CHAPTER 7:
The next day I was dropped off back in the makeup room. With a sigh, I sat down
in the makeup chair. At least it would be more pleasurable than the exercise
room, I reasoned.
The chair slid up to the bench but didn't do anything else. No anal probe, no
sucking my penis.
"Drat," I thought to myself. I had actually been looking forward to the warm
pulsing around my genitals.
I applied the makeup as instructed (wash, moisturize, foundation, powder, blush,
eyeliner, eye shadow, lip-liner, lipstick, fresh coat of nail polish, touch-up
eyebrows) and put on the brunette, shoulder-length wig it provided.
It looked good. From the neck up, I could barely recognize myself. Instead, I
saw an intelligent, wide-eyed woman peering back. A bit square-jawed, perhaps,
with a nose a bit too large, but the makeup softened both of those mannish
features into something that could easily pass in public, I thought.
But what was this? Was I proud of my appearance? Shouldn't I be fighting this
more fiercely?
"Must be the drugs," I thought, "and the brainwashing. I'm getting more pliable
and submissive."
The chair clicked and slid away from the bench. I looked up and saw the exit
door open.
But it was a different exit door which opened this time. So instead of the
return hallway, I walked into another new room.
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This new room was well lit, with a full-length floor-to-ceiling mirror on one
wall and a series of doors on the second wall. The other walls were blank.
"**TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 7: FIGURE AND DRESS **"
"Geez, how many levels are there?" I wondered.
"** Please step into the closet **" said the voice in my ear. I looked up to see
one of the doors on the side wall open up. The closet was very small, really no
larger than a phone booth, with a low ceiling.
I walked up to the closet and stopped at the door.
"** Step into the pants. **" I looked down and saw a pair of flesh-colored
rubber pants hovering about a foot (30cm) off the floor, attached to the wall by
some cables and tubes and a pair of metal arms. The arms looked like a
mechanical valet, waiting to help me to dress. Figuring that this could be no
worse than the exercise leotard, I stepped into the pants. Underneath the pants
were two holes in the floor, about 6 inches (15cm) deep. As I threaded each foot
through the leg holes of the pants, I stepped down and placed each foot into a
hole.
"** Reach up and grab the handles. **" I looked up. In the (low) ceiling were
two holes that matched the two holes in the floor, and recessed inside these
holes were handles. I put my hands into the holes and grabbed the handles.
"** Thank you **" Said the ever-polite house-computer, into my earpiece.
**HHHSST** The openings to the holes in the floor and ceiling closed about my
wrists and ankles. The edges of the holes were trimmed in hard rubber, which
pressed firmly, but not painfully, against my wrists and ankles. I was trapped.
"Par for the course," I thought to myself. "Why exactly, do I let this happen to
me?"
A motor behind the wall started whirring and with a jerk the metal valet-arms
began to rise, slowly sliding the rubber pants up my legs.
With a *snap!* and a hiss, an air-pump also started. I looked down at the pants
and mumbled "Uh-oh!" In the front of the pants was a large funnel, now aimed
directly at my cock and balls. As the funnel got closer I felt air moving around
my legs and genitals, and then with a *floop* my penis was sucked into the
funnel with my balls right behind. The funnel bent backwards, drawing my penis
and balls down between my legs.
"ACK!" The entire inside of the pants were coated with some cold, sticky gloop.
As the arms pulled ever higher -- forcing the pants up, over my hips, and over
my waist, my cheeks, crotch, legs and stomach -- all parts of my lower torso
squished into the sticky substance on the inside of the pants. I danced my body
back and forth, trying to get more comfortable. The pants were sculpted (like
the makeup-chair), and had a fold that rose up between my buns, lifting and
separating the cheeks. I felt my asshole exposed to the open air behind me.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* with a series of aggressive tugs the arms seated the
pants firmly, trapping and squeezing my body from my hips to my legs. My penis
was now forced down between my legs and my balls were pushed up inside my body.
"*Whew*" I breathed a sigh of relief as the arms and vacuum hose (which had been
sucking my penis) detached from the pants.
*SLAM* The closet door closed behind me. What now?!?
It was completely dark inside. I heard random thumping and whirring all around
me. After a second I felt something brushing my nipples.
Jerking back to avoid whatever it was in front of me, I slammed against
something behind me! And then what felt like two big cushions pushed against the
front and back of my chest, squeezing my chest and cradling my body. The cushion
in front spread sticky goo over my male-breasts. I heard an air pump again, and
then felt my nipples being sucked into some tube running into the cushion in
front of me.
And then... Hot! Halogen heat-lamps on all sides burned white-hot around the
pants, literally baking them to my body, and the cushions heated up as well. I
tried to pull myself out of the way, but the cushions and the cuffs held me
firm.
30 seconds of heat, then *click*, *thump*, *click*, *click* -- the heat lamps
clicked off, the cushions receded, the door opened, and the cuffs released me. I
stumbled backwards out of the closet, gratefully feeling the cool air of the
room.
I looked down. "Oh my god, I have breasts!" I shouted. Big ones too, size D. The
cushion in front had glued breast forms onto my chest, and now they were epoxied
to my skin. I held up my arms to cradle them, as they pulled heavily and almost
painfully on my skin.
The breast forms where clearly a standard prosthetic, but when I brushed the
nipples I got a surprise: I could feel my own nipples being tweaked! I brushed
them gently and realized that there was some kind of connection (electrical?
mechanical?) between the two.
I tentatively tried pinching a nipple. "Ow!" I received a painful pinch on my
own.
I sat down on the floor to collect my wits and noticed something else weird. The
pants were padded! I felt around. Padding had been added to my ass and hips. I
felt between my legs.
