all kinds of worse

Sam decided to take a little pity on his brother, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to milk the prank just a little longer.

He logged in with his new password and started adjusting the user parameters.

User: Kylie

Gender: MTF

Age: 17

Favorite color: Purple

Desired hair color: Red

Desired hair length: Long

Favorite style of top: tube top

Favorite style of bottom: booty shorts

Favorite shoes: Casual

Favorite underwear: Thong, Padded bra

Favorite fashion style: trendy teen

Body style: Toned.

Appearance note: Cheerleader

“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. Yeah, it was a joke, but he wanted to make his brother squirm a little before letting him get out of his predicament.

“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 comfortable,” 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 hair 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 purple thong was unceremoniously slid up his legs and pulled sharply into place as the towel around his body was removed, revealing “Kylie’s” flat chest. Marci took less than a moment to come up with a solution before his chest was rapidly engulfed by a purple padded pushup bra that matched his thong.

A pair of socks were pulled onto his feet, followed by a pair of tight yoga shorts, which were slid up Kyle’s legs. It had the effect of flattening his crotch while accentuating his ass. The turban was removed to reveal his short, damp, red hair. A black camisole tee was pulled over his head, showing off Kyle’s new curvy chest.

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 hair was a short copper red. Not having any way to add length to hair on its own mechanically it instead styled his already short hair much more femininely, adding highlight and a bit of wave to accentuate the new femininity which "Kylie" desired. His makeup was minimal, but flawless. His brows sat in perfect feminine arches above his eyes. His lips were glossy with just a hint of color. His ears were pierced, with a small purple jeweled stud in each earlobe. He had a soft pink manicure on short nails with his toes matching.

“We’re almost done, Kylie,” MARCI said as he was returned to the dressing area. High top sneakers were slid onto his feet and tied off. His hair was sprayed with hairspray. 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 17 year old girl with small breasts.

“I’m going to kill you,” Kyle started. And took a step towards Sam, who fell out in the floor 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.