"No, you're not." A silhouette of a man outlined in green light against the infinite black appeared. "Welcome, Britney Spears, to your virtual reality prison."
"Virtual Reality?" Britney felt at her body for the helmet and gloves that had been so visible during the VR fad of the 1990s, but she couldn't feel anything.
"Don't bother," the man said. "Your physical body does not currently exist. My associates and I have digitized your form into this virtual space. You can't escape. Your only choice is to do what we say. If you don't, we'll just make you do what we want anyway."
"You can't be serious," Britney protested. "This is impossible. Let me go!"
"Perhaps a demonstration is in order," the man said. "Gentlemen?"
More silhouettes appeared, all with their attention on Britney. One of the newcomers spoke up. "Now do some erotic stuff for us!" He spoke in a very excited voice. "We're all big fans."
"Get stuffed," Britney retorted. "And let me go!"
The first man made a gesture, as though he were typing on a keyboard. "Very well. It's time to get started."
As the man typed, Britney began to feel strange. Her body expanded in some areas, contracted in others. Her hair grew longer as her skin became smoother. "What are you doing to me?"
"Fixing your body," the ringleader said. "Taking you back to a point before an ill-thought marriage, motherhood, a nervous breakdown and poor career choices nearly destroyed you."
"What do you mean by that?" The strange feeling continued as Britney's body continued to change.
"It will be obvious to you in a moment."
A light engulfed Britney, and when she could see again, she nearly fainted. She was clad in the schoolgirl uniform she had worn in her old music video. She even looked the same physically, felt the same. "You-you made me younger? I'm a teenager?"
"That's right," the ringleader said. "But not just any teenager. Britney Spears, teen pop starlet. Just as we prefer to remember you. And now that we have you as we prefer..."
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