Test Subjects with Tantalizing Minds (nuk3themidw3st x Fennec)

[nuk3themidw3st]

The day is June 4th, 2025, and two brand new test subjects have arrived at the facilities of Tepsford Dynamics. A massive state-of-the-art facility that is over 17,000 square feet, and that's just what the public legal documents say the size is. In this facility, the fine people of Tepsford Dynamics work day in and day out to better understand the workings of the human mind, both big and small, and their ultimate goal is to figure out ways to not only improve it, but also to control it in some cases. The newest test subjects: 26 year old Naomi Pierce and 29 year old Nathan Wilson, have arrived to the facility under the promise of a juicy $5,000 paycheck for the work of just 7 days... But 7 days of what, exactly?

Naomi was the first of the two to arrive, getting there just after 10:00am, and was directed by staff into an elevator that took her down, down, down, down, for what felt like multiple minutes before the machine finally stopped, with the doors opening to reveal a very retro space. It looked like a truly authentic 50's home, extremely similar to what you'd see if you found a re-run of The Brady Bunch, down to the furnishings, appliances in the kitchen, and the wallpaper that surrounded her. Even out of the windows, artificial sunlight was shining in that almost looked too real, and the warmth of it felt real against her body. There was a big beautiful lawn of genuine grass, and a lovely flower garden for Naomi to tend to in the back yard. The system outside could and would simulate authentic weather, meaning they will potentially get rainstorms, blistering sunny days, and so much more down here... Before Naomi could really get her bearings, an artificial voice began to speak to her, echoing from all around.

"Welcome, Naomi Pierce! Everyone here at Tepsford Dynamics is very thankful for you offering us your time. Over the next 7 days, we expect for you to play as the perfect housewife: a woman who prefers to be seen more than she is heard, who tends to the day-to-day chores of the house from vacuuming to cooking, who does whatever it takes to keep the breadwinnner of the home happy. Upstairs in the Master Bedroom, you will find two walk-in closets, one for both you and the partner selected for you in this study. You are to only do your hair/makeup in styles provided in a booklet on the make-up table in the bedroom, and only to wear the clothing we have provided. There is an opening vent by the front door, where we request you put all belongings of yours from the outside world: jewelry, watches, purse, wallet, clothing, piercings if any, cell phone, headphones/earbuds, and anything else that does not comply. Once you are "dolled up" and dressed, please wait patiently for your partner in this study to arrive and get themselves ready, and from there, we will officially begin the study."

Roughly 30 minutes later, Nathan arrived to the facility scarfing down a mcmuffin he picked up on the way over. He was already late from oversleeping a bit, so he thought to himself 'what's another 5 minutes?' Upon entering the building, Nathan was ushered into the elevator by staff, and after the almost endless descent, he was welcomed into the almost uncanny warmth of the artificial home. He too had little time to check everything out before the robotic voice returned, speaking to him now.

"Welcome, Nathan Wilson! Everyone here at Tepsford Dynamics is very thankful for you offering us your time. Over the next 7 days, we expect for you to play as the perfect husband: the breadwinner of the house, the ultimate caretaker, the man who works tirelessly day in and day out to provide a loving life for his family, a man who just wants to come home every evening to a well kept home, a beautiful and attentive wife, and a delicious home cooked dinner. A man who also isn't afraid to get a bit "physical" if things go wrong in his home, who isn't afraid to get serious when duty calls. Upstairs in the Master Bedroom, you will find two walk-in closets, one for both you and the partner selected for you in this study, who has already arrived and should be ready to begin, or very close to it. You are to only wear the clothes/accessories that we have provided for you, any and all outside belongings and items, including your wallet, any jewelry, your phone, and more need to be deposited into the opening vent by the front door. Once you have gotten dressed and ready, please wait patiently with your partner up in the bedroom, and from there, we will officially begin the study."

And from there, Nathan almost cautiously walks over and goes up the carpeted stairs, taking note of how the ceiling feels lower than it should be, perhaps truly marking on how people just used to be a bit smaller back in the day. He travels down the hallway to the bedroom at the very end, which was in fact the Master Bedroom, and inside is where he finally comes face-to-face with Naomi, the woman who will be his "wife" for the next 7 days. He hadn't even thought of it as he walked in, but he very well could've barged in on her naked, but if she had been here for some time, that likely would not have been the case. Nathan wasn't sure what to say or what they even should talk about, as he casually walked over to one of the large closets and swung it open.

