Another appointment to make

Tammy giggled heartily with her bestie-of-the-day Debbie, grabbing lunch in the mall before her scheduled doctor's visit. Debbie had convinced her to try a different salon than usual, and she was glad she listened. It was more conveniently located, the staff was so much nicer, and the place itself was much more her style. She made a note with her uplink to schedule her yearly beautifications with Debbie, but before they could finish their meal shakes, her phone pinged with a warning of identity theft. "What the hell??" she shrieked, drawing attention from other customers to the pair of bimbos. "I specifically cancelled that appointment, and they still charged me!?" Her voice rose with each word, until Debbie calmed down her new friend.

"Babes, just contest the purchase? Like, duh, you weren't there cuz you were here." She rolled her gorgeous eyes at her vapid companion. Tammy froze for a moment while she worked through the logic at her own pace, and soon her happy demeanor returned thanks both to Debbie's words and her uplink providing medical sedation. "Come on! After our appointments, we'll do some retail therapy to get us looking our best tonight!" The duo giggled together as the trash from their meal was disposed of by the friendly Servbots and, after a few seconds to make sure they each looked perfect-- adjusting their cleavage upward, flattening out the little fabric that was covering their perfect bodies, and fluffing out their long, glossy hair-- they subconsciously synced up their hip swaying and catwalked to their destination.

Daniel was strutting through the mall entrance in a similar manner, though with less experience, confidence, or consent than the women. His ride here had been shorter than he expected. Normally he would have taken the opportunity for a brisk walk in the lovely weather, but his Uplink was choosing all the convenient options for him, including a five-minute cab ride. He had kept looking down at his feminized appearance, hoping it would magically be back to normal, but all he ever saw was tan skin and pink clothes. His feet looked so small in their pointed position, crossing over each other, forcing his hips to jut out with each step. His extended nails kept stabbing his palms as he nervously clenched his fists: another constant reminder of his plight whenever he couldn't directly see himself. He lifted his hand limply to his forehead to swipe away some perspiration from his brow. The constant battle against the Posture Trainers had him sweating, but luckily his makeover had used the best products on the market. He could swim in the stuff and come out of the water, runway ready. All the sweat did now was give him a natural glow and offer instant, cooling relief under the humming air conditioning of the mall. The Uplink noticed the feeling of comfort Dani experienced from just being in the shopping center and encouraged that comfort with some artificial dopamine of its own. "God, I'm hot." Daniel whined about his body temp, and an uncharacteristic giggle burst from his glossy lips as he registered the double entendre he had accidentally uttered. Despite his horrid day so far, he was feeling oddly cheery at the moment and indulged in the humor despite himself. He admittedly looked attractive, even without the cartoonish curves of Tammy. "Femboy." The word popped into his head, and he definitely felt like one. He just didn't mind as much for some reason. "Where are we going?" he asked the Uplink curiously.

"To your sizing appointment!" the Uplink chimed helpfully. Dani was acting much more like her usual self, including being a tad forgetful. "Like, you gotta agree, you've let yourself go quite a bit." it tried to be as delicate as possible. Daniel felt his face flush a little, stopping to take in his reflection in a glassy storefront. "I mean, your dress is kinda straining at the seams." continued the Uplink. Though not actually under any risk of tearing, it bulged in places the Uplink believed Dani wouldn't want, thanks to Daniel's toned, masculine bulk. He had to agree though: it was the only thing that made his crossdressing obvious. If he had a curvy silhouette, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and wasn't that his biggest issue right now? He happily went along with his schedule, too content to care about how that happiness translated into even more bubbly motions and mannerisms: When his wrist felt the urge to wiggle is fingers playfully at some guys that he made eye with, he obliged and offered them a smile. The Uplink dutifully continued encouraging Dani's natural behavior pattern to get her back to normal. Eventually, Daniel minced into the sterilized lobby of the cosmetic surgery facility, not even registering what he had entered; the improvements to technology made altering one's physique as simple as a tattoo sitting, making quick-stop, cosmetic surgeons appear like any shop in the mall.

"Welcome!" beamed the secretary at her latest customer striding in; a broad-shouldered bimbo wiggled girlishly towards her desk. "Name?" Her fingers poised above the keyboard ready to input.

"Danny." he responded brightly. Hearing the Uplink refer to him by this pet name made it grow on him, so he naturally delivered it himself. The employee looked up Dani, but like at the beauty salon, that name was not found in the appointments. Danny crossed his arms in annoyance, and his Trainers popped his hip out and tapped his heeled foot impatiently. "Just scan my Uplink." he rolled his eyes as he requested. The employee meekly complied, not wanting to anger the client any more than they already were. Again, his Uplink was able to show the appointment, so Danny was escorted out of the lobby and into the operating room. after being in a mall, Danny was confused why he was in what seemed like a hospital, but he knew he was supposed to be here, so he didn't question being asked to strip and lay on a hard, white table. In fact, he was quite happy to get out the tight, pink fabric and pinching Posture Trainers. Upon recognizing his presence, a glass lid contained him like a coffin, and scans of his body generated a high-resolution model of him on a nearby screen. He squinted up at the burning, glaring lights of the operating room. Dazzled by their intensity, he barely noticed the doctor enter.

"Good afternoon, Dani!" His voice was calm, but authoritative, finally catching Danny's attention. "I'm Dr. Jake. Welcome to my studio." He jokingly threw out his hands at the stark, sterile room. Danny looked around, expecting to see something impressive. "I see you're here for quite the procedure." Taking his place at the high-tech monitor, he read over the list of desired procedures beside Danny's current physique. It was such a common collection of procedures that it was referred to in the industry as a Tune-Up. A majority of female clients come in looking to tighten their waists, lift their busts, and fill out their hips. Some even, like Dani, choose vaginoplasty to rejuvenate their love lives. Jake was a bit surprised to see how **** an outcome Dani was requesting, considering their current figure. The recovery time would be intense, but it was entirely possible. "Ok. I need you to read over your order, and verbally give your consent." Danny finally got to see what was in store for him, helpfully visualized with an animated transition from his stocky, male build to a dainty, female one.

"Go ahead, Dani." The Uplink encouraged him like the devil on his shoulder. He knew this was too much. He didn't want his crossdressing to be known, but this was a life altering change to his body.