Woman in a Wedding Dress

 You decide that since you are going to be a wedding, that the bride is the best option for you. When you press the button, shackles emerge from the chair and restrain you. You attempt to resist, but it’s futile.

“WELCOME! BEGINNING BRIDE MAKEOVER.... TIFFANY”

“Hmm, that is my sister. Why is it greeting me as her?” You wonder, the reality slowly dawning on you.

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. You recognize those legs. You recognize those feet...

“Why are you doing this?!”, you demand.

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. You looked like your sister.

“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. You were now 5’5”, the same height as your sister.

“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 very light pink pastel polish.

“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. They were your sister’s breasts. You hadn’t come to terms with what was happening, but the machine’s next words cut right through that shock.

“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 face into a longer, slenderer look. Your lips were plumped to huge sizes as well. 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 brown/blonde color and grow out at incredibly fast rates, ending up down past your shoulders. The machine put your hair into big curlers, spraying them and letting them set.

For makeup, the machine went with a vibrant look. Dark lip liner around your plump lips was filled in with a slightly lighter, maroon lipstick. Deep ruby blush was applied in a thick layer to your cheeks and a thick, dark red eye shadow was applied to your lids. Mascara and cat eye eyeliner made your eyes pop, and the machine finally removed the curlers, showing big curls going all the way down, adding volume and depth to your hair.

The machine pulled away and kept working.

“WARDROBE: BRIDE”

The only undergarments applied were a pair of panties. They were white and lace, feeling deeply strange riding up your new crack. A garter belt was strapped around your waist, resting on your newly widened hips. Some white stockings were pulled up your legs and were clipped onto your belt. Your ears were pierced, adding some gorgeous diamond studs, and a diamond wedding ring was added to your ring finger.

The wedding dress emerged from the wall. You remembered when Tiffany showed it to you, and you were so happy for her. Now that dress was inching towards you before pouncing, fitting around your curves and zipping up. The dress was a mermaid style wedding dress, hugging your curves all the way down. From the bottom of the legs to the hips, it was a solid piece of white fabric, but as it went up, it became defined by thin lace. You could see your beautiful skin through the holes, and your breasts were almost entirely visible through them as well. The dress had some thin straps and had a V that went down to really show off your sister’s cleavage. It was an elegant and beautiful dress, and with the final zip, you were wearing it. The machine finished by adding some really high white heels before putting you down, letting the mirror speak for itself.

You were an exact copy of your sister. It was shocking, and you didn’t know why the machine did this. Was it a glitch? Could you turn back? The machine spoke up, but the answer was not satisfying.

“BEGIN MENTAL REWRITE”

That was your queue to bounce, but as you were running towards the door, you tripped on your heels and tumbled to the floor, caught by a robotic arm. A VR headset was forced onto your head and several images flashed on the screen. At first you felt calm, then the headset showed a picture of your ex-girlfriend and held on it.

You didn’t know how it got that picture or knew that it was important to you, but it immediately triggered memories. The day you met was a fun one. You were both at a bar, and you talked to her. You hit it off, and you went back to her place to bone. Wait, was that it? You remember vividly that you went there because she thought you would be good roommates. She had the most beautiful makeup, and you just had to get tips for how to look sexy for the boys. That’s not right either. Were these images doing something to your mind?

The next image that came up was your best friend. He had been with you through thick and thin, and the memories were amazing. You remembered that time you went to the movies. It was a superhero move, which you weren’t crazy about, but you went because he was so cute, and you really just wanted to take him home and let him put his throbbing cock inside of you- ok, that’s definitely wrong! You are straight, and you never fantasized about fucking your best friend. Why would you, when you have your fiancé to fuck! The next picture was Brad, your soon to be husband. He was smart, funny, and so cute. You remember the first time he took you back to his place. It was after a long night of fun, and he took you to his bed and spread your legs wide. After pulling your panties off with his teeth, he started working his magic with that tongue of his, filling you with joy and pleasure as you moaned. He knew exactly what to do, and before long, that tongue became his dick. It was a giant cock, and he moved it inside and out for hours. Both of you were exhausted, and you finally orgasmed. The wave of glee went through you like a freight train, and you couldn’t move for hours after. That’s when you truly fell in love with Brad, and you could not wait to marry him tomorrow!

The VR headset pulled off and the door opened. You went to find Brad and when you did, you kissed him passionately. He was the love of your life and nothing was going to keep you apart.

On a flight leaving to Peru, the original Tiffany watched as her husband made love to you over the security cameras. She loved Brad, but she had work to do overseas. As an on the ground consultant for NüTech, she had to be discreet. Perhaps this new Tiffany would come in handy in the future.

THE END!