Girl Next Door

Devin was completely defeated and could not think of a way out of his predicament.

Dejectedly, he perused through the options in the ‘Full Makeover’ menu, before settling on the most basic-seeming option that he understood, ‘Girl Next Door’.

A grin appeared on Annie’s face; “Oh, interesting choice…”.

“Why, what’s wrong with it”, asked Devin with worry.

“Oh, nothing… Well you made your bed, now enjoy lying in it! This’ll be so much fun!”, Annie declared.

Devin found himself screaming as the floor beneath him opened up, and he fell down a shoot for a few seconds before landing in a ball pit.

After exiting the ball pit, a series of mechanical tendrils lowered from the ceiling and dragged him through a gleaming steel corridor into a room containing what looked like a luxurious high-end salon that celebrities would frequent, but instead of human beauticians, it was staffed by robots straight from a bad sci-fi flick, with pink and white colour schemes and feminine features like hair, lips and skirts reminiscent of real life salon workers.

The tendrils ripped the clothes from the struggling Devin’s body, before planting him face first on a massage chair.

The robot attendants had a thick accent from various US locations, each different from the other, but they all called Devin “hun”.

A New Yorker stated “Looks like you’re in for the full works, hun! This’ll sting a little, but it’ll be worth it!”

Devin endured the sensation of layer upon layer of hot wax being laid upon his skin, yelling as the hair was ripped off from his body by paper strips handled by strong metallic claws.

Luckily, a soothing balm was immediately applied to each area now devoid of hair, and within then minutes his back half was hair-free, and he was turned over for another round of ****.

A hovering screen with Annie’s face on it and a camera attached below floated around Devin, who had to sit there as she enjoyed the show and took special pleasure in his genital waxing and subsequent pain.

With the waxing complete and his body below the eyebrows completely hair-free, Devin was placed in a shower unit which washed his body minus the head, dried him and applied moisturiser, before a robot with a mechanical valley girl accent made its way over to him.

“So we like need to take care of your thingy, it would totally ruin your outfit’s lining”, stated the automaton, as tendrils descended from the ceiling to secure Devin’s arms and pull his legs apart, Devin giving Annie an angry look when she quipped “Not that there’s much there to cause issue to begin with!”.

Expertly, the robot tucked his junk before applying a creased adhesive patch, reminiscent of a vagina’s outline, eliminating any male bulge.

After Devin did as instructed and sat in a salon chair, a Texan robot stated “Girls, we got our work cut out for us, let’s get to work!”.

All the robots in the salon descended upon Devin, and while his hair was washed and styled into a cute pixie cut, his eyebrows were tweezed into elegant arches, makeup applied to his face, and his nails endured a mani-pedi with a crimson red polish, the robots chatting away in a manner reminiscent of human beauticians.

With the treatments finished, a scanner scanned Devin’s body, before his new clothes appeared from a slot in the wall.

Devin was aghast; the ensemble consisted of a tiny red G-string, skin-tight blue ripped jeans, a white lacy AA-cup bra, hot pink cropped tank top which exposed his stomach, a thick black choker, and a pair of emerald-green 5” open toe high heels.

Begrudgingly, Devin slipped on the clothing, being embarrassed as to showing his midriff and panties which ascended over his waist band, and how his naturally slender build and great ass helped him cut a girlish figure.

His girlish-ness was only intensified by the choker which covered his Adam’s apple, haircut, and the fact that the robots had done such a good job with his makeup he actively looked like a natural woman, although a slightly androgynous and less-developed one at that.

Devin had never worn makeup before, and found the heavy layers caking his face, weighing down his eyelashes, and staining his lips hot pink, to be infuriating, moaning “This isn’t what I was think of when I think “girl next door”, Annie”.

Annie let out a whistle from her drone-screen, complimenting “Damn girl, you make one hot babe! I should’ve made you dress up a long time ago! And well, any girl can move in next door, even sluts! Now it’s time for you to meet your contestants. Word of warning, some of them know who you really are, but most don’t, and it would be a very bad idea if they caught on. So don’t go calling yourself Devin, use Davina. Da-vi-na, got it? Also don’t let your voice or body language give you away. Now off you go, time to make some friends!”

A door opened at the end of the salon, and Devin sighed before walking through while the robots cheered him on and wished him luck, dreading what awaited him at the end.

He stumbled in the high heels at first, but gradually go into a rhythm which stopped him from falling over, finally reaching a door at the end, which slid open for him.

“Ah fuck”.