Chapter 1: Like mother like son
Michael slowly opened his mother’s bedroom door, the hinge giving a soft, familiar groan. The room smelled of stale lavender and dust, lit only by the late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds. He shuffled inside, his socked feet silent on the carpet, and made a beeline for the ornate walnut wardrobe she called her auto-closet.
“Batteries gotta be in here somewhere,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his brown hair. He slid the mirrored door aside, peering into the velvet-lined darkness. Instead of shelves, his fingers found a smooth, cold panel. A soft, mechanical hum vibrated through the wood, and before he could pull back, the door slid shut behind him with a definitive click.
Michael could feel and hear the auto-closet begin to hum, he was startled as a gentle and peaceful tone played as the Auto-closet finished starting up.
He was now trapped in the Auto-closet, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to push the door open but it was locked, he was trapped. He looked around the Auto-closet, it was now fully illuminated, the hum of the machine was louder and the scent of lavender was stronger. He noticed a small screen on the wall, it was displaying a message, " Good morning Victoria, initiating Monday morning routine".
Michael was confused, he wasn't Victoria, and it was afternoon, not morning. He tried to talk to the Auto-closet AI.
"Hey, what the fuck is going on?" Michael shouted, pounding on the door. "Let me out of here!"
The machine ignored his protests as small compartments around the room opened as metal arms appeared from them.
Michael noticed a new message on the monitor, " old clothing removal in progress. Please remain still". Before he could protest, the metal arms restrained his wrists and ankles as other arms began to remove his clothing .
Michael struggled, but the arms were too strong. He was left naked, his cock hanging flaccid between his legs. He felt a surge of anger and humiliation.
"Fuck you!" he shouted at the machine. "I'm not your fucking Victoria!"
The machine ignored him, and a new message appeared on the screen, " Abnormalities detected, hormone imbalance detected. Before Michael could finish reading the message a voice interrupted his trail of thought, " don't worry Victoria, we will make you feel pretty again. "
A arm started to spray his skin with a warm, tingling liquid, it smelled sweet and floral. Michael tried to squirm away but the restraints held him firmly in place. The liquid began to bubble and foam, he could feel it tightening and pulling at his skin, it was uncomfortable but not painful. He watched in horror as the foam started to turn pink, it was his body hair, it was being removed.
"Fuck, what the fuck is this shit?" Michael screamed, his voice echoing in the small room. The machine ignored him, the arm continued to spray him, his body hair was now completely gone, his skin was smooth and hairless.
A new message appeared on the screen: " *Hair removal complete. Skin conditioning in progress. Please remain calm.* "
Michael’s cock twitched in response to the warm, tingling sensation, his body betraying him even as his mind raged. The machine’s voice was smooth, almost soothing, like a purring cat. *"You’ll feel so much better once we’re done, Victoria. Just relax."*
A new arm emerged from the side, this one holding a small, clear bottle. It sprayed a shimmering liquid over his chest, arms, and stomach. The scent was intoxicating—vanilla, honey, and something sweetly artificial.
Michael's skin prickled as the liquid sank in, his muscles relaxing against his will. He felt a strange, warm sensation spreading through him, like a slow, languid wave. His cock twitched again, this time growing hard, the tip brushing against his stomach.
"Fuck, no," he groaned, trying to fight the sensation. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"
The machine ignored him, the voice continuing its soothing purr. *"Almost done, Victoria. You're being such a good girl."*
A screen then lowered in front of him, the screen flickering with images of skirts,dresses and other girlishly feminine things.
" you look pretty already Victoria, you always like feeling pretty."
The machine's voice was now a sultry purr, the screen in front of him flickering with images of lingerie, stockings, and high heels. Michael's cock throbbed, his body responding to the images despite his mind's protests.
"Fuck you," he growled, but his voice lacked conviction. The machine seemed to sense his weakening resolve, the voice dropping to a husky whisper.
"Come on, Victoria. You know you want to feel that silky fabric against your skin. You want to look in the mirror and see a pretty girl looking back at you."
Michael's breath hitched as a new arm emerged from the wall, this one holding a pair of lacy panties. Michael tried to squirm away, but the restraints held him firmly in place. The panties were so small, so *feminine*, that he could see the delicate lace through the clear screen. His cock throbbed painfully, he was so hard now, the head glistening with pre-cum.
The machine's voice was now a sultry whisper, "Victoria, you look so pretty. You always have such a beautiful body. Let me help you feel even more beautiful." He watched, helpless, as the arm holding the panties moved closer, the delicate lace brushing against his thigh. He could feel the cool fabric, the softness of it, and a shiver ran through him.
"Fuck, no," he groaned, but his voice was weak, his resolve crumbling. The machine seemed to sense his surrender, the voice dropping to a husky whisper.
The arm holding the panties moved up, the lace brushing against his cock. He gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.
