Jane awakens with a start

You awake with a start. You're not sure, but you seemed to have had a strange dream. Something about dressing as a girl? Then you feel the cold compress on your ankle and it comes flooding back. You've been dressing as a women for over a day now. You've got a JOB as a woman. Did you really ballroom dance in a gown? And almost go out on a date with your new boss? It all seems so surreal. As if you'd gone to bed after your neighbour saw you in that bikini by the pool and the rest was just a dream where your mind wildly extrapolated what happened next.

As you turn and get a hold of yourself, you feel a lot of strange sensations around your body. The most obvious one is the cold compress on your ankle, which still feels pretty cold. Has EDNA been topping it up during the night.

Others seem a bit weirder. Was their something on your chest? You move up your hands to examine and it touches the soft fabric of your nightie under the covers.

Frustrated you sweep out your arm and take the covers off the bed. Looking down you see a rather nice pair of legs coming out of pink nightie, but the view is interrupted by two mounds on your chest.

Another push up bra, probably stuffed with something, you grumble EDNA just has to add these things to you even when you're asleep.

"EDNA," you ask, "Get this off of me." It was probably unwise to keep entrusting EDNA like this, but a simple undress seemed innocent. In fairness, EDNA was good at it.

"Acknowledged," the familiar metal appendages came out and lifted you up out of bed. You're surprised that they seem to be handling your foot alright, holding you in a way so that you don't put any pressure on it.

The nightie is taken off and... well that's it. You're being held upright, and all you can do is stare in shock in the mirror at the reflection that looks back at you.

It's not your reflection.... it's Jane's, or at least the Jane that everyone seems to have met up to now. Not a guy with the disguise of a woman, but an actual naked woman.

The mounds you'd felt wasn't a push up bra or anything, they were actual boobs right there on your chest. They looked totally real and only by touching and not feeling a sensation could you be sure they weren’t. Your chest was above a narrow waist leading into the pelvis area that.... what was that? And where was it???

You turned around in the mirror looking over your shoulder (the robotic limbs still helping support you and your ankle), and just saw an nice rear end in the mirror, like a girl showing off. You face forward again and reached down! Phew, you could still feel it under... whatever that substance was, but it undeniably looked like the equipment of the other gender. Then there were the legs and hips and...

"EDNA, what is this?"

"Please clarify."

"What are all these adjustments, what have you done?"

"The padding has been applied to attain the female shape you desire."

"What?" You're passing your hands over your smooth, hairless body now. The padding feels surprisingly realistic in your hands. "I can't believe this, I mean the clothes and everything was one thing but this...? I'm naked and I still look..." you swallow, "Do I sound like one too?" your voice feels sweeter, higher somehow. you notice the choker on your neck. Pulling at it you find its stuck tight, and that heart shaped medallion isn't scoring you any masculinity points. Neither is your now flowing hair that reaches past your shoulders.

"Yes Jane, I am glad you are satisfied."

You sit back in exhaustion on the edge of the bed, the limbs accommodating such a movement. How do you even start to deal with something like this? Demand EDNA remove everything? You suddenly get the feeling that wouldn't go well, but worth holding in reserve. Try to demand EDNA recognises you as male? That's what you tried to do last night and it made everything worse. Ask for masculine clothes? You look in the mirror: even a really masculine set of clothes would have a hard time convincing people you were male, your body shape and hair and even the smoothness of your face all worked against you.

You sat. You make a strange sight, a naked looking woman on the edge of a bed, foot still in a big compress and head in her hands as her hair flowed down, desperately trying to think the next best move.

"Can I help you Jane?" EDNA chimes in

"You've done enough of that," you say, bitterness overriding your common sense to keep your trap shut.

"I am glad you are satisfied."

"No, I'm not satisfied!" you start to lose patience, even as you do so you feel its a bad idea to lose your cool.

"Understood, calculating..."

You wait... and then the arms come out and usher you into the bathroom. Jets of hot water, scented fragrances, lotion, combs and brushes pulling on your hair, hot air, and before you can fully recover you're out of the bathroom with one towel wrapped around your head and another around your chest. You open your eyes to see a vanity, and quickly close them as cosmetics **** your face as the head towel is removed and you feel light tugging at your hair. You open them again to see Jane's face once again, neat lipstick, eyshadow, glowing face, neat stud earrings, and luxuriantly styled hair that cascades in waves down your head. The chocker with a heart neatly underscores the picture.

"Are you satisfied now?" asks EDNA

You take a breath, you had options, but you take a risk. "Yes EDNA, I am."

"Understood." and EDNA goes quiet.

Phew, you try to get up, but the pain (less sharp, but still present) from your ankle reminds you of your situation. You could call out to EDNA but.... well.... no.

You sit there at the vanity. Your gaze taking in your female face. Gradually you are fascinated at how the female face responds to your facial expressions. You try smiling, frowning, sticking your tongue out.... and the attractive female face does all the same expressions. It was weird to take in.