The Big Day

You feel comfortable. The sheets on your bed are soft, but the alarm ringing out interrupts your peaceful slumber. It’s a big day. Your sister Tiffany is getting married tomorrow, and you are so happy for her. You were always close, and she was going to be so happy with her soon to be husband, Brad. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and toss the bedding aside. Today is going to be a lazy day for you. The water in the shower is warm, and you relax as it soothes your body. Shampoo, soap, and that’s it. You’re a simple man, and all that matters is that you get clean. You exit the shower to find a text message from Tiffany. “Hey bro! I was wondering if you could meet me down by the salon at noon. I could really use a hand.” Tiffany worked at a big salon, and she loved it. She always had a knack for beauty, as you know from all the times she forced you to get a makeover when you were kids. Part of you hated that. Part of you loved it. You texted back, saying that you’ll be there. You quickly throw on your clothes. Nothing special: blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a open red button up as an outer layer. You had about an hour to get to the salon, and you needed coffee to wake yourself up a bit. The coffee shop was busy, but then again it always was. After moving through the crazy line, you grab your coffee and head outside, sipping it down and watching the people come and go. Looking out at the city, you make a decision: [[To The Salon]] [[Go Back to Bed]]

The coffee fills you with energy, and it’ll be good to see your sister, so you head over to the salon. When you arrive, the place is bustling. There has to be 30 chair and almost all of them are filled. Women getting every possible manner of makeover and touchup were seated everywhere, and the stylists ran through the chaos with elegance and experience. You stood at the counter and after a while, an attractive young woman approaches. She’s wearing some cute black pumps, shear black stockings, and a pleated skirt. Her hair is a deep red, and her makeup matches, focusing on warmer colors. She smiles as she looks at you. “Hi there, you must be Tiffany’s brother!” She cheerfully exclaimed. “Yes. Is she around?” You ask. “She had an emergency client. She’ll be back in a couple minutes. We have a private room that would probably be comfortable for you to wait in!” She gestured him over to an open door near the back of the salon. [[Sit in the private room]] [[Sit in the public waiting area]] [[Text your sister]] [[Hit on the stylist]]

This coffee just isn’t doing it for you. You thought it would give you energy, but you are still dead tired. You know what, your sister can wait. You text her apologizing, making up some story and then you head back your apartment to get back into bed. It’s not long before you’ve completely dozed off and [[started dreaming.]]

“Sure thing! Let me know when she’s here, ok?” you smile at her. “Of course, I’ll send her back once she’s here” She nods. You make your way back to the room and close the door. Inside looks super futuristic, with bright metallic sheen all over the walls and a single metal salon chair in the center. Taking a couple of laps around and playing on your phone, you eventually get bored and finally take a seat in the chair. As soon as you do, the whole thing lights up and a big computer console emerges from the floor in front of you. The screen light up and you are presented with a huge menu, and the machine speaks up over the speakers. “WELCOME! PLEASE MAKE YOUR SELECTION!” “I’m sorry?” You wonder out loud. “PLEASE SELECT PREFERED LOOK” You look down at the screen and respond: [[Scream "I'M A MAN!"]] [[Make a Pick]]

“It’s fine, I’ll just go to the waiting area and hang out.” You smile, and the stylist nods. The seat was pretty uncomfortable, but you just browsed memes on your phone as you waited. After a while, you noticed a weird button on the bottom of the armrest. At first you don’t touch it, but it became too tempting and [[you clicked it]].

“It’s ok, let me text Tiffany to see what’s going on” you say, before grabbing your phone. “Hey, I’m at the salon. Are you ok?” You text. Almost immediately after, you feel a buzz in your pocket. It’s a text from your sister. “So sorry! I’m running late. Could you meet me at the storefront at 22nd and Main? I’m running late with a client here.” [[Head over there]]

“What’s your name, babe?” You say, an attempt at swagger. “Really?” The stylist says, laughing a bit. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You respond. “I don’t really go for guys like you” She mocks. “Really? Well, what could I do to change that, hot stuff?” You still try, putting your hand on her shoulder. The stylist pulled your hand off and paused for a second before a smile went across her face. “I think I have something. Wait here.” She scurried to the back room and came back holding a leather choker. [[“Put it on.”]]

<img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31syl-1074543c-1f33-4cbb-8bd9-274115b5411f.jpg/v1/fill/w_690,h_1159,q_70,strp/77debb42_4ebf_4ae7_a4ee_017f05a391c6_37622_00001bb_by_helforster_de31syl-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMTcxIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTMxc3lsLTEwNzQ1NDNjLTFmMzMtNGNiYi04YmQ5LTI3NDExNWI1NDExZi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9Njk3In1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.hYQasFSG1HxWYQ8kHpZT1nEIQVt3pjya-3VN4et2ci4" width="403" height="676" alt="Two foxes"> “Ok, Winnie. A couple more commands. First of all, you swing both ways. You like girls and boys equally. And of course, you work here now so take a smock and get to work.”, Tracy tossed a long white apron to Winnie, “The rush is just getting started.” You tied it around your body and got to work, serving clients and having a ton of fun doing it. This was your life now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. [[The Beginning]]

“I’M A MAN!”, you yell before moving towards the door. These machines are useless, but when you finally reach the door, it won’t budge. Your struggle is interrupted by several robotic tentacles grabbing your arms and legs, pulling you back to the chair, and sitting you in front of the monitor once more. You try your hardest to escape, using all you might to pull back, but they were too strong. The machine spoke again “PLEASE MAKE A SELECTION: THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING” It sounded ominous. [[Fuck Off!]] [[Fine, I'll Make a selection!]]

You look through the options. By the looks of it, there are certain presets available. This is probably just a quiz to see which one is the most attractive to you, so you go through the options with that assumption. The first one was labeled “Date Night”. It has your basic skimpy clothes and heels, basically the kind of stuff you expect to see when you go out to the club. You are really turned on by them, and you could see yourself wanting to get with any of the models pictured. They were tall, slender, had curves for days and outfits to show it off. The second one was labeled “Wedding”. It had exactly what you’d expect. It showed flowing white dresses, pastel bridesmaid colors, and tuxedos on all the men. Since your sister’s wedding is tomorrow, it might be good to get ready with this. Then again, you aren’t sure exactly what this menu is for. The third one was labeled “Business”. Pencil skirts, pantsuits, and updos line the page. These are highly professional businesswomen, and they are sexy in a authoritarian kind of way. These are the women you’d want to step on you. The fourth one was labeled “Casual”. These women looked comfortable. We have yoga pants, loose t shirts, sweatpants, Uggs, and everything you remember your ex-girlfriend wearing when you stayed inside for the day. The fifth one was labeled “Cosplay”. You see a ton of superheroes, video game characters, and anime waifus. These are the kind of women you’d see at a geek convention, and something about that just turned you on. The always wore sexy outfits and posed to show off their bodies, and you’d love to get with them if you had the chance. This is difficult, but you have to make a decision. [[Date Night]] [[Wedding]] [[Cosplay]] [[Business]] [[Casual]]

“Fuck off”, you said. [[“OBSTINANCE NOTED.... HYPNOSIS BEGINNING NOW”]]

You look down at the computer console. [[Make a Pick]]

You twirl in front of the mirror some more, really taking in how sexy you looked. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31ulr-87fdc3e9-59f1-48a9-a83b-a0b583a117ea.jpg/v1/fill/w_728,h_911,q_75,strp/f9ca9e44_b14c_4d56_b820_79009482a416_35868_00001b1_by_helforster_de31ulr-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD05MTEiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzF1bHItODdmZGMzZTktNTlmMS00OGE5LWE4M2ItYTBiNTgzYTExN2VhLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD03MjgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.EMjRwQX26gsoDU7yX6Xp3oBn9ogMRDZRTpJKfU_3pz8" width="402" height="504"> With that, the door opened, and you frolicked out. There was a girl named Tiffany in the waiting area checking her phone, but you didn’t remember her. You had to show off your cosplay and get some boys! [[The Beginning]]

Deciding that the women in their skimpy club outfits were clearly the sexiest, you selected that. The computer console went into the floor and before you could react, shackles emerged from the chair and restrained you. Though you tried to escape, they were too strong. [[“WELCOME! BEGINNING DATE NIGHT MAKEOVER”]]

Your sister probably had you come down here for wedding stuff, so you selected the wedding option assuming that’s what she brought you down for anyway. The screen loads for a second before presenting you with two more options. The first is a woman in a flowing wedding dress. The second is a group of laughing bridesmaids. You think this is odd, so you ask the machine. “Hey, machine? Where’s the dude options” “PLEASE SELECT OPTION” You think about it, and you know you have to click something. [[The Woman in a Wedding Dress]] [[The Group of Laughing Bridesmaids]]

You look at the geeky girls in skintight costumes with curves for days and immediately select the cosplay option. The console disappeared into the floor and before you could react, shackles emerged from the chair and restrained you. Though you tried to escape, they were too strong. “WELCOME! BEGINNING COSPLAY MAKEOVER! WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHOOSE A COSPLAY, MISS?” “Wait, what do you mean miss?! I’m a man! LET ME GO!” You scream, thrashing against the restraints. [[“OBSTINANCE DETECTED.]] DO YOU RELINQUISH YOUR CHOICE?”

There was something so sexy about a woman in charge, so out of instinct you selected that. The computer console dropped into the floor and before you could react, shackles emerged from the chair and restrained you. Though you tried to escape, they were too strong. [[“WELCOME! BEGINNING EXECUTIVE MEETING INTERVIEW LOOK”]]

The memories of you ex were wonderful, and there was just something so great about a comfortable woman. You selected the casual option. The computer console dropped into the floor and before you could react, shackles emerged from the chair and restrained you. Though you tried to escape, they were too strong. “WELCOME! BEGINNING CASUAL SUNDAY” “Wait, WHAT?!” You scream, pushing back against the restraints. The chair pulls apart, pulling you into a spread-eagle position. Several arms come over and rip off all your clothes, leaving you nude and embarrassed. “INITIAL SCAN” A red laser danced over your skin, ending with a loud DING. Just like that, a bunch of nozzles came out and started spraying your entire body. The liquid felt soft and cool, all around nice. It made your body hair fall out and your skin soften, shifting to a very light Asian tone. You didn’t notice it too much. “BEGINNING LEG RESHAPE” Two large, metal devices that looked like really long boots came over and latched onto your legs. You screamed as it crushed in, forcing your feet into dainty sizes and making your legs into slender sticks. On your upper legs, it created some wider, sensual thighs. After holding there for a second, the devices pulled away and you looked at your newly feminine legs in horror. “Why are you doing this?!” The machine placed a large object over your hips. “HIP RESHAPE” The pain was immense as the machine cracked you pelvis out, widening your hips and forcing your ass into a wider curved shape. “WAIST RESHAPE” When it wrapped around you, it looked like a corset made of metal. It constricted, crunching in your waist and pushing the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, and just as you were about to pass out, it relented, pulling away to reveal a slender, much shorter torso. It had taken some height from you, making you stand at 5’4”. “ARM RESHAPE” The metal shapes that wrapped around each arm, constricting much like the leg shapers, but this time focusing only on slimming your arms down. When they pulled away, you were left with slender, feminine arms and long fingers painted with a clear coat. “BREAST AUGMENTATION” It looked like a metal bra, and with gusto it latched onto your chest. You felt a prick, and the flesh began to expand. First small, and then much bigger. By the end, it had reached a set of b cup breasts, and when the machine pulled away, you were shocked at what you saw. Not nearly as shocked, however, as the next step. “GENITAL INVERSION” “WHAT?!” you sobbed. The genital inverter looked like a big metal urinal, and it sucked onto your penis. Now that your penis was inside the inverter, it got to work. First, it did a heavy spray with some really intense chemicals. It removed all unsightly hair and began the genetic rewrite of the cells. It also had the side effect of numbing the area for what was about to happen. A small hand-like device started stroking the shaft, and it naturally started to grow, filling with blood, and getting aroused. As the hand stroked and got to the point of climax, a pneumatic piston pulled back, readying itself for the release. The stroking quickened, and finally your penis ejaculated. The second it did, the pneumatic piston came in, slamming itself into the newly wet and flaccid dick with a long, rubber phallus, beginning the inversion in earnest. Small hand emerged from the dildo, massaging more chemicals into the tissue, stretching out the scrotum, and reshaping it, pushing it further up and turning it into a uterus, folding the outside into the lips of your new vagina. The testicles were already shifting as a result of the chemicals, moving up with the help of the arms and flipping around, turning into ovaries and hanging out right above your uterus. For all intents and purposes, you were a girl. When it pulled away, you shrieked. This was impossible! It couldn’t be! You whimpered as the machine wrapped your head in a metal helmet. “HAIR AND MAKEUP BEGIN.” The device started crunching your face into shape, starting with the face shape, long and thin, and leading up to bigger lips. Your cheek bones were raised, and your nose tapered into a dainty, slender shape, elongating in the process. It started massaging your scalp with a set of chemicals that turned your hair dirty blonde and cultivated it to grow incredibly fast, flowing down and ending up down past your shoulders. Curlers were added as well, leaving the shape less straight and more bouncy, with little spirals of hair defining the look. For makeup, the machine didn’t do much at all. This was a casual look, after all. The machine pulled away and kept working. “WARDROBE: CASUAL” A soft sports was placed around your new chest and a set of panties was added, reminding you that your new crack was really strange feeling. A basic grey graphic tshirt was placed on you, and yoga pants were added, hugging your butt and making you look as good as you felt. They were so soft! For shoes, the machine put you in some pretty simple black flats, which felt super comfortable and put you down, putting a mirror in front of your new body. [[See What the Machine Did to You]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31tpw-537f8c19-3f05-429b-b1db-c9bc3ead5f09.jpg/v1/fill/w_523,h_773,q_75,strp/e5348983_e05e_438c_9efd_ff9bb0aacb68_36799_00001b1_by_helforster_de31tpw-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD03NzMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzF0cHctNTM3ZjhjMTktM2YwNS00MjliLWIxZGItYzliYzNlYWQ1ZjA5LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD01MjMifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.sDPUeMo5pWXfYd6lw4CLkfvR2k7rY3ppxEmA8Vm5em0" width="403" height="595"> You didn’t even recognize yourself. You looked exactly like a sexy woman that you might see at the club. You looked down to try and disprove what the mirror was showing you, but it was right. As you stood there in shock, the machine came on with one last request. “ARE YOU HAPPY YOUR MAKEOVER, MISS?” [[Yes]] [[No]]

