Feminine Product

Jack bounced in front of his mirror. In his mind the two sore orbs on his chest suddenly qualified as tits since they jiggled on their own when he shook his torso and jumped up and down. Still small, less than C, but they were becoming bigger and softer as time passed. He wondered just how big they would get before the month ended. He lowered his shirt over them.

'Welp... Can't have that.' He put on sunglasses, a face-mask and a jacket to put another layer over his chest that would hide the perky additions.

“What are you doing?” The toy nagged.

Jack almost didn't answer. He hated even considering the fact that he would explain himself to a toy, but it did not matter if he said anything or not. The toy was a surprisingly good conversationalist, anyway, so it was easy to slip into a casual talk.

“I'm just going to the store. If I'm not talking to anyone I'm not gonna dress up or try to hide. I'll cover up and go there and back. It's not strange if someone sees me, Jack, out on errands, right?”

“What if they invite you out.” The toy made a good point.

“I... Could just say I'm busy.”

“You? What if they recognize you a few more times and you keep refusing? Eventually they'll figure out something is strange. Your social media will be the next target. People will be paying attention to YOU. Where as now, for now at least they are not thinking about you.” It reasoned.

“That-”

“That IS the way you want it.” It interrupted, finishing Jack's thought. The AI was both predictive and responsive. It learned, in addition to having set goals and parameters. It was able to act nearly perfectly. Jack sometimes forgot he was just talking to a thing.

“For now. You've explained that you want to lay low until Clovis is able to come unlock you.” There was a long pause where it waited for an answer.

“Correct?”

Jack shrugged in exasperation. “No, you're right. But, like, what am I supposed to do?” He whined.

“I would advise, for the duration of your desired 'lay-low' period, that you get used to being Alexis.”

“In my spare time? That's stupid.”

“Is it? I am aware that your inbox has unread messages.”

“So?”

“You desire to make contacts but you are hesitant to respond because you would need to respond as Alexis. It feels as though your goals are conflicting. First, I would advise you consider that you should not go out at all and abandon any social life you have for the duration of the month.”

Jack mulled over the advice. “The ones I care about are the girls. I am meeting and connecting with a lot more than I normally would.” His dressing up and acting in public garnered some male attention, but more important to him was the fact that he was able to comfortably talk to women and have them comfortably talk back. He got more numbers than he would as Jack.

“Interesting. Adjusting goals.... Your ability to connect with women is tied to your ability to perform as one.”

“I guess.”

“It is true.” It stated.

“It follows that as ability to perform increases, the contact with women will improve in both quantity and quality.”

“I'd also be drawing more attention from dudes unintentionally...”

“We are not considering that as part of our parameters yet.”

“We are n- Okay, whatever.” Jack nodded. He removed the extra layer and the glasses he wore.

“Soooo, what do you advise for the best results?” For all the toy's pushiness and strangeness it gave advice that did exactly what it promised. It was useful.

“Mindset is an important factor. I understand that you have difficulty inviting woman back to your apartment and even talking on the phone.”

Jack stammered. “Th-that's just because I don't want them to come down and see that it's MY apartment after meeting Alexis. Also... Talking on the phone as a character in a voice that isn't mine is hard, okay?”

“Then consider mindset as the factor that needs changing.”

“That's it?” Jack rolled his eyes.

“That is not it, because that is a difficult thing to adjust. First, consider that this apartment belongs to Alexis.”

He looks around at all the signs that it was not the case. 5 in 1 body wash over the shower, male clothes strewn about. His setup is noticeably masculine. All of the female apartments he had been to were, if not clean, were self-consciously fixed to look clean and tidy. Their products were numerous and on display. If he saw male clothes in a girls dresser he would have questions.

“Okay okay. Noted... I'll work on it.”

“Second, you should consider that you are speaking with a fake voice right now.” The toy added.

“No I'm not.” Jack said flatly. He was speaking how he normally would.

