Sam makes things a little better

Sam decided to take a little pity on his brother, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to milk the prank just a little longer.

He logged in with his new password and started adjusting the user parameters.

User: Kylie

Gender: F

Age: 17

Favorite color: Red

Desired hair color: Blonde

Desired hair length: Long

Favorite style of top: Tee Shirt

Favorite style of bottom: Jeans

Favorite shoes: Casual

Favorite underwear: Thong, Bra

Favorite fashion style: Casual

Body style: Toned. Curvaceous.

Appearance note: Tom boy

“Ok, Kyle, a few questions,” Sam asked, laying the trap, “Cropped hair or faux hawk? And I’m guessing boxers?”

“Cropped, Sam. And definitely. I can’t wait to get out of this stuff,” Kyle said, starting to fidget.

“Just a sec...” Sam typed away some more. Yeah, it was a joke, but he wanted to make his brother squirm a little before letting him get out of his predicament.

“Ok. I think that’s enough...” Sam said, a quick reboot of the system....” he paused as the system restarted, loading in his new commands.

“Hello, NEW_USER,” MARCI said with the electronic female voice. “Please state your name.”

Sam looked over at Kyle, who was looking back at him. Sam made a, “Go on!” gesture.

“Uh.... Kyle?” Kyle said, tentatively.

Sam held his breath. It was now or never.

There was a pause. “User found.” Sam exhaled and bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “What May I do for you today?” MARCI continued.

“I’d love to get out of this crazy outfit and into some clothes that are more me,” Kyle said.

“Understood,” MARCI said. “Please step into the bathroom to begin.”

Sam made a sweeping gesture to wards the bathroom door. Kyle looked back at his brother and then stepped into the bathroom.

The door closed, Sam heard the water start, and the brushes beginning to whir. He waited patiently.

After a few long minutes, the fun started. “Hey... no! Wait!”

“User Kylie’s parameters do not match!” MARCI said.

“I said stop you... Ow! No! Wait! I’m not...OOOOF!”

There were some thuds and bangs and apparently MARCI had the upper hand. There was the sound of some blowers and a loud, “SAM!”

The bathroom door reopened, and Kyle was ushered back into the bedroom glaring at Sam, his hiair wrapped in a towel, turban style, and a towel wrapped around his now curvy chest and body.

He was deposited in the middle of the room. A red thong was uncerimoniously slid up his legs and pulled sharply into place as the towel around his body was removed, revealing two pert breasts on “Kylie’s” chest. They were rapidly engulfed by a red sports bra that matched his thong.

A pair of socks were pulled onto his feet, followed by a pair of stretch jeans, which were slid up Kyle’s legs, riding low on his hips, and zipped up. It had the effect of flattening his crtotch while accentuating his ass.

The turban was removed to reveal long, damp, blonde hair that went halfway down Kyle’s back. A Fitted black baseball tee was pulled over his head, showing off Kyle’s new curvy chest.

Kyle sagged, defeated as he was again seated at the vanity, his legs crossed for him. A dome descended, as a vacuum pulled the damp hair up and into the dome. A mask settled over Kyle’s face as he “mmmphed” in protest. Sam could hear blowers and motors going. The manicure/pedicure machines proceeded to redo Kyle’s nails. This lasted several minutes.

When the dome and mask lifted, Kyle’s blonde hair was now in a braid that was hung over his shoulder. His makeup was minimal, but flawless. His brows sat in perfect feminine arches above his eyes. His lips were glossy with just a hint of color. His ears were pierced, with a small red jeweled stud in each earlobe. He had a soft pink manicure on short nails with his toes matching.

“We’re almost done, Kylie,” MARCI said as he was returned to the dressing area. High top sneakers were slid onto his feet and tied off. His hair was sprayed with hairspray. A silver necklace with a script “Kylie” was draped around his neck.

“Now to make you smell nice,” MARCI added. “Don’t worry, Kylie, the pheromones in the perfume will attract your desired attention.” As a nozzle sprayed strategic points on Kyle’s now feminine body.

Sam took it all in. Kyle looked like an athletic 17 year old girl.

“I’m going to kill you,” Kyle started. And took a step towards Sam.

“Oh, that will never do!” MARCI said, an arm appearing and pinching Kyle’s nose together. He opened his mouth and another arm appeared and sprayed something into his throat.

Kyle coughed a few times. “There. Perfect.” MARCI said. “Enjoy your day, Kylie.”

After the coughing stopped, Kyle took another step towards Sam, “You’d better run... my voice!” The spray had given Kyle a rather sexy feminine voice.

Kyle was stunned. He then refocused his anger on Sam, who was still laughing, holding onto his sides, tears streaming out of his eyes. “When i get a hold of you....”

Kyle’s rage was interrupted by a voice.

“Hello!” Someone called from downstairs.