"Oh my god!" I spread my legs and looked.
A vagina. A realistic looking foam-rubber vagina was where my penis should be.
It had dark brown pubic hair and various soft, spongy folds. But what I really
couldn't believe was that it was wet and lubricated. The soft spongy folds had
been apparently soaked in a slippery lubricant that oozed out when I squeezed
them. I held my fingers up to my nose and sniffed - only a very slight musky
odor. I tasted it too. A kind of salty/buttery flavor.
Increasingly curious, I reached between my legs and felt around some more. There
was a nubbin where my clitoris was. Like the nipples, whenever I tweaked or
pinched the clitoris, the tip of my penis was tweaked or pinched -- they were
connected together somehow. I could feel my penis trapped just under the
surface, and I felt something else - an opening. I had a vaginal orifice.
The pants were designed so I could be fucked. The invading penis would slip in
and slide up into a flexible tube, through some padding, and eventually over my
stomach, all of which was carefully hidden by the padding in the pants.
Just then I saw myself in the mirror on the wall. What I saw staring back at me
was a woman. She was doe-eyed and blushing with shoulder-length hair, tasteful
makeup, wet and inviting lips, large breasts and sensuous curves.
She looked back at me with a look of fear and wonder.
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I must have fainted, because I suddenly found myself lying down, face pressed
against the floor. I sat up slowly, holding my aching head in my hands.
"** (ting) My name is Jennifer. **" Said the earpiece.
"My name is Jennifer," I mumbled, automatically repeating the computer.
"** (ting) I love my new body. **"
"I love my new body." I hugged myself tightly, scared about these new
prosthetics and wondering if I would ever get them off. I tried working a finger
into the waistband of the rubber pants, but they had been securely glued to my
body. I wouldn't be able to take them off without taking off a millimeter of
skin as well.
"** (ting) I have been made to please my man. **"
"I have been made to please my man." I ran my hands over my breasts and hips,
and then finally over my new pussy. I couldn't help it, but a sexual thrill
passed through my body. My cock shifted uncomfortably in it's rubber prison. I
winced in pain.
"** (ting) I want to learn how to please my man. **"
"I want to learn how to please my man."
"** Thank you **"
With a click, a second door opened up. It was another closet, only this time it
was larger.
"Not this again..." I whined. Attached to the opposite wall of the closet I saw
a corset and shoes just like I had been forced to use earlier in my 'Posture'
level. Looking to the left, I saw other clothes hung up. The hanger was hung
from hooks on a track, like you see at the cleaners. I guessed that the
computers in the house could choose different clothes based on its mood... or
whatever.
"** Please put on the garter belt. **" the voice spoke into my ear piece.
After searching for a moment or two I found a lacy garter belt to wear.
"** (ting) I love wearing garters to please my man. **"
Dutifully I repeated the words: "I love wearing garters to please my man."
"** Please put on the stockings. **"
I found the pair of gauzy, thigh-high stockings. I put them on, making sure the
seams were straight in back, and attached them to the garters. They felt nice as
they smoothly slid up my legs, trapping my feet and toes in a gauzy web.
"** (ting) Garters and stockings make me feel so sexy for my man. **"
"Garters and stockings make me feel so sexy for my man," I rolled my eyes. This
was getting a bit corny. Still, I noticed a twinge from my penis in sheath
between my legs. Was all this making me horny?
"** Please step into the shoes. **"
Reluctantly, I walked over and stepped into the shoes, with my back to the wall.
I noticed that the shoes were a bit taller than before, with nearly four inch
heels.
"** Put your hands over your head. **" I did as instructed.
"** Thank you. **" The straps on the shoes tightened up, and the corset lowered
from above. I threaded my hands through the corset and it settled around my
waist and then it too, began to tighten.
A couple of things. First the corset tightened much tighter than before! I
thought my ribs would crack before it was done. Second, it was much smaller, top
to bottom, than the "posture trainer" had been. Maybe a foot wide this time; it
left my breasts free at the top, and stopped at my hips at the bottom.
**SNAP** the corset and shoes were released from the wall and I tottered
forward.
"** (ting) Sexy shoes and a stringent corset make me look all woman for my man!
**"
I repeated the words, "Sexy shoes and a stringent corset make me look all woman
for my man!" I swear the computer was actually sounding a bit as if it enjoyed
my predicament.
"** (ting) I love my corset! **"
"I love my corset..."
"** (ting) I want to wear my corset all day, every day! **"
"Ummm..." I hesitated this time, again wondering what I was getting into.
Still, the thrill of submission won out, and I repeated the phrase, "I want to
wear my corset all day, every day!"
The rest of the clothing continued as before. I had to put on a pair of cotton
panties, a satin bra, this incredibly sexy short red halter dress (with a scoop
neckline), a pearl necklace, some dangly clip-on earrings, a bracelet, perfume,
and some rings.
Each time I was given a little phrase to repeat:
"** (ting) I love clothes which reveal my body for my man! **"
"** (ting) I must smell nice for my man! **"
"** (ting) Earrings make me look special for my man! **"
"** (ting) A bracelet reminds me to be obedient for my man! **"
By the time I was done, I was automatically adding "for my man!" to the ends of
all my sentences.
As I stepped out of the closet and into the main room, I stopped in shock as I
came face to face with my image in the full-length mirror.
I was gorgeous.
An incredibly beautiful woman in red: sexy, curvy, with large breasts and a
luscious ass, and oh-so-kissable lips. I could not believe it.
"** Thank you. Now please continue to the next room. **"
The exit door clicked open and I walked through it.
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