“Why is Alexis speaking using a fake male voice? It sounds practiced, but ridiculous. It is obviously fake.”

“Oh, I get what you're doing.”

“That fake voice again. Is this how you attract women?”

He huffed. “Is this better?” Jack slipped into his practiced feminine tone by adjusting the pitch and weight of his voice.

“Better? It is simply normal, Alexis. This is how you speak normally.”

“I get it, I get it. This IS my real voice.” Jack relented, using the toy's favored tone.

“Good girl.” Jack was flustered by the compliment.

* *

Jack left for the store in cute shorts and a tight top, since it was warm. A jacket and a mask would've looked out of place, anyway. He kept the sunglasses though and decided to tie his messy blonde hair back into a ponytail. His hair had grown exponentially over the week and a half since it was not getting cut. Instead of getting the simple meal from the market like he had planned he detoured to the mall and resolved to pick up whatever he needed to make his apartment look and feel right. As soon as he entered he was confronted by a female attendant.

“Our involuntary scans show that you are a 'new' woman. Have you shopped with us as a woman before?” She asked sweetly. The only reason Jack was not taken aback was because of how little she made that accusatory statement sound like an accusation.

“W-what does that mean?” Jack asked, keeping his voice down as he glanced around for anyone listening.

“Our goals are transparent. We want you to spend as much money as possible in our mall. Women are exceptional sources of revenue due to the sheer number of products they purchase due to societal expectations. With the rise in transitioning for various reasons our store enacted a program to help those that may not know exactly what they need so that they are able to find everything they are looking for. You'll feel and look good doing it!” She winked.

Jack eyed her suspiciously. “Wait... You're basically just coming out and saying that you want to milk me for profit.”

“I think our goals align pretty closely.” The women very eloquently called his bluff to the point that Jack simply nodded.

“Great! Don't worry, the actual 'service' is free. Is your day open? There may be slight time dilation.”

“Yeah, I got nothing going o-” As soon as he said that he felt a faint warping sensation around him, as though he was high. Jack was vaguely aware that he was moving on autopilot towards rows and products he did not even know existed before he came here. If it was just him being controlled and moved like a puppet it would have almost been less jarring but as he looked at products he did not just pick one and go. He compared them and weighed them as if he knew. Whatever was happening did not just have him buying them, either. It had him excited to buy. Interested in collecting and owning the products. Proud of making decisions about what to buy and what to leave. Intrigued to find and exploit deals. By the time Jack came to his senses his cart was full. The indicator on the physical cart showed the total of the items inside. He gulped and face-2-faced Clovis for the first time. The cart was in the background.

“U-uhm..” Jack bit his bottom lip as the man picked up. It was not his face but an avatar.

“Ah, alright. Say no more, baby girl. Get what you need. Sending you payment details. Sorry, I'm at work and can't talk. Good luck. See you in game later.”

Jack was stunned. “W-wait. What?” Euphoria began to kick in again. He realized too late that the feeling only stopped as the mall detected he had exceeded his budget. The moment a blank check appeared in his payment information he lost control again and made a b-line towards the clothing shops. Designer clothes, underwear, He only snapped out of it again when he was checking out. Jack felt very feminine under the gaze of the man scanning his items as he asked with flushed cheeks.

“Could you guys, like, deliver all this to my apartment?”

Usually there would be an eyeroll due to the extra steps needing to be taken by the cashier. Instead he smiled brightly.

“Of course!”

“T-thanks!”

“No problem at all. We also have a service that enters your living area and puts everything away for an additional charge and a waiver.”

“Ohmigosh...” Jack gasped.

“I need that, yeah.” There was so much stuff. More than he expected to buy. He needed help.

“My guy is paying for it, anyway.” He caught himself saying that after he giggled. It felt oddly satisfying to be a girl.

* *

When Jack got home he was surprised to see all of his old things tied into garbage bags. Clothes, items. Everything was replaced. That being said 'everything' for him was somewhat spartan. He entered the bathroom and looked around. All of his new products were lined neatly within his shower and on his counter. The toy was in it's same position, untouched.

