"I want to be irresistable to the opposite sex," you say.

"Excellent," she says. "And so you shall be."

The room suddenly goes dark, as if someone turned out all the lights. Then, the room slowly becomes light, but you are not in the same room. You are now in a very elegant, richly furnished room. You become excited, as you see that you are surrounded by close to twenty young, beautiful women, all scantily dressed in sexy lingerie. You start checking out all of these women, trying to decide which one you want to try first, but then you realize that none of them are looking at you.

"Hey, I'm over here," you say, waving your arms.

One of them, a stunning red-head, turns to look at you and says, "Hush up, rookie. You'll get your chance."

Rookie? Who is she calling a rookie? "Hey," you say, "why isn't anyone looking at me?"

"I'm looking at you," a male voice says. You turn and see a young man standing off to the side. An older woman with big hair is standing next to him. "And I'm liking what I see."

"That's Consuela, one of our new girls," the older woman says.

Consuela? You look down and notice that you are also wearing women's lingerie. You touch your hair and it is long, cascading down your back. You touch your chest--you are wearing a bra and your breasts are very large. You touch between your legs, and that familiar bulge is no longer there.

The man comes to you and takes you by your hand, a hand with long, red fingernails. "Consuela, take me to your room. I want to start getting my money's worth."

The other girls start to file out. "I hate it when we get new girls," the stunning red-head says as she leaves the room.

The older lady is holding a wad of bills. You guess that she must be the madame, and you are in a brothel.