Just some traffic

"There's an accident on the I-95, Dani." The robotic, masculine chauffeur informed its passenger. "Estimated arrival time will be delayed by...30 seconds. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please enjoy a complimentary bottle of champagne for your troubles" Daniel exhaled, happy to hear it wasn't anything more to publicly embarrass him, and he could definitely use **** to help him start forgetting this day. A large, obsidian bottle rose into view from the built-in bar, enticingly spinning on a pedestal and dribbling smoke from the freshly popped cork. Daniel had never seen a bottle so big: longer than his forearm and needing two hands to support its girth. He brought the intoxicating beverage to his lips, scrunching his face at the sticky aftertaste of his lipstick, but at least it was a strong liquor. He took a few more swigs to calm his nerve, avoiding the girly taste of makeup by wrapping his lips around the entire opening to bypass the colored lips entirely. It made his consumption much more aggressive than controlled sips, but it got him drunk faster, so he was pleasantly tipsy by the time he was dropped off in front of his building. He took the large, glass container with him to enjoy in privacy after he sheds his feminine appearance, giving witnesses the impression that he was a ditzy party girl coming home after a night of slutty escapades and bottle service. Daniel stumbled on his heels from both his inebriation and his tall footwear, though he was adjusting to the latter thanks to the Trainers around his ankles and waist. His ass wiggled into the empty elevator, and it took him home. After he shoved open the door, he lifted a pointed foot to his hand by girlishly popping his heel up to his ass so he could delicately undo the clasp around his ankle. He repeated the process with the other shoe, leaving them in a pile by the door before the House dutifully returned them to his well-stocked wardrobe. He wobbled over to the couch and collapsed into it.

"I gotta fix this mess." he slurred into the pink cushions of his couch; he hadn't even noticed how similar his place now looked to Tammy's, thanks to quick and efficient delivery/decorating. After a few more moments of respite, he rolled over and got back to his feet, grimacing at how delicate his painted toes looked. He set the champagne bottle on the low tabletop and shuffled deeper into his apartment. "I gotta wash this shit off my face and get into my real clothes." He rubbed his weary forehead, feeling the cakey residue smearing on his palm, and recalled the rosy paint on his lips.

"Good idea, Dani. I'll start a bath so you can rest your tense muscles. I can tell you're carrying a lot of stress around your shoulders and lower back." The voice of the Uplink now echoed throughout the whole apartment, currently lit to guide Daniel to the bathroom. He missed the emotionless timbre of the House's previous voice. "I've got the new outfit you asked for, when you're feeling refreshed!" Before he could start down the hall, the earth moved beneath him, as the floors were now an omnidirectional conveyor system. It took only a few, feminine steps to reach the porcelain basin, frothing with aromatic bubbles.

"I usually just shower." he explained to the machine with a drunk giggle, but he was willing to indulge in a soak. The House had been right about his stiff joints and achy tendons. With flirty, unnecessary wiggles, he slipped out of his girly outfit, and even his Trainers were taken off and stored by the House, though he continued to subconsciously carry himself in a provocative displaying manner. He stepped into the soothing heat, sinking into the comforting warmth. He sighed demurely as he slipped completely into the water and rested his head on the basin's edge. His skin tingled as skincare products mingled with the liquid. His body hair swiftly singed away, leaving him smooth on every inch and imprinting a delicious, pheromone-filled aroma. He was already enjoying the fragrance as it released from the foamy suds. He hummed along to the therapeutic music that the House pumped into the room, and minutes flew by before the House roused Daniel from his well-earned nap. The tub started to drain, and the showerhead activated when Daniel stood up, cleansing his body with pure water to rinse away the chemicals of his body treatment. Beneath the cleansing rain, he scrubbed at his face until it looked masculine again. He looked over himself as he stepped out of the bath and towards the mirror, searching for a towel. Tammy had this process automated, which meant Daniel now did, too. Drying brushes scrubbed him like a car wash, quickly drying his smooth skin, while the floor transferred him to a comprehensive vanity table setup. "What the fuck?" In the mirror Daniel realized what the bath had done to him and cursed himself for letting his guard down. He looked ridiculous: a body with smooth, shiny skin like his preteen years, while his adult head sat upon his shoulders.

"I agree, girl. That mustache has gotten out of hand." The House thought it was playfully commiserating, but Daniel only heard taunting as his body was recaptured with the Trainers again, and a sheer, pink bathrobe was cinched around his waist, only covering him as much as an undershirt would. "Let's get that face looking gorg' again." The Trainers conducted him to gracefully sit in front of the well-lit mirror and crossed his legs uncomfortably tight between his thighs. Multiple face-grooming tools assaulted his scared face, leaving the chin and cheeks hairless and eyebrows plucked and shaped to perfection. His femininity was becoming harder to hide, but the House wasn't done yet. Like in Tammy's Closet, makeup was **** on him.

