Jim finds his clothing easily -- it's in a closet with a door that's not exactly concealed, but made to fit in with the walls of the place. The clothes have all been cleaned and pressed, even though they're just jeans, a T-shirt, socks, and underwear. His oldish sneakers are as clean as he's seen them in months. He shrugs, gets dressed, and has a look at what he figures is the exit door. It's not locked, and the knob mechanism and the hinges are silent. He sees a drab corridor, largely bare concrete, with nobody present, no signs of TV cameras or monitoring equipment or alarms. As quietly as possible he walks down the corridor...he comes to a bend and has a peek down the next section: nobody, nothing! At the end of that corridor he finds himself where he came in, near the entrance to the skin warehouse. Is he being let go? Is this place automated, and was his capture and conversion to a young woman and a Jim skin done all by robotic gadgetry not programmed to stop him from leaving? Jim feels at his neck, where he sealed up the seam of the Jim-suit that made his female body back into his usual one, and sure enough, he can just barely detect the seam, and a little hard nubbin like a catch. Jim decides to:
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