You ponder saying no. Part of you wants to say no. You’re a guy, right? But as you look at yourself in the mirror, an archetype of feminine beauty, you realize that you may actually love this. You were always an outsider as a kid, and you never really fit into the dynamics of boy and girl. This felt good, somehow. You remembered a bartender at the club you would frequent. You were never any good with girls, but you befriended her as you didn’t approach girls out of fear. Her name was Brittney, and she was a lesbian. You and her both knew that nothing would ever happen between you, but part of you wished you could be something more to her. In front of you was a perfect opportunity, so you take a deep breath and speak. “Yes, I’m happy!” The door opens without a word and you wander out. At first, the heels are hard to walk in. You trip everywhere, but as you walk to the bar you slowly figure it out, going heel-toe, heel-toe and really swinging your hips to balance yourself out. Every male eye and more than a few female eyes are on you as you strut towards the club, confidence building with every step. The bouncers get one look at you and immediately open the doors for you. The music is pulsing, and you feel your heart beating with it. [[You see her]]

You think it through, looking at yourself and the machine in front of you. Looking up at the speaker, you say “NO! I’M GOING TO SUE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU TOO!” The machine lights up. [[“THREAT OF LITIGATION DETECTED. RECTIFICATION PLAN SLECTED.”]]

You decide that since you are going to be a wedding, that the bride is the best option for you. When you press the button, shackles emerge from the chair and restrain you. You attempt to resist, but it’s futile. [[“WELCOME! BEGINNING BRIDE MAKEOVER.... TIFFANY”]]

You decide that since you are going to be a partygoer, that the group of partying bridesmaids is the best option for you. The second you press the button, shackles emerge from the chair and restrain you. You attempt to resist, but it’s futile. [[“WELCOME! BEGINNING BRIDESMAID MAKEOVER.... TIFFANY RECEPTION”]]

That was your queue to bounce, but as you were running towards the door, you tripped on your heels and tumbled to the floor, caught by a robotic arm. A VR headset was forced onto your head and several images flashed on the screen. At first you felt calm, then the headset showed a picture of your ex-girlfriend and held on it. You didn’t know how it got that picture or knew that it was important to you, but it immediately triggered memories. The day you met was a fun one. You were both at a bar, and you talked to her. You hit it off, and you went back to her place to bone. Wait, was that it? You remember vividly that you went there because she thought you would be good roommates. She had the most beautiful makeup, and you just had to get tips for how to look sexy for the boys. That’s not right either. Were these images doing something to your mind? The next image that came up was your best friend. He had been with you through thick and thin, and the memories were amazing. You remembered that time you went to the movies. It was a superhero move, which you weren’t crazy about, but you went because he was so cute, and you really just wanted to take him home and let him put his throbbing cock inside of you- ok, that’s definitely wrong! You are straight, and you never fantasized about fucking your best friend. Why would you, when you have your fiancé to fuck! The next picture was Brad, your soon to be husband. He was smart, funny, and so cute. You remember the first time he took you back to his place. It was after a long night of fun, and he took you to his bed and spread your legs wide. After pulling your panties off with his teeth, he started working his magic with that tongue of his, filling you with joy and pleasure as you moaned. He knew exactly what to do, and before long, that tongue became his dick. It was a giant cock, and he moved it inside and out for hours. Both of you were exhausted, and you finally orgasmed. The wave of glee went through you like a freight train, and you couldn’t move for hours after. That’s when you truly fell in love with Brad, and you could not wait to marry him tomorrow! The VR headset pulled off and the door opened. You went to find Brad and when you did, you kissed him passionately. He was the love of your life and nothing was going to keep you apart. On a flight leaving to Peru, the original Tiffany watched as her husband made love to you over the security cameras. She loved Brad, but she had work to do overseas. As an on the ground consultant for NüTech, she had to be discreet. Perhaps this new Tiffany would come in handy in the future. THE END! [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31ter-f48af00c-bb79-4769-9b7c-91f126816962.jpg/v1/fill/w_462,h_661,q_75,strp/a2740718_af01_4693_a8d5_31c3b418f326_36799_00001b1_by_helforster_de31ter-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD02NjEiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzF0ZXItZjQ4YWYwMGMtYmI3OS00NzY5LTliN2MtOTFmMTI2ODE2OTYyLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD00NjIifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.Z6sDknx8c_IkYfz3-WlRwHGv7aNA_xAD4CGrV7Ahn6Q" width="403" height="576"> You were an exact copy of your sister. It was shocking, and you didn’t know why the machine did this. Was it a glitch? Could you turn back? The machine spoke up, but the answer was not satisfying. [[“BEGIN MENTAL REWRITE”]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31ths-62e99a41-e809-4b21-aa02-25be0b42a814.jpg/v1/fill/w_403,h_707,q_75,strp/d00b2815_9eb4_4c70_ae90_4b5467cb9631_37100_00001b4_by_helforster_de31ths-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD03MDciLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzF0aHMtNjJlOTlhNDEtZTgwOS00YjIxLWFhMDItMjViZTBiNDJhODE0LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD00MDMifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.eIJ22Kx_HtFOys0VfcoebNUMVtHrhTNFCzZuGZ6oOp8"> You didn’t even recognize yourself. You looked exactly like one of your sister’s bridesmaids. As you stood there in shock, the machine came on with one last request. “ARE YOU HAPPY YOUR MAKEOVER, MISS?” [[Yes.]] [[No.]]

You know the machine must be broken, and you know that even if you say no, you’re sure it will twist your words and turn you into a mannequin or a bimbo or something. That thought gives you enough. “Yes.” You say, and [[the door opens.]]

“No! Are you kidding? You turned me into a chick! I am NOT HAPPY” You yell in discontent. The machine fell silent and calculated for a second before coming back online. “UNDERSTOOD... YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE A BRIDESMAID. [[ALTERNATE OPTION SELECT”]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3cu3b-f91fa5c9-2e85-4e5f-b4a8-17496db58825.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTNjdTNiLWY5MWZhNWM5LTJlODUtNGU1Zi1iNGE4LTE3NDk2ZGI1ODgyNS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.VQMtQKwAa4PvV4Fy89EMrFs6Tm4Z2hpRqT_Z5hMH4ro" width="403" height="453"> The girls immediately showered you with compliments on your outfit, your hair, your makeup, everything about you. These were things you never really got as a man, and a little spark of a feeling was ignited inside of you. The first part of the party was a pool outing. You shed your outer layers to reveal a strapless black bikini top and a high waisted bikini bottom. It wasn’t skimpy by any means, but it definitely showed off your form. You were a bit embarrassed, but the girls were so nice that you started having fun all the same. [[Look at yourself at the pool outing]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3cu3u-60712846-fe90-4b9d-afde-e0bec1f20f21.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTNjdTN1LTYwNzEyODQ2LWZlOTAtNGI5ZC1hZmRlLWUwYmVjMWYyMGYyMS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.n3HssubFUrYhIg_tRY8Z6LGuM5NoFQ0UciOsbXT0mPI" width="1125" height="1285"> A few dudes started hitting on you, and for some reason, you didn’t immediately brush them off. It was fun to be desired, so you leaned in a bit. As the night went late, you and the girls finally disbanded. The bed in your apartment felt particularly soft on this night, and when you woke up, you felt reinvigorated as a person. You put on the bridesmaid dress and saw your sister get married. You liked Brad a lot. Your sister loved him, and you were so happy to see her glow with such joy. It was a beautiful ceremony for a beautiful couple, and you even shed a tear. [[Back to your apartment]]

You walked into your closet to find the clothes you bought with your sister. On your phone, you decide to create a new Instagram account. The old one won’t be doing the new you much good. As you put on the outfit, you feel more comfortable as a girl than ever before, and as you set up your camera and make a pose, you smile the first genuine smile you’ve smiled in a long time. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3cu4q-daf22e17-6d60-412c-8a1c-41fb9a3581a1.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTNjdTRxLWRhZjIyZTE3LTZkNjAtNDEyYy04YTFjLTQxZmI5YTM1ODFhMS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.zmlmfvJ71JZnLR6YTOBYX9OOlqOaLGGQZE1d7prt9Xk" width="1125" height="1261"> You are Alice, now. The End! [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de38mcr-62ad7800-a51d-4dbc-ad3c-1bf5523f0a06.jpg/v1/fill/w_534,h_1106,q_75,strp/untitled_by_helforster_de38mcr-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMTA2IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTM4bWNyLTYyYWQ3ODAwLWE1MWQtNGRiYy1hZDNjLTFiZjU1MjNmMGEwNi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NTM0In1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.UdbDgSXYDRTD-bHE1-EBt6Aty-spvk3LSKk4DiI14R0" width="403" height="834"> She wheeled you out and placed you in a big window next to 2 other mannequins that looked weirdly similar to you. You looked straight ahead as if you could do anything else and watched the people walk by day after day, month after month, year after year. Though the outfits changed with the seasons, you stayed static, unmoving. Your internal screaming ended long ago, and now you embraced your fate. You were a mannequin, and you were beautiful. The End. [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31tyb-9d070812-aa29-4347-b9eb-ad67342ff62c.jpg/v1/fill/w_466,h_775,q_75,strp/098e4792_4366_4a0f_84a2_6259a3ee9a89_36883_00001b2_by_helforster_de31tyb-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD03NzUiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzF0eWItOWQwNzA4MTItYWEyOS00MzQ3LWI5ZWItYWQ2NzM0MmZmNjJjLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD00NjYifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ._R_f_ZHdUWEBTA_K7gLqU_-STXitKT6RfFUoMfcdcv0" width="403" height="670"> You had no idea how to process this. You were dressed to impress as a businesswoman. You looked into your purse and saw a job offer. The machine explained. “SINCE YOU ARE A BUSINESS WOMAN, I HAVE GOTTEN YOU A JOB AT NÜ CONSULTING” You gasp at the salary number, but you see that the offer is only for Rebecca Kim, which looking at the ID in your purse is you. If you wanted this job, you’d have to be a woman. As you stood there in shock, the machine came on with one last request. “ARE YOU HAPPY YOUR MAKEOVER, MISS?” [[Yes!]] [[No!]]

You look at the giant dollar amount on the job offer in your hand. Then you look at yourself in the mirror. Are you really going to make this choice? Right now, your life is kind of stagnant. You are out of work and the future isn’t looking too bright. This might be a golden opportunity to start over, and before you think it over fully, you blurt it out. “Yes!” “THANK YOU. HAVE A GREAT DAY” The machine speaks, and the door opens. You move out of the salon and look at the address on your job offer. The building is uptown. Your current outfit, while sexy, won’t do it for you. You are still pretty uncomfortable with your current scenario, so you decide to go to the mall and grab something more modest. After picking out a few options, some blouses, some skirts, some pleated dress pants, and some more reasonable flats, your check out, change into your outfit. It’s a white tank top with a beige outer layer. It doesn’t show off much, but it looks pretty feminine, so you think it’ll work. You accessorize with a necklace and a couple of rings, and you head off to the office. The HR manager leads you to your desk. It looks like you’re going to be an accounts manager. You thank her and get settled. [[Take your place]]

“Fuck no!” you yell, “I’m a dude!” The machine takes a second to think, and speaks “ANSWER ACCEPTED..[[. BEGIN HYPNOSIS”]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3j5nv-cce755e0-8c01-4036-a471-7a210c8ebf6f.jpg/v1/fill/w_626,h_937,q_75,strp/e239924a_4019_4e25_a41b_c3f0f34d0496_5902_000003fc_by_helforster_de3j5nv-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD05MzciLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlM2o1bnYtY2NlNzU1ZTAtOGMwMS00MDM2LWE0NzEtN2EyMTBjOGViZjZmLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD02MjYifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.UqWpyMvlr-tjnFQ0FOpoBhgH1vkSAV1q7oiJase18XQ" width="403" height="603"> It was a long couple weeks, and as you got used to your new feminine form, you gained confidence enough to be really good at your job. There was a part of you that thought back to your time as a man, but you knew that you made the right choice. This job was wonderful, and you were ready to start again. THE END. [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3j4xf-6882a158-0ca7-40f5-ba30-b7314d769b41.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_900,q_75,strp/328a8c98_a636_43eb_8ef2_5ae078dc2f55_5902_000003fd_by_helforster_de3j4xf-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD05MDAiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlM2o0eGYtNjg4MmExNTgtMGNhNy00MGY1LWJhMzAtYjczMTRkNzY5YjQxLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD02MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.XeSmFDb-7sH-nRA9jV8ZgXa1B4ACGzam-TDr7cj0JEo" width="403" height="604"> Months later, you decided that you wanted to try climbing up the company, and looking down at your killer body, you knew exactly how to do it. The boss was a huge horn dog, and one day, you snuck into his office and ripped off your clothes, leaving yourself in sexy lingerie, posing on his desk. When he came in, he was shocked to see you, but you could see his penis showing through his jeans. You smiled and gestured to him seductively, bringing him inside. [[Get that Promotion]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3j4yi-bc94ff72-ea07-4727-ae83-be0fefcce6eb.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTNqNHlpLWJjOTRmZjcyLWVhMDctNDcyNy1hZTgzLWJlMGZlZmNjZTZlYi5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.Odqn6CPcoXnY-L35UTKppPZNjfDQ4PU6Aj0AAbcCc4o" width="1280" height="1920"> You whisper into his ear, “爸爸，给我升职” Translation: Give me a promotion, daddy. The boss gulps, a feeling of elation and eroticism going through him. You earned yourself that promotion and your ladder-climbing had just begun The End [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31t62-5330e12a-3e50-4c79-a7ae-34f91734aa93.jpg/v1/fill/w_457,h_797,q_75,strp/ab55497c_9f8e_4fee_88e1_1b4fe31d1b79_36799_00001b1_by_helforster_de31t62-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD03OTciLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzF0NjItNTMzMGUxMmEtM2U1MC00Yzc5LWE3YWUtMzRmOTE3MzRhYTkzLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD00NTcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.opaSyivqbxOkp7Qlzi87qpn6hWWDpeIKKOIM_dNsruw" width="403" height="702"> You didn’t even recognize yourself. You looked exactly like every sexy cosplayer you saw at the nerd conventions. You looked HOT. The machine handed you two VIP tickets to the convention happening this week. These were hot commodities, but then again, so were you now. As you stood there in shock, the machine came on with one last request. “ARE YOU HAPPY YOUR MAKEOVER, MISS?” [[Yes..]] [[No..]]

