Yes

It was a suit that completely and utterly robs its wearer of its original identity and replaces it with that of a faceless sex toy designed for the pleasure of others. A suit designed to reduce anyone to a more number on the cargo hold screen. An object for others to use as they please. A suit razor focused on a particular objectifying fetish.

And yet she felt drawn to it.

A voice at the back of Samus' head told her this was a horrible idea and that she was better off choosing all other better (by comparison) choices.

Another somewhat louder voice told her that it was beautiful. It was a release from one's self. To delegate all choices to another. To be free from freedom, and in return receive the pleasure of both the mental and physical.

She walked towards the drone suit, the other suits disappearing from the corner of her eye in acknowledgement of her choice. She was a breath away about it now. She could see her reflection off its smooth black surface, it was probably the last time she'll ever see her face.

The room shifted, it was now a stark black room. The floor was made of reflective black material and the ceiling glowed an ominous white.

On her right was a gynoid, smooth metal skin accented by blue glowing lines that go around its body. Where its face would be was but a screen with a single white line running through it. Next to it was a chair and a table with several items of unknown origin.

On her left was a chute, deep, seemingly endless. She knew what it was for.

Slowly and hesitantly she took off her original Zero Suit and her underwear and with some **** she threw them down the chute.

She turned to the gynoid, who simply motioned over to the chair. She sat on it, the coolness of it sent a shiver up her spine. The gynoid removed her headband, letting her hair fall freely before it grabbed a shaver and began to cut away her hair.

She watched as blond strands fell to the floor and already she could feel the regret of her own choice the gynoid shaved her head bald. It then went to work on her pubic hair, her armpits, and anywhere else that could have hair.

Half an hour passed and Samus was now completely hairless. The gynoid put away the shave and brought out a bottle of some strange clear liquid and began to rub it all over her body.

The liquid felt pleasant, her brief regret melted away as she relaxed in the chair. "This ointment is to both temporarily sedate bio-materials in their first stage of conversion as well as prevent any future hair growth," the gynoid said for the first time since she met it. The lines of its face wiped into jagged lines as it spoke. "Please stand up so that I may apply the liquid to the rest of your body. "

She nodded obediently and stood up. The gynoid quickly and mechanically applied the ointment.

After that was done she grabbed a syringe and gently cupped Samus' chin. "Please open your mouth."

She followed its instructions, opening her mouth before it quickly injected something into her gums. "To keep your mouth from going dry." It said, motioning towards the ring mouth gag.

Finally, it grabbed the suit slowly but methodically began to dress Samus.

First, she grabbed the main part of the suit and opened a slit on the back. A quick look was enough to tell Samus that it somehow seals and unseals itself with seemingly no mechanisms whatsoever.

She guided the slightly sedated but mostly willing bounty hunter through the process. First sliding the legs into the suit before it carefully inserted what were three insertions around the groin around. One for the anus, with the other two-pronged with a smaller insertion for the urethra.

They were quite large and she felt considerably filled as the gynoid inserted them into her openings. She realized that these things were going to be stuck inside her for the rest of her life and oddly enough she felt accepting of it. She realized that as the process went on she felt more and more welcoming of it. Was it the ointment the gynoid applied to her or was this some deep-seated desire she had hidden all her life?

She felt herself getting wet as the process of putting in the new insertions continued. When she was done, Samus felt almost sad, if she wanted more, for it to keep going deeper into her.

The gynoid worked through the rest of the suit quickly, sliding in the arms and pulling the back of the suit up. The slit closed on its own, leaving no evidence that it even existed in the first place.

The gynoid motioned her to the chair where she sat again. She began to slide her legs into the thigh-high heeled boots, strapping every one of its belts.

Then, it held up the hood. "Open your mouth, wide this time please."

For one final time, she opened her mouth and the gynoid inserted the ring gag. She felt her lips almost magically adapting to the circular shape of the gag as the gynoid wrapped the rest of her head in the hood.

Instead of pure blindness, she was met with a digital interface which displayed various information including the state of her body, current directives, analysis of the room around her and perhaps more.

The hood sealed itself completely and merged with the suit, she was now completely and forever encased inside her new Zero Suit.

A mirror appeared in front of her as the gynoid motioned her to stand up.

The person in the mirror was unrecognizable. Nothing was left of the proud bounty hunter, in her place was a faceless doll. Her hands began to explore her new existence, the insertions around her groin, the ring mouth gag, the way the new Zero Suit hugged her body.

It was alien, it was irreversible, and yet it just felt right.

"Welcome to Alteration Inc, ZS-001. You're both its newest property and the latest model in its line," the gynoid said as it placed the choker around her neck.

A hidden door in the wall slid open. "Phase one of your conversion is complete, please go through the door for phase 2, corporate training."