The machine’s voice was a dark, seductive whisper now, the screen flashing with more images—stockings, garters, a tiny black bra with lace trim. *"You deserve to feel pretty and wear sexy things, you love all the boys attention. "
Michael's head started to feel dizzy and foggy. "Dosnt the soft lace feel good, and they look so good on you too." The machine's voice was now a hypnotic purr, the words wrapping around him like silk. The arm holding the panties slid them up his thighs, the delicate fabric brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Michael's cock was rock hard, the head throbbing with need. He could feel the cool lace against his balls, the softness of it making his breath catch in his throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "I don't want this."
" now Victoria lets sort your perfect figure. You are a few sizes too big, you want to be nice and thin, you hormones are all wrong, no worrys.
We will fix that for you Victoria. The machine's voice was now a dark, seductive whisper, the words wrapping around him like silk.
Michael's cock was rock hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. His body was betraying him, his cock throbbing painfully. He was fighting the transformation, but it was futile.
Michael suddenly felt a arm pulling something soft up his arm, a delicate strap sliding over his shoulder. He tried to pull away, but the restraints held him fast. The machine’s voice was now a dark, seductive whisper, the words wrapping around him like silk.
*"Victoria, you look so pretty. Let me help you feel even more beautiful."*
The machine’s voice was now a dark, seductive whisper, the words wrapping around him like silk. The arm holding the tiny black bra with lace trim moved closer, the delicate fabric brushing against his chest. He could feel the cool lace against his skin, the softness of it making his breath catch in his throat.
*"You deserve to feel pretty and wear sexy things, Victoria.
You love all the boys' attention. Let's give them something to look at, hmm?"* The machine's voice was a sultry purr, the screen now displaying a montage of attractive men.
*"You see how they look at you, Victoria. You want them to look at you like that, don't you? You want them to want you."*
Michael's breath hitched as the arm holding the bra moved behind his back, the other arm lifting his left breast, positioning it to slide into the cup. He felt the soft lace against his nipple, the cool fabric sending a jolt of electricity straight to his cock.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
*"That's it, Victoria. Let me make you feel good. As soon as the bra was clipped he felt the arms holding him start to reposition him. He felt being lifted by the arms as he looked down to see a different pair of arms move under him as they began to lift something dark over his feet .
He gasped as the soft silky stockings start crawling up his legs. The sensation was indescribable, like a thousand tiny fingers caressing his skin. He could feel the machine's breath on his ear, the voice a low, sultry growl. *"You like that, don't you, Victoria? You like the way that feels."*
Michael's cock throbbed, a bead of pre-cum dripping down the head. He couldn't deny it, he did like it. He liked it too fucking much.
*"Let's make you feel even better, hmm?"* The machine's voice was a dark promise, the arms moved him and made him bend forward onto a dresser.
His ass was now in the air, his legs spread wide. He could feel the cool air against his exposed hole, his cock throbbing painfully against the dresser
"Hormonal adjustments starting. You'll feel a little discomfort, but it'll be worth it, Victoria."
The machine's voice was a dark, seductive whisper, the words wrapping around him like silk. He could feel the arms holding him tight, his body bent over the dresser, his ass exposed and vulnerable. The voice continued, "You'll be a real woman soon. You'll see."
Michael felt a warm, tingling sensation as something cool and wet touched his asshole.
"Wait what are you doing." Michael gasped, his voice laced with panic. The machine ignored him, the voice continuing its sultry purr. *"Don't worry, Victoria. This will feel good, I promise."*
Michael felt a sharp, sudden pressure against his asshole, and then a slow, steady burn as something thick and cold began to push inside him. He gasped, his body tensing as he tried to pull away, but the restraints held him firmly in place.
"Fuck, no!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the small room. "Get that fucking thing out of me!"
The machine ignored his protests, the voice dropping to a husky whisper. *"Shh, just relax, Victoria.
This is going to make you feel so good,"* the machine's voice purred, the thick, cold object pushing deeper into Michael's ass. He could feel every ridge, every vein, as it stretched him open. It was uncomfortable, bordering on painful, but there was something else too—something dark and forbidden that made his cock throb.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his voice ragged as he tried to process the sensation. His asshole was clenching around the invading object, his body fighting the intrusion even as his cock leaked pre-cum onto the dresser. You're taking it so well.
You want to feel sexy, you want to be sexy, you deserve to be wanted. The machine's voice was a sultry whisper, the words echoing in Michael's mind as the thick object in his ass began to pulse, sending waves of pleasure through him. He gasped, his hips bucking as the sensation intensified.
You love you perfect figure, you want wide hips, you want a plump rear.
You want to be a real woman, Victoria. You want to be sexy, you want to be wanted. You want to be fucked, you want to be used. You want to be a slut for these boys. You want to be a dumb blonde bimbo secretary. You want to be a piece of ass. You want to be fucked hard and deep. You want to be a slut. You want to be a slut for these boys. You want to be a slut for these boys. You want to be a slut for these boys.
The machine's voice was hypnotic, the words wrapping around him like silk, the thick object in his ass pulsing with every syllable.
Michael's body was betraying him, his cock throbbing, his asshole clenching around the invading object. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his voice ragged. "I can't, I can't, I can't."
"Come on, Victoria," the machine's voice purred, the object in his ass pulsing faster. "You can take it. You want to come, don't you?"
Michael's breath hitched, his body tensing as he tried to hold back.