Fix it at home

Daniel gave darting glances down the hall of the apartment, fearing a tenant might stumble across him looking like a hooker, post client. He decided to not waste any more time standing around, electing to run for the elevator and get back home to correct this wardrobe malfunction. He prepared to sprint, but his effort was inhibited by the Trainers altering his posture. He was no longer allowed to pump his arms and bound with long, powerful strides, instead his wrists were **** limply in front of his shoulders, while his took delicate trots that wouldn't risk twisting an ankle. When he finally reached the elevator, even pressing the down button was a graceful affair that required standing too far away and bending at the waist to reach it. He was grateful no one was there to take a peek up his skirt like his body language invited. He crossed his arms in a way that would have lifted any boobs he had for public enjoyment and was even tapping his stiletto against the floor in a feminine display of impatience while he waited. "This fucking sucks." He coughed out, finding a comfortable range he could speak in: lighter, breathier than normal, and much quieter. His reflection in the elevator doors was imperfect enough to fully sell the illusion that he was born a woman, and though he hated looking at it, he saw something worse when the doors slid open to reveal he would not be riding solo.

"Going down?" The passenger cocked a strong eyebrow. He struck Daniel as the male equivalent of Tammy, cosmetically sculpted into a perfect Man and completely vain about the ease of life. He knew the guy's words were dripping with innuendo, seeing what he thought was a slutty, easy bimbo. It probably worked on half the tenants in this superficial place.

"Relax, Dani. He's cute. Flirt back." Daniel heard a bubbly thought distract him. It sounded like the House he just escaped from, but in his own brain. "Tell him to buy you dinner first and wink, then stand in front of him really close." Daniel now recognized the feeling of his neural uplink communicating with him, only it now spoke with the same peppy attitude he currently embodied: a sign of more software errors plaguing his day. He was completely helpless to whatever that House had done to him until he could get to a console and put a stop to it.

"Not interested, pal." Daniel rolled his smokey eyes and minced into the snug compartment. He hugged the wall and avoided eye contact, hoping to give off an unapproachable front. Soon, his hands and feet started to twitch, and his hips shifted uncomfortably. Daniel looked down in panic, seeing that his weird movement was attracting the guy's confused stare. Daniel had to submit to the Trainers, making his posture now read as playfully aloof: no longer hunkered down against the wall in profile, but draping against in in full view; if he tried to look away, his wrist vibrated until he followed the direction to brush his short curls off of his ear, exposing his neck; his ankles felt ready to break if he didn't uncross and recross his legs enticingly.

"I know it can be totes intimidating, but these Trainers will show you how easy it can be." the Uplink tried to be encouraging, unaware that it was promoting the habits of someone else.

"Stop it!" Daniel hissed to his invasive, mental occupant, confusing the other man even more. The stranger thought the drag queen was acting rather odd, their friendly body language not matching their words or facial expression, so he just kept his mouth shut until the awkward ride was over. Daniel's hands slid across the handrail or along his silhouette suggestively, while he was also just keeping his mouth shut while a vapid voice pestered him to ask for the guy's name or 'pop that booty out.' When the elevator finally reached its destination and opened its doors, both men were eager to escape the situation, but Daniel was offered the courtesy of going first. "Th-thanks." He gave a blushing glance of appreciation to the man, while to his horror, his trailing hand swung near the stranger and, like a stray asteroid drifting towards a black hole, was suddenly jerked between the stranger's legs to give his bulge a squeeze of equal appreciation. They gawked at each other until Daniel made as fast an escape as he could through the lobby.

"Slow down, girl!" The Uplink chided. "Let everyone get a good look at you, if you're gonna let that hawt piece of meat get away." That damn voice, like a life coach that was still pledging sororities.

"Why are you talking to me like this, let alone at all?" Daniel mumbled to himself, uncaring if he looked unhinged to anyone. "I purposely never turned on this functionality. Revert to default settings."

"Yyyyyeah. Sorry, girl, but that kinda stuff needs more than just words to activate, y'know? Much safer than letting any rando making your implants inflate and ruin a perfectly good dress." Daniel frustratedly huffed his bangs off his forehead, exiting the lobby and reaching for his phone to call for a ride. His hand slid across taut fabric, as he remembered where his phone currently was: back in the Closet or more likely in the House's incinerator. Right as he was about to burst into tirade of phrases quite unbecoming of a lady, a sleek, black, luxury Autocab pulled to the curb right at his feet and opened the door for him. "Relaaaaaaax, Dani. I gotcha covered." Daniel had to admit that this convenience was very needed; he could even forgive the annoying, pop music that the Car had been told would be preferred when he buckled in. "Still wanna get rid of me?" the Uplink teased, intentionally timing the question with the heated, massaging seats beginning along with the journey.

"I guess not." Daniel sighed. After some contemplation, "I need to get out of this dress. Can you pick a new outfit for when I get home?" He inquired curiously, unhooking his painful heels and resting his ankles.

"I guess?" the Uplink admitted. "But why?" Her digital visualization of Dani's current appearance was the optimal look for their profile: girly color, tight to show off their curvy body, low cut to show off their perky cleavage, long hair to frame their sexy face, and heels to make their ass look out of this world.

"Cuz this obviously isn't my style." Daniel laughed at the absurdity of this advanced AI getting confused by his objection to crossdressing. The Uplink made a note of this sudden diversion from habit, but she dutifully complied with the request. Back at Daniel's apartment, the Uplink had been busy updating her owner's living space to accommodate the recently updated profile. Lots of purchases needed to be made, from decor to meal ingredients. Within that range of needs was wardrobe updates. She had a lot of old clothes to replace with what Dani desired, because her algorithms told her to rectify the sudden discrepancies between Dani's declared preferences and current supplies. Thankfully, her work would be completed before Dani ever had to see the previous state of their place again, with the efficiency of courier technology. Daniel's closet now completely matched Tammy's, along with meal preferences, interior design choices, and anything else his bimbo client had allowed permissions for. Daniel was completely oblivious as he was delivered to his destination. He even indulged in some foot tapping with the music, but then the car took an unexpected turn and reminded him of how little control he currently had.