Jon slid the slider to three months. He knew that was a very long time and that this was a bad idea, but he didn't care. It was his fantasy. He quickly confirmed his selection before he could have second thoughts.
"Enjoy your transformation" said the AI.
Jon was back in his room, but it was not the same Jon who had left. He was now a gorgeous girl wearing a slutty dress, posing sexily in her high heels.
He was immediately aware of all of the new sensations of his body that, somehow, he hadn't felt when he was inside the machine. It must have muted his senses so that he wouldn't be distracted when making changes.
Most obvious were his huge boobs, exposed to the world by his strapless minidress. He felt their weight on his chest and their sensitivity as they rose and fell with each breath he took.
He could feel the unfamiliar size of his ass behind him, and the feel of his tight dress hugging his curves. He felt the way the hem of the skirt brushed against his upper thighs, and the weight of his handbag at the crook of his elbow. He felt his long, slender legs in his sexy tights.
Jon savoured the way his feet were angled in his stiletto heels, the bottom of his feet pushing down on the sole of his shoes. He was turned on by the small discomfort he felt from wearing them, one of the many prices he had to pay to fulfil his fantasy.
The feeling of makeup all over his face was foreign to Jon. The subtle weight and feeling on his face was a constant reminder to Jon that he was wearing makeup. At the top of his vision, he could even perceive his heavy, dark eyelashes.
Jon also loved the feeling of his long hair washing across his neck and upper back. He enjoyed the way it tickled him as he moved his head back and forth. In doing so, he could also feel the weight of his large hoop earrings swinging in his ears.
As Jon brushed a lock of hair out of his face, he noted two things: how femininely his body moved to perform the action and the feel of his long fake nails on the end of his fingers. He realised that he had unconsciously held his fingernails away from his face so that he didn't scratch himself nor damage his nails, and as his hand daintily returned to his side his elbow remained bent and his wrist was delicately limp.
Looking around at his surroundings, Jon saw that his room had also been transformed. Gone was the messy chamber of a teenaged boy. In its place was a well-kept and feminine abode. A four-poster bed, perfectly made with silk sheets, stood in the middle of the room. Jon noticed that his wardrobe had been replaced by a huge walk-in closet. He decided to have a look inside.
As Jon began to walk towards it, he realised the way he was moving was more of a sexy saunter. His hips swung side to side uncontrollably as he propped his chest forward to show off his impressive cleavage. He purposefully stepped with his high-heeled shoes one in front of the other like a runway model. He could only imagine how good his ass looked swaying behind him as he arched his back forward.
Jon felt a little uncomfortable with how sexually he was moving, but try as he might he could not change the way that he was walking. He focused on stopping his hips from swaying, but they wouldn't. He tried not to exaggerate his chest and ass, but his body stubbornly continued to move like the sexy lady it now was. Despite feeling powerless, he was turned on by how well his transformation worked. He stopped fighting and enjoyed the feeling of his sexy body as he swayed into his walk-in closet.
He gasped girlishly and his hand femininely moved in front of his mouth as he saw the size of the closet and the sheer number of clothes that lined the walls. At a glance he could see skirts, dresses, short shorts and skimpy tops. And high heels, lots and lots of high heels. An ornate drawer and a plush bench stood in the middle of the room.
At the opposite end of the room, Jon saw a full-length mirror and a large vanity table.
He decided…