“It looks as though your apartment is back to normal, Alexis.”

“Normal?” Jack repeated curiously.

“Yes.”

He chuckled and retorted, despite the fact that he was still speaking in the same girly tone. “This isn't normal.”

“Proposition.”

“I'm listening?” As he said that the member began to stand up. The sight of it made him slightly aroused. He knew what he could do with it like that. He was extremely horny from the day he had.

“You may use me if you play along with what I say.”

Jack smirked. “If I JUST play along?” It felt like a good deal but Jack did not fully consider that fact that he had already changed enough that he was bargaining for the opportunity to take a dick up his modified rear.

“You feel as though you will fake it? That is fine. Acknowledged. If you provide undesired answered to me I will no longer be hard.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“Kneel.”

Jack blinked. “Thought I was gonna be allowed to-”

“Kneel.”

“Fine.” he huffed. Jack lowered himself to just below the cock and waited.

“Good girl. Grip my shaft and cup my balls.” It demanded.

“Pushy thing...” Jack muttered. He felt it throbbing rhythmically.

“Stare at my balls while rolling them in your hand.” Jack obeyed and stared. The throbbing and the motion occupied his thoughts but then a new command was added.

“I am dripping, lick the tip.” Jack leaned up and gently licked a bead off the tip. It tasted quite good and made him shudder.

“You will lick the tip whenever a bead appears. Understand?

“I under-”

“Begin stroking in pace with my throbbing...” jack felt light-headed. His mind was being pulled in many different directions with so many commands. He had to watch the balls but also pay attention to the tip. He had to consider the throbbing and his own timing with stroking the member.

“If you fail once I will make it impossible for you to cum. Understand?”

“I under-”

It interrupted again, refusing to let him get out a full sentence. “Good. You are concentrating on the tasks. The tasks are important.” Jack nodded, his jaw slacking faintly after he again leaned up to lick the tip.

“Good girl. My rules. My tasks. My orders.” He nodded.

“It is important that you tell only the truth. If I detect a lie you will not be allowed pleasure.” He gulped.

“Your goal is pleasure. You want to achieve it. You crave it. It is what you are doing this for.” His eyes became somewhat unfocused.

“Relax.” Jack's shoulders slumped but he was just aware enough to keep rhythm, keep staring and keep licking while listening intently.

“Good girl. What is your real name?”

Jack cringed. He was aware that he was not supposed to lie, but he was also aware that if he gave the wrong answer, that was the truth, he would also fail. More than anything he wanted pleasure and satisfaction in that moment, so he could not fail.

“I detect that you wish to answer correctly without lying.” Jack nodded.

“You want pleasure? You want me to help you achieve your goals? Your goal is pleasure.” It stated repetitively, overwhelming Jack's feeble attempts at thought.

“Allow me to assist you. Believe me so that you may answer favorably without lying.”

“Yes.” Jack felt like he was opening a door with that response. His mind was no longer blocked off. It was open. Open to allowing it to help him achieve his goals. He did not even need to acknowledge that the goals, the problems, everything was a result of it, anyway.

“Your real name is Alexis Salisman. Only daughter of Jake and Melinda Salisman. You are their little girl... They were excited to have a girl as their first and only child. You have no reason to not think of yourself as female.”

Alexis was drooling. It felt like a hand was reaching into her head and molding her gray-matter. Moving it around.

“M-my name is Al-. My real name is Alexis.” She repeated. Excitedly, the cock stood up, allowing her to stand and lean back. It easily pushed into her rear. It felt incredible going in and her asshole stretched around it so easily. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before as the flared head dragged up her walls. When it rubbed past her prostate and pushed down against it she lost control. Her begging little cock, caged and useless, spurted clear liquid onto the floor. The orgasm was so powerful that she lost her legs and fell forward into it.