Fitting Rooms

Cynthia quickly ushered both John and Petra into a side corridor. "I believe it was fitting room five that was the problem," she said quickly.

"It's alright, my sweet," said Petra holding Cynthia's chin up. "You are doing fine work. Sir?"

"Yes?" replied John.

"Would you be a dear and head into fitting room 4 for a moment. This shouldn't take too long."

Entering the fitting room John was surprised to see what looked like a metal box. Each surface nearly completely metalic except for a small chute with the words "Gown Hanger. Well, thought John, I don't need to hold this all day.

And with that he placed the dress in the chute.

There was a clang and vroom as the dress was sucked into the chute. "Hey!" shouted John.

A mechanical sounding voice similar to Petra's spoke, "Analyzing dress pattern... Analysis complete.

"Petra is that you?" asked John looking for some sort of camera.

" Voice print identified as male... Error!... Corrective action in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

Clamps snapped around John's feet sticking him to the conveyor belt that began pushing him through a secret door in the back wall. Leading to a dark corridor.

"Get me off this crazy thing!"

"Please relax until the process is complete. Fabric eating nanite spray initializing... "

Small nozzles on either side of the corridor sprayed him, his clothes melting away as if they were paint. As the spray kept coming he noticed that his skin was softer and that his body hair was melted off as well. "What gives?!"

"Dispensing hyper-estrogen cocktail... "

"OUCH!!!" yelled John as a two inch needle stabbed into his neck before retracting back on a robotic manipulator.

A burning sensation travelled up John's body and begun to settle at his chest and lower body. Before he knew it his chest was sporting a pair of newly enlarged breasts and his friend down south was no where to be seen. His entire frame was becoming more frail and feminine. "You can't do this to me!"

"Applying make-up and reshaping head"

Another manipulator came down and clamped around John's head as if it were a bear trap. In just under a minute it exuded pink steam and released. Revealing long cascading brunette hair and a face that would make the Mona Lisa jealous. John touched his luscious lips. "No!"

"Initializing voice box reconfiguration...

Another manipulator dropped down from the sky, a long cylindrical tube. "Oh n- mmhmmm!" was all John could say before it slammed into his mouth releasing a pink chemical agent down his throat. It removed itself with a satisfying pop.

"Th- that was uncalled for," said a high pitched voice from the new woman, "Was that me?"

She grabbed at her throat, "You made me sound like a woman! You bitch!"