“Yes”, you whimper. You think this might be the only way to escape and possibly find a way to turn back. You know these machines. They can work wonders on you, and this machine was clearly rogue. You start walking to the door with your VIP tickets to the convention, but the door still won’t budge. [[“BEGINNING TRANSPORT TO CONVENTION FLOOR.]] ENJOY YOUR DAY!”

“NO! I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CHICK!” You yell. Why would the machine even think that you’d be happy with this? You’re a guy! The machine comes back to life. “OUR APOLOGIES, MISS. DON’T WORRY, [[WE’LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!”]]

The next few months were interesting. You started dating Jeff, and quickly replaced your old boy clothes with new girly ones, shifting your life around to fit your new identity. You didn’t have to work because Jeff was pretty wealthy, so you just spent your time enjoying life as a girl. Years later, you two married and settled down in a little coastal city somewhere secluded. It was a happy life, and even though you remembered your time as a man, you knew that this was what you wanted. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de35b05-96df93b9-a95e-4561-a215-5fb13c0e3ee3.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTM1YjA1LTk2ZGY5M2I5LWE5NWUtNDU2MS1hMjE1LTVmYjEzYzBlM2VlMy5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.wrIUsNgDuunS95jGvxTptOkf8Z6EbzDyruJxqj9p0VY" width="403" height="532"> The End. [[The Beginning]]

You were drawing in the boys yesterday, but you thought you could do better, so you made a poison ivy costume that left nothing to the imagination. It was pretty much a few leaves covering your private parts and nothing else. Finishing it off with a quick dye job, turning your hair a bright red and putting on makeup to suit the character, mainly bright red lipstick, dark grey eyeshadow, and red brows, you left for the second day of the convention. First, though, you took a shot for Instagram. You tagged your location and added the caption. “Come and get me, boys, I’m free and horny!” With several eggplant emojis sprinkled in for good measure. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de35nla-68a36f84-ecc3-4822-a0ad-c09df9aced4b.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTM1bmxhLTY4YTM2Zjg0LWVjYzMtNDgyMi1hMGFkLWMwOWRmOWFjZWQ0Yi5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.NPIcCKSfK6_iP7eDmnQdipEmBj1nU_EmIHmN4Romgfs" width="1009" height="1773"> This was your life now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The End. [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31ta7-c40849ce-07c1-44a4-aca6-733833a69307.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTMxdGE3LWM0MDg0OWNlLTA3YzEtNDRhNC1hY2E2LTczMzgzM2E2OTMwNy5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.-a_VlYZ--7OUyFXstjAa35BKgsHiUJ4C1SxQEQDHBXc" width="741" height="1467"> You had no idea how to process this. You were dressed like a girl that was staying home, casual. As you stood there in shock, the machine came on with one last request. “ARE YOU HAPPY YOUR MAKEOVER, MISS?” [[I am]] [[NO!]]

This could be a lot worse. You could be in a skimpy outfit or even worse, and instead, you were in some decidedly comfortable clothes. You were still a girl, but you assumed that this machine was just busted and answering anything but yes would likely lead to more torture. “Yes, I am happy,” you say, and [[the door opens..]]

“Are you kidding?” You yell, “Of course I’m not happy! NO!” The machine thinks for a second before speaking. “UNDERSTOOD... IT IS CLEAR YOU LACK MOTIVATION... ADDING MOTIVATION AKA NANOBOTS” “Wait, WHAT?!” You try to run, but the machine picks you up and sticks 2 giant needles into your neck. You cry as you feel something enter your bloodstream and flow around, filling out every one of your new curves. “CHANGING TO RUNNING SHOES” The machine pulls off your shoes and replaces them with a pair of women’s running shoes before putting you down. “ENJOY YOUR RUN, MA’AM” The door opens. [[Go on Your Involuntary Run]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3lalr-3f0dca95-dc63-46d0-9af9-8b42e67eeeb9.jpg/v1/fill/w_626,h_417,q_75,strp/4ceb24f3_4c5a_45cc_ae29_da5e1698f9d1_5902_000003fb_by_helforster_de3lalr-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD00MTciLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlM2xhbHItM2YwZGNhOTUtZGM2My00NmQwLTlhZjktOGI0MmU2N2VlZWI5LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD02MjYifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.FjJWnWvSTFq_S7dKoE8Bhu_SnjWOiFjoTwAkvGL02Eg" width="403" height="268"> The Monday appointment to turn you back came and went, and the world kept going. You and Chet were madly in love, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The End. [[The Beginning]]

“Wait, what do you mean? I’m going right home” You say, but for some reason, you feel a tension in your arms and legs like something is forcing them to move. You try to resist, but the nanobots have control. You begin to bounce up and down and sprint out of the salon, running down the street and into the city park. “Please let me go.” You pant. You feel a voice come through your ears. “NOT YET” It was the machine again. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3lcd3-728550bc-803b-475a-9c73-01d7f5b5f590.jpg/v1/fill/w_626,h_893,q_75,strp/57faa38a_551a_4478_b246_f508538b11e1_5786_000003f9_by_helforster_de3lcd3-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04OTMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlM2xjZDMtNzI4NTUwYmMtODAzYi00NzVhLTljNzMtMDFkN2Y1YjVmNTkwLmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD02MjYifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.jdTUDU3hUG_4kXsMlCjvyJUsVxsuMEPQr1Nb3pcuvLI" width="626" height="893"> You run really fast through the park, making record time as the nanobots force you past what you thought your limits were. You were really working up a sweat. Finally, the nanobots made you stop and take a drink of water. While you were bending over at the water fountain, a man approached you. “Hey there, that pace was really incredible back there. “ You look up and see him, a blonde hunk in running clothes. You respond. “Yeah, I had some help” “I’m Dale, by the way.” He says. You don’t want to make this guy think you are into him, but the nanobots have other ideas. They pull your arm out and force you to shake his hand. You feel them moving towards your mouth, forcing you to speak. “I’m Emma!” “When you’re done, do you wanna go back to my place and finish off with some Pilates, then chill with a kale smoothie?” You know what he’s trying to do, but your mouth is no longer under your control. [[“Sure!”]] You say, giddy.

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3lcel-8d48fa43-83c1-4f24-a44a-ec9da8cd590c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTNsY2VsLThkNDhmYTQzLTgzYzEtNGYyNC1hNDRhLWVjOWRhOGNkNTkwYy5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.l61SAw47yr38mwRva0IGEM5yoV1YnrmeQ6O49lAj6sU" width="403" height="227"> The nanobots were in control for many months, but eventually, they turned off. Not that it mattered, you decided that being Emma was the best option for you weeks into it. This is what you wanted, and the hormone cocktail the nanobots fed you definitely helped you come to that decision a lot easier. You and your man were happy, and you’d go on runs every morning before coming back, showering together, and getting a second workout right in bed. THE END. [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de31t28-10824f97-c2e8-491d-88a6-e0dcff8c929d.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTMxdDI4LTEwODI0Zjk3LWMyZTgtNDkxZC04OGE2LWUwZGNmZjhjOTI5ZC5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.YPTTutJLpJEDhVOXgcDTIM21bkk7DBvzQ1aKKOTR80M" width="834" height="1247"> Inside, you are sweating. “This one a new model?” He asks. “Why yes, sir, just came in today.” The concierge assures. Immediately, the man takes his fingers and sticks them between your legs right up into your new pussy. You are crying inside but can’t resist due to the mesh. For some reason, part of this feels good. “Looks like she’s a bit wet. Good girl!” He nods at you. “Now clean off my hand, won’t you?” He puts his sopping wet hand to your mouth, and you start sucking at it, taking care to get every last drop off pussy juice off his hand. You can’t control this, and you are screaming. It tastes so gross. This whole situation is so gross. “Thank you, maid.” The man looks you up and down once more and pulls the concierge aside. For a few minutes, they talk quietly until finally [[he comes back to you.]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de3l9o6-307fda54-7366-43c4-a2ee-aece05240359.jpg/v1/fill/w_616,h_1010,q_75,strp/635cce13_1bd5_456f_baf7_84d292bd8ea3_6066_00000413_by_helforster_de3l9o6-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMDEwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTNsOW82LTMwN2ZkYTU0LTczNjYtNDNjNC1hMmVlLWFlY2UwNTI0MDM1OS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjE2In1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.mRov-reFkFKXiIPAJVJSxe7wkJw8XsomOk8VFatOaQQ" width="616" height="1010"> “Ok, Morgan. How does that feel” Tiffany asks. “Did I give you permission to speak, slave?” Morgan says, dominantly. “What are you talking about?” Tiffany says. “You’re a naughty little slave, aren’t you. It’s time you were punished.” Morgan slapped Tiffany, and she fell over. Morgan dug through the goodies on the wall and found a riding crop. She was excited and went back to Tiffany. “Are you going to submit, or do we have to punish you again, slave?” “I...I submit” Tiffany sighs, defeated. “Good, no put this on.” Morgan tosses an even skimpier leather dress to Tiffany, and she looks at Morgan funny. Morgan smacked her with the riding crop and Tiffany undressed, putting on the outfit. Morgan fitted a collar on the neck of her new slave, dragging her out of the store and back to her apartment. This was going to be a fun relationship, and you were trapped in the back, forced to watch as Morgan tightened her strap on and bent her slave over, ready to show her who’s boss. The End. [[The Beginning]]

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-in;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de345aa-9ccf0fa2-0870-41f0-8ac9-4edb572e4226.jpg/v1/fill/w_674,h_674,q_75,strp/21dbee23_edb8_4c01_b215_9afa32686222_40234_00001d5_by_helforster_de345aa-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD02NzQiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC84OWM1NTRlMi1lZGYxLTQ1M2QtOWJjZi02MDdlMjliNTg4MWVcL2RlMzQ1YWEtOWNjZjBmYTItMDg3MC00MWYwLThhYzktNGVkYjU3MmU0MjI2LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD02NzQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.w3_sTE03aVhcdIPE6AVtBlnB4Rs8RZ418dkE_HLCe0U" width="403" height="403"> You lay down, exasperated by these unfolding events, feeling fear and excitement as you hear hundreds of notifications of new matches coming in. THE END [[The Beginning]]

A big metal VR headset emerged from the ceiling and made its way over your head. This thing is ridiculous. Hypnosis is a myth and it will probably just release you after this whole thing is over. It starts flashing an image in front of your eyes. [[It’s your best male friend.]]

Wait, how did the machine know this? Did it hack your phone? Something was fitted over your ears, and some low-pitched humming began to pulse through. You look at the picture of your friend and almost on instinct, start thinking back to old memories. Every few seconds, there was a bright flash and an even louder pulse of sound, but you didn’t really notice. You remembered the times in high school when you would mess around with teachers and laugh all day. He was so cute back then. You just wanted to have him inside your p- wait, that’s not right. You were never attracted to him. He was just your buddy. There was that one time at the lake where you ran around chucking rocks in. You didn’t really join in because it would have chipped your perfectly manicured pink nails, but you tagged along because afterwards, you were going to take him home and fuck his brains out- WOAH! What was the headset doing? Was it changing her mind? That’s not possible! This thing wouldn’t change you at all, and you knew it. Your name is Trixie, you’re a 23-year-old girl and you remembered how much you loved your high school boyfriend! You remembered that after prom, you actually went back to his place. He treated you like a princess that night, and you wanted to make him feel good. Your let his cock enter your tight pussy, and all night long, you let him thrust in and out, releasing his seed inside you as you both experienced the peak of euphoria at the same time. You love being a girl, and as the VR headset flashed more images, you felt you male control on this story slip away. But you are totally fine with that! Now you knew how to do makeup, so many sexual positions, and your sense of style was on fleek. The headset pulled off and the restraints pulled away. You crossed your legs like a good girl and the computer console shined in front of you. “OOOO” [[You swoon over all the options.]]

