Left with not much of a choice, Sam stepped into the shower in Victoria’s bathroom and began to wash himself. There were a myriad of bottles of various hair and skin care products meant for women, but he didn’t have the luxury of being picky at the moment. He squirted some kind of body wash gel into his hands and began lathering it all across his body. As he stepped underneath the water to rinse it off, Sam was shocked to find that all of the hair on his chest, arms, and legs began to wash off down the drain. He swore under his breath. There must have been some kind of hair removal depilatory in that bottle. Well, at least his body hair would grow back in time, it wasn’t the end of the world if he had smooth skin for a while. Sam then looked carefully at the options for shampoo and found one that seemed harmless enough as a shampoo and conditioner blend and quickly washed his hair. Other than the feminine, fragrant scent, Sam’s hair felt soft and silky after.
Sam turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel which hung on the rack right next to him, and looked around. “Where are my clothes?” he asked, panic starting to set in. Was there someone else in the house who came in and stole them? Sam felt like he was going crazy.
“Discarded clothes have been placed in the laundry to be washed,” the AI responded matter-of-factly.
“I needed those! What else am I supposed to wear? The guest room door is locked! I can’t go out naked!” he complained.
“Agreed. Please make your way into the closet so you may get dressed,” the AI calmly replied.
“I can’t go in there; Victoria and my mom will kill me if they find out. Besides, I doubt she has anything that will fit me that I can wear outside! Just let me into the guest room and I can dress myself-” Sam continued as he made his way to the master bedroom door. It too was locked shut.
“Current attire is unsuitable for going outside. Please enter the closet to get dressed.”
“You have got to be kidding me…” Sam groaned. “Maybe if I just find an old t-shirt and jeans then it’ll let me out and I can go get my own clothes and change…”
It wasn’t the soundest of ideas, but Sam had no other alternatives as he begrudgingly entered Victoria’s closet. Normally he wouldn’t have been caught dead in here, but he didn’t have a choice now. To make matters worse, the closet door automatically shut behind him, sealing him inside. “Let’s get this over with, I guess…”
“Please step into the AutoCloset dressing chamber,” the AI instructed. There was a high-tech looking cylindrical structure in the middle of the room. Sam was getting nowhere with his complaining, so he stepped inside of it, defeated. The machine turned on and small robotic arms detached from the sides, taking away Sam’s towel.
“Utilizing smart technology to select an outfit suitable for user’s desired requests. Activating AutoTailor to scan user’s dimensions and re-size attire to fit user’s specifications.”
Sam’s heart nearly stopped. “Wait, no! When I said her clothes wouldn’t fit me, I didn’t mean it like that! I can’t let people see me looking like a man in women’s clothing out in public!”
“Affirmative. User requests to have masculine features diminished in order to complement user’s style preferences.” A pair of lace thong panties were pulled out of the floor below Sam’s feet and were pulled up his legs. His genitals were cupped and packed tightly into a gaff pocket in the panties, giving them a flat, smooth look as the panties were pulled up snugly around Sam’s hips. A matching lace bra was pulled out of the wall and fastened securely around his back, The bra was heavily padded, giving the illusion of breasts. Sam desperately tried to pull the underwear off, but robotic arms gently grabbed his wrists and held his arms to the sides. “Please refrain from altering user’s attire during the dressing process,” the AI scolded.
A cable-knit sweater with ¾ sleeves was pulled over Sam’s head. It had a revealing v-neck that showed off Sam’s “chest” and the fringe of his bra underneath. A pair of tight-fitting jeans were pulled up his legs, constricting them like a second layer of skin. The jeans had a high waist, and a belt was fastened tightly around it, giving him a slender hourglass figure. Sam’s feet were then slid into a pair of strappy sandals that had a chunky, low heel and straps that were buckled around his ankles.
“Would you like to select your own accessories and apply makeup?” the AI asked.
“No! I can’t do that! Wearing all of this is bad enough!” Sam gasped in response.
“Affirmative. User requests to have accessorizing provided by the AutoCloset. Please hold still while the automation process reaches completion.” A metallic mask came out of the wall and pressed itself up against Sam’s face. He reflexively tried to struggle, so a pair of metallic bands held the mask firmly shut around the back of his head. He could feel the cold touch of things tickling his cheeks, eyelids, and lips. Something slid over Sam’s hands like a pair of metallic gloves, and he could feel the cold touch of metal around his wrists and neck followed by a pinch in each earlobe. Sam could feel something gently pulling at and grooming his hair before a warm spray caked it in place. Lastly, Sam could smell perfume filling his nostrils before the robotic arms and mask finally released him from his torture.
“Dressing sequence complete. Enjoy your evening, Victoria,” the AI happily chimed. The door of the AutoCloset opened and Sam stumbled out, trying to catch his balance in the unfamiliar heels. He was aghast as he came face to face with his reflection in a full-length mirror. Standing before Sam were the beautiful features of Victoria, if only she had the same facial and body structure of his own self. Albeit shorter than hers and a different color, his hair had even been styled exactly like Victoria’s usually was. His face had been done up with makeup just like Victoria normally would, and his ears had even been pierced with diamond studs. Around his neck was a simple heart-shaped diamond pendant that rested perfectly between his “breasts”, a pair of gold bracelets clinked together as he moved his right wrist, and on his left wrist was a women’s designer watch with diamonds encircling the face. Even his nails had been painted a shade of maroon to match the color of his lipstick.
Sam desperately tried to pull the jewelry off but the clasps were sealed shut. “Per user account settings, safety locks have been activated to prevent jewelry getting stolen or lost,” the AI chimed in. Until Sam was able to get the computer to take this stuff off of him, he was going to be stuck this way. Sam could feel his heart rate spike as he began to panic slightly. Should he skip dinner and try to find a way to fix this? Or should he trust the disguise and go out posing as a woman?
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