Look AND Feel

As if things weren't strange enough already, when the machine begins to dress him, he can feel the fabric as it drags along the SynthSkin. His expression contorts the gorgeous face as he makes the realization, toes curling tightly in the confines from the familiar-yet-alien sensation that it provides him. More than that, the SynthSkin tries to find the appropriate response to the sensations, and Matt feels the telltale ache of the nipples of his faux bosoms stiffening against the fabric.

It all happens in such a short amount of time that he can't brace for the sensation of the bikini panties slipping up over his feminized crotch, eyes going wide again from the altogether strange sensation. It's only the stirring of his tucked-away maleness that reminds him that he's not really what he appears to be. Regardless, no amount of swelling would allow it to show on the outside, and it causes a terribly confusing dissonance as he's sat down for an automated makeover.

There's not a lot of sense in fighting at this point. If anything, he would have to find a place to switch out his clothing and remove the makeup after getting out. As much as he hated to admit it, the SynthSkin was at least a good disguise that would allow him to have more freedom with the pilfered vacation. If he could only shake this AI, he might be able to use it more to his own liking. For now, he closes his eyes as the automated makeover mechanisms doll him up further.

"Due to the requested activity of [sunbathing], we've elected to use extra-strength, waterproof cosmetics with the risk of contact with water involved," the AI explains just before Matt nearly teeters over in the heels. Even before he begins to complain, the AI is computing a way to help. The complaint is merely the go-ahead for the AI to initialize the movement assistance, which Matthew immediately regrets.

For the brief moment of demonstration, the AI acts as a co-pilot and overrides his own movement by making him saunter and sway with a mix of feminine elegance and showiness. It looks completely effortless to him, but he still feels the strain of the effort required to move like that, puppeted around briefly.

Even after the example is shown off and the AI relinquishes control back to Matt, the SynthSkin reshapes his movements to be more-similar to what was just flaunted. In essence, he's allowed to move where he likes and do what he wants, but the AI is supplementing every action and movement to make it more feminine; more 'useful' for Vanessa's goals.

The AI chimes before speaking once more. "Your satisfaction is our goal. Your desire for [all the hunks wanting to be with you] is predicted with overwhelming success." The statement makes Matt terribly nervous. "I might have changed my mind..."

"All changes to vacation schedule must be verified via email. We will send an email to registered address of [email protected] where you may make any changes to your schedule vacation."

"No, no! That's fine!" he quickly speaks up. "I'll stick to the schedule."

"Understood. We've found the optimal spot for attracting the attention of physically-fit, eligible males. We will send this to your phone."

"W-wait! No, no. I... lost my phone with the rest of my luggage."

"Proper enjoyment of Diamond Sands Resort will require access to a compatible device. Registering a loaner phone to Vanessa Hutchins."

A pedestal emerges from near the exit with an almost uselessly-small—if fashionable—red purse. A vibrating noise comes from inside: A small, embarrassingly-pink smartphone.

"We've sent the ideal destination to your phone. Please proceed to the marked area before noon." Checking his embarrassingly-girly silver watch, he only had about 30 minutes. Still, why would he just go along with it when he could ditch? "For your safety, failure to attend your scheduled activity will submit an automatic missing report to the hotel staff." Matt wilts at this; it's almost as if the AI had read his mind just to thwart him.

The chime sounds again, but this time it doesn't come from the speakers. It sounds like it's right next to Matt as he reaches out to take the purse. "As a guest of Diamond Sands, we will strive to ensure your optimal enjoyment at all times. Your prototype SynthSkin is equipped with technology that interfaces with our AI, which will cater to your every need and request." Will he ever get a chance to get away from all this? It's starting to feel like he's squatted on the wrong vacation.

Even as he finally picks up the purse, he does so in an awkwardly dainty manner. It takes a moment to fish the phone out, having to figure out the zipper on the purse with those long, manicured, but surprisingly-durable nails. Even worse, trying to use the phone is a bit of a nightmare with how long they are. After accidentally pressing several buttons, he finally manages to open the resort map. Apparently the area the AI was insisting upon was a little more than half a mile away. "Please proceed to the designated area. 20 minutes until scheduled activity begins."

That barely left any time to get there!