Jon teetered down the hall in her high-heeled sandals. She felt glad the machine had given her some new sexy clothes to go with her sexy body. The miniskirt really showed off her long, smooth legs, and her tube-top displayed her assets to their fullest effect. Brushing back her blonde mane, she giggled at nothing in particular, just enjoying the sweet sound of her own musical voice.
Beside her, the guard looked her over with appreciation. She found it difficult to believe that this gorgeous specimen was once a man. It stood as a testament to the machine's power and how it had become the basis of a new world order of beauty.
Unfortunately, the process had not been designed for men. At least, that was what Bimbo Services Inc. had told everyone. They had never given any details, but they had implied something terrible might happen. From the looks of things, however, nothing apparently wrong seemed to have occurred. One could only hope they had gotten lucky this time.
Soon, the pair had reached an open holding cell, resembling a giant cage. Inside, a simple cot had been provided, as well as a small toilet and sink. Cells like these were usually reserved for newly arrived girls who, for one reason or other, wanted to resist going through the process. Once appropriate reinforcements had been summoned, the girls would then be moved, by force if necessary, to the machine.
Spotting the cot, Jon turned and cooed, "Oh, did you want to come in with me, cutie?"
"Maybe later, miss," the guard responded patiently. Recent transformees tended to be frisky for a few hours as their minds adjusted to the machine's mental rewiring. "Please, wait in here for now."
Jon pouted. "Aw, but I wanna have fun! Isn't that what girls are supposed to do?" Without warning, she gave the guard a tight hug, quite deliberately mashing their breasts together and nuzzling her neck.
The guard blushed but managed to extricate herself from the embrace. Straightening her cap over her light brown hair pulled back in a bun, she gave the girl a soothing smile. "How about this, you wait for me in there, and I'll come back as soon as I can. Then, we can have all the fun you want. Sound good?"
"Okay," Jon sighed reluctantly.
With a gentle shove to the back, the guard herded Jon into the cell and closed the door behind her. The new girl immediately sought out her reflection in the small mirror hanging over the sink and began to preen with air-headed abandon. Seeing this, the guard indulged in an amused giggle of her own before heading back to the machine room to stand by the door.
Jon watched her leave, her vapid smile taking on a slight mischievous quality. Reaching into her enormous cleavage, she brought out the keycard she had swiped from the guard's pocket. While she may have been conditioned by the machine to accept her present female identity, she still had her previous self's dislike of being locked up, and she had no intention of staying in her cell for long.
With her slender arms, she slipped her hand between the bars of the door and swiped the card through the reader. The lock clicked open, and the newest teenage goddess made her escape.
Minutes later, Jody discovered the cell empty when she came to interrogate the prisoner. Even later than that, Jon finally noticed she was missing the rock!