One of the options catches your eye: Cosplay. You remember that you wanted to go to the comic convention this weekend, so you needed a cosplay. That’s why you came in! God, you can be such a ditz sometimes! You select that option, and the machine roars to life. [[“SCANNING”]]

A laser came out of the floor and danced all long your body, ending with a loud DING. “OUR ALGORITHM HAS DECIDED THAT THE BEST COSPLAY FOR YOU IS TINKER BELL!” “YAY! I love Tinker Bell!” You clap, squealing. [[“PLEASE DISROBE”]]

You look down and are shocked to see that somehow, you came into this salon wearing disgusting boy clothes! How could this happen? You are a girl, so you listen to the machine, tossing each piece of clothing to the side and standing naked, hand on your hip. [[“BODY SHAPING. PLEASE STEP INTO FOOT AND LEG SHAPERS”]]

As the machine makes its request, the floor opens and a pair of long, metal boots come out. You slip your legs into the contraption, wondering why you didn’t shave them today, and they locked down. You feel a couple needles entering your foot and legs, numbing the sensations. You could also feel a wash of a liquid coming around you. The pneumatic hiss began the process, crushing your feet down to a dainty, feminine size and painting your toenails green. Legs were next, and the machine crushed the lower half down into a thin, slender shape, pushing the displaced fat to the upper legs and thighs, leaving a nice feminine curved look. The boots released to show that your skin was much paler, your legs more feminine, and most importantly, your pesky hair gone for good! You did a little playful kick in celebration, and a large tube came from the floor. [[“PLEASE FIT THE HIP AND BUTT SHAPER AROUND YOUR HIPS.”]]

You put your arms up and start lowering the thing over your hips, doing a little flutter as the work begins. The same liquid washes away the hair and makes your skin much more girly. The device grabs the edges of your pelvis and pulls out, cracking and pulling until they reach a wide, girlish roundness. The butt shapers help compliment this, pumping mass into each of his cheeks, rounding them out to a perfect bubble shape. After a bit, the device comes off and another one is put in its place. [[“PLEASE STEP INTO THE GENITAL INVERTER”]]

You clap! This is going to get rid of that gross man part that is stuck on you for some reason. The device itself looks pretty industrial, like if an athletic cup met a metal urinal. You shake your butt over and sit your crotch into it, giggling as it tickles you with the changes. The genital inverter is a very technical device. Now that your penis was inside the inverter, it got to work. First, it did a heavy spray with a really intense chemical. This removed all hair and began the genetic rewrite of the cells involved. It also had the side effect of numbing the area for what was about to happen. A small hand-like device started stroking the shaft, and it naturally started to grow, filling with blood, and getting aroused. As the hand stroked and got to the point of climax, a pneumatic piston pulled back, readying itself for the release. The stroking quickened, and finally your penis ejaculated. The second it did, the pneumatic piston came in, slamming itself into the newly wet and flaccid dick with a long, rubber phallus, beginning the inversion in earnest. Small hand emerged from the dildo, massaging more chemicals into the tissue, stretching out the scrotum, and reshaping it, pushing it further up and turning it into a uterus, folding the outside into the lips of your new vagina. The testicles were already shifting as a result of the chemicals, moving up with the help of the arms and flipping around, turning into ovaries and hanging out right above your uterus. For all intents and purposes, you were a girl. You giggled when the device pulled away, revealing the cute little pussy you always needed. Then a large metal corset came from the wall, pulling around your torso and pulling in. It was hard to breath, but you were happy that it was helping your girlish figure. You almost passed out as it finally let up, giving out a waist that was elegantly tapered in, leaving you with an hourglass look. It also crushed your height down to a tiny 5’2”. [[“BREAST ENHANCERS. PLEASE PUT THESE ON YOUR CHEST”]]

What looked like two large, clear toilet plungers emerged from the ceiling and you suctioned them onto your chest. Needles inserted themselves into your nipples and started to pull, creating two big mounds of flesh and pulling away, leaving a perky set of D cup breasts. You bounced up and down, letting the masses of flesh bounce with you. [[The arms and face were next]], and you quickly put your head in what looked like a big mask, your arms in what looked like long gloves.

The arms were pretty self-explanatory, pulling them down to a slender, feminine shape, shrinking the hands, and giving you a manicure with some light clear coat. [[To The Face]]

On your face, more work had to be done. First, the shapers moved the shape into a smaller, rounded look. Your lips were plumped up a little bit, and your cheek bones were cracked up. The machine gave you a nose job with its molding, leaving you with a thing, dainty nose with a little round end. For eyes, it had to change you eye color. Using lasers and more chemicals, they shifted to an almost impossibly light blue color. [[to your hair]]

For your hair, the machine massaged some chemicals which both turned your hair into a golden blonde color, but made it grow at incredible speeds. It ended down at your shoulders, and the machine tied it up into a really beautiful updo, with only a couple little locks touching your cheek as an accent. [[Makeup!]]

The makeup was thick, starting with a layer of pasty white foundation, followed by some heavy contouring and some light, red lipstick to touch up. Light red blush was applied to your cheeks and some dark eyeshadow made its way onto your eyelids while thick eyeliner and mascara was applied to really make your eyes pop. [[Release]]

All of the devices released, and you found yourself in front of a mirror. You looked so hot, and when the machine came down with your cosplay, you could barely contain your excitement. First was a pair of panties, green and satin. They were smooth and fit over your new curves perfectly. Next were some really light, sheer white stockings, which rolled up easily and made you look great. The tinker bell dress was a really short one, coming up low on your breasts, showing them off really well, high on your legs, so high that you could almost catch a peak at your cute butt. The green sparkly heels and the wings were last, and you slipped both on with ease. [[Take a look at yourself]]

“Wait, I don’t want that! LET ME GO!” You scream, thrashing against the restraints. The chair pulls apart, pulling you into a spread-eagle position. Several arms come over and rip off all your clothes, leaving you nude and embarrassed. [[“INITIAL SCAN”]]

A red laser danced over your skin, ending with a loud DING. Just like that, a bunch of nozzles came out and started spraying every inch of your body. The liquid felt soft and cool, all around nice. It made your body hair fall out and your skin soften, tanning a bit. You didn’t notice that. [[“BEGINNING BODY RESHAPE”]]

Two large, metal devices that looked like really long boots came over and latched onto your legs. You screamed as it crushed in, forcing your feet into dainty sizes and making your legs into slender sticks. On your upper legs, it created thick, juicy thighs. After holding there for a second, the devices pulled away and you looked at your newly feminine legs in horror. “Why are you doing this?!” The machine ignored, and placed a large, hip shaped object over your hips. [[“HIP RESHAPE”]]

The pain was immense as the machine cracked you pelvis out, widening your hips and forcing your ass into a round shape. If you were looking from behind, you would look exactly like a really hot woman. [[“WAIST RESHAPE”]]

When it wrapped around you, it looked like a corset made of metal. What it felt like was more like a python. It constricted, tapering in your waist and pushing the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, and just as you were about to pass out, it relented, pulling away to reveal a slender, much shorter torso. It had taken several inches from you, making you stand at a dainty 5’6”. The process made you tired, and you almost dozed off as the next devices latched on. [[“ARM RESHAPE”]]

The metal gloves that were the arm reshapers wrapped around each arm, constricting much like the leg shapers, but this time focusing only on slimming your arms down. When they pulled away, you were left with slender, feminine arms and long fingers painted with French tips. The machine had also done you the kindness of adding a few bangles to you left wrist. [[“BREAST AUGMENTATION”]]

It looked like a metal bra, and with gusto it latched onto your chest. You felt a prick, and the flesh began to expand. First small, and then much bigger. By the end, it had reached a set of solid C cup breasts, and when the machine pulled away, you were shocked at what you saw. Not nearly as shocked, however, as the next step. [[“GENITAL INVERSION”]]

“Wait WHAT?!” you cried. The genital inverter looked like a big metal urinal, and it sucked onto your penis. Now that your penis was inside the inverter, it got to work. First, it did a heavy spray with some really intense chemicals. It removed all unsightly hair and began the genetic rewrite of the cells. It also had the side effect of numbing the area for what was about to happen. A small hand-like device started stroking the shaft, and it naturally started to grow, filling with blood, and getting aroused. As the hand stroked and got to the point of climax, a pneumatic piston pulled back, readying itself for the release. The stroking quickened, and finally your penis ejaculated. The second it did, the pneumatic piston came in, slamming itself into the newly wet and flaccid dick with a long, rubber phallus, beginning the inversion in earnest. Small hand emerged from the dildo, massaging more chemicals into the tissue, stretching out the scrotum, and reshaping it, pushing it further up and turning it into a uterus, folding the outside into the lips of your new vagina. The testicles were already shifting as a result of the chemicals, moving up with the help of the arms and flipping around, turning into ovaries and hanging out right above your uterus. For all intents and purposes, you were a girl. When it pulled away, you shrieked. This was impossible! It couldn’t be! You whimpered as the machine wrapped your head in a metal helmet. [[“HAIR AND MAKEUP BEGIN.”]]

The device started crunching your face into shape, starting with a much longer, slender, feminine jawline, and leading up to much plumper, womanly lips. Your cheek bones were raised slightly, and your nose was lowered and slimmed, now lying much closer to your lips. It started massaging your scalp with a set of chemicals that forced your hair to shift to a deep auburn color and grow out at incredibly fast rates, ending up down past your shoulders. For makeup, the machine went simple. A darker flesh colored lipstick was applied, and a matching eyeshadow was applied to compliment it. Your brows were painfully tweezed into slender lines, and a little bit of shimmering concealer was added around to make you pop. The machine pulled away and kept working. [[“WARDROBE: DATE NIGHT”]]

A black lace pushup bra was placed around your new chest and a black lace thong was added, reminding you that your new crack was really weird to you. The little black dress was placed over your body, hugging your curves and tapering out by your hips, and heels two stiletto sandals were put around your feet with a little strap. The machine handed you a purse, a black clutch, and put you down, putting a mirror in front of your new body. [[Take A Look]]

“Kinky, I like it.” You say, strapping the thing to your neck. “So are we going to go get coffee or do we just want to go back to your place... woah what was that.” You feel a tingling sensation coming from the collar. “Don’t you worry, I’m just calibrating it. Ok, command collar online.” She says, and the tingling made you feel at peace. You didn’t feel the need to move or even think, just stand. “Fantastic, looks like its online. Collar add commands. Your name is Winnie. You are a girl. You are going to follow my every word I say like the word of god.” She said sternly. Something felt right. The tingles felt good, and this woman emanated safety to you. You were able to look in the mirror and saw the disgusting boy body in there. That can’t be you, right? You are a girl. You look to the stylist and [[await her instructions. ]]

“Take a seat, Winnie”, She brings you over to an empty salon chair and you take a seat. A cape was wrapped around you to prevent hair from getting everywhere, and the curtains were drawn for a bit of privacy. [[“Well, let’s get your hair extensions first.”]]

She pulled out a big box and started clipping lock after lock of hair into your hair. It was a deep brown and went down to your back. The more she put on, the more you felt good. The hair was helping you look more like the woman you were, and you giggled when she took scissors to it, cutting back down just past your shoulders. She put on some gloves and began to brush some goo into the long locks. After letting it set, she brought a rinsing sinking and lowered your head in, coating cold water and rinsing the excess dye out. When you emerged, you saw the blonde highlights really accentuating your brunette hair. The stylist grabbed a curling iron and went to town, giving you long, loose curls all over and adding volume to your look. [[“What do you think?” She asked.]]

“I love it!” you said, but the stylist winced a little bit. “OMG, I completely forgot to fix your voice, Winnie! I’m so sorry! Collar, [[activate voice feminizer.”]]

You felt the tingling come back, and it went up into your throat and vocal cords. You spoke “How’s that?” and your voice was several octaves higher with a distinct vocal fry. “YAY!” You were so happy with your new, sexy voice. [[“Let’s get your makeup done, babe!” The stylist giggled]]

She grabbed a box of cosmetics. First, though, she grabbed a needle and inserted it into your lips. It was a collagen injection, and it made your lips plumper and more feminine. This was followed by a thick layer of pastel pink lipstick. You smacked your lips and smiled with the new look. The stylist grabbed an eyeliner pencil and put in a little beauty mark by your lips and started on your eyes, going for a thick cat eye look and putting some dark pink eyeshadow on, finishing with some concealer to contour your face into a more feminine look and some peach blush. [[“Let me grab the shapers and get you looking HOT!”]] She said

She started digging around, emerging with a large piece of fake skin. The stylist nodded and you took all of your clothes off, putting your arms above your head so she could get it around. She wrapped it around you and clicked a button. You could feel it begin to constrict, but the pain wasn’t too bad as you were going to look so good by the end. Your waist tapered in, making the appearance of an hourglass figure. [[butt pads]]

The butt pads were next, and they went on smoothly, blending in with your skin and binding to the surface. The stylist whistled and almost a dozen stylists popped in carrying shaving cream and razors. They went to town, lathering you head to toe and dragging the blades across every inch of your body. The shaving cream also acted as a moisturizer and helped soften your skin into a more feminine tone. When they pulled away and left, there was not an ounce of unsightly body hair in sight. [[To the Chest]]

“I think we should grab you some assets, don’t you think?” The stylist said, pulling a pair of giant breast forms from the box. She placed them on your chest and you could feel them binding to your body. When you looked in the mirror, you felt confident and sexy up until [[you got down to your crotch.]]

