Never Skip Leg Day

Daniel gazed over the home gym, still annoyed by how his House was insistent of feminizing him, but he couldn't think of any way that working out would do anything but make his muscles bigger and more manly. Between the pricy champagne and the relaxing bath, he was feeling warmly cocky that he would be out of this problem in a jiffy if he just played along for a little bit longer. The waters had soothed and energized him, so he strolled towards the squat rack in his forcibly feminized strut. "Good choice, Dani. A great ass will draw the eye away from the rest of you." The bubbly AI was now speaking with a more judgmental tone like the catty leader of a high school clique, using backhanded compliments to encourage the correct body goals and discourage the wrong ones. Daniel ignored the insult, but his subconscious did enjoy the praise. He could use some positivity after the nightmare he had fallen into; a bubbly cheerleader urging him through his workout might even be enjoyable. The House noted the User's spike in arousal, noting that sexual satisfaction was an effective training measure and adjusting accordingly. As Daniel reached the heavy bar resting at shoulder height, a thick, protein shake extended from the wall in a coaster arm.

"What's this?" He took the offered drink but didn't trust the contents.

"Only the best combination of ingredients for the best-looking body you could want. It will be much better than whatever you were doing before." Another dig, implying his current look was the result of inferior fitness planning. "Plus, it's all natural! No unnecessary hormones." The House decided it hadn't lied, as the hormone included in the concoction were necessary in its algorithms. Daniel shook the liquid and found no obvious issues with the Uplink's sales pitch. Using the internal voice of the device gave the House a stronger influence over Dani's psyche. Daniel took a heavy chug of the beverage, thankful for the pleasing chocolate taste; he had feared the House would have decided his favorite flavor was now anchovy. He happily drank most of the contents before handing the cup back to the House. As his body absorbed the given nutrients, He positioned himself beneath the bar, triggering a digital display to light up the wall ahead of him. He squinted at the intense brightness that came with the proximity of the screen, but the image soon softened into more tolerable hues than sheer whiteness. The House decided that a simple 50 pounds would be best for 100, low impact reps that would shape the body without bulking it up.

Daniel scoffed at the juvenile weight. "Maybe we can go a little harder?" He suggested. His body idly minced beneath the iron bar as a pair of 2.5-pound plates were affixed to the ends of it. "This is barely a challenge. I wouldn't even cool down with this!" His complaints fell on deaf audio receptors.

"Trust me, Dani," the House patiently assured the User, "This will get you the booty! You! Want!" Sharp claps emphasized each word and cued in some energetic workout music. On the same cue, Daniel's hands were flung upward, and he instinctively grabbed the bar to prevent shattering his knuckles. Just as quickly as they rose, his hands hefted the bar off the rack and yanked it downward as he was guided through the squats with perfect form. He moved at roughly one squat per second, keeping to the beat of the music. It would be an incredibly quick set at that rate, so Daniel just settled into the rhythm of the exercise. "You got this!" the Uplink cheered, and Daniel tried to not feel patronized and just focus on the encouragement. He could even pretend it was coming from the generated, female fitness instructor on the screen, modeling proper form. She had a tight, lithe body that hid her strength beneath an alluring layer of curves, and she was dressed embarrassingly similar to Daniel. She stared back at him like a reflection, keeping a dominant eye contact as she panted and pursed her lips erotically. The House was making sure to utilize arousal whenever it could, and when it thought Dani was getting too distracted, it replaced the eye candy with motivational videos to glorify the body that Dani desired.

The rep counter crossed 30, when Daniel accidentally jammed his shoulders into the frozen barbell. "Alright, Dani. Slower reps will make sure you feel the burn. Not so easy now, is it?" He pushed forcefully against the metal in his hands, but it rose at a constant pace of frustratingly slow. The Trainers **** his hands to keep pace, creating an impressive bit of mime as Daniel struggled beneath an easily controlled weight. Now his reps took closer to 10 seconds each, pushing his set to almost 12 minutes. Within the first few minutes, his thighs and glutes were burning and quivering. All the times he had watched gym bunnies doing this kind of routine, he had assumed it was effortless, but he was currently getting humbled by a fraction of what he'd seen some of them do. He could feel his body-hugging outfit straining against his masculine body, but with each squat, the workout shake was rapidly adjusting Daniel's physique from cut to curved.

