No

 “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!”

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. 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.

This was your life now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.