Bridesmaids

 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”

“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”

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”

“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.

“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. 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”

“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 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.

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?”

HOW DO YOU ANSWER

A: Yes

B: No