Right on schedule?

"Your destination is just around the corner, Dani." The robotic driver informed its passenger. Daniel should have known better than to trust the technology that got him into this mess in the first place. He rolled down a darkly tinted window to get a bearing of his surroundings. He leaned outside for a larger view, but this part of the city was unfamiliar to him, and the sprawling, Autocar infrastructure made spotting landmarks impossible. He squinted in the afternoon sun feeling forlorn, until some catcalls and whistles made him duck back to the privacy of his transport, but not before making eye contact with the passengers of the Autocar who had called out to him. They continued to jeer at him through the glass, making him blush.

"They were pretty cute." Daniel heard in his ear from his Uplink. "Why didn't you wave back or something?" The AI's concern was misplaced, but it was taking note of how uncharacteristically its owner was acting today. Dani's stress levels were causing heartrate spikes that could lead to future health issues, and that was a major problem. Luckily, uplinks came equipped with mild relaxation chemicals to administer to their users, and Dani had allowed it to use this medical measure whenever deemed necessary. Without even bothering its user about it, the Uplink injected a soothing concoction into Dani's bloodstream. Daniel shivered for a moment, but his mind became a bit glassy from the fast-acting medicine, so he just sunk a little deeper into the plush passenger seat to wait out the ride to wherever he was being kidnapped. His past anger was soon forgotten, just in time for his trip to end. The passenger door slid open, and he willingly extended his smooth, flexing leg to stand on his tall heels; his Trainers made sure he didn't flash his bare genitals like a proper lady. He looked around expressionless, though his destination was directly in front of him. The facade of the boutique was elegant, giving off the air of expensive, professional service without alarming Daniel with its femininity. His ankles started to shake as his Trainers urged him to remain on schedule, and in his ditzy state he dutifully complied, adding the necessary hip sway and ass bounce. He strutted to the front counter, naively assuming he had been taken somewhere to uncross his dress, where a sharp faced woman attended the salon. Bianca peered over her half-moon spectacles to appraise her next customer. She saw someone in **** need of her machines.

"Welcome. Do you have an appointment?" she inquired as she pulled up her list of clients intending to patronize her establishment today. Her current slot had ended up having a last-minute cancellation, so she was available for the next hour regardless of Daniel's response.

"Ummm...I think so?" Daniel trailed off as he tried to respond. He didn't usually feel so mentally sluggish, and he couldn't recall why he had gotten dropped off here fast enough for the mature stylist. With a few more button presses, an uplink scanner spun around the customer and checked for appointments. Like the rest of Tammy's profile, an appointment had been copied over to Daniel, which had brought him here and now told Bianca exactly what he wanted. Tammy had planned her annual beautification trip to maintain her perfect complexion and silky, tan skin. Looking over Daniel, Bianca agreed that he needed it. His body hair was a forest compared to the bare flesh he was asking for, and she could tell his made-up face was covering baggy eyes and splotchy cheeks. "I'm trying to get back to normal." Bianca sympathized with the struggling young 'woman.'

"Let's get you sorted out, darling." Bianca placed a firm grip on Daniel's shoulder and guided him to the closest available Style-pod. He minced along obediently and laid himself into the reclined seat delicately. The Uplink's sedative had run its course, and Daniel returned to his senses as the lid of the pod sealed him in. He assumed there would be an easier way to get him looking like a man again. He banged on the glass with limp, ineffectual fists unheard by the attendant. He could tolerate the girly costume for a bit, but the lack of full autonomy is what needed to go first, but that required a competent technician, not stylist, to remove the humiliating Posture Trainers. On cue, the metallic bands he wore yanked him back against the leather seat, effectively chaining him down while his appointment commenced. Bianca had returned to her post to oversee the treatment, unaware of the client's sudden trepidation. She had no reason to assume anyone would get cold feet; modern technology made the process easy for on-the-go women who needed freshening up, curious men trying something new, and anyone in between. As she watched boring diagnostics and progress bars, her client was getting a full wax, tan, manicure, pedicure, and a base application of makeup to save time with their day-to-day looks. Daniel craned his neck to try and see what he was feeling crawl up his leg and under his dress, leaving behind a singeing coolness on every inch of his skin. Dexterous, nanorobotic appendages contoured to his body perfectly, fluidly shaving and painting him without needing to remove clothing. He twitched at the discomfort but couldn't escape the all-encompassing treatment. He could only close his eyes and hold his breath as his face was subsequently engulfed in feminizing machinery. While blinded, he felt his cuticles pushed aggressively back to make way for gorgeous, fake nails that guaranteed to never chip or detach.

"Don't forget to breath, Honey." his Uplink bothered him at the most inconvenient time, though it had been correct that his breathing was in no way impeded by the process. He took jagged, shallow breaths that felt extra constricted in his figure-hugging dress. "It's like you've never done this before." Daniel knew that he hadn't, but the Uplink's profile of Dani painted a different picture. "You'll feel much better when this is all over and you're looking perf' again." The Uplink noticed that its words were not having the therapeutic affect it had expected, prompting another dose of sedative for its user. Daniel's head started feeling heavy, both from the long-term makeup and from the medication. He sighed and finally relaxed into the makeover. He decided it wasn't actually so bad, as the tingling numbness pleasantly spread to the rest of his body, convincing himself that this was a simple massage treatment. Whatever panic gnawed at his subconscious was suppressed by the time the Pod hissed open and finally released its client. Bianca was waiting to help him out of the machine. Between the Uplink's guiding words and the Trainers explicit ambulation, he sauntered over to a mirror and saw his new, radiant look. He stared into his vapid eyes, trying to comprehend that it was his reflection and not a reunion with a long-lost sister. Said eyes blinked widely, fluttering with long, thick lashes and popping from a bold eyeliner and smokey eyelids. His mouth hung open in a plump, pink 'O', traced and contoured to appear thicker, and his formerly bushy eyebrows were thin, high arches adding to his airheaded look of confusion. He no longer looked like a man hiding a square, stubbled jaw, but as a round faced beauty with high-boned, rosy cheeks. He was most shocked by how petite his nose now looked thanks to the shiny tip and shaded bridge contouring it perfectly. The scariest part was how invisible the product seemed, like it was his natural bone structure and collagen distribution with few actual makeup techniques.

"I look like such a girl." he gasped, while his Trainers brought his hands up to cradle his gorgeous face. Now Daniel realized what had been done to his fingers and presumably toes. As he daintily cradled his chin, cool acrylic tickled along his sensitive flesh like glossy, pink claws. He held a hand at arm's length to inspect them, which Bianca took as appreciation. He ran his bronzed hands along his girly arms, confused why the dark skin tone wasn't rubbing off, but the nice lady was ushering him to the front desk to finish the transaction. Bianca used the Uplink scanner again, seeing that her vapid client would have a hard time trying to remember her payment info. While Tammy's House couldn't have copied over its user's Credits card information for legal reasons, Dani was now also associated with Tammy's account at this salon, so she was seamlessly charged for the services.

"Ok, Dani!" the Uplink bubbled in Daniel's ear. "There's another car waiting for you outside." Daniel smiled at the helpful voice taking care of everything during this stressful day. He let it direct him with a jiggly stride to show off his great, new look. As he stepped into the open air, he felt his bare skin heat up excitingly, filling his trapped member with alien pleasure. Displaying his body had never felt so good before, and he couldn't realize how much of his positive reaction was orchestrated by his Uplink. With the number of permissions allowed, his training was becoming mental as much as physical. His malleable mind was bombarded with positive encouragement, to counteract Dani's odd expressions of unhappiness with what was historically preferred. The Uplink knew how to get its User back to normal.