Processing

(AUTHOR’S NOTE: Credit for this chapter should be given to Sassypants, I just modified it to reflect Jacki’s experience in order to keep the story line true!)

Jack’s consciousness slowly returned. He had the nagging feeling of pressure, of hearing odd sounds as he tried to shake off the cobwebs. Thing is, he knew he should be upset, that he should struggle, but he couldn’t work up the energy to do it. He did realize that things were not good, but passively accepted it.

He was naked and strapped to some sort of rolling wire mesh gurney in a fairly narrow metallic tube of sorts. It was lit by softly glowing lights, but it wasn’t bright by any means. Soft music played, and Jack realized it was a cover of a recent pop song, only done without vocals and in a very soothing manner

His arms and legs were spread slightly out and firmly affixed by straps and metal bands to the gurney. He couldn’t even lift his head. He was able to glance to the sides a bit by moving his eyes, but he could not see much of anything other than the ceiling of the metal tube.

With a lurch, the gurney started slowly rolling forward. Jack tested his bonds, but was firmly held in place.

A soft woman’s voice spoke, “Welcome to Dr. Thornbrush’s School for Wayward Girls, Jacki Parks. You have been administered a sedative to keep you calm as you are prepared to attend this school. You have nothing to fear, so just relax, be a good girl, and this will all be over shortly.”

The gurney passed him through a red laser line that crossed his body. A scanner of some sort he guessed. As to what it was scanning, he had no idea. In his **** state, he laughed at the idea that the scanner would identify his cock and release him. He could only sigh as the gurney continued on after his body scan..

The narrow tube opened slightly as Jack’s gurney rolled into an area that had several industrial robots standing by. For what, he wasn’t too sure.

He heard the sound of plastic crinkling as he felt something put over the top of his head. A shower cap, maybe? He chuckled at the idea of having one of those things on his head.

A robotic arm, like those used on automotive assembly lines, descended and, with several jerky movements, applied something greasy to his eyebrows. The arm retracted and the gurney moved ahead a short distance. Two more of these industrial robots came into his field of vision. One of the robots plopped some sort of tanning goggles over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. The other arm applied what he assumed was surgical tape over his mouth, sealing it shut.

The woman’s soothing voice spoke again. “There are standards for all the young women that are accepted into the school, Jacki Parks,” the voice told him. “We hold all girls here to certain standards of beauty, decorum, and propriety. Your body scans tell us here at the school that you need some minor modifications to match the beauty standards here. Further, your body scan showed that you have too much testosterone restive to estrogen, which could explain your aggressive tendencies and your lack of development. But not to worry, all of this shall be rectified and you will soon be another school girl here.”

Jack laughed at the word “rectified.” It was a silly sounding word.

A hissing sound started and the gurney rolled slightly forward, and Jack’s body was sprayed, he assumed, by another robotic arm. He could feel the underside of the gurney being sprayed as well, coating his entire body. The foam was cold and smelled awful. The gurney stopped and sat still for several long minutes. The sedative made Jack sleepy and he must have dozed off for a bit.

It wasn’t long before the foul smelling material covering his body began to itch, waking him up. Jack tried to squirm to itch himself, but he was held fast. There wasn’t much he could do but grind his teeth and hope the itching stopped. He tensed, as much as his sedated mind allowed him, when a lukewarm spray started roughly rinsing his body. The gurney lurched upwards, and he guessed that it was being lifted, the soft whirring of electrical motors told him probably by more industrial robots. He felt a robotic arm wipe off the top of his body with a rough cloth, but wasn’t sure why. It seemed to take hours as he waited, falling asleep again. He giggled when the the entire gurney flipped, and he felt a rotating brush scrub the backside of his body through the wire mesh of the gurney. Once that finished, it was followed by another spray of warm water as the gurney was turned upright and set back down on the tracks with a CLANK. The tape and the eye coverings stayed in place as he restarted his journey.

