Yes

 You know the machine must be broken, and you know that even if you say no, you’re sure it will twist your words and turn you into a mannequin or a bimbo or something. That thought gives you enough.

“Yes.” You say, and the door opens.

When you exit the room, you see your sister. She’s wearing a simple tank top and some skinny jeans. When you walk up to her, she’s confused.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Tiffany looks you up and down.

“It’s me, Tiff. Your brother. I waited in the private room like that stylist told me and it turned me into this!” You say, manic.

“God, those auto-closets are so prone to malfunctions. Let me see what I can do. Hey, Tracy!” She scurries over to the stylist that brought you to the room.

“Yeah?” Tracy says.

“It looks like my brother got the bad end of one of the malfunctions. Can you fix it?” Tiffany asks.

“I’ll see what I can do, where is he?” Tracy looks around, but you butt in.

“Right here.” Your gaze goes to the ground as you are embarrassed of your current form.

“WOW, that thing did a number on you girl! Hell, I’d tap that!” She looked you up and down.

“Woah there, Tracy. Slow your roll. Can we turn him back?” Tiffany smiled.

“I can try to get a technician in on Monday, but I can’t do much right now.” Tracy explained.

“Wait, but your wedding is on Sunday! What are we going to do?!” You start crying.

You don’t want to miss your sister’s wedding. Your sister starts laughing. “What’s so funny?”, you mutter through tears.

“Uh, the answer is staring us right in the face, sis!” Tiffany laughs.

“What do you mean?” You say.

“You’re going to attend my wedding, but you’re going to do it as a bridesmaid! I can just say that you’re an old friend that just came to town and we’ll slip you right in!” Tiffany explains.

“Are you sure that will work?” You say, brightening up a little.

“Of course! But there is one thing.” Tiffany smirked.

“Yeah?” you said.

“Well, you’re in your bridesmaid dress and the wedding is tomorrow. The bachelorette party is tonight, so you can’t go around so formal and unless you’re hiding some big secrets, I’m pretty sure you don’t have many cute outfits to wear.” The smile on her face grew even bigger.

“Wait, does that mean-“ you start to say, but she interrupts you.

“SHOPPING SPREE!” Tiffany grabs you by the arm and heads straight to the mall with you in tow.

It felt like you were trying on outfits for hours. Dresses, skirts, skinny jeans, heels, flats, boots, bras, panties, and just about everything you could think of crossed your new body. It was awkward at first, but with your sister there to support you, it started to feel good. By the end, you were having just as much fun as your sister and you had picked out a ton of cute outfits.

Your sister took you back to the salon briefly to get a quick dye job. She thought you’d look better with some blonde highlights, and you were so caught up in the fun that you agreed. When you got to the bachelorette party in your long black, sheer skirt, short shorts underneath, and a black crop top that almost looked like a bra, you felt confident. Even the strappy heels you were wearing felt better.

The girls immediately showered you with compliments on your outfit, your hair, your makeup, everything about you. These were things you never really got as a man, and a little spark of a feeling was ignited inside of you.

The first part of the party was a pool outing. You shed your outer layers to reveal a strapless black bikini top and a high waisted bikini bottom. It wasn’t skimpy by any means, but it definitely showed off your form. You were a bit embarrassed, but the girls were so nice that you started having fun all the same.

A few dudes started hitting on you, and for some reason, you didn’t immediately brush them off. It was fun to be desired, so you leaned in a bit. As the night went late, you and the girls finally disbanded.

The bed in your apartment felt particularly soft on this night, and when you woke up, you felt reinvigorated as a person. You put on the bridesmaid dress and saw your sister get married. You liked Brad a lot. Your sister loved him, and you were so happy to see her glow with such joy. It was a beautiful ceremony for a beautiful couple, and you even shed a tear.

By the end of that day, you had made a decision and you knew it was the right one. On Monday, your phone started buzzing. It was the salon, probably about the mechanic that would help turn you back. After taking a deep breath, you hit reject on the call. This is what you wanted.

You walked into your closet to find the clothes you bought with your sister. On your phone, you decide to create a new Instagram account. The old one won’t be doing the new you much good. As you put on the outfit, you feel more comfortable as a girl than ever before, and as you set up your camera and make a pose, you smile the first genuine smile you’ve smiled in a long time.

You are Alice, now.

The End!