Cosplay

 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?”

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.

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?”

HOW DO YOU ANSWER

A: Yes

B: No