The next morning

MARCI’s voice jolted Kyle wide awake.

“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 black sports bra with green piping was placed over his chest.

He was lifted into the air as MARCI said, “I believe this will address your concerns about disguising your growth, mistress.”

An arm came towards him holding what looked like a flesh tone thong. As at approached, Kyle could see that it was more than a thong. It looked like a vagina. So that’s how MARCI was going to hide his junk for the gym!

The flesh colored thong was slid up his legs and settled into place. Unfortunately, there was still a bulge under it when it setttled into place.

“Forgive me, mistress,” MARCI said. “This may be temporarily uncomfortable.”

Another arm extended and pushed Kyle’s member back, while two dexterous fingers pushed his balls up into the cavities they had originally descended from.

“Oof!” Kyle said, squirming with discomfort.

“A few more adjustments, mistress,” MARCI said. A probe came out of an arm and buzzed and slid into Kyle’s faux vaginal opening. He could feel it brushing against his trapped member, the vibrations teasing him slightly. He began to get aroused. The first probe distracted him as he felt a similar probe enter his rear. He gasped with the vibrating sensations.

Several heat lamps came out and started warming up the area around his crotch, covered by the thong. The material quickly warmed up, and Kyle could feel it getting slimy on the inside of the thong.

“MARCI?” He asked, starting to get worried.

“We’re almost through,” MARCI replied. Several felt wheels came out and began buffing the thin edges of the thong. Kyle was amazed as the seams quickly vanished from sight, leaving him looking like a girl completely now. The probes continued their buzzing, and Kyle was squrming in MARCi’s arms now.

“One last thing, mistress.” Another arm appeared, spraying the crotch cover with frigid air. Kyle’s member deflated and shrunk, and the thong seemed to tighten up slightly.

“There. All finished,” MARCI said, setting Kyle down. He walked over to the mirror and inspected his new appearance. It was flawless.

“Great!” Kyle said, now thinking he could easily shower at the gym. “How hard is it going to be to take off?”

“Very simple, mistress.” MARCI said in a chipper voice. “Once the skin underneath sloughs off, you should be able to step out of it in approximately three weeks.”

Kyle’s jaw fell open. “THREE WEEKS? What have you done, MARCI!!”

“Not to worry, mistress!” MARCI continued on in her chipper voice. “The device adhered to you is fully functional. You may use the bathroom without concern and even have sexual relations.”

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 you...” 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 **** 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 newly pierced ears has small green jeweled studs in them now.

Again he was lifted into the air. He had had enough and began kicking as MARCI tried to pull a hot pink thong up his legs.

“Mistress!” MARCI said in a slightly annoyed tone. “I have to finish getting you ready for your activity!”

More arms appeared, holding Kyle helpless as the thong was hiked into place, followed rapidly by tight yoga pants. Short socks and workout shoes 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. Enjoy your day!”

Kyle dropped the bag and pulled down the yoga pants and the thong to his knees, trying to free his trapped member inside. The adhesive held tight. He could insert his fingers (which gave him such a weird feeling to think about) but couldn’t find the edges of the thong or even move his junk at all. It was stuck. He was essentially trapped looking like a girl for three weeks, and probably unable to get anything close to hard in the meantime.

“If you’d like, mistress, I could help bring you to orgasm, but I fear your time is short to do so,” MARCI said, in that annoying chipper voice.

“Oh, God, no!” Kyle said, alarmed at even that suggestion.

“Then I suggest,” MARCI said as arms again hoisted the thong and yoga pants back into place, dropping the gym bag once again onto his shoulder, “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 help for disguising me for the gym this morning. I am now stuck wearing a thong that essentially makes me look like a girl.”

“Oh?” Sam asked, slightly surprised.

“It’s glued on, asshole. It can’t come off for three weeks! And I’m stuck, literally, in it! You have to fix this!!!”

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