As she rummaged through my closet, I started to feel less and less like myself. Had I really thought through all of this? I would have to dress up in those sexy girlie clothes and dance around on stage and possibly even strip in front of a bunch of horny guys. I knew that this wasn't really my body, but I felt an urge to keep to myself and not show it off, especially to guys at a strip club.
Another thing bothered me. It was when my "skills" kicked in when I was in the changing room at the clothing shop. It's like they totally took over and I had no control over what I was doing. What if my "skills" made me do something I didn't want to do?
I really wanted to change my Avatar, but was it worth it to go through all of this?
Suzie turned around, smiling, with an outfit in her hands. "Try this one out."
