Sam makes it worse

Sam tapped away at the keyboard for a bit, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on the commands. He glanced up at his brother. “Don’t worry, this will just take a few more seconds...”

Sam started adjusting the user parameters.

User: Kylie

Gender: F

Age: 17

Favorite color: Bright pink

Desired hair color: Blonde

Desired hair length: Long

Favorite style of top: Camisole

Favorite style of bottom: Miniskirt

Favorite shoes: High heels

Favorite underwear: Thong; Push up Bra

Favorite fashion style: Feminine

Body style: Toned. Curvaceous.

Appearance note: Attract attention of males

“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. He created a self-repairing backup, hidden, that would restore all of his just edited commands, in case anyone was able to get in and change them. His brother was going to have an interesting summer.

“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 hot pink 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 hot pink push-up bra that matched his thong. Standing there, Sam noticed that his brother’s belly button was now pierced, and a small “playboy bunny” charm was dangling from it.

A hot pink spandex miniskirt was slid up Kyle’s smooth legs. However, there was a telltale bulge showing at Kyle’s crotch. “My apologies, Kylie,” MARCI said, “I seem to have overlooked something.”

Sam was near tears laughing as Kyle was dragged back into the bathroom. “Get off me you stupid.. what are... DON’t!!” Kyle shouted. Kyle then whimpered loudly and was again, dragged out of the bathroom to be finished being prepared. His waist was narrow and flat, his crotch smooth, and his perky ass was barely covered by the miniskirt.

The turban was removed to reveal long, damp, blonde hair that went halfway down Kyle’s back. A white belly tee was lowered over him, having pink trim to match his skirt, and the word “Pink” emblazoned over his new breasts.

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 cascading in soft waves around his face and down his back. His makeup was flawless. His brows sat in perfect feminine arches above his eyes. His false lashes fluttered with every blink. His lips were glossy and pink to match his clothing. His ears were sporting multiple earrings, including a large gold hoop in each. He had a soft pink French manicure on squared off nails with his toes matching.

“We’re almost done, Kylie,” MARCI said as he was returned to the dressing area. Hot pink stilettos were slid onto his feet. His hair was sprayed with hairspray. A few rings were slid onto his fingers, along with a bracelet and anklet. 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 a boy hungry 17 year old bimbo.

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