Tom finds two growing bumps on his chest

You are frustrated and exhausted in a way you have never experienced before in your life. It isn't just the physicality of having been trained to walk in the heels, though that was a major part of it, it is more than that. The pleasure and pain that was repeatedly thrown at you have drained you, almost spiritually in a way. You feel like a damp rag that had been wrung out, squeezed, and used up. A deep, primal need to orgasm is sitting in your belly yet you have been continually denied release.

You sashay over to the couch and sit down, being sure to keep your skirt under you and lean back against the cushions. Another small wave of joy rolls through you as a reward for taking care to be as feminine as you are able, causing a tiny moan to slip past your painted lips. Thoughts of what had happened since you arrived at your sister's house play in your mind like a movie as your body sinks into the softness of your seat. Though it has only been a few hours, you swear that it feels like it's been over twelve years of torment by this infernal machine. You have been through so much and it isn't looking like it will be over soon. Your mind drifts until finally, sleep takes you.

You are slow to wake as a voice calls to you, urging you to open your eyes. You yawn and stretch your arms, momentarily at peace before the events of the day come flooding back to you. You think about getting up and dashing to the door in an attempt to finally escape from the madness. You toss the thought aside as you touch the device attached to your ear, remembering that there would be nowhere to run from CARA until your sister comes home.

*Sara, it is time to get ready before Jason arrived to pick you up for your date. Come upstairs so you can freshen up.*

“I. Don't. Want. To,” you groan which is met with a minor shock.

*Sara, if you want to engage in physical closeness with Jason on your first date, we must mitigate any discouraging factors. A quick rinse and a change of clothes are in order.*

“Again with this? How many times is the stupid machine going to wash me?” You think before you are shocked again.

You are walking before you even realize your feet are moving you toward the stairs. Your legs burn as you ascend, the high heel training session's effecting your muscles. You quickly mince into the bathroom, your heels clacking on the linoleum, and submit yourself to CARA.

“Okay, CARA. Go ahead,” you grumble.

The AI makes quick work of stripping you of your dress and heels before removing the underwear. As CARA pushes you into the empty tub, you catch a glimpse of your naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. With your cock locked away you are horrified to see how little you resemble a man, the hair, the makeup, and your hairless body combining with the artificial vagina creates a striking illusion. It's as CARA closes the glass door do your eyes land on your budding chest.

The flesh of your chest has two tiny but clear lumps sticking out from it, enough that you are able to grip them with your palms. As your hands graze your nipples, they spring to life at your touch. You...you have breasts.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim as you touch your puffy chest causing CARA to administer another shock.

*Please refrain from using unladylike language.*

You scowl once you recover from the pain, “CARA, did you do this to my chest?”

*Yes, Sara. I was able to fabricate a compound while you practiced walking in your heels. I dissolved the compound in the glass of water you drank.*

“The water,” you grimace as you remember the odd taste from earlier.

*I designed the compound to induce harmless swelling in your chest to simulate the appearance of natural breast tissue. Once your breasts have finished swelling, they will remain the desired size for several days. I'm sorry to say that this is only a temporary solution, however, the steps we have taken to correct your hormonal imbalances may help.*

You look up as if searching for a face to speak to directly, “Hormonal imbalances?”

*Do not worry, Sara. If the vitamins and medications do not help, I am still working on alternative solutions.*

“FUCK YOU!” you shout uselessly before being silenced by another nasty shock.

*Please refrain from using unladylike language.*

As the water from the showerhead hits you, you briefly wonder where CARA got her ideas of what ladylike even means. You damn well know that your sister wouldn't have put those ideas into her programming. Whatever the database she has been pulling her information from must be from an external source which she is most likely accessing from the internet, you reason.

CARA gets to work on cleaning your body with you not bothering to resist. She can be quite efficient if you are not struggling, you muse as she rinses you down. A scary thought enters your mind as CARA lightly washes your skin.

“Things are so much easier if I just do what she says,” you think for the briefest of moments.

You cringe at yourself for even toying with giving up now that a new set of risks have been introduced by the whole Jason situation. If CARA has her way, you may find yourself on your knees between Jason's legs tonight if you don't stay focused.

Once CARA finishes cleaning you yet again, she pats you dry. Quickly after, you are sent back into your sister's bedroom. You stand there and wait for CARA to do her thing and make you disgusted and mad again. You don't have to wait long, of course.

*I have several outfits for you to choose from, Sara. Which would you like to wear on your date tonight?*