"Please, I need a break." he begged the House, but with less than 20 reps to go, it wasn't going to give him mercy. He could only squint through the torrent of sweat down his brow and push to the end. His reward was digital fanfare on the screen and some jiggling fan service as his trainer jumped for joy. Daniel smiled proudly and he was finally allowed to rerack the bar. His limbs shook from exhaustion, and the House provided him a fluffy, hand towel and a tall glass of ice water. He tried to hunch over and catch his breath, but the Trainers changed his recovery pose to be more like the aforementioned bunnies who sucked languidly on their water bottles between sets. His spine arched back instead of forward, he planted most of his weight on his back foot to give his calloused hand plenty of ass to rest on, and his other foot popped onto tip toes in order to flex his forward thigh. He felt like he was posing for a fitness-focused social media account as he sloppily drank his water, relishing the cool splashes that missed his mouth and dribbled down his chin and between his shapely pectorals.

"Okay, Dani!" the House piped in. "Now, a little cardio to keep that blood pressure in check." The floor ferried Daniel towards the treadmill, filling him with dread. "I can tell you wanna complain." it cut off Daniel before he could begin. "It's just gonna be walking with a little incline to work your calves and strengthen the tendons in your legs." That sounded sensible to Daniel, even if his hamstrings were already burning. He willingly stepped from one conveyor belt to another, triggering the machine to display its dashboard of parameters like total steps, total distance, heart rate, etc. Daniel wasn't given any warning as the treadmill started up except for the wall once again displaying visuals to entertain the user. In this case, Daniel was given a splendid seaside landscape to run through. His pace was hardly three miles per hour, and the incline was only two degrees, so Daniel steadied his labored breathing and fell into a comfy stride. His form was maintained by the Trainers that got him used to his feminine stride, including puppeting his hands to vapidly primp himself around his hair and fingernails or run a palm along his side in a way that made his fresh skin tingle. He soon lost himself in the immersive experience as sounds and fragrances of the virtual environment assaulted his senses, until a shift in walking surface caught his attention, the floor pivoted back to level elevation and then past it to a decline that flexed his calves like the high heels he had been **** in earlier.

"Woah!" Daniel explained. "This is pretty uncomfortable." he complained in vain. The House wanted to make sure his ankles could handle Dani's desired footwear. Daniel wanted to abandon this exercise, but his Trainers refused to let him jump off the treadmill until the given workout was done. He mindlessly strolled like a model on an endless catwalk for another 20 minutes, to the point that he had sauntered into his kitchen before coming back to his senses. The Trainers hadn't guided him, but a steady stream of pleasant stimuli from maintaining ladylike posture pushed him along mindlessly. "We're finally done?" he asked naively, accidentally over inflecting his question like a valley girl. He tried to press his soles flatly against the hardwood floor, but he would slowly rise back to tip toe if his focus diverted elsewhere.

"Yep! Were you daydreaming, airhead?" the House teased, making Daniel blush. "That was a great workout, babe. Nice job. How about a quick shower to freshen up, and then we'll hit the clubs!" Daniel again began his flirty walk towards the bathroom in anticipation of rewarding buzzes from his Uplink, so subtle that he didn't realize he was performing in order to earn them before he questioned if he even should, but a shower made sense when he considered how damp he currently felt in his tight clothes. His bottle of champagne awaited him in the bathroom, and he gladly took some more swigs to calm his nerves. The shower was much faster than the bath had been, since the House didn't need to worry about body hair and skin rejuvenation. It could instead focus on Dani's boyish hair and nurturing it back to the appropriate length and thickness. It concocted a chemical mixture that would feed each follicle and bleach them to an eye-catching blonde. Daniel didn't resist the scalp massage that came with his shampooing, but as he had a towel wrapped snugly around him up to his sternum, a mirror revealed the bimbofying outcome.

Daniel just screamed as he took in his new 'do. His naturally red hair was now strawberry blonde, not quite the platinum that Dani was used to, but the House knew it would only take a few more treatments to finalize the tone. It was already a bit fuller and had gained some bounce, noticeable as he whipped his head around to inspect the damage. "This is too far!" He barked upward with no physical target of his anger for the House. "Change me back right now!" He stamped his foot and flexed his fists by his side like a bratty teen.