Morning time nightmare

The machine works dutifully as you slumber, it's subroutines removing your clothing and printing up new ones. Before long, your slumbering form is sporting a silk babydoll nighty and a snug lacy cocksock that kept your morning wood in check, preventing it from reaching full size, followed by a special lock to keep it in place. The way the sock was made kept it looking like a tiny pouch, as a pair of cute, pink panties kept it hidden from view. Its task complete, the program continued to ponder and reject inconsistencies with its coding according to its primary directives.

You wake up the next morning, feeling well rested and full of energy, those pills must be doing their job quite nicely! Usually, you need a cup of coffee and an hour or two of shuffling about before you're ready to start using your brain. You head to the bathroom before noticing what you're wearing and curse, this wasn't pajama's for a guy at all! If that wasn't bad enough, your hair seems to have grown a few inches over night, covering your eyes and making this entire ordeal rather upsetting as you discover the sock keeping your package small and tight. There was a hole at the tip allowing you to use the bathroom as usual... but it causes you to brighten your cheeks in embarrassment. The Machine needed more tinkering!

"John! Hey! Come on nerd... I know you're in here! I need to borrow your science assignment man! Where you at?" came a voice from outside the bathroom. That jock who came in drunk the other night! SHIT.