"Man, they really weren't kidding about this stuff being from the 50's huh?" Nathan remarked, eyeing up the array of suits, button shirts, and pretty much nothing that would be "relaxed" or "casual" clothing aside from some white undershirts and blue jeans. "I'm uh, Nathan by the way... What do you make of all this? Like, $5,000 is $5,000... But what could the point of this whole dress-up show be?" Nathan was a very curious man, not quite to the "there's chemicals in the water turning frogs gay!" level, but questioning things that felt odd or abnormal came naturally to him, as it did most people. Nathan didn't necessarily have a lack of trust in this study, he just didn't understand the purpose behind it. Nathan tried to keep a conversation going as he slowly stepped out of his clothes, and picked out a button up long sleeved blue shirt and slacks.

 

[Fennec]

Surprise was an understatement as Naomi stepped through the glass doors of Tepsford Dynamics, but by the looks of things, she felt much better that they’d honor their word and pay out after the test was complete. The place felt sterile but that wasn’t much of a surprise, what did surprise her was the steady descent her and her guide took down the elevators after she’d signed all the necessary paperwork and health check. Everyone had been incredibly kind and efficient but the feeling of her ears popping as they went down level by level sent a tingle of nervousness down her spine. Why were they so far from the surface? And for seven full days? At the ping of the last level, the elevator doors opened and the woman who helped her pointed out the button for assistance and said her goodbyes. As soon as the doors closed she was greeted by an announcement on the intercom as her hazel green eyes took stock of the place in front of her. It was like she stepped back in time.

With each sentence of the announcement, her face scrunched up further in disgust. What the actual fuck? A housewife? Her? True enough, Naomi certainly wasn’t dressed for the occasion with cut off shorts, a bralette, and opened button up for the temperature changes of SoCal summers. The ear piercings, septum, and nipple ring that adorned her lightly toned body certainly didn’t help her case. Surely they didn’t expect her to remove the nipple ring. And how much acting was she supposed to do here? Her boyfriend dropped her off for this. They’d laugh about it later, she was sure, but this felt a little extreme. She thought it would be more than some rando that was supposed to be her husband. Maybe she should’ve asked more questions but she needed to make rent and this would cover that through the rest of the year. Reluctantly Naomi threw the requested items into the vent, removed the piercings in her ears, but flipped up her septum and kept in the left nipple ring. It’s not like they were visible, that had to be good enough. She went into the room where the closets were, passing through the kitchen, living room and bedroom while shaking her head. Some of the stuff was kind of cute, not her style in the least, but cute.

As she sifted through the various outfits, mostly dresses, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts, and three pairs of shoes that were all the rage at the time. There were even what she assumed were accurate undergarments from the time. She looked around, trying and failing to spot the cameras that were surely watching before taking a deep breath and taking off her clothes. She put on what looked like a boned bustier, high waisted panties, and garters to hold up thin tan tights before putting on a patterned blue and pink sundress. Everything felt restricting, but supportive - accentuated all the things that society viewed as womanly while still remaining covered. She had to admit, she looked damn good in it standing at her 5’6” height. The sound of footsteps outside made her turn as she finished buttoning up her dress, her hair and makeup still undone.

The man barged in without so much as a knock and she opened her mouth to say a few choice words before thinking better of it. No need to get kicked out before the test even starts. At least his voice wasn’t unbearable.

“No. They weren’t. At least it’s just for a week.” She picked up the booklet, opting to leaf through the pages for a hairstyle and listen to him as he undressed. Marcus would not like this or the singular bed she saw. She remembered writing that she was in a relationship but maybe that wasn’t a determining factor. And with all the cameras, it was unlikely that they meant ALL wifely duties…right? She shrugged at the question.

“Fuck if I know. Honestly, it feels like some science experiment to see how we can set women back 70 years. Men too for that matter. The nuclear family didn’t last for a reason, no need to bring it back.” She chose the easiest style she could find and made work pinning up her hair with the ties and bobby pins on the vanity in the closet before doing her makeup.

“My only purpose in life being to serve some limp dick man? I think not.” She glanced at him. “No offense.”

“Naomi, please refrain from using profanity. Remember your place, remember perfection.” The voice over the intercom was firm. She looked up at the device in the corner of the room incredulously, but nodded. Talk about having a stick up your ass.

She thought back to the ad. “They did mention something about it being a drug experiment though so maybe this has something to do with it? I know they sometimes make set ups like this for dementia patients or people with Alzheimer's…maybe it’s to help them?” Work done, she turned to face him.

“Oh and I’m Naomi…as you’ve heard.” Nathan actually looked great in his getup, she couldn’t lie. It was like it was made for him. It was at that moment that she wondered just how their clothes fit so well. There were so many unanswered questions.

“So…what now?”