The gurney felt like it barely moved forward much at all to Jack when he suddenly felt something… a gas tube, maybe… clipped to the septum of his nose. He then felt something clamped over the tip of his finger. He had just realized that was a fingertip blood oxygen meter when he felt cold, dry gas coming out of the cannula clipped to his nose. He recognized the smell from the insertion chamber as the sedative gas. It didn’t take long before unconsciousness overtook him.

Once the machinery detected that this new girl, “Jacki Parks” was ****, the surgical subroutine took over. The tape was removed from her mouth, and a breathing tube was gently inserted into her throat This allowed as both access to her throat and a better delivery system for the sedative.

The shower cap was removed and her arms were freed from the gurney and positioned above her head. The depilatory used in the previous stage made shaving any body hair unnecessary. A small incision was made in each armpit, and the surgical robots quickly inserted and filled saline breast implants, bringing her cup size to the minimum D cup required for students. A sturdy bra was clasped around her new, fuller bust to support the implants as they healed.

A large needle descended as her upper arm was swabbed with a disinfectant. In quick succession, four long term birth control capsules were inserted subcutaneously to ensure that her periods were regular. This was quickly followed by a ID chip that the school could use to identify her as well as track her location. Another arm descended with two syringes, injecting first a dose of testosterone blockers, then an injection of an estrogen to help the girl realize her full feminine potential. Finally, the girl was given a large injection of antibiotics, just in case she was harboring any infections or STDs. If there were other medical issues that the antibiotics couldn’t take care of, those would be treated at a later date.

A probe was inserted into the breathing tube. It quickly scanned the size and arrangement of Jacki’s vocal folds. The algorithm determined that her voice would not be the pleasant alto tone required of students. A small clip was surgically implanted to the vocal cords to change the length and resonance of them, giving her the required vocal tones for students. The breathing tube was removed, and the nasal cannula was reclipped onto her nose.

Still sedated, the machinery moved her to the beautification station. The gurney was raised into a sitting position and a large white helmet was dropped over her head. A face plate was then clamped in place, sealing her head in place.

The cosmetic subroutine took over, painting her face with the required cosmetics. False lashes were glued on. Lip injections filled out her pout. Her ears were pierced several times and earrings were placed on her earlobes.

Brushes attacked her hair. Sensors noted that her hair, although the correct length, was styled incorrectly. The school database was accessed, and the subroutine determined that the student population needed another blonde. So, per student requirements, her hair was dyed a sexy platinum blonde before it was styled.

The hair removal station had protected her eyebrows, providing fairly decent arches, but the machinery now plucked any stay hairs that had been missed.

While all this was happening, her nails were lengthened, shaped, and polished, giving her a French manicure. Her toes were quickly given a matching pedicure.

The gurney rolled into the final station where her legs were lifted and the required steel chastity belt slid into place. Sensors noted an abnormal growth in her genital area, possibly her clitoris, that would require an inspection at a later date. The machinery gently arranged the soft tissue so that it could all be covered by the steel chastity belt as it was locked firmly in place.

A corset liner, then corset, was put around her waist, bringing her waist/hip ratio eventually into the required measurements for students. Stockings were slid up her legs as the industrial robots swiftly hooked the corset’s garters to the hose. White cotton panties were then slid up her legs.

A white blouse was placed over her arms and buttoned neatly into place, providing just a hint of her newly acquired cleavage. The cuffs on the blouse’s long sleeves were buttoned at the wrist. A blue and green pleated Tartan skirt was then fastened around her waist, and her blouse was smartly tucked into it. A gold-tone bracelet was placed on her left wrist and a matching gold tone necklace with a cross was clipped around her neck.

Some plain brown Mary Janes with a three inch heel stacked heel were slid onto her feet as the final touch. The cannula was removed, then several pictures of the sleeping girl were taken for the school to identify her as well as both for future use and her inclusion in the catalog of students. She was placed gently onto a small cot in the recovery room, while the sensors waited for the new student to awaken.