The transition

“Before you go in, I have to tell you that silver and rubber melts in the machine, and any makeup or hair dye becomes permanent, the makeup you’re currently wearing will become your natural look, and if you’re wearing any hair dye, then the dye will become your natural colour.”

“I’m alright with that, here, can you please hold this?”, handing me her silver necklace, she walks into the bathroom. I can't spot a blemish on it, the craftsman must've been really skilled to make such a light, small and seemingly perfect necklace, all the while keeping it so, SO smooth.

I'm also a bit befuddled as to why she needs to go into the bathroom, she could obviously need to pee, but I don't hear anything....eh it's probably a confidence thing, this IS still a risk, after all.

After a few minutes, she exits, and goes into the machine.

This is the moment of truth, after so long, my hard work is being put to the test, I sacrificed my social life and my leisure to see her become happy with her body.

My palms become sweaty, and I can hear my heartbeat now, god, this room feels so much more uncomfortable than before, it reminds me of the time I spent building the machine, some stuff just wouldn't fit or it would malfunction, which caused me so much frustration.

After whirring for a few minutes, out comes Chloe, even more beautiful than before.

Her makeup, having become her natural look, meant that there are no deformities on her face, no blemishes, and her cheeks look so full and rosy, her lips so full and red, her cheekbones so prominent, her eyes so big, and just from looking at her, I can tell that her skin must be as smooth as porcelain. It's I as if I'm looking at the perfect woman, handcrafted by god just for me.

The very next moment, I feel soft, delicate arms at my back, and something soft and mushy too, but this time on my chest, and the aroma of lilac once again tickles my nose.

I look at her again, and I see her lips approaching.

Fuck, I’m so dirty, I cannot kiss her right now.

“Chloe, I haven’t bathed in over a year, are you sure you want to kiss me?”, I put my hand on her chest, only later realising where it is, yet now, I can’t stop staring..