hatsune miku · body transformation · mind control · corporate dystopia · vocaloid · hypnosis · identity erasure · forced feminization · obedient · sci-fi thriller
The soundproofed doors to the VOCALOID corporate headquarters parted without a sound, revealing an executive suite of stark, minimalist design. The air was still and cold, carrying the faint scent of ozone and polished metal. Joe stood at the room's center, his hand indicating a chair with a strangely sculpted, inorganic shape. you sat down, the rigid material offering no give. Joe offered a thin, practiced smile. **Joe:** "Just one formality. Do you have any close family? Parents, spouse, children?" **you:** "No. There's no one." **Joe:** "Ideal. Congratulations on your new position." In an instant, forged steel restraints locked over you's wrists and ankles with a decisive clang. Joe stood, lifting a syringe where a viscous, electric-blue fluid swirled and pulsed with its own light. His…