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you out there” The stylist smirked, kneeling down before placing a large, skin colored triangle on your dick. It stuck through, so the stylist winked at you before she started sucking. It felt great, with her bobbing up and down on your hard cock. There was an odd disconnect, because despite all the pleasure you were feeling, a cock isn’t a girly part. This was alleviated when you came, releasing your load before the stylist came in with a black dildo in her perfectly manicured hand, pounding the newly flaccid cock inside. She used the phallus to shape the organs inside of you and give the illusion of a pussy. Your ball sack was now inside out, and your shaft was tucked aside as she reformed it to look like pussy lips and a sizable cavity. She clicked a button on a remote and you felt a wave of pleasure move through you. The girlish sensations down there really started going wild, and it was even more intense when the stylist shoved her tongue up your new lady parts, licking all around and making you feel wave after wave of orgasmic glee before finally squealing like the sexy little girl you are! You were panting, and the stylist came up and kissed you. “My name is Tracy, by the way! I play for the other team, but now I helped you switch sides.” [[Get Dressed]]

Tracy handed you a bra and a pair of panties, which you put on easily. You spun around to look at your curves when Tracy handed you a pleated plaid short skirt, which showed off your thighs and accentuated your body. Last was a long-sleeved knitted crop top. It showed off your flat belly and cut low enough to really let your cleavage shine. Last was a pair of heeled cowboy boots, which you put on. [[Look in the mirror]]

That’s when you see her, pouring a few shots of tequila and sliding them over to a group of girls. You finally make your way to the bar and flag her down. She’s wearing some dark skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a dark leather jacket zipped almost all the way up. Her hair is black and straight. You couldn’t tell how sexy she was underneath all those layers, but her demeanor screamed it, nonetheless. [[order]]

“I’ll have a mint julep, heavy on the mint, swap bourbon for gin.” You order confidently. “interesting order... you know, I have one other customer that likes their Julep like that.” She looks you up and down. “It’s me, Brittney.” You state plainly. “That’s really funny. How’s he doing?” Brittney starts pouring the cocktail. “No, you don’t understand. This is going to sound crazy, but Tiffany told me to go to this salon. They put me in this room, and I swear the machine malfunctioned and turned me into this!” You twirl around, showing off your body. “Wow, you’re really dedicated to this bit. Did he put you up to this?” She puts down the glass in front of you. [[try to convince]]

“Ok, how about this. Your favorite color is blue, but not just any blue. It’s the blue color you saw in the sky the day your sister Beth left for college. You’re not close to your parents, but you always were inseparable with her. Your favorite drink is a Moscow mule in glass because-“ You try to say, but Brittney interrupts. “Because the copper mug is a dumb gimmick. Holy shit, it is you!” Brittney looks you up and down once more. “Backroom, 10 minutes. If you’re really him, you know the room and the door code.” [[later]]

Back in the room, you fiddle around with your dress and mess with the straps on your heels, stretching and waiting, checking your phone while you sit. You’re leaving a comment on an old photo when Brittney bursts in and plants her lips on yours. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;cursor: zoom-out;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de387bt-a72e8f6e-71f6-49c5-a62f-caa17e5fda3e.jpg/v1/fill/w_754,h_1060,q_75,strp/1bccbce8_5173_47c1_b2e7_c5a0234ebe9c_2549_000001ce_by_helforster_de387bt-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMDYwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTM4N2J0LWE3MmU4ZjZlLTcxZjYtNDljNS1hNjJmLWNhYTE3ZTVmZGEzZS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NzU0In1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.3t8R0-UTBFQUdwvI_b3ao71SIZjPHpUugbgUAyW7LDY" width="754" height="1060"> You sit at that moment for what feels like forever, the bliss of your love finally being reciprocated moving through you. The two of you embrace for a while, but eventually, [[Brittney pulls back.]]

“I have to get back to work. I want this. Do you?” She says. “Yes”, you smile before kissing her once more. “Good. Meet me after I’m off. Girlfriends?” She responds. “Girlfriends.” Your heart flutters as you hear the words exiting your mouth. “So what do I call you now?” She asks. “I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it.” You quietly say, embarrassed. “How about Vera. I think it suits you.” She bops you on the nose playfully. “Yeah, Vera. I like it.” You respond. “Good. See you soon.” Brittney kisses you once more and scurries out, all aflutter. You knew you made the right choice, and the smile going across your face isn’t going to fade anytime soon. Becoming Vera is the best decision you ever made, and you couldn’t be happier. The End [[The Beginning]]

You try to run away, but the arms grab you once more and dangle you over the ground. “[[YOU ARE A GIRL.]]”, The machine says

“FUCK OFF”, you say. Another arm comes and straps an anklet onto your leg. It is tightened and suddenly, you feel an intense shock. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” You scream in pain. “YOUR NAME IS TARA” The machine insists. “NO! IT’S NOT! I’M A MAN” You respond, defiantly. [[“OH, REALLY?”]]

The machine uses its arms to pull your legs apart. An arm moves your dress out of the way and pulls your panties down before presenting a giant dildo in front of your face. “WOULD A MAN GET FUCKED LIKE THIS?” The machine now took on an almost mocking tone before touching the tip of the fake cock to the lips of your pussy. “YOU ARE A SEXY LITTLE SLUT” The machine says. [[“GET FUCKED” You scream.]]

With that, the machine slams the dildo into your pussy, slowly thrusting in and out. It feels strange and you feel weirdly good. As it increases in speed, you feel the pleasure inside building and building before it just stops. The dildo pulls out and you feel like shit. The machine speaks up again. [[“YOU ARE A SLUTTY GIRL WHO LIKES DICK”]]

You whimper, unable to really scream anymore. “Please, just let me go.” “YOU ARE A SLUTTY GIRL WHO LIKES DICK” it repeats itself before strapping a second anklet to you, letting both shock you. “AAAAAAHHHHHHH OK! [[I’m a girl...p..p..please stop]].”

The machine takes a second before slamming the dildo back into your pussy, thrusting hard and making you cum. You scream in orgasmic glee, panting as the big cock pulls out. It puts you in an upright position and presents you with a small stack of papers, placing a pen in your hand. [[“SIGN”]]

“What are these?” “SIGN.” The machine repeats before sending a burst of electricity through the anklets. You scream and with a shaking hand, [[sign the papers.]]

“YOU ARE NOW LEGALLY A GIRL... YOU WAIVE YOUR RIGHT TO SUE... A NÜ YOU AGENT WILL MAKE VISITS TO ENSURE COMPLIANCE... HAVE A NICE DAY.” The arms toss you out of the room and you gulped. You didn’t really understand what the machine meant, but you needed to cool down after this ordeal. You went to a bar that was close by and got a drink. The eyes on you were very uncomfortable, and you had to brush off more than one creepy dude trying to get into your pants, or, well, lack thereof. You got back to your apartment to find that there had been a break-in. Anything that might serve as proof that you were ever a boy was missing, and your closet was now full of girly clothes. That night, you are still in shock and try to take off the anklets. They won’t budge, and every time you got close, they would shock you again. You decided to get some [[sleep and dozed off.]]

The next morning, you were awakened by a knock at the door. You had no idea who it could possibly be, but you opened it up. [[A giant man, muscular and tall, bursts in]] with a small leather bag.

“So, you must be the little girl who had a hard time listening.” He says, smiling. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I understand” You wonder. “This your signature?” He hands you a sheet of paper with your signature at the bottom. It must have been one of the ones the machine forced you to sign. “I...I...” you stutter, fear building inside. “Don’t worry, we’ll teach you how to behave you little slut.” He laughed as he pulled the collar and the leash out of his bag. [[“Now, sit.”]]

Several years later, Bram, your master, had taught you how to act like a good little submissive slut. You were basically his slave, and he would punish you when you showed any sign that you were a boy. Use your old name? Whipping. Refer to yourself as a man? Spanking. Look romantically at anything that wasn’t a man? Bram would show you what a real man did. Eventually, you broke. There was not one ounce of fight left in you, and you actually started to enjoy the punishment, started gaining pleasure from the kink lifestyle. You loved Bram, and Bram loved you. <img style="-webkit-user-select: none;margin: auto;" src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/89c554e2-edf1-453d-9bcf-607e29b5881e/de362tx-c72f9a52-dc3b-4203-aded-1720bc339355.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODljNTU0ZTItZWRmMS00NTNkLTliY2YtNjA3ZTI5YjU4ODFlXC9kZTM2MnR4LWM3MmY5YTUyLWRjM2ItNDIwMy1hZGVkLTE3MjBiYzMzOTM1NS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.l5OzHoAM_Wa21wAczeece3PzRqDaMoU6w1Mdsoqrk2w"> You were his little submissive and he was your daddy. The End. [[The Beginning]]

“Hmm, that is my sister. Why is it greeting me as her?” You wonder, the reality slowly dawning on you. The chair pulls apart, pulling you into a spread-eagle position. Several arms come over and rip off all your clothes, leaving you nude and embarrassed. [[“INITIAL SCAN.”]]

“OK, NEVERMIND” You scream, thrashing at the restraints to no avail. Two large, metal devices that looked like really long boots came over and latched onto your legs. You screamed as it crushed in, forcing your feet into dainty sizes and making your legs into slender sticks. On your upper legs, it created thick, juicy thighs. After holding there for a second, the devices pulled away and you looked at your newly feminine legs in horror. You recognize those legs. You recognize those feet... “Why are you doing this?!”, you demand. The machine ignored, and placed a large, hip shaped object over your hips. [[“HIP RESHAPE.”]]

When it wrapped around you, it looked like a corset made of metal. What it felt like was more like a python. It constricted, tapering in your waist and pushing the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, and just as you were about to pass out, it relented, pulling away to reveal a slender, much shorter torso. You were now 5’5”, the same height as your sister. [[“ARM RESHAPE.”]]

The metal gloves that were the arm reshapers wrapped around each arm, constricting much like the leg shapers, but this time focusing only on slimming your arms down. When they pulled away, you were left with slender, feminine arms and long fingers painted with very light pink pastel polish. [[“BREAST AUGMENTATION.”]]

It looked like a metal bra, and with gusto it latched onto your chest. You felt a prick, and the flesh began to expand. First small, and then much bigger. By the end, it had reached a set of solid DD cup breasts, and when the machine pulled away, you were shocked at what you saw. They were your sister’s breasts. You hadn’t come to terms with what was happening, but the machine’s next words cut right through that shock. [[“GENITAL INVERSION.”]]

The device started crunching your face into shape, starting by pushing your face into a longer, slenderer look. Your lips were plumped to huge sizes as well. Your cheek bones were raised slightly, and your nose was lowered and slimmed, now lying much closer to your lips. It started massaging your scalp with a set of chemicals that forced your hair to shift to a deep brown/blonde color and grow out at incredibly fast rates, ending up down past your shoulders. The machine put your hair into big curlers, spraying them and letting them set. For makeup, the machine went with a vibrant look. Dark lip liner around your plump lips was filled in with a slightly lighter, maroon lipstick. Deep ruby blush was applied in a thick layer to your cheeks and a thick, dark red eye shadow was applied to your lids. Mascara and cat eye eyeliner made your eyes pop, and the machine finally removed the curlers, showing big curls going all the way down, adding volume and depth to your hair. The machine pulled away and kept working. [[“WARDROBE: BRIDE”]]

The only undergarments applied were a pair of panties. They were white and lace, feeling deeply strange riding up your new crack. A garter belt was strapped around your waist, resting on your newly widened hips. Some white stockings were pulled up your legs and were clipped onto your belt. Your ears were pierced, adding some gorgeous diamond studs, and a diamond wedding ring was added to your ring finger. The wedding dress emerged from the wall. You remembered when Tiffany showed it to you, and you were so happy for her. Now that dress was inching towards you before pouncing, fitting around your curves and zipping up. The dress was a mermaid style wedding dress, hugging your curves all the way down. From the bottom of the legs to the hips, it was a solid piece of white fabric, but as it went up, it became defined by thin lace. You could see your beautiful skin through the holes, and your breasts were almost entirely visible through them as well. The dress had some thin straps and had a V that went down to really show off your sister’s cleavage. It was an elegant and beautiful dress, and with the final zip, you were wearing it. The machine finished by adding some really high white heels before putting you down, letting the mirror speak for itself. [[Take a Look at Yourself]]

“Hmm, that is my sister. Perhaps this is what I should’ve done!” You wonder. The chair pulls apart, pulling you into a spread-eagle position. Several arms come over and rip off all your clothes, leaving you nude and embarrassed. [[“INITIAL SCAN”.]]

The machine ignored, and placed a large, hip shaped object over your hips. [[“HIP RESHAPE”..]]

When it wrapped around you, it looked like a corset made of metal. What it felt like was more like a python. It constricted, tapering in your waist and pushing the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, and just as you were about to pass out, it relented, pulling away to reveal a slender, much shorter torso. Oddly enough, it didn’t shorten you at all so you look like a tall thin beanpole. [[“ARM RESHAPE”..]]

The metal gloves that were the arm reshapers wrapped around each arm, constricting much like the leg shapers, but this time focusing only on slimming your arms down. When they pulled away, you were left with slender, feminine arms and long fingers painted with white polish, filed into a sexy point. [[“BREAST AUGMENTATION”..]]

It looked like a metal bra, and with gusto it latched onto your chest. You felt a prick, and the flesh began to expand. First small, and then much bigger. By the end, it had reached a set of solid B cup breasts, and when the machine pulled away, you were shocked at what you saw. Not nearly as shocked, however, as the next step. [[“GENITAL INVERSION”..]]

