And Out

Unlike his other pleasant experiences in Girl World, Jon's journey through the machine was a painful and intense. The power of the conveyor dragged him mercilessly, throwing him around sharp corners and rubbing his skin raw. At first, Jon fought against the machine, but soon realized that resistance was futile. His clothes were ripped from his body, one by one. The dress had been torn off first, but after a minute his stockings had ripped to shreds and his shoes had fallen off. His bra and panties had lasted a bit longer, but not much. Soon, completely naked, Jon was travelling through the machine, holding his hands over his breast forms, desperately trying to leave them undamaged. They did, after all, make him look so tough; he'd always wanted to have big pecs, and he'd be damned if he'd let this machine take that away from him.

The conveyor slowed, and just as Jon was about to think he would be free, something clamped onto his hair. The rough feeling of the conveyor moving along below him as he was stuck was more than painful, but not nearly as painful as when, a moment later, the conveyor fell away and Jon was left suspended by his hair. There he hung for at least a minute, afraid to increase the pain by struggling, afraid that he would be stuck there forever.

Whatever held him so firmly began to vibrate, causing his breast forms to jiggle. If he hadn't been hurting so much he probably would have laughed at the comical feeling. Then, a moment later, the trap opened and he fell. It wasn't a long fall, maybe five feet, and he landed on something soft. His hands left his breasts and went to rub his sore head only to find that he had changed. Somehow, while hanging by his hair, his hair had stretched out. No longer did he have a short brown haircut, but now long brown flowing locks.

A smile came to his face. He didn't have a mirror, but Jon was sure that it looked cool. Like Fabio, and he got all the chicks! His mind went to all the hairstyles he'd be able to try: braids, pig-tails, pixie cuts, even bee-hives. The women wouldn't be able to resist him!

His body, still stinging from the conveyor, was the next to get his attention. His hands rubbed up and down his legs, his arms, his stomach. They were all remarkably smooth, which was odd. He had never been the hairiest guy, but it seemed that the conveyor had ripped every hair below his neck from his body! No wonder he was so sore! Another smile crept onto his face. At least he wouldn't have to worry about having to trim any of it (it never occurred to him that he'd never had to in the past).

Satisfied that he had come through the ordeal better than he had hoped, Jon set to discovering his new surroundings. Looking around, he found that he was...