"Perhaps you'd prefer Bambi, or Candi. Maybe Star or Roxy. We've yet to staff the gentleman's club downtown, we can always make you more curvy. You'll need to fill out the costumes of course. Or maybe something more domestic?" She turns her attention to the tablet, and starts to tap away. "Ah yes, plenty of our construction crew is still single, and this growing town will need many children..." She lets the thought linger unresolved.
"I won't do it. I won't do any of it." Brayden insisted grimfaced.
"Hmm~" The woman smirked. "I'll explain things once, and only once. You'll do whatever you're told. Maybe that will take a few rounds of processing~" she took a certain delight in the word. "But there is no going back to the useless vandal you were before. Our algorithms saw it fit to give you a chance at redemption. Before, you defaced the town. Now? You get to clean it. If you refuse to clean, we'll make you more compliant, if you still resist, perhaps a role that doesn't require your cooperation." She takes a few steps away. "For now, a demonstration..." She smirks, walks to the large window opposite the entrance. There, a row of small clay pots hold a variety of succulents, and snake plants. She picks up one, examines it briefly, then drops it.
Brayden jumps at the crash, but the lady simply smirks as she turns back towards Brayden, and passed him something.
"Here is your ID, phone, and planner, all in one." Her voice turned grave. "You leave in 30 minutes, I suggest you get dressed and clean quickly if you plan on leaving on time."
She turns to leave, then looks over her shoulder. "I visit everyone after processing. Do as you're told, and you will never have to see me again. Don't, and know that what you're experiencing is only a taste of what we can do."
She turned, walked out, and the door clicked behind her.
Silence hung in the air for mere moments before Brayden scrambled to his feet, He would be getting dressed, but had absolutely no intention of cleaning jack.
He padded around the room clumsily, almost desperately, ignoring his new body in favor of haste. He found a countertop with a stack of neatly folded clothes atop it. He slipped the simple white undergarments on with a practiced ease, marveling ever so briefly at how easily he managed the clasp of the bra. He found a simple black skirt next. It'd have to do. The shirt, was somewhat curious. It was a white collared button up made of a near sheer material, but the short sleeves, wide collar were trimmed in a simple black band. With a huff, he tossed the black hairband and white bow... neatly atop his head, holding back all but his meticulous bangs. There was a final piece of fabric he did not recognize it. A long black lace band, holding what he could only describe as a white bib with black lace. With a shake of his head, he discarded it promptly... by tying the dress apron neatly around his waste. After ensuring the two tails of the bow in the small of his back were even he turned his attention to his escape.
She crept to the door, but remembering the noises she'd heard before, instead turned to the window. There she peaked out, noting with satisfaction that it was only the second floor. She slide the window up, and open, removed the screen, then paused.
