Business

 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”

“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”

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 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.

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?”

HOW DO YOU ANSWER

A: Yes

B: No