The device started crunching your face into shape, starting by pushing your jawline in and up to make a more feminine look. Your cheek bones were raised slightly, and your nose was lowered and slimmed, now lying much closer to your lips and jutting out a bit more. It started massaging your scalp with a set of chemicals that forced your hair to shift to a deep brown color and grow out at incredibly fast rates, ending up down past your shoulders. The machine pulled your hair back into a ponytail, tying back with a pink scrunchie. For makeup, the machine went simple. A glossy pink lipstick was applied, and a matching eyeshadow was added to compliment it. Your brows were painfully tweezed into slender lines, and a little bit of shimmering concealer was added around to make you pop. The machine pulled away and kept working. [[“WARDROBE: BRIDAL SHOWER”..]]

A pink strapless bra was placed around your new chest, pushing your new breasts together and showing off your assets and a pair of pink panties were added, reminding you that your new crack was really weird to you. The machine pulled out a dress that you’d recognize anywhere. It was a bridesmaid dress for your sister’s wedding. It was a pinkish purple dress with a single sleeve. The bottom tapered out with pleating, going all the way down to the floor, getting more shear as it went. There was a cloth piece separating the skirt from the bodice, and it further accentuated the ample curves on display. A pair of pink flats were placed on your feet, and the machine finished by piercing your ears, hanging some dangly earrings from the new holes. After it was done, it placed you down, releasing you from its grasp, putting a mirror in front of your new body. [[Look at Yourself]]

When you exit the room, you see your sister. She’s wearing a simple tank top and some skinny jeans. When you walk up to her, she’s confused. “I’m sorry, who are you?” Tiffany looks you up and down. “It’s me, Tiff. Your brother. I waited in the private room like that stylist told me and it turned me into this!” You say, manic. “God, those auto-closets are so prone to malfunctions. Let me see what I can do. Hey, Tracy!” She scurries over to the stylist that brought you to the room. “Yeah?” Tracy says. “It looks like my brother got the bad end of one of the malfunctions. [[Can you fix it?]]” Tiffany asks.

“I’ll see what I can do, where is he?” Tracy looks around, but you butt in. “Right here.” Your gaze goes to the ground as you are embarrassed of your current form. “WOW, that thing did a number on you girl! Hell, I’d tap that!” She looked you up and down. “Woah there, Tracy. Slow your roll. Can we turn him back?” Tiffany smiled. “I can try to get a technician in on Monday, but I can’t do much right now.” Tracy explained. “Wait, but your wedding is on Sunday! [[What are we going to do?!”]] You start crying.

You don’t want to miss your sister’s wedding. Your sister starts laughing. “What’s so funny?”, you mutter through tears. “Uh, the answer is staring us right in the face, sis!” Tiffany laughs. “What do you mean?” You say. “You’re going to attend my wedding, but you’re going to do it as a bridesmaid! I can just say that you’re an old friend that just came to town and we’ll slip you right in!” Tiffany explains. “Are you sure that will work?” You say, brightening up a little. “Of course! [[But there is one thing.”]] Tiffany smirked.

“Yeah?” you said. “Well, you’re in your bridesmaid dress and the wedding is tomorrow. The bachelorette party is tonight, so you can’t go around so formal and unless you’re hiding some big secrets, I’m pretty sure you don’t have many cute outfits to wear.” The smile on her face grew even bigger. “Wait, does that mean-“ you start to say, but she interrupts you. [[“SHOPPING SPREE!”]] Tiffany grabs you by the arm and heads straight to the mall with you in tow.

It felt like you were trying on outfits for hours. Dresses, skirts, skinny jeans, heels, flats, boots, bras, panties, and just about everything you could think of crossed your new body. It was awkward at first, but with your sister there to support you, it started to feel good. By the end, you were having just as much fun as your sister and you had picked out a ton of cute outfits. Your sister took you back to the salon briefly to get a quick dye job. She thought you’d look better with some blonde highlights, and you were so caught up in the fun that you agreed. When you got to the bachelorette party in your long black, sheer skirt, short shorts underneath, and a black crop top that almost looked like a bra, you felt confident. Even the strappy heels you were wearing felt better. [[Take a Look at yourself at the party]]

“Thank you” you say, smugly before the robotic arms grab you once more. They start taking your clothes off, slipping the heels aside, removing the dress, and pulling the panties away. It leaves the bra on for some reason as the machine speaks up again. “ALTERNATE OPTION SELECTED... [[BRIDAL SHOP WINDOW MODEL]]....”

“Wait, what does that mean” You ask. Something emerges from the floor. It’s a big rectangular metal plate with a long metal rod welded to the back, sticking up with a very long metal dildo at the end. Stuck to the base plate are two metallic heels with a strappy style. Looking inside, you see a viscous substance sloshing around in the soles. The arms take hold of your legs and begin moving them into the heels, pressing them in and holding until the glue is dried. You would notice that if it wasn’t for the dildo being pressed inside of your pussy. The shoes are stuck down is such a way that the rod naturally goes [[right up your crotch.]]

The machine then gets to work, pulling the pony tail out of your hair and moving it around so that a bit of it is in the front. A nozzle emerged from the ceiling and started spraying you with a thick, clear goo of some sort. You try to writhe out of this scenario, but your feet are stuck, your crotch even more stuck with a literal stick up your pussy. The arms force you into a pose, your left arm on your hip and your right arm down before a lamp glows on the areas. You feel the substance hardening, and as it does it becomes more and more difficult to move. Your face is still free, so you plead. [[“P...please... stop...”]] you whimper.

“FACIAL EXPRESSION NOT SATISFACTORY... AWAIT MOTIVATION” With that, you start feeling vibrations increase as the dildo begins to purr. It’s ok at first, but soon after starting, it begins thrusting in and out with faster and faster speeds. It feels incredibly strange, but somehow also good. The waves of pleasure move through you as the false cock fills you up, faster and faster until the mounting pressure is unbearable. Your eyes almost roll back in your head and you scream, your first orgasm as a woman complete. As the pleasure dissipated, your face turned to a calmer smile, and that’s when the lamp hit you. You felt your face and hair settling in place as you could no longer move. The machine had basically covered you in a thin layer of lacquer. Any onlooker would think you were just a really realistically painted mannequin, and you were terrified. You tried to cry, but your eyes could no longer move enough to shed a tear. You tried to scream, but your mouth would not make the shape. [[“DEMONSTRATE DAILY FEEDING SUBROUTINE.”]]

From the base of the mannequin stand emerged a long arm holding a long, white dildo. It moved up to your mouth and inserted itself, thrusting in and out before ejecting a load of some milky substance down your throat. You couldn’t taste it because the dildo had gone so far down, but you felt it hit your stomach and fill you up a bit. Like that, the dildo [[disappeared back into the mannequin stand.]]

The floor opened and began to lower you into a dark room. After a few days of waiting in the dark and still not getting used to not only the daily feedings, but the daily fuckings from the stick up your vagina, you felt the room move. You heard men grabbing the box you were in and loading you onto a truck. The trip took several more days, but finally, you were opened up by a woman. She was older and wore glasses resting on the tip of her nose. She inspected her new Mannequin and nodded, grabbing a short red bridesmaid dress and fitting it onto you. It had a low-cut neckline with sleeves that hung down over your shoulders and pockets, which were handy for placing the hand glued to your hip. [[Look at your predicament]]

“Wait, WHAT?!” You scream, thrashing against the restraints. The chair pulls apart, pulling you into a spread-eagle position. Several arms come over and rip off all your clothes, leaving you nude and embarrassed. [[“.INITIAL SCAN”]]

A red laser danced over your skin, ending with a loud DING. Just like that, a bunch of nozzles came out and started spraying your entire body. The liquid felt soft and cool, all around nice. It made your body hair fall out and your skin soften, shifting to a very light Asian tone. You didn’t notice it too much. [[“.BEGINNING LEG RESHAPE”]]

Two large, metal devices that looked like really long boots came over and latched onto your legs. You screamed as it crushed in, forcing your feet into dainty sizes and making your legs into slender sticks. On your upper legs, it created some wider, sensual thighs. After holding there for a second, the devices pulled away and you looked at your newly feminine legs in horror. “Why are you doing this?!” The machine placed a large, hip shaped object over your hips. [[“.HIP RESHAPE”]]

The pain was immense as the machine cracked you pelvis out, widening your hips and forcing your ass into a slender curved shape. [[“.WAIST RESHAPE”]]

When it wrapped around you, it looked like a corset made of metal. What it felt like was more like a python. It constricted, tapering in your waist and pushing the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, and just as you were about to pass out, it relented, pulling away to reveal a slender, much shorter torso. It had taken some height from you, making you stand at 5’9”. [[“.ARM RESHAPE”]]

The metal shapes that wrapped around each arm, constricting much like the leg shapers, but this time focusing only on slimming your arms down. When they pulled away, you were left with slender, feminine arms and long fingers painted with a clear coat. The machine had also done you the kindness of adding a pearl bracelet to you left wrist. [[“.BREAST AUGMENTATION”]]

“Wait WHAT?!” you sobbed. The genital inverter looked like a big metal urinal, and it sucked onto your penis. Now that your penis was inside the inverter, it got to work. First, it did a heavy spray with some really intense chemicals. It removed all unsightly hair and began the genetic rewrite of the cells. It also had the side effect of numbing the area for what was about to happen. A small hand-like device started stroking the shaft, and it naturally started to grow, filling with blood, and getting aroused. As the hand stroked and got to the point of climax, a pneumatic piston pulled back, readying itself for the release. The stroking quickened, and finally your penis ejaculated. The second it did, the pneumatic piston came in, slamming itself into the newly wet and flaccid dick with a long, rubber phallus, beginning the inversion in earnest. Small hand emerged from the dildo, massaging more chemicals into the tissue, stretching out the scrotum, and reshaping it, pushing it further up and turning it into a uterus, folding the outside into the lips of your new vagina. The testicles were already shifting as a result of the chemicals, moving up with the help of the arms and flipping around, turning into ovaries and hanging out right above your uterus. For all intents and purposes, you were a girl. When it pulled away, you shrieked. This was impossible! It couldn’t be! You whimpered as the machine wrapped your head in a metal helmet. [[“.HAIR AND MAKEUP BEGIN.”]]

The device started crunching your face into shape, starting with a much feminine shape, long and thin, and leading up to slightly bigger, womanly lips. Your cheek bones were raised, and your nose tapered into a dainty, slender shape. It started massaging your scalp with a set of chemicals that turned your hair pitch black with a slight red tint and cultivated it to grow incredibly fast, flowing down and ending up down past your shoulders. For makeup, the machine went simple. A lighter, slightly pink colored lipstick was applied. Your brows were painfully tweezed into slender and soft arches, and a little bit of shimmering foundation was added around to make you everything smooth out. The machine pulled away and kept working. [[“.WARDROBE: BUSINESS FORMAL”]]

A black satin bra was placed around your new chest and a white set of panites was added, reminding you that your new crack was really strange feeling. A low cut blouse was placed over your torso. It was white and had some short, frilly sleeves and came down far into your cleavage. A high waisted pencil skirt, darker beige but with a white highlight was placed around your hips, buckled into place. This whole outfit was hugging your curves and making you look so sexy. For heels, a pair of beige stilettos were put around your fee. The machine handed you a purse, a white clutch, and put you down, putting a mirror in front of your new body. [[Take a Look at Yourself.]]

“Wait what?!” Before you can run, the machine picks you up again and places you in front of a large TV. The lights flash, and you see a picture of an office building. You’ve never seen this office before, but as the lights keep flashing, it begins to look more and more familiar. After a few seconds of this, something clicks. This is where you work. You’re a secretary at the massive Nü Corporation. Something felt wrong, however. You didn’t remember any male secretaries at the company. The next picture that flashed on the screen was one of you as a man. It must have been taken from your Facebook profile, so it freaked you out a bit that the machine had it. As the lights flashed even more, the picture shifted, each time a little more as your male body in the picture morphed into a female form. With each flash, it felt natural. This was you, and the machine was just showing you a picture of yourself. You were a really sexy girl, and you loved dressing in short skirts to make all the boys swoon. Next, a picture of the English alphabet flashed on the screen, and as the lights kept flashing, they morphed in your head, the English you know fading away, replaced with something else. You never learned English, but that didn’t matter because you worked for the Chinese wing of the Nü Corporation. [[Mandarin and Cantonese were all you really needed.]]

As the lights continued, your memories of ever being a boy began to fade, replaced with your life as a girl. Football practice was swapped out for makeup tutorials with your mom, your first kiss with your high school girlfriend faded away, with your first time with your boyfriend remaining. The you that entered the room no longer existed, not really. The door opened and the machine put you down. You [[scurried out]] and one of the stylists grabbed you.

“Can I help you, Ma’am?” “我不明白”, you said. Translation: I do not understand Confused, you walk out and look through the purse that appeared in your hand. There was a ticket to Beijing, and you went right to the airport. You got to your new job and settled in. As expected, you were very popular with the boys and the girls. You reached your desk and helped out wherever you could. [[See Yourself]]

And just like that, a large pod came down and strapped you in before shooting itself down through what felt like a mile-long tube. You closed your eyes, the vibration of the thing made your new pussy wet, and you bit your bottom lip to try and satiate the pleasure. You were getting horny, and you feared what that could mean. Finally, the tube stopped, and you were ejected into a hall near the convention floor.[[ You look around]] and see thousands of nerds moving through the booths and waiting in lines.

