Once I enter, the place looks so... normal. Almost like a spa or gym. There is someone at the front desk helping a couple. I can't help but overhear, given how excited and loud they are being.

"So, you want a private reality," the girl at the counter asks.

"Yes. No one else. Her dad insists we wait until we're married for real sex, but we can try out each other here."

"Will you be wanting any preliminary activities, dinner, movie, that kind of thing?"

The girl friend answered, "No, no. We just want to try out some sex, see if we're compatible."

"You do realize that our programming makes you compatible automatically?"

"How can a simulator make two people who might not be, actually seem compatible?" he asked.

"Our system is quite advanced. Unlike a sports VR, for example, that interacts with your external nervous system, our VR actually interacts with your subconscious, using feedback to determine what your desires are. Since any pair of people are compatible with each other at some basic level, the feedback between two people will enhance the things you like about each other and minimize the things you dislike."

The girl popped up with a, "Oh, we like everything about each other."

I could catch the hint of sarcasm when the reception lady continued with, "That will make it easier on the computer then. As I was saying, your VR selves will be a blend between what each of you wants most from themselves and in a partner. It makes for great sex, but for a poor compatibility test."

The guy said, "I can live with great sex. How about you honey?"

"Yes. Great sex makes up for a lot."

"Very well. If you will sign these releases, We'll get you set up in VR room 27."

The couple signed the forms and another person came out from the back to lead them to room 27, wherever that was. I walked up to the counter and waited while she entered a few notations on her screen. Then she looked up.

"Welcome to Virtual Sexuality. How can I help you?"

"I was wanting to... I was hoping to try out... "

"First time?"

"No, I've had sex before. Just never in VR."

"That's what I meant. No one ever seems to know what to ask for on their first visit. We call them scenes. Do you want to engage in a scene?"

"I guess. How does it work?"

"You have several options. You didn't come in with anyone, so I assume you don't want a couple scene. You can engage a solitary scene. In a solitary, you are the only human in the VR simulation. Every one else you encounter is created from your own subconscious. You will have exactly the fantasy you want, perfectly. You could also enter the public matrix. There are currently, let's see now, 36 people in the matrix. You will interact with them on a variety of levels, depending on the desires of the others and yourself. The public matrix is out most popular option. We also have some specialty simulations that are preprogrammed to certain basic fantasies that come up a lot. These are less interactive than the public matrix or a solitary scene. There are currently 14 specialty matrices available, with simulations of things such as BDSM and forced sex."

"Forced sex?"

"Yes, those fantasies are more popular than you would think. Our simulations let men and women explore those darker desires in a totally safe environment. Remember, the fantasy is not the desire for the real thing, just the desire to be forced in some way."

"I see." I didn't, but I wanted to move off this particular subject. "So, if I opt for a solitary scene, I will experience what I truly desire, perfectly."

"Yes. I should point out that what you truly desire may not be what you consciously desire. Our simulators interact with your subconscious mind. Many are shocked by their first solitary scene, at what their subconscious wants for them."

"I think I can handle it. I'll take a solitary scene. How does this all work?"

"You'll be placed under a standard looking VR hood and the remote contacts to your nervous system will link in. There will be the usual minute or two of disorientation and them you'll find yourself in your fantasy. You can do anything in the fantasy that you wish, and the feedback system will have the virtual players react exactly as you want them to."

"I see. How much is a scene?"

"$25 for a real time hour. Inside, that could be days or minutes, depending on how your fantasy plays out. You're aware of the small chances of damage from using virtual reality devices?"

"Yes." I did not consider the one in a million chance for brain damage to be worth worrying about. Even then, the damage usually results in nothing except the inability to interface with VR equipment again.

"If you'll sign this release, we'll have a tech get you started."

I signed the form while she pushed a button on the desk in front of her. A technician showed up and led me back to a room that had a dozen comfortable looking chairs, each with a VR hood. There were more wires than I was used to seeing.

"I thought your equipment was more advanced than normal. What's with all the extra wires?"

"Your subconscious has more to it than your external nervous system. We interact with both, so the increased number of wires. The information flow is too great to use wireless data systems. Now, you need an exit icon."

"Exit icon?"

"Yes. A word or symbol that will cause the matrix to eject you if you see, hear or say it. That way, you can exit the simulation before your hour is up if you wish. They are almost never used, but we like to have them available anyway."

"How about a urinal? Can you have the sight of a urinal send me out?"

"That should work. Our virtual selves almost never need to use the can, so seeking one out and seeing the urinal will make a good exit icon. I'll just program the sight of a urinal to exit you, and we'll be ready to start."

He placed the hood over my head after I was reclined on the chair. I relaxed and heard the familiar low hum of the virtual reality equipment. After a short tickling sensation at the base of my skull, there was a white flash of light that seemed to last for several minutes. When it cleared, I was lying in a bed between red satin sheets. The rustle of the sheets across my breasts made my pussy wet.

WHAT THE HELL! I threw the sheets off and saw the most gorgeous female body I could imagine. Just the sight of it would give me a hard on, if I had a cock. Clearly something had gone wrong with the programming. I was not going to spend an hour in a virtual reality simulation of being a girl. I got up and headed for the bathroom, only to realize that, since I was in a bedroom, the bathroom would not have a urinal. Mental note to self, use a spoken exit icon next time.