Ava

It starts with the mail.

An official government envelope—thick, cream-colored paper with a dark government seal in the corner. Inside, a single sheet of formal correspondence:

RE: FUTA PROPERTY LAW — NEW ASSIGNMENT

Dear Citizen,

Per Executive Order 7714, the government has issued a new law granting futas the right to select one person as their permanent property to do with as they please. You, the recipient, have been selected by Ava, a registered dominant futa, to become her slave. She will be arriving at your residence within hours—or less, depending on delivery time.

Compliance is mandatory.

— Bureau of Futa Affairs

Your hands tremble slightly as you set the letter down. Before you can even process it, there's a heavy knock at the door. You rush over—but it's not her. It's a package. Large, black, addressed to you in bold handwriting: "From Your New Owner."

You drag it inside. Tear it open. Inside: brand new sissy clothes—frilly panties, short skirts, thigh-highs. Collars. Leashes. Sex toys still in their packaging. A note rests on top in elegant, sharp handwriting:

"Hello SLAVE! I'm making my way to my new home—the one that used to be yours—in 30 minutes! Change your clothes and set these out for my arrival!"

— Ava ♠

The clock is ticking. What do you do?