Date Night

 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”

“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.

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?”

HOW DO YOU ANSWER

A: Yes

B: No