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Guys forced by faulty technology to be women.(cross-dressing stories)

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Chapter #8

Return to your home

    by: shell_shocke Author IconMail Icon
You stomped your foot in frustration, your puffy lips becoming extra pouty as you scowled. “This is getting me nowhere… I need to figure this out at home!”

“As you wish, Miss Johnson. I have requested a driver to this location. Directing you to the rendezvous point,” the voice responded, and your legs suddenly began to move.

“I can walk home on my own!” you continued to pout, but the A.I. wasn’t listening.

“Motion to walk home denied. Such action does not align with profile behavioral data. In order to not draw any suspicion, please refrain from actions that contrast with your personality profile data.”

You could feel yourself turning red as you walked through the mall, taking short strides and wiggling your hips with each step, your luscious blonde hair bouncing on your shoulders. Your arms remained at your sides, bent at the elbows while your wrists relaxed limply. It was humiliating being forced to walk in such an exaggerated feminine manner, but try as you might to stop it, the walking macro designed from the profile’s muscle memory overwrote your actions. Still dressed in male clothes, you could feel the stares of other shoppers around you, so you gave into the gait and tried to pick up the pace outside.

Right on cue, there was a car waiting for you outside the mall’s entrance, and your body opened the door and got in without a second thought. “Are you Stacey Johnson?” the driver asked, and you could feel his gaze examining you up and down from the mirror.

“No, my name’s Kyle Smith, please take me home to my apartment down the street,” you wanted to reply. However, something else came out of your mouth.

“Yes, my name is Stacey, pleasure to meet you. My Auto-Band will send you my address and the optimal route for arriving there.” As you finished speaking, you put a hand to your mouth. Somehow you got a feeling you weren’t going back to your apartment any time soon…
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