glad that at least you don't have to be embarrassed at what shows through the top of the dress. A pair of metallic heels finishes the outfit. As you walk out of the room, you realize that the door is now unlocked and partly open. Through the crack, you hear mingled voices and music.

Whatever is on the other side of the door is preferable to being locked in a tower you decide: you push through.

You find yourself in a bar or club. It is dark and richly furnished, with soft leather armchairs all around and a central bar with an extensive wall of bottles that even at this distance look expensive.

As your eyes adapt to the darkness, you begin to see people. You jump as a woman walks by--she is wearing exactly the same outfit you are! You are momentarily jealous of how her breasts fill the top of her dress. But glancing down, you are startled to see that your chest now matches hers.

Your chance to explore this change is brief--a voice almost shouts in your ear.

"It's about time you got here!"

You turn to see a young woman in a white sleeveless top and black leather trousers. Despite the hectoring tone she used, she is smiling.

"Don't worry--it looks a bit overwhelming at first, but you'll love it. You can start by just bringing Ms. Jones his scotch."

She points to a crystal glass on the bar with a rich amber liquid in it.

As you turn to get it, she whispers in your ear: "The job is bringing the drinks--anything else is up to you..."

As you carry the drink across the room to Mr. Jones, you notice several more women (?) in your outfit, perched comfortably on mens' laps. Your survey of the room, though, is interrupted by a firm hand that has slipped under your skirt and gripped your bottom hard...