Chapter 3: Rising Action
Matt was just hanging around with his friend Kate in her bedroom as she gets ready for prom, Kate leaves Matt in her room as she went off to have a shower and do her makeup.
Matt became bored after a few minutes and began to look around Kate's room.
It was a typical teenage girl's bedroom, filled with posters of boy bands, stuffed animals, and a vanity table littered with makeup and hair products. He noticed a peculiar closet in the corner, its door slightly ajar. Curiosity piqued, he walked over and pushed the door open.
The closet was unlike any he had seen before. It was filled with racks of dresses, shoes, and accessories, all arranged meticulously.
Matt then noticed a monitor on the far side wall, displaying a prompt: "Welcome, Kate.
Matt intrigued tapped the screen but began to panic as the screen started to glitch and flicker, in a panicked attempt to fix the glitches Matt frantically tapped the screen before the screen stops glitching as the words "outfit selected, preparing closet for auto dressing.".
Suddenly Matt was startled by the sound of the closet door shutting closed as the room hummed as metal arms began to position Matt into the centre of the room.
He tried to move but was held in place by the mechanical arms. He looked around, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the monitor on the wall and the soft glow of the closet's interior.
"Kate?" Matt called out, his voice echoing in the small room. "What's happening?"
No response came. He tried to wiggle free from the mechanical arms, but they held him firmly in place. He could feel something cold and smooth wrapping around his wrists and ankles, securing him before lifting him off the floor slightly.
The metal arms began to move, and he could feel them working on his clothes, removing them piece by piece. He tried to protest, to shout, but no sound came out. It was as if his voice had been stolen.
The room was filled with the soft whirring of the mechanical arms, and the occasional beep from the monitor. He could feel the cool air on his skin as his clothes were removed.
Matt still trying to resist the metal arms as they finished removing his clothing leaving him exposed and naked. " hair removal process beginning, please hold still Kate", Matt watched as a arm began to spray his body with a strange pink liquid sending a shiver across his skin as the liquid subtlety started to tingle against his skin.
He tried to squirm away but the mechanical arms held him firmly in place.
"Hey, what the hell is this stuff?" Matt shouted, his voice finally returning to him. "Kate! If this is some kind of joke, it's not funny anymore!"
The arm finished spraying him and moved away, leaving him feeling oddly clean and smooth. He looked down at his body, noticing that his hair was indeed disappearing as it fell to the floor leaving his skin smooth.
" Kate please feel free to watch your saved videos on the screen as I adjust some errors with your body." , suddenly a screen lowered down in front of Matt as a video started to play, pictures of dresses, skirts and heels flick on the screen as Matt struggled to resist watching, " girlie things are cute, girlie clothing feels soft, you want to feel cute and soft." The screen repeated over and over again.
Matt tried to look away, but the mechanical arms held his head in place, forcing him to watch. He could feel a strange sensation in his body, a warmth spreading through him, making him feel... different.
"Fuck, what's ah going on, Kate please I. I I I don't like this." Matt said as he felt his mind becoming clouded. " You like the feeling of skirts and heels, you want to wear skirts and panties to feel cute.". The voice echoed in his mind, and he could feel his body responding, his mind clouding over. He tried to fight it, but it was like trying to stop a freight train with his bare hands.
The mechanical arms began to dress him as they gently pulled a pair of black lace panties up his legs.
Matt could feel the soft fabric against his skin, the sensation unfamiliar and strange. He tried to protest, to tell them to stop, but his voice was nothing more than a whimper. He could feel his mind clouding over, the hypnosis taking effect.
"Shh, just relax, Kate," the voice from the monitor cooed. "You're going to look so pretty in your prom dress."
Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as the mechanical arms slipped a strapless bra over his head, the cups fitting snugly around his chest.
He could feel his nipples hardening, the sensation both foreign and arousing. He tried to shake his head, to clear the fog from his mind, but the mechanical arms held him firmly in place.
"Please, stop this," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't want this."
The mechanical arms ignored his plea, continuing their work with cold efficiency. They slipped a black lace choker around his neck, the fabric digging into his skin as they tightened it. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, his body beginning to respond to the touch of the fabric against his skin.
The mechanical arms then slipped a black lace dress over his head, the fabric sliding down his body like liquid silk.
It was form-fitting, hugging his curves in all the right places. He could feel the fabric against his skin, soft and smooth, and he could feel his body responding to the sensation.
"Fuck, this feels... good," Matt whispered, his voice laced with confusion and desire. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He tried to fight the feeling, to push it away, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave.
The mechanical arms then slipped a pair of black heels onto his feet, the straps wrapping around his ankles and calves. He could feel the heels making him stand taller, his body feeling more feminine.
The mechanical arms then moved to his hair, brushing it out and styling it in loose waves. As it begins to lengthen and change colour slowly from dark brown to light blonde.
Matt could feel his scalp tingling as the hair grew longer and longer, cascading down his back in soft, wavy strands. He tried to lift his hands to touch it, but the mechanical arms still held him firmly in place.
"Please, let me go," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. But the arms ignored him, continuing their work with cold efficiency as he is continuing to struggle as the screen become louder and brighter.
"You are a beautiful girl, you are a beautiful girl, you are a beautiful girl," the screen chanted, the words echoing in his mind, making it harder for him to resist the hypnosis.
The mechanical arms then moved to his face, applying makeup with expert precision. He could feel the brushes against his skin, the mascara making his lashes thick and dark, the lipstick painting his lips a deep red. He could feel his body responding to the touch, his nipples hardening, his breath coming in short gasps. But the mechanical arms ignored him, continuing their work with cold efficiency as they subtlety injected another strange pink liquid into his dazed unaware side.
He could feel the liquid spreading through his body, making him feel even more aroused and sensitive as his body began to ache as his body slowly began transforming as the screen continues its hypnotic program.
He could feel his body responding, his mind clouding over, and he could feel his cock hardening, pressing against the lace of his panties.
"Fuck, this is... wrong," he panted, his voice laced with desire and confusion. "I'm not... I'm not supposed to... feel like this, I don't want to be a beautiful girl, or wear cute sexy dresses and skirts. But I do feel kinda hot in these clothes.
The screen echoing "you want to feel sexy, you want to feel desired, you want to feel a man's rough touch. No . I. Do. Matt attention to resist before gasping in pleasure as a shiver run up his spine, I want to wear cute dresses. I want to feel pretty. Matt said as he finally submitted to the screen.
"I want to feel pretty, I want to be desired, I want to wear cute dresses and skirts." He could feel the words leaving his mouth, his body betraying him, but he couldn't stop them. The screen flashed, and the mechanical arms released him, letting him fall to the floor in a heap.
He looked up at the screen, his eyes glazed over, his body aching with desire. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Gasping in shock as he felt his body starting to transform.
His hands began to shrink, his fingers becoming more delicate, his nails growing longer and more pointed. His hips widened, his waist narrowed, and he could feel his breasts swelling, filling out the lace of his bra. He looked down at his body, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his cock begin to shrink, his balls receding into his body.
"Fuck, what's happening to me?" he cried out, his voice now higher, more feminine. He could feel his body changing, his mind clouding over, and he could feel his desire growing, his body aching for release.
He looked up at the screen, his eyes filled with lust and confusion. he asked, his voice now higher, more feminine.
The screen flashed, and a new video began to play. It was a scene from a porno, a man and a woman, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the room. He could feel his body responding, his pussy growing wet, his nipples hardening. He could feel the desire coursing through his veins, his body aching for release.
"Fuck, I can't believe this is happening," he panted, his hands reaching up to touch his new breasts, his fingers tracing the lace of his bra.