sleep

You didn't realize you had spent several hours selecting just clothes alone in the database. You would go through the rest of them later. You groan and stretch before falling into bed. Your bed was redesigned by your new room to be the most comfortable bed possible for your body, which is great for the potential hunch you're growing sitting at your computer all day. It's not the most aesthetically pleasing bed in the world but that can be worked out later, for now, sleep. You drifted off to sleep dreaming of the women and money your invention would bring you.

Meanwhile while you slept the program continued running it's subroutines, many of which conflicted with your new orders. This Frankenstein of a machine you built corrected the conflicts any time one arose. Such as earlier when it dispensed medicine to you. The original programming labeled you as a female from it's original creator, when you changed it to male it made a logical deduction on it's own. Deep in it's medical files were the formula for very powerful hormones meant to aid transwomen in their transition to female. The conflict in it's "brain" determined the best course of action was to create the hormones along with your vitamins. Another conflict that now arose was your choice of wardrobe. It was designed to dress you for all occasions, including sleep.

The hands silently emerged from the ceiling above your bed and descended upon your sleeping form and lift you off of the bed.While you were sleeping you were stripped naked and swapped your clothes with more appropriate sleepwear as designated by the program all without waking you.