Automatic wardrobe

Honestly

, I think I'm incredibly unlucky right now.

I think anyone in this situation would probably start cursing God.

The situation is simple: I was riding my bike home from school when a girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere, darting out at an angle. Just as I was about to collide with her, I swerved the handlebars to the side, managing to avoid hitting her, but I lost my balance and fell off the bike.

Of course, if that were all, I would have accepted it; falling off a bike isn't the first or second time.

But this time was different. Before I even hit the ground, a strange white light enveloped my body. I felt like my whole body was being torn apart, a sharp pain assaulted me, and everything went black; I passed out.

When I woke up again, the pain was gone, but when I looked around, the scene around me stunned me.

"Oh my god, where am I?"

It was clearly a bedroom, and I was pretty sure it was a girl's bedroom. Don't ask me how I knew; if you see pink walls, several cute plush toys on the bedside table, and dresses hanging in the closet and still don't know the bedroom's gender, you're an idiot.

"What happened?" I shakily stood up, still feeling dizzy. "Didn't I fall off the car? How did I get here?"

I shook my head, trying to clear my head.

Yes, it wasn't a hallucination. Everything around me was exactly as I had seen it, unchanged. It seemed I really had entered a girl's bedroom.

However, besides the bed and dressing table, there was a computer and some small, machine-like objects I didn't recognize. I saw the control buttons on them, but of course, I wouldn't be foolish enough to touch anything unknown; who knows what dangers those things might pose.

Then, my gaze fell on the corner of the room.

"What's that?"

I walked over curiously.

The thing in front of me was a cabinet, looking like a kitchen cabinet, ten feet tall and eight feet wide, with a metal casing. In front of it was a mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror. Hmm, not bad, except for looking a little haggard, I didn't look too bad.

Then I saw a panel-like thing next to the mirror, with two buttons of different colors. The white button was labeled "Actual Improvement," and the green button was labeled "Overall Design Change.

" "Nonsense," I muttered. But obviously, I wouldn't be stupid enough to touch them.

I rubbed my face in front of the mirror, and just as I was about to fix my hair, something unexpected happened.

The mirror suddenly split in two and slowly shrank to the sides, creating a space large enough for one person to stand in front of me.

A rolling belt appeared out of nowhere under my feet, moving me into the inner space, and metal armrests appeared on either side of my hands.

A sweet female voice came from inside, "My dear, my little darling, for your safety, please hold on tight to the handrail."

I grabbed the handrail, and then, through the slowly retracting mirror, I saw a line of text: "Automatic - Cabinet Panel Series, No.: 20105, For Women Only.

" "Oh, damn it!"

I immediately realized my predicament, my only thought being to get away from this damned machine. I cursed and pushed hard on the handrail with both hands, trying to use it to get away, but I found that the rolling bar under my feet had a strong attraction, holding me firmly to it.

Then I tried to pull myself up to the door frames on both sides of the mirror as it opened, but even with all my strength, I couldn't resist the machine's movement, and soon I was pulled inside.

"Good morning, Linda, now, please relax your body," the sweet female voice from the machine sounded again.

"Oh no!" I thought to myself, "This damn machine is making a mistake. It's mistaking me for its mistress."

"I'm not Linda!" I cried. "My name is Jack, you damn fool! Look carefully, I'm a man!"

But my cries were useless. With each shout, the two lenses slowly closed again, trapping me inside.

I didn't know that this machine, named "Automatic - Wardrobe Sample Series, No.: 20105, For Women Only," spoke words programmed into a fixed sequence. The machine itself lacked the ability to think and judge; all its voice dialogues were merely responses to the user's commands, ensuring the user appeared in the most suitable, sexy, and beautiful way possible.

My cries completely exceeded the machine's voice judgment capabilities. After scanning all the voice recognition programs, the machine found the most logical one.

A sweet female voice appeared in my ears again.

"Oh! My little darling, you are the most beautiful little princess. Well, let's spend a wonderful day together."

"Yes, Your Highness Linda, automatic scanning and detection activated."

After the voice ended, a green light, resembling a monk's aura, moved upwards from my feet to the top of my head, then downwards again, repeating this process continuously.