“I need to get out of here” You whisper, but you feel a hand touch your hip. “I agree, babe. Let’s head back to my place” A male voice whispered; his breath warm on your ear. You jump back and see a large man in a He-Man cosplay. He winks at you, and terrified, you run away, almost tripping over your ridiculous heels several times. When you finally reached a clearing, a smaller man in a classic blue wizard costume approached you. You wince back, assuming that he’s going to do something. “Hey, sorry about that asshole. He’s been a creep to all the girls here. I called convention security, but I don’t think they’ve found him yet.” He says calmly. “Oh, ok.” You say, still afraid. “If it’ll make you feel any better, I can hang out with you just in case he shows up.” He smiles, genuinely. [[“I’d like that, thanks.]]”

For hours, you talk about all sorts of nerd culture. You learn that his name is Jeff, and he’s really funny, smart, and as you keep talking, you feel a little spark inside. At first, you don’t really know what it is, but eventually, you figure it out when your girl parts start to froth. You can’t keep it in any longer and almost on instinct, you wrap your arms around Jeff and start kissing. He joins in, putting his arms around you and kissing back. As his tongue moves down your throat, you feel so good and finally, Jeff pulls away, whispering something into your ear. [[“Do you want to go back to my place?”]]

You nod, and he takes you back to his apartment where things really start heating up. You’ve never felt these feelings before, but everything just felt natural as you unzipped your suit and let it fall to the floor, pulling off your bra and tossing your panties to the side before [[jumping onto Jeff’s bed.]]

He starts you off by bringing his head down to your pussy rubbing his tongue all over. He’s done this before, and you moan with pleasure and glee before he pulls back, bringing his crotch closer to yours and pushing his massive cock into your virginal lips. You quiver after waves and waves of orgasmic glee flow through your body as it moves in and out, faster and faster as you feel the sensations building up. The moaning gets louder and a thought enters your mind. Maybe it’s actually good to be a girl. The buildup finally releases as you achieve a mind-shattering orgasm. Sweating and screaming, everything calms down and Jeff kisses you. You put your tongue down his throat and lay back as he rolls off to the side. [[Look at your new life]]

Robotic arms grab you and put you in a lying down position, legs spread, and arms held above your head. Another arm unzipped the Samus suit and unclasped your bra, pushing it down so your breasts are exposed. A small gun comes out and latches itself to both of your nipples, piercing each one with a small ring. You feel some tingling, like the rings are giving off some sort of electricity. Next, the machine pulls your panties down and a big arm with a dildo at the end starts making its way towards your pussy, inserting itself. You quiver as it fills you up, and you feel a little prick as it places something near the back of your cavity. You feel similar electricity as the nipple rings, and you try to squirm away, unable to successfully escape. Lastly, the machine straps a leather collar around your neck. It’s tight and locked in place. Pulling your panties back up and zipping the Samus suit around your curves once more, the machine releases you, opening the door and [[pushing you out.]]

You know you have to get home, but there’s a tingling inside of you that gives you a sudden urge. You have to go to the convention. Knowing this is the work of the nipple rings, the thing in your vagina, and your collar, your try to resist but the feeling is too good. It just feels natural to strut around and make your way [[to the convention hall.]]

Once there, you browse around, but any time you try to look modest, your body just naturally goes for the sluttiest pose possible. By the time you get to the back of the convention, you see him. He’s a big man in a he-man cosplay, muscular and with a VIP pass. Perhaps he can help you get out this situation. You start talking to him. [[“Hey, I need your help!”]]

“I can see that, hot stuff!” He says, like a sleazy asshole. “I...I’m a b...b...b...” You can’t get it out. You’re trying to say that you’re a boy, but the words just won’t come out. It’s in that moment that you look into his eyes and really start heating up. You feel the tingling in your nipples explode as well as a similar feeling in your crotch. The collar sends some signals and you blush, trying to hold it back but you can’t forever. You jump onto the man, wrapping your legs around his torso and humping him like an animal while you start making out with the man passionately, your tongue moving down his throat just as his moves down yours. You both move to the bathroom, you still wrapped around him like a horny belt and you start fucking hard. You unzip the Samus cosplay and rip your panties off, bending over to accept his cock. You shiver as it comes in, and you moan in bliss as he thrusts in and out. In the back of your mind, you wonder why you’re doing this. You’re a straight man, but something about this just feels right. As he thrusts faster and finally releases, you scream in joy, your first ever orgasm as a woman plowing through you like a wave of bliss. After a minute of laying on the bathroom floor, naked and unable to move from the earth-shattering orgasm, the cosplayer leaves. You get your suit back on and feel the sudden urge for more. Right now, you need one thing, and [[that thing is a dick.]]

That day, you became a legend of the Con, grabbing every man you saw and taking him somewhere private and fucking his brains out. Each time you finished, a little bit of the man you once were faded away. At first, it was your name. You couldn’t remember, so you decided that you’d call yourself Katherine. Next was bits and pieces of your history, images of sports and time with your dad were replaced with makeup tips and girls nights, proms, and your first time. You were always a super slutty girl, and you didn’t care what anyone thought. When you got back home, you threw away every shred of evidence that you were ever a man and went shopping, filling your closet with mountains of sexy outfits and hot shoes, your bathroom with makeup as far as the eye could see. You decided that for the next day of the convention, you’d have to wear something a little more revealing. [[See what you wear]]

The chair pulls apart, pulling you into a spread-eagle position. Several arms come over and rip off all your clothes, leaving you nude and embarrassed. “FUCK OFF”, you scream, but the machine wasn’t in a listening mood [[“INITIAL SCAN!”]]

A red laser danced over your skin, ending with a loud DING. “OUR ALGORITHMS HAVE DECIDED THAT YOUR BEST COSPLAY WILL BE... [[SAMUS”]]

Just like that, a bunch of nozzles came out and started spraying every inch of your body. The liquid felt soft and cool, all around nice. It made your body hair fall out and your skin soften, becoming more and more pale. [[“BEGINNING BODY RESHAPE!”]]

Two large, metal devices that looked like really long boots came over and latched onto your legs. You screamed as it crushed in, forcing your feet into a much smaller size and forcing your legs into slender sticks. On your upper legs, it created thick thighs. After holding there for a second, the devices pulled away and you looked at your newly feminine legs in horror. “Why are you doing this?!” The machine ignored, and placed a large, hip shaped object over your hips. [[“HIP RESHAPE!”]]

The pain was intense as the machine cracked you pelvis out, widening your hips and forcing your ass into a giant round shape. [[“WAIST RESHAPE!”]]

When it wrapped around you, it looked like a corset made of metal. What it felt like was more like a python. It constricted, tapering in your waist and pushing the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, and just as you were about to pass out, it relented, pulling away to reveal a slender, much shorter torso. It had taken several inches from you, making you stand at a taller than average for a girl 5’10”. The process made you tired, and you almost dozed off as the next devices latched on. [[“ARM RESHAPE!”]]

The metal gloves that were the arm reshapers wrapped around each arm, constricting much like the leg shapers, but this time focusing only on slimming your arms down. When they pulled away, you were left with slender, feminine arms and long fingers painted with white. The machine had also done you the kindness of adding a few bangles to you left wrist. [[“BREAST AUGMENTATION!”]]

It looked like a metal bra, and with gusto it latched onto your chest. You felt a prick, and the flesh began to expand. First small, and then much bigger. By the end, it had reached a set of solid DD cup breasts, and when the machine pulled away, you were shocked at what you saw. Not nearly as shocked, however, as the next step. [[“GENITAL INVERSION!”]]

“Wait WHAT?! NO!” you cried. The genital inverter looked like a big metal urinal, and it sucked onto your penis. Now that your penis was inside the inverter, it got to work. First, it did a heavy spray with some really intense chemicals. It removed all unsightly hair and began the genetic rewrite of the cells. It also had the side effect of numbing the area for what was about to happen. A small hand-like device started stroking the shaft, and it naturally started to grow, filling with blood, and getting aroused. As the hand stroked and got to the point of climax, a pneumatic piston pulled back, readying itself for the release. The stroking quickened, and finally your penis ejaculated. The second it did, the pneumatic piston came in, slamming itself into the newly wet and flaccid dick with a long, rubber phallus, beginning the inversion in earnest. Small hand emerged from the dildo, massaging more chemicals into the tissue, stretching out the scrotum, and reshaping it, pushing it further up and turning it into a uterus, folding the outside into the lips of your new vagina. The testicles were already shifting as a result of the chemicals, moving up with the help of the arms and flipping around, turning into ovaries and hanging out right above your uterus. For all intents and purposes, you were a girl. When it pulled away, you shrieked. This was impossible! It couldn’t be! You whimpered as the machine wrapped your head in a metal helmet. [[“HAIR AND MAKEUP BEGIN!”]]

The device started crunching your face into shape, starting with your lips, which were made incredibly plump. Your cheek bones were crunched out, and your nose was lowered and widened, now lying much closer to your lips. It started massaging your scalp with a set of chemicals that forced your hair to shift to a deep golden color and grow out at incredibly fast rates, ending up down past your shoulders before tying it up into a high ponytail with a red hair tie, leaving a couple tufts of hair down past your face. For makeup, the machine went simple. A lighter flesh colored lipstick was applied, and a darker gradient of eyeshadow was applied. Your brows were painfully tweezed into not too slender lines, pink blush accented your cheek bones, and thick eyeliner and mascara highlighted your eyes. The machine pulled away and kept working. [[“WARDROBE: SAMUS COSPLAY”]]

A white bra and a matching thong were strapped onto you. The bra felt good, like it was adding some support to the newly massive breasts, but the thong felt different, caressing the new pussy that you couldn’t fully comprehend was attached to you. The machine showed a blue full body suit and the arms lifted you up, holding you over as the arms slowly worked the skintight suit up your body, hugging your curves. It’s like it was designed for you, or, well, you for it. The arms were the trickiest part, as the suit included full arm sleeves and gloves. You resisted, but the arms forced each finger in one by one. It didn’t feel too tight, but then the arms zipped up the back and you finally felt that tightness. They put some bracers on your arms, matching the look of Samus, and brought out some custom-made heels. They were super high platform heels with yellow pads, and had metallic straps going up to your ankles. When they went on, they felt comfortable, but that changed when the machine put you down. You felt unsteady on these shoes, and you tried desperately to stay upright as the machine pulled a mirror in front of you. [[Gaze at your new body]]

“Sweet, see you there!” He hands you a piece of paper with his address and walks away. “Ok, what the hell was that” You try to communicate with the nanobots. They come to your ear again, “WE HAVE DETERMINED THAT WHAT YOU NEED IS A MAN” “Well I don’t like men, so you’re obviously mistaken.” You say, judgingly. “WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT” and like that, your body started [[moving on its own]] once more.

You made it to his apartment, and you had stopped trying to resist. It was honestly tiring to fight back, and it was never actually successful. You knock on Dave’s door and he answers. “Emma, how are you?” “I’m good! Wanna chill?” You said, involuntarily. “Absolutely,” Dave said, leading you to the kitchen where he had made a couple of smoothies. You enjoyed your smoothies and Dave smiled. The nanobots began to push you towards him and spoke [[“IT’S TIME”]]

You tried to resist, but before you knew it, your lips were locked with his and you were passionately kissing a man for the first time in your life. For some reason, it felt good. You decided to just lean back and let the nanobots take control, and the escalation of this sexual tension began in earnest with your rubbing his thigh, stroking higher and higher until you felt it, his massive cock. You began to rub it, and the nanobots must have been releasing something into you because you were filled with euphoria. It went even further when he stood up and you jumped him wrapping your legs around him and humping like a feral animal. He moved you both back to this room and both of you ripped your clothes off. He laid down on the bed, and you grabbed his cock, inserting it into your pussy and bouncing up and down. Your eyes rolled back into your head, as you felt his member fill you feminine gash, growing and growing, going faster and faster in and out before it finally happened. A release, and a surge of pleasure rocking through your body. It felt so good, and you screamed and moaned as you felt the orgasm move through you. Both of you slowed, and both of you decided to lay down, [[falling asleep.]]

The next morning, you woke up to the feeling of lips on your neck and you smiled, knowing that your man was still there, ready to fill you up once more. [[Experience your new life]]

The stylist that led you in immediately meets you. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. The machine must have malfunctioned. We will get this fixed as soon as possible.” “Thank you so much!” You say, relieved. “Sadly, the first technician we can get in is Monday, but as a show of apology, please take this complimentary bottle of wine. We will make this right!” She says. You grab the bottle of wine and leave, barely making eye contact with anyone as you [[run back to your apartment]], locking the door.

“You back already? Wait who the hell are you, sexy?” It was your roommate, Chet. You didn’t even think about him. “No, Chet. It’s actually me. My sister brought me to her salon and the machine malfunctioned. Now I’m stuck like this until Monday.” You say. “Wait for a second, so you aren’t a sexy lady?” He asks. “No, I am. But I’m also still your roommate.” You say. “That makes sense, I guess. What’s that in your hand” He points to the bottle in your hand. “Oh, they gave me a bottle of wine as an apology because I had to wait. [[Want to share it?]]” You say.

Chet nods, and you pour a couple of glasses. Had you actually read the label; you would’ve realized that this wine was a special pheromone shifter. It was basically a love potion that would make the user fall madly in love with the first person they saw. You two downed your first glass and put on a movie. It was a dumb action movie, but it was soothing to take your mind off your predicament. The wine tasted really good too, and as it finally started to hit, you looked at Chet and for some reason, he looked different. He looked at you, and his eyes went wide, unable to articulate the feelings that flowed through him. You put it together faster, and you thought back to all of your good memories together and thought back to this moment. Chet was pretty amazing, and he was looking so hot in this moment. Without even thinking, you planted your lips on him, kissing passionately. Sparks flew, and you knew what you felt. This was love. Once you were done making out, you found yourself laying your head on your new boyfriend’s lap, looking up at your man longingly. [[Look at you and your true love]]

There’s a black void, and then a woman. You see her, long and slender, dancing through the blackness gracefully. This darkness only lasts a second as you find yourself back in your room, or at least in a more ethereal, dreamlike version of your room. Your body moves for you, drifting to the bathroom and [[turning on the shower.]]

