by muffinstud » Thu Sep 10, 2009 4:08 am
[Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Can you tell I'm tired?]
James and Jake are priveledged to see a wondrous occurrence. As quickly as the walls opened to reveal doors, a section of the floor folds into itself to reveal a hole, from which erupts a white porcelain toilet. Once it is up, the square of floor around it seems to melt into the rest of the floor, removing any seams there may have been.
[Ahh, I love messing with you people...It never gets old.]
The girls follow Aaron and Tony into the room long enough to slap a pair of handcuffs onto each and quickly back up through the door they came in through. "Good luck, you two!" The wall slides down over the opening of the door, leaving them in a seamless, white room with windows on either side looking into similar rooms. Some have people in them, and all seem to be couples in various stages of arguments of some sort.
There is a small speaker in the corner of the ceiling that crackles to life.
"Hello, gentlemen. Thank you for choosing Sure-Fire Cupid to bring the love into your life. You all may be asking yourselves why you are here, rather than meeting with available young women. Well, look around you. You may notice a distinct lack of female applicants. In order to maintain our one hundred percent guarantee, we intend to fix that.
"You all have been bound to protect yourselves for what may follow. The handcuffs you wear are not ordinary. At this very moment, they are pumping your bodies with microscopic machines we call nano rectifiers, or "nanites". These machines can and will mold your bodies into whatever your genetic code has to offer. For our purposes today, they will be rearranging you into complete, functional women.
"Not all of you will be changed. Only one in each room will leave today as the fairer sex. Who that is depends upon your own choices. The nanites have been preprogrammed to respond to adrenaline and other hormone levels in your blood, as well as electrical stimulation in your brain. What you say, do and think all has an impact on whether you remain a man or become a woman. The rooms you are in are quite inescapable. The glass is bullet proof. There is a door, but it will only open once one of you has been completely transformed. Should you be partially along when your companion completes herself, we will send a rescind command to your nanites and they will return you to your present state.
"You may consider this a game, perhaps even a battle of wits. We consider this business. We would kindly ask you to be expedient, so as to make more time for your date this evening, and to free this space for others in the waiting room. Thank you, and we hope you have a wonderful day."
[And back to our lovely couple.....Okay, not so lovely.]
The exit that Big Tony used has an arrow on the wall on the far side. It points to "Dressing Rooms." Other than this little bit of information, the room just seems to be there to be comfortable.
[And now, the moment you've been waiting for...Me, having an aneurism! Wait, no. Oh, changes. Right.]
Nosnits:
Robert's shirt makes one important adjustment. The shoulders poof out and the cuffs end in such a way as to make it undeniably a blouse, not a man's shirt. His underwear contracts around the one and only bastion of uncute manliness until they are a cute pair of pink panties. Around the collar a loose red necktie sprouts and lands between her breasts. Oh, those breasts are hers all right. Now all those uncute conflicting thoughts in her head seem to sort themselves out. She herself is cute, therefore she should be comfortable like this. Girls are cute, therefore she should have no problem considering herself a girl. And while she loves cute things, including cute boys, she finds herself becoming quite mellow about all of it. She quite dislikes those girls who jump out at cute plushies and squeal and scream. So...distasteful. No, she loves cute things to collect them, take them home and hug them and tell them how cute they are. She may sometimes lose her cool around cute boys, but for the most part, she can keep from glomping them at least until she gets to know them better. But then they're fair game.
Neph:
The one thing Vincent is waiting for arrives. The final barrier to her complete womanhood is smashed. And it all happens with an odd, quiet slurp. It's as if her insides somehow grabbed a straw and just sucked at a milkshake until it was gone. Well, if the milkshake was Vincent's manjunk, that is. The gap left by it is almost filled, but not quite by it's polar opposite, and she reaches complete womanhood. No more wondering what will change next, no more hoping to be finished. She is woman. Hear her roar.
Tai:
The dress-like thing finally becomes a dress. Every little part that can sucks to her skin as if it were in a vacuum sealer. Her large breasts become even more pronounced as her pushup bra lifts and pushes them together. A pair of high cut panties form out of her underwear to let her hip slide out of that hip slit so deliciously. The pink brightens a bit and a pretty floral pattern appears on the obviously chinese dress in a darker pink. Even darker pink ribbons, matching the trim of the dress, adorn the teardrop and the top of the hip cut. On another woman it would look a little too pink or too leggy. On her, it was just perfect.
Lost:
When next he speaks, Jake will do so as a 2nd soprano. Soft and mellifluous as it trickles from his throat, his voice seems to make the warblings of a songbird sound like so much ugly noise. His hips take the lines of his legs and spread them outwards into even more pleasing configurations. Wider and wider they push, pulling the bottom taut against his flat stomach. It only seems to make the bump in the bottom look something of a stranger, an unwelcome visitor. Those hips were made for a woman among women, and his manhood simply does not belong.
Lavender:
Jennifer's tube top compresses on her chest until it is nothing more than a band that covers most of her breasts. The pants shrink down a bit, if only to not to be too long and cover her feet. It still remains very baggy, but seems to be able to hang on by her hips, if just barely.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker
