Rise and shine

Kyle woke up not know how to feel. His dream had been so real. He reached up and touched face half expecting to find it covered in cum. Thankfully he was clean. As hi woke up a little more he noticed his panties felt wet. Pulling back the sheets he saw a distinct wet spot on the front of his panties. Kyle was confused at first then realized to his horror what caused the wetness. His new synthetic vagina had reacted to his dream. He had just had his first wet dream as a girl. Kyle felt ashamed of himself for the way he had acted and the way he felt in the dream. But a small secret part of him that was slowly gaining strength have loved the way it made him feel.

“Good morning, mistress! I’ve let you sleep in as long as I could! But in doing so I fear I haven’t allowed you much time to get ready. Steps will be taken to prepare you for your day’s activities on a timely manner!”

Kyle groaned as he was once again dragged into the shower where he was cleaned with the floral smelling soap and he was treated to ensure no body hair remained. His hair was washed, his teeth were brushed, he used the toilet, and once again he was covered with a towel while another was wrapped turban style on his head.

He was carried back out to the dressing area. The towel covering his body was removed and a rather revealing black sports bra with pink piping was placed over his chest. Then a hot pink athletic thong was slid on followed by a tight low rise set of black yoga pants.

At that instant, another arm came down and held the back of Kyle’s head. A nozzle tipped arm came out and worked it’s way into his mouth. There was a sharp hiss of air and something hit the back of his throat, forcing him to swallow whatever it was.

“There you go, mistress,” MARCI said. “I will ensure that your newly prescribed medicines are taken daily. That was the first dose of your...” There was a pause. “...birth control prescription. Now let’s get you ready.”

“MARCI! “ Kyle shouted., “I’m not...”

His protestations were cut off as he was forced again into the makeup mask. He emerged after several moments, his hair pulled back in a tight French braid, his makeup done in soft pinks and not overdone. His pierced ears has small pink jeweled studs in them now.

Again he was lifted into the air. And short socks and workout shoes with a slight wedged heel were quickly placed on his feet.

He was lowered to the floor where a gym bag was dropped onto his shoulder. “That should be everything you need for your workout, mistress. I suggest that you go downstairs as it is almost time for your associates to arrive to pick you up. Have a wonderful day!”

The arms carried him to the door, dropping him just outside his room.

Sam peeked around the corner. “Dude,” Sam said, amazed, “you...” his gaze ran up and down Kyle’s body. His mouth fell open. “You have camel toe!”

“Shut up, jerk. This is MARCI’s outfit choice I didn't pick this outfit.”

A horn sounded outside. Groaning with frustration at things rapidly spiraling out of control, Kyle spun on his heel and marched out to the car.

Robin already had the others in her car. “Looking good, girlfriend!” She said as she wound the window down. “Just so you know, the spinning class’ teacher is a total hottie! I bet he notices the new girl!”

Kyle got into the back seat, dropping his bag at his feet. He threw on his seat belt, and slouched, crossing his arms over his sports bra, feeling the new mounds he had there. Things were quickly spiraling out of control.