Aaron stepped into the bustling department store, his light brown hair falling in a shortish bob that framed his brown eyes. He wore a simple mint t-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers-nothing that would draw attention. Beneath it all, hidden from the world, were the secrets he couldn’t escape: a bra cupping his chest, smooth nylon panties, and suntan pantyhose that whispered faintly against his skin with every step. Only the most observant shopper might have noticed the sheer hose peeking at his ankles, but no one did.

A delicate choker sat snug around his neck. It looked like simple jewelry, but it was far more.

He took a hesitant step forward. The choker emitted a soft, almost polite beep.

Aaron froze, then turned right. The choker vibrated sharply against his throat. He quickly corrected course, turning left instead. The vibration stopped.

He followed the silent commands, weaving through aisles until the choker guided him into the cosmetics department. There, it pulsed once-gentle but insistent-toward a display of lipsticks.

He resisted, jaw tightening.

The choker responded by tightening, slow and merciless, cutting off just enough air to make his vision blur at the edges.

With trembling fingers, Aaron picked up a tube of deep rose lipstick. The pressure eased immediately.