Masked Dancer

"I am not going to go out in this and dance in front of a bunch of fags already, give me back my clothes!"

Zach was pissed. He'd already changed for the night, dressed in a revealing singlet, getting ready as a dancer when he realized the venue was filled with men. He'd already been in a fit for a while, his Boss agitated pushed to their last option.

"Fine, I'll get a mask for you to hide your identity and if you're still not comfortable your not gonna dance"

"I already said, I'm not going out there!" Zach shouted.

"Only if you try on the mask first. Then you let me know"

That seemed to shut Zach up, his boss retrieving the mask before returning to his contract.

"Try this on and then we'll see how you feel"

Zach glared daggers, reluctantly pulling the material over his face shutting the world out. He gestured his hands in a 'this good?' position before raising his voice again.

"See? I'm not-" Zach started, his voice suddenly trailing off forgetting what he was going to say.

"What's that?" His boss said, the slightest hint of a mocking tone in his voice.

Zach raised a hand to his head, struggling to recall. He mumbled something unintelligible under the mask before stopping. His hand dropped as he suddenly swayed, trying to regain balance. His movements were weak, his body limp struggling to get back in stance as if he were fighting against his own weight. He finally managed to stand straight again, relaxed with his arms hanging limply by his side, his demeanor changed.

"Flex" The manager commanded, Zach's biceps moving immediately up by his head. Its gaze was held high, confident, not a thought in its head other than to obey orders.

"At ease" The manager continued. Zach's hands fell to the straps of the singlet, head still held in position.

"Good boy" The manager finished, unsure if Zach could even hear. The body seemed to glow with gratitude despite not moving, any expression hidden under the mask. The boss knew what had happened, a dump gimp suddenly in Zach's place. His mind had been cleared, all individuality removed with the desire to serve smothered into his head.

The only issue was the change was permanent.

"These boys will love this mindless toy tonight" The manager said under his breath, sending the drone out. He knew he'd have to tie up loose ends eventually, but he could worry about that later.

The gimp strode off onto the floor, cutting through the people and reaching their platform before starting to dance. It had no other purpose than to please the crowd, unable to stop moving to the beat even if they wanted.