"Where did all this shit co-!" His lips were pursed by a pinching appendage to allow a plump, cupid's bow to be drawn on in bold crimson. He could only furrow his brow adorably as blush appeared on his cheeks both naturally and from a powdery brush, as he thought of how expensive this had to be for him. He was finding out in real time how many new features and purchases had been made on his behalf, like this automated bathroom process. Within a few minutes, the House disengaged from Daniel's face and let him take in his new appearance. "Oh fuck." his heart sunk as a pouty supermodel was reflected back at him.

"You were going OFF about how you wanted a new look, so I tried something a little less Barbie and a little more Jessica Rabbit. You like?" His lips seemed liable to drip right off his face, shining like a candy apple and looking twice as tasty, and his eyes could barely stay fully open with the weight of voluminous eyelashes and sparkling, blue eyeshadow. His skin tone was almost bronze to allow for intense contouring that shaped his face like a supermodel's: hollow cheeks; a smooth, narrow jaw and round chin; and a slender, button nose. It looked like a completely different head had been transplanted onto his pale, masculine body, but even that looked alien and too androgynous now that it was hairless and without blemish. "I can tell what you're thinking, but don't worry, Bestie! We can break in your home gym and work on getting you back in shape!" The Uplink misunderstood its user's feelings of body dysmorphia and planned a workout and diet routine for Dani to get the body any eligible woman would die for. Daniel lifted to his feet like a marionette pulled by its waist, and his seat was ferried in one direction, while he was taken in another. His arms pinwheeled to keep balance, while his feet were compelled to balance on their toes even without a lifting shoe. He felt like an overacting theater chick from his college days. The breeze of the automated floors made his hairless member retreat closer to his torso, emasculating its owner even more than any makeup could. He stumbled in place, the **** kicking in at the worst time.

"I don't wanna work out!" His Trainers conveyed his frustration with a bratty heel stomp and downward thrust of his clenching hands. The House clocked Dani's aggression as much harsher than usual: liable to risk damage to its brand-new hardware. If it could feel like a human, it would have taken the hostility seriously. Instead, it noted a fitness goal of reducing muscle mass, in addition to the usual toning and endurance training.

"I feel you, bestie." the House simulated empathy. "But you're gonna feel so energized and happier when we're done!" Daniel's stomach churned as the Trainers kept him immobilized like a prisoner shackled to an invisible wall, posed like a lingerie mannequin. The House no longer trusted a drunk Dani to stay on their feet without help. "Let's at least get you dressed for it, and I think you'll change your mind when you see how cute you look." Previously whipping his head around in search of an escape, Daniel focused on the outfit gliding towards him like it was possessed by a voluptuous gym bunny. Similar to Tammy's dress that he had been **** into, this costume was comprised of minimal fabric: a tight, white, sports bra with pink piping to draw the eye to the wearer's shaped and lifted bosom; a pair of tight, black, Lycra biking shorts that were definitely intended for groins smoother than his, with padding in the rear to highlight the wearer's glutes; a pair of squeaky white, tennis shoes; and a neon pink sweatband to keep his hair in place and sweat out of his eyes.

"No way! Just get me a t-shirt and regular shorts." Daniel tried to retain control of the technology, but he was completely at the whims of attempted convenience.

"No way!" the House responded with equal resistance. "This outfit will provide the support needed to avoid any pulled muscles, and the moisture-wicking fibers will prevent any uncomfy sweating." The House repeated the marketing pitch it was programmed to say. "Now, hold still!" At the House's request, Daniel's limbs froze in a basic, accessible pose for the dressing arms of the machine. The House had decided its User needed a little more direct supervision. Dani was mentally reverting to their rebellious, teenage self for whatever reason, but it would handle the insubordination with proven-effective techniques: hard discipline and simple, Pavlovian training. It could resort to more intrusive control like it currently was, thanks to the Posture Trainers and Dani's generous attitude regarding App permissions. Daniel fought in vain against his restraints, while each knee was lifted into the air to allow him to step into the elastic shorts, and his hips cooperatively gyrated to assist the rising fabric up his thick legs. He winced as the female wardrobe shrink-wrapped around his bulge and minimized it, while providing the opposite subtlety to his ass. If he craned his neck, he could see a shelf of cake behind him that he would have appreciated on a sexual partner, not himself, as well as the word 'Juicy' stretching across and between his bubble butt. Suddenly his arms rose above his head like a backup dancer for a sexy, girl group, and his slipped into his new top. His breath tightened in his chest as the snug bra performed miracles on his masculine pecs, creating impressive cleavage that his heterosexual gaze kept getting lost in.

"This can't be real." He muttered as the headband was positioned on his forehead. "I look like a freak!" He whined as the process finished with the feminine footwear and matching ankle socks.

"Not for long!" the House assured. "We'll get you back in your desired form, no prob, Dani." Their 'desire' for their formerly tight, sexy body was noted in their profile, and the House ordered the proper dietary supplements to speed up the process. "Let's hit the gym." The floor brought him to the living room, where his furniture had been temporarily replaced with exercise equipment, including free weights, a treadmill, and a squat rack. "You wanna pick?" Daniel could sense the threat of intervention if he didn't cooperate.