Beach Preparations

"Very well then, selecting appropriate sunbathing clothes. We'll get you the right stuff to make sure you have fun in the sun!"

Matt watched as arms reached out from the walls once again, but this time he didn't stuggle. Anthing had to be better than being naked right?

Padded clamps took his wrists and raised his arms in the air, a brilliant jet black bra descended onto his chest and was secured at his back, pushing up his newfound assets on full display, a metal ring holding the two sides of the bra together at the center of his now prominent cleavage.

The clamps pulled his arms up more and he felt his feet leave the carpeted floor. From the ground a black set of panties slid up his legs, forcing their way past his volumous thighs, and neatly covering his false womanhood. A brigh red silky sarong that was little more than a veil was also wrapped around his waist and tied neatly.

Matt looked down, straight down into his large cleavage that blocked his view of anything else. Was this really better?

And then he felt the arms moving him towards the corner of the room, to where a vanity stood. Landing him on the seat, he felt large clamps suddenly close around his hands and feet, and while distracted, an array of cosmetics suddenly moved towards his face. The best he could do was close his eyes as he felt pressure on his eyelids, face and lips, and he suddenly found himself blinking, each blink adding another layer of mascara to his lashes.

The pressures abated and he finally looked into the mirror, to see the seductive face of Venessa looking back at him. Not just the Vanessa that had existed, but the Vanessa he had modified her to be. Alluring deep red lips, smokey dark eyes that seemed to bekon with the flutter of eyelashes. Perfect cheeks that seemed to accent every good feature of the face. Wavey brilliant hair that hilighted everything that seemed to work with the red on his lips.. and on his nails.

Yes, the clamps had relased, revealing ruby red nails on his hands and feet, something Matt quickly noticed as he reached up to touch his face to see if it was real.

The face was stunning, even Matt's confused look seemed to translate into restrained sexual energy when viewed in a mirror. Only after the face mirrored a few of his movements could he be sure it was him.

"This is literally unbelievable," he said once again in Vanessa's voice.

"I am glad your are pleased. Would you like anything further to attract men and make Instagram models jealous?"

"No, no this is fine, great even!" Matt couldn't take much more.

"Very well, final preparations shall be made."

Bracelets were put on his right wrist, a classy silver women's watch on his left wrist. a necklace with a silver heart on it was put around his neck, large black sunglasses put in his wavy red hair, and a bright red shawl put over his shoulders.

Finally ready to stand up, Matt noticed a pair of back 6 inch pumps with red soles had been put on his feet. "Ummm," he took one second and wildly fell off balance, being caught by a ready robotic arm. Between his new body and the shoes and the carpet floor "There's, like, no way I'll be able to walk in these."

"Understood, movement assistance activated."

His fake skin seemed to suddenly push against him, launching away from the arm, Matt found himself suddenly standing upright, pefect balance. Leaning forward he suddenly found himself making pefect steps, one foot in front of another, hips swinging, back arged, chest out.

And then he stopped, like at the end of a runnway, one foot out, one hand up and the other hand on his hip in a stylish pose. His shawl and sargon swayed quietly, while his bra and panties clung strongly to the shapely body beneath. He could see the full effect on a full lenth mirror in front of him.

"This is insane! I look like something you'd see in a magazine."

"Understood."

"No I mean..." Matt caught himself, why was he trying to argue with the machine that got him into this mess in the first place?