Surgery

Devin stormed into his room, loudly shouting at the invisible Annie “What the fuck was that?! There was nothing about that in the contract!”, only having the autocloset door open in reply.

Fuming, Devin entered the autocloset, and Annie appeared on the screen, asking “Nothing about what?”, with faux innocence.

“You fucking know what! The 1 in 8 chance of fucking a guy!”, Devin angrily replied.

“It’s called fine print, sweetie. If you had bothered to read the contract actually properly, you would’ve seen that you agreed to let us film you making hot nasty love whenever we want, provided you consent of course”, Annie smugly revealed.

“Ha, and what makes you think that I’ll ever consent?”, Devin deftly replied.

“Oh because if you don’t, Clarice will make sure more things like this happens to you”, Annie flatly stated, before the autocloset door slid shut and locked and the mechanical tendrils ensnared Devin, ripping off his clothes and spreading his legs to allow a nozzle to spray a caustic-smelling solution straight onto his dick and balls, after which he was dropped down into the ball pit and dragged kicking and screaming into the operating theatre where he was rendered unconscious.

Devin awoke feeling terrible, but soon became aware of a heaviness on his chest.

Opening his eyes, he saw the mounds of flesh obscuring his torso, freaking out touching them, finding the sensation to be perversely arousing.

Getting up and finally able to see his mirrored reflection, Devin gasped at the state of his body.

His flabby A-cup chest had inflated to a full DD-cup, from within which he could feel the heavy gel implants, while his junk was a third the size of what it once was, but what was most disturbing to him of all was his face.

All his masculine facial characteristics had been shaved away including his Adam’s apple, leaving him with refined and cute female features which made him strikingly resemble his sister without makeup.

Devin raged and tried to strike and destroy the autocloset, but the intense hormone therapy had severely weakened his bodily strength, and he wasn’t able to leave so much of a scratch on it.

Collapsing on the bed, Devin curled up and wept for, Annie silently watching and giggling with glee.

She let Devin miss the day’s challenges and drown in his self-hatred, and so later in the evening Devin heard a knock on the door.

“Sweetie, it’s Rebecca, is everything alright? We were told you were supposed to be all healed up by this morning but when you didn’t appear we got a little worried. Are you there?”, Devin heard from behind the door but decided to ignore it rather than put his emotional burden on Rebecca.

Annie on the other hand wanted some drama and so overrode and opened the door, allowing Rebecca to enter and see the absolute state of Davina, whose motherly instincts kicked in and she hugged and comforted Davina.

Though she couldn’t say why, Davina desperately needed emotional support and so hugged Rebecca back, crying into her bosom till Davina managed to stop, and the two joined the others in the girls’ bar, Maria and Stacey showing as much concern as Rebecca did.

Davina just said her state was a bout of post-surgery depression which was indeed true but lied about it being because she always wanted big boobs but had never been able to afford them, and in achieving her dream she became emotionally overwhelmed.

Her friends were completely empathetic and did their utmost to support and cheer Davina up, complimenting her on how amazing her breasts were and how sexy they made look.

Being reminded of how girly he now was worsened Davina’s internal pain, but the thought of being so instantly desirable, even as a woman, was still a little exciting to her.

All the same, she was grateful she actually had friends in this whole situation.