You look at yourself naked in the mirror, your eyes drifting. Something looks off, but you can’t quite place it. By the time the shower has heated up and you step in, you’re concerned that your surroundings are getting bigger. Brushing it off to dream logic, your body moves into the shower and begins lathering soap and shampoo all over. It smells fruity and nice. As you scrub your legs, you notice a significant amount of your leg hair being washed away but you pay no mind. That’s just how it is in a dream world. You feel your butt and notice that it has grown significantly, and as you move up you notice that [[you’ve lost a lot of weight in your waist. ]]

You go to shampoo your hair, but with each stroke, it gets a bit longer. Like a tissue box being emptied, you continue to stroke as it keeps getting longer. First it's short, then it moves to a longer man’s haircut, then it turns to a pronounced bob, then a woman’s haircut, then finally ending down at your shoulders. You shake your head and notice that the mane of hair in your face is [[not only long but black.]]

Suddenly, your nipples start to burn a little bit, tingling in some sensation. You go to put your hands on there, but when you touch them, they balloon out, mounds of flesh growing where your once flat male chest was. You moaned, a wave of pleasure moving through you as your new breasts bounced into place. They weren’t gigantic, but they were definitely female. Looking down at your new breasts, your penis started growing and you had to take of that. Pumping a little bit of shampoo into your hand, you began stroking. The first few were pretty normal, but then your fingers became slenderer and longer. Regardless, you kept going, jerking yourself off until something changed. Your penis was still hard, but it was shrinking. Your fingers, almost on instinct, followed as your membered shrunk, moving up inside of you before fully disappearing, your fingers entering your new vagina and stroking in a much different manner. You moan, again and again, each time your voice getting higher and higher. At some point, the pressure is too great, and you release, screaming in orgasmic glee, your first female orgasm finished. After getting your bearings, you look at yourself in the mirror again. The person you saw in the reflection was not you, however. You saw a small, beautiful Japanese woman, thin and sexy standing before you. You gulped, but your body kept moving, heading to the closet to find something completely unlike what your real-world closet was. It was covered floor to ceiling in the mountains of pink and purple, the scent of girly perfume emanating through the air. You grab a little lacy bra and clasp it together over your new breasts and grab a matching set of panties, scuttling it up to your legs and settling it on your new crack. You go back to the mirror and look at yourself, [[not believing how sexy you look. ]]

You yawn, knowing that even for a dream, you must sleep eventually. You take off the bra and sift through the racks of clothes to find a nightgown. It’s pink, low cut, and defined by lace. It’s barely opaque, and you could basically see through it. You threw it on because it was super comfy and climbed into bed, [[closing your eyes once more.]]

You wake up and look at the clock. It’s the late afternoon, and you stretch your arms. You wipe the sleep from your eyes, but something felt different. You felt some hair caressing the back of your neck and your shoulders, and you felt a little smaller. This is concerning, so you head to the bathroom [[to look in the mirror.]]

You are the woman you became in the dream, with the same face, the same body, and wearing the same pink nightgown. You start freaking out, and eventually, you decide to [[call your sister]].

You dial and she picks up. “Hello?” “Hey Tiffany, it’s your brother! I need some help. Something happened” You say, exasperated “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number. I don’t have a brother. Bye!” She hung up. What else changed? Your own sister didn’t know of your existence and looking through your closet, there is not one trace of a boy in there. As a last-ditch effort, you look through your wallet and find your ID, but it no longer holds your picture, nor your name. You look at it. [[Akiko Nakamura.]]

Is that who you are? You freak out as your stomach rumbles. Shit. You can’t use your bank cards anymore, so how are you going to eat. After pacing around your apartment for a while, something strikes you. You download Tinder on your phone and create a profile. Surely some random dude will find you attractive and buy you some food. You fill out everything and finally, it asks for some photos. You decide that you might as well just take a simple one. You sit on your bed, making sure to frame your assets in the shot. Giving a peace sign, you take the selfie, messing around with the filters a little bit before [[uploading it to your tinder profile.]]

Odd, but you decide to head over there. It isn’t that long of a walk, and you arrive at a dark, wooden storefront with ancient runes on the sign instead of normal lettering. It’s an older building, but you walked over here all the time and you haven’t seen it before. You walk in, and the walls are lined with bottles of liquid, bundles of herbs, and trinkets of all sorts. [[“Tiff? You around?”]] You call out.

“Yeah, come on back!” You hear her voice coming from the back, so you walk around and find her with two other women, both wearing leather, dark hair, and pale skin. “So, you are running late?” You ask. “You could say that. The girls have been teaching me some brand-new skills!” She says, a devious grin moving over her face. “Oh really, what is it? [[Some magic BS?”]] You mock.

“Oh, no. We’re going to turn you into a sexy girl.” She says, confidently. “Sure you are. That’s a funny one, sis. I’ll wait outside” You start to walk out, but you realize that your body [[isn’t listening to your commands.]]

“Hey, what the hell?!” You try to move some more, but it’s no use. “Let’s get started, shall we?” The other two girls began moving their hands, and you felt your clothes twist and disappear. “LET ME GO!” You scream. “No! There will be no talking back, Morgan!” Your sister waved her hand, and you felt your mouth sealing shut. “Ok, she’s ready to start.” The hand motions got more intense as you felt [[your body begin to shift.]]

Waves of energy flowed through your body, and with each pulse, it shrunk a little bit. First down to 5’7”, then to 5’4”, then finally to 5’0”. You felt tiny and now you were looking up at the girls. The pulse moved even more, throwing itself through your entire body as your fat slowly melted away. You shivered, as your body no longer had any fat to insulate itself. That wouldn’t be a problem for long, however, as the energy began forcing your butt to expand into a nice bubble shape, rippling down to your legs where it created some really juicy thighs. The ripple went to your feet, where they magically shrunk down to a more feminine size and a layer of black nail polish was apparated onto them. The waist was next, tapering in and shrinking down even farther, moving up to create a pair of good-sized perky breasts. Your arms became more and more slender and your hands became feminine, ending with some black nail polish on there. Your head was last. Though your face shape stayed similar barring a few small shifts, your lips plumped up and were painted a really dark glossy red, thick red blush was added, and some fake lashes with shiny, silver eye shadow made its way on, ending with your hair transforming, growing into a long, dark red mane with bangs framing your face. The girls pulled out a full-body mirror and showed you your full body. You were so sexy, and your penis agreed, [[now fully erect.]]

“It’s ok, bro. You can jerk off! It’s only natural.” Tiffany laughed. You tried to resist, but a level of horniness you had yet to experience flowed through you and you took your perfectly manicured hand and began to stroke. It felt so good like you weren’t even masturbating like a hot girl was giving you a handjob. The pressure built up, but when you finally felt ready to release, your dick pulled off. You pull up your hand, and a rubber dildo in the shape of your former cock is there. You look in the mirror once more and see that in its place is a tight little pussy. “EEP!” You squeal. [[“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”]]

“What, witch got your cock?” The girls were falling over laughing. You held your cock in your hand, and now you were a bona fide girl. You started whimpering, unable to really process what had just happened. “Time to get dressed, Morgan.” Tiffany says. “That’s not my name” You cry. “It is now. Put this on. If you do, I’ll turn you back!” [[She tosses you a thong.]]

You are in shock, so you just put it on, hoping that you won’t have to stay like this. You fit it up your legs and shuffle it over your crotch, squealing a little as it rides up your new crack a bit too much. “Ok, next!” Tiffany tosses you a tiny leather dress. It had ties going all the way up, and when you put it on, it barely covered anything. You could see most of your breasts and your legs were in full view. Tiffany tossed you a pair of matching fingerless gloves and a necklace, which you put on. Lastly, your sister approaches you with a little gun, which she fits over your septum and clicked the trigger, piercing your nose and inserting a big, gold ring. “I’ve done everything.[[ Please turn me back.”]] You cry.

“Oh, but the fun has just begun!” Your sister starts waving her hands, chanting something in an ancient language before you feel yourself get drowsy. As you drift off, you don’t feel your body drifting off with you. In fact, you can see your vision come back as you are put as a passenger in your own body. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. [[Morgan is in Control!]]

The second clicked it, the floor dropped out from under you. Falling into darkness, you were eventually caught by what felt like a super elastic mesh. When you looked down, you saw that it was an intricate network of wires and diodes. It was in the shape of a bodysuit, and you felt tingling all around. It tickled. The mesh moved, [[covering your face and head as well.]]

Strings held you up over the void, and you gulped as they began to move. You passed many doors, but eventually entered a big white door at the end. It had a big sign with curly letters. [[NÜ FRENCH MAID SERVICE]]

“What the hell?” you say, trying to squirm out of the mesh, but the strings keep moving you through. The first station looks like a giant car wash, with nozzles and brushes all over. It sprayed you with a freezing cold liquid, then started scrubbing with gusto. A loud industrial drier made its move, blowing hard and drying you off. All of your hair went with it, including your eyebrows, eyelashes, and head hair. The next set repeated the trend, this time coating you with a numbing agent before scrubbing it in and drying you once more. Your entire body tingled, and the agent melted the fat and muscle from your body. You looked more like a hairless stick than a man at this point. You shivered, cold from the lack of any insulation. Barely able to move, a few shocks moved through the mesh and forced you to straighten your arms and legs, stiff as a board. You look around and see a large pile of flesh. Moving towards you in the grasp of metal arms. The pile unfurls to reveal what looks like a deflated woman’s body. It’s pretty tan and really curvy. You admire it for a second before a final set of nozzles come out, spraying you with a much more viscous liquid. It feels sticky, and before you know it, the skin suit is moving towards your feet. It slides up your legs, padding them out and creating a nice female shape. The arms massage the second skin, forcing it to bind to every square inch of your feet and legs. [[Bright red nail polish is on the toenails already.]]

The arms move up, fitting the comically large hips around your small ones, the bubble butt around your shapeless one, fitting them in place before beginning work on the pussy. An arm reaches up into the suit’s gash, grabbing your dick and smashing it up inside of your body, spraying chemical after chemical to force it into the right shape. The false pussy lips were bound to the newly formed cavity. You tried to scream, but the washing routine sapped all energy from you. Moving up, it fit the impossibly small waist around your much wider one. Some shocks were felt on the mesh and your waist began to force itself inward. You screeched as the pain was immense, but you couldn’t help it. When it finally stopped, the arms massaged the false waist over your own and[[ moved up.]]

The breasts on this thing were huge, DD cup bordering on even bigger. Somehow, they were still perky and any girl with ones that big was bound to have back problems. This didn’t stop the arms from fitting the breasts over your flat chest. Arms required finesse, and the robotic contraptions did their magic, forcing your fingers into the holes and massaging it flat, leaving you with perfectly feminine arms and hands, [[French tips painted on the nails.]]

Your head was still dripping with the sticky substance when the false head was smashed onto yours. The arms did their magic, taking special care to bind your eyes, lips, and nose to each hole in the mask. The face was already made up with thick layers of foundation, pink lips, dark rosy blush, thick fake lashes, cat eye looking eyeliner, and light pink eye shadow. A brush splattered some more viscous liquid on the skinsuit’s bald scalp and fitted a black bob wig on the top. Once in place,[[ the arms pulled away.]]

The machine pulled a giant cylinder from the ceiling and placed it around you. Light radiated all over you, and as it did you felt the substance solidifying. It was permanent glue, binding you to the suit forever. Multiple dressing arms came around and got to work, placing a pair of white lace panties over your hips, making sure that the cloth made its way up your crack. You involuntarily squealed, as this feeling was a new one. Next, the machine didn’t put a bra on, instead moving to the maid outfit. The thing was skimpy, with no back and a really high riding bottom, covered in white frills. It hugged your massive curves and showed off your vibrant legs A small head band was put on your hair, little lace gloves were placed on your hands, and some white fishnet stockings were pulled up your legs, finishing with really [[high heeled white leather pumps. ]]

The machine pulled you up and plopped you down in a bright white room. All over the place, other maids that looked similar to you stood motionless, posing a sexy pose. You decided that you should probably get out of here, but when you try, [[your body won’t move.]]

“HEY WHY CANT I MO-“ You were cut off by a big white phallus coming down and inserting itself into your throat, futzing around before pulling out and heading back to the ceiling. You had to express how strange that was, so you tried to speak again. “Whatever you say, master.” Wait, that’s not what you meant to say. You try again. “What can I clean for you?” Why can’t you form your own words anymore? The machine must’ve done something to your vocal chords. The door opens and your body forces itself into a pose, grabbing a nearby feather duster, putting your hand on your hip, and cocking your leg out, showing off its beauty. The client enters. He’s an older businessman, and he looks at each model, groping each for good measure. [[Finally, he gets to you.]]

“Ok, Eloise, you’re coming with me.” He gestures at you. “Yes, master! Anything for you!” you say, involuntarily. You were brought to his mansion and told to clean it up. The mesh forces you to do that work and do it fast, but you start crying, not that you can make your face move enough to actually get anything out. This was your life now, and eventually you were going to learn to love it. The easy way, or the hard way. Your new master loves doing it the hard way. The End [[The Beginning]]