"Don't worry, Devin, your pampering has only just begun. Now it's time to start."
"Wait, please..." Devin called out, but the voice had gone, and he hung in the restraints. Exposed and vulnerable, "There's been a mistake."
He called out, unsure what the next stage was, he knew he'd be in trouble if he was discovered.
"I'm not a woman... I don't look like a woman! Do I?" he called out into the empty room. He wanted to pitch his voice loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that he wasn't discovered.
There was a click, as the speaker switched back on, and Devin held his breath in anticipation.
"Fixing..." The cold feminine voice said.
"Wait! No!... I'm not some big-tittied bimbo to win a man." He barked.
"Preference accepted." The voice sounded amused, or mocking, but Devin suspected that was more inside his head than in the AI of the booth.
"NO!" Devin wailed, he wanted to thrash in his restraints, but they held him immobile.
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