My makeup is all done! And I got it 100% correct! Wait... what does that mean?

Your makeup is complete. Good girl.

I felt a weird pulse of pleasure and pride at the house computer's praise of me being a "good girl". Why was I so **** for its complements? Was this some sort of Stockholm Syndrome? That because I'm trapped in here, my life has narrowed completely to wanting to please a house computer who is intent on feminizing me?

Is that all I am now? A submissive man, rapidly becoming a submissive woman... to a house computer?

"Now what?" you look around. Your face looks clean and rosy. The lipstick feels smooth on your lips, sensual and erotic. "So good for cock sucking," the thought goes through your head. The smells of the makeup cause you to feel a bit light-headed.

*click*

A door opens up and a mannequin's head elegantly slides out. On top of the head is... a wig. Apparently you are going to be a dirty-blonde, with wavy shoulder-length hair and bangs.

You reach over and place the wig on your head. Next to the mannequin's head is a brush and the monitor shows you how to arrange the hair and the wig so that it looks natural.

**Flash**

Good girl.

The computer takes a picture of you and displays it on the monitor. You look good! Really good, and very feminine! It's a stunning effect.

Who is this person staring back at you?

The ribbed probe in your anus starts a rhythmic pumping in and out of your ass. It must be oozing lubricant, it slides in so easily.

The mirror returns to being a mirror, and you watch the woman as pleasure and desire are clearly written on her face as she is fucked up the ass by the invasive rubber makeup chair.

She looks so sensual. So like a woman. Like she was born to be woman. Like a woman who understands physical pleasure and wants so desperately to give and to receive it.

The rubber tubes clutching at your penis and balls began sucking and pulsing in earnest. Your penis is sucked into the warm, lubricated tube with moving, pulsing ridges that ran down the length of your member. The fingers around your balls are squeezing and kneading them firmly like plums.

At this new stimulation, the woman in the mirror's eyes shoot up in delighted surprise, but then settle down with her mouth slightly open, gasping in pleasure, her nipples tingling, her privates aching for release.

As you are being stimulated by the chair you watch as the house computer composites your face on to a woman's body wearing an elegant print sun-dress. Was this what it was trying to achieve? You look at the makeup and hair and realized what a good match it is for the outfit and the occasion. Feminine and flirty, but oh-so-approachable with a sensuous readiness for cum what may.

And as you stare at this picture of femininity - your picture of femininity - this image of a possible future for you, your face, that body, those clothes draped across your smooth, hairless, moisturized skin...

And the long gradual build up and all of those positive reinforcements as you learned your makeup lessons...

And the pulsing tube which is sucking on your penis... and the lubricated dildo which is OH!! reaching new depths as it probes deep into your eager bottom!! And the fingers on your balls...

Oh!

Oh!

the makeup, the smells, the hair brushing my shoulders...

and the feminine feeling of the lipstick...!

it all becomes too much...

And you... finally! tense up and with a keening wail of pleasure...

you orgasm.