Even thought I wasn't aware at the time of what they had said during the business meeting, I can give you an explanation now.
What Vuskvangher was selling was a license to operate a special device they had perfected in the late 2030s in Weltbeltein. I know this device well now: it was a new device to make the cattle life easier and make them (us) more obedient. Condense years of training into days. And John agreed to have a demonstration, with me as a subject. Everything a brain scrambler could do was reversible and it was guaranteed wouldn't complain about it.

So, the following day, we went to a laboratory.

First, they gave me an injection of a cocktail of their own: sodium amytal, scopolamine, GHB, thiopental... these drugs are used sometime as a very unreliable truth serum. Weltbeltein didn't care about extracting the truth for me. They wanted to decrease my higher cortical brain function and inhibition. They were shutting down any logical filters between the external world and my brain. And they needed that access to my brain. I was fitted with a thick helmet that could map very precise zone of my brain but also, and that's where this product is amazing, stimulate them precisely, in 3D.

Confused? Ok. Let's say I ask you to think of something, say, a pink elephant. Your brain will be stimulated in a certain way: blood flow here, electric charge there, chemical stimulation and bam! That precise configuration of activated neurons is the concept of "pink elephant" in your brain. The machine could record that and replay it, stimulating the exact same areas, forcing you think of a pink elephant without even mentioning it.

The first thing they "scrambled" was my fashion sense. It was important to scramble that at the very beginning because all the other session will depend on it. Let me explain.

I'm sitting into a white room, wearing the helmet. A picture appears in front of me: a woman covered head to toes, her hands in gloves, her eyes behind a one way veil. She's exercising on a treadmill. My instinctive reaction is: "poor girl, what an horrible thing to wear, it's abnormal, she's covered too much". They record it.

Another picture. A woman entirely covered in thick layer of clothes, preparing food: "she must be so hot under these clothes, what an horrible thing to wear, it's weird".

Another picture. A beach, a woman strolling on the beach, under layers of clothes, her eyes are not visible, not a inch of her body is visible: "I would suffocate, it's crazy, how can she wear that? That's horrible."

After dozen of pictures, they have a clear map of what this concept of "being covered in too many clothes" look like in my brain.

They would repeat the process with picture of women a bit less clothed. Then, with normal attires. Then, with people wearing short skits and crop top. Then, people dressed as street walkers and then, strippers and pornstars.

Once the brain scrambler recorded every concepts, it was time to reorganize my brain.

They show me a picture of a woman, standing in a mall. She's wearing a short crop top, showing a bit of her toned stomach, tight blue jeans and sneakers. And they PLAY the "being covered in too many clothes" concept: "Poor girl, she's wearing too much, I would suffocate dressed like this, it's abnormal, who's forcing her to wear so much clothes?".

Then, a picture of a street walker, in a hotel. Her jean short is so tiny one side of her pussy lips is visible. On top, she's wearing a crop-top showing simultaneously ample amount of cleavage and underboobs. The stimulate the areas in my brain registered as "these are normal clothes".

After several hours of the process... it was time to test what i had learned. They stopped the headset.

"We will show you four pictures. Please indicate when you think the clothes are appropriate for the situation."

A corporate office. A businesswoman standing near a cubicle.
In the first picture, the woman is wearing a suit and a dress pants. Immediately, the neural connections are made, even with the headset off. Poor girl. She must suffocate under these. It's really weird to wear that.
Second picture, she's wearing a miniskirt, high heels, a transparent blouse. A lot better, but still overdressed.
Third picture, the top of her stockings are showing, her miniskirt is so short you can see a bit of her panties, and she's wearing a tiny, very low cut blouse stopping before just before her midriff. Perfect. I raised my hand (since I couldn't really talk yet).
Fourth picture. The skirt is not covering anything, leaving her pussy is plainly visible and she's wearing some kind of micro string bikini on top, not covering her nipples. This was a bit too much.

Again. First picture, a female student in blue jean and cardigan walking away, looking over her shoulder at the camera, holding books (why is she covered with so much fabric? It's abnormal, she must feel so constricted). Second picture, the same student showing her toned legs in a jean short and with a crop top (too much clothes, it must be so frustrating, who is forcing the poor girl to wear that much?). Third picture, the jean short is showcasing plenty of her round ass that glow in the sun, she's wearing platform heels and basically a bra on top (perfect !).

You get the idea. At the end of the first day, my sense of fashion had shifted.

But they had one final test for me: I was given several of my own clothes John has brought with us and fabric scissors, the kind with big thick teeth.
"Alter your clothes if you think it's needed."

The first item I picked was my pyjama bottom. I used to love it, but now I felt it was much, MUCH longer than it should be. I used the scissor, destroying the fabric, discarding the concept of leg openings, turning it into a ridiculously short skirt. Perfect. I altered several other clothes, destroying my designer brand trousers, my tops, my suits, to make everything short, revealing, slutty.
This night, like all the other nights until I would leave Weltbeltein, I slept with John and the girls again.

The second day, they targeted another concept in my brain. I watched women standing near men in weird poses: holding a leg up, standing on one foot, arms spreads... That was weird. Then, they showed me males and females standing next to each other in natural position: talking, shaking hands, walking, waiting in line... And then, lot of pictures of women kneeling. Finally, they scrambled. Women standing near a man? It would NEVER be natural to me in the future. A woman standing near a man is now as weird as a woman standing one foot up in T-pose. Picture after picture, they stimulated the areas of my brain that screamed "this is weird" each time a woman was standing next to a man. But, kneeling at the feet of a man? Yes, from now on, that would be natural for me.

It continued the following days:

-They messed up what I'm thinking about myself. "I'm a smart, independent woman", an affirmation that ringed true to my neurons would become weird, replaced with "I'm a stupid, needy slut". "I love the size of my breasts", something I genuinely believed (after years of hating them and learn to accept them) now sounded alien to me. This positive view was changed by "I love showing my breasts, I wish they were bigger". Words like "freedom" was tainted as something horrible, and words like "slavery" now have a positive ring to it.

-They altered my body perception, by recording how I feel about my own picture altered, mutilated. In the pictures I was photoshoped missing a hand, an arm. In the next set of pictures, I was normal, full bodied. The brain scrambler registered what neural pathways were activated. And in the last set, I was wearing gigantic breasts and ass implants. They scrambled my brain again, forcing me to feel weird each time I was showed a picture of me without any implants. Now, each time I look at picture of me without fake breasts and ass, I feel like something is desperately missing. Only when I see myself sporting gigantic, ridiculous implants, I can feel a sense of normality again.

-Speaking of normality, the one of nastiest thing they did involved John. They knew my brain patterns enough to know what was the "default" value. By that, I mean a body state were you feel normal. They asked John to put his hard cock in my mouth, and forced this state. I don't know what they did exactly. But from this point on, whenever I didn't have this hard cock in my mouth, I felt like something was weird about me. Something was off. It's like being forced to crouch, then, stand again, happy to be in a "normal" position again. Well, for me, the "normal" position was to have John's hard cock deep into my throat.

-But believe it or not, that was not the worst thing they did! Showing me pictures of male during several hours, they managed to find my exact preference in males. The perfect mate for me, the one with the perfectly chiseled jaw, the perfect playful eyes... the man of my dream, the one that give me butterflies. And they recorded it. And they played it back, showing me pictures of John. Showing pictures of Vuskvangher. Showing me pictures of random guys, from 18 to 90 years old. Showing me pictures of girls. And playing back this intense feeling of arousal and intense attraction they had found.

So, the next interview with Vuskvangher would be very different.