At this time, I could hear the machine making a constant "shush" sound; I guessed it was processing the human data it had scanned.

Indeed, the machine was confused by the scanned data. It determined that the data differed significantly from the previous owner's data, and it was now calculating which program to execute next.

For a machine solely used to control automatic program execution, starting from the most basic judgment procedure to select the most suitable program for this unprecedented situation was too much of a computational burden. As a result, its control over other aspects began to loosen, no longer as firm as before.

For me, the happiest thing was discovering that my feet were no longer firmly fixed to the rolling belt and could be lifted again.

However, the door formed by the mirror remained tightly shut, without a single crack. I kicked it hard in front of the mirror.

"Hey, you idiot machine, you see? I'm not your master, nor am I that damn Linda. I'm a man! Let me out..."

My violent actions immediately triggered a reaction from the machine. After the logic protection program in the machine's background ran, the sweet female voice appeared again.

"Naughty Linda, please stop your self-harming behavior. Your body data seems somewhat abnormal, but these errors will be corrected in the following process. Please rest assured, you will receive the best care."

"No, let me out! I don't need any care, just like that..."

I shouted, my body struggling incessantly. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was certain it wouldn't be good for me.

At this moment, the machine began to run the program it had determined.

The next moment, I found myself losing control of my body, unable even to speak.

Several tiny, soft tentacles reached out from all around me. These things were as nimble as human fingers. They burrowed into my clothes and pressed against my skin. I could feel that their temperature wasn't as cold as I had imagined, but rather about the same as human body temperature.

Then, these things expanded outwards at the same time, and my clothes instantly turned into countless pieces that fell to the ground.

"Oh, shit!"

I cursed inwardly. You see, my shirt and pants were all designer brands. I had saved up for four whole weeks to buy them, and I never expected to encounter such bad luck on my very first time wearing them.

But what was worse than the destroyed clothes was not so bad. With the movement of these tentacles, soon, all the clothes covering me were gone, including my socks, shoes, and of course, my underwear.

I stood naked in front of the mirror, a sense of helplessness welling up inside me. I didn't feel much shame in front of this lifeless machine, but the helplessness I felt in the face of my surroundings filled me with a deep fear.

Before I knew it, sweat had covered my forehead.

"Now, my little princess, I will correct your body's data so you can retain your former beautiful figure," a sweet female voice said.

The tentacles had retracted, and a membrane-like substance silently enveloped my entire body.

"You may experience a slight tingling sensation during this time, which is normal, my little princess Linda, please don't be nervous."

The machine began to run, and with a slight vibration, I felt a tingling sensation on every part of my skin, as if countless ants were crawling on it. Fortunately, the process was not uncomfortable.

After a few seconds, the membrane-like substance disappeared, and in the mirror in front of me, I saw something that shocked me.

All the hair on my body had disappeared—my hair, eyebrows, beard, and even the thick chest hair that I was so proud of—was gone. My skin also looked saggy, white, smooth, and delicate, without a single pore, looking like a peeled egg.

Before I could recover, the machine continued to work according to the pre-programmed procedure.

A metal brimless cap descended from above and placed on my head.

Two bra-shaped metal suction cups came into view, slowly moving along a twisting path, then, as if by suction, they stuck tightly to my breasts.

A chill rose in my heart; I had a bad premonition that something terrible was about to happen to me.

At that moment, I felt an attraction from the two cup-shaped metal suction cups, pulling my breast skin outwards, which reminded me of being sucked by leeches as a child. At the same time, I felt something thick and sticky seeping out, and I felt similar metal suction cups sticking tightly to my buttocks, doing the same thing.

"Oh my god," I guessed uneasily, "is this damn stupid machine going to give me a woman's breasts, buttocks, and long hair? This is ridiculous."

The machine was doing exactly that; after receiving instructions, it used all its functions to alter my body to achieve the same female body data provided by its owner.

Waiting for the unknown is the most agonizing thing. Just as I was about to faint, the devices attached to my body detached automatically and slowly retracted.

I stared in horror at my reflection in the mirror. On my chest, a pair of full breasts stood proudly erect—yes, breasts, the kind only a woman has. I could even feel their weight and the downward pull they created on my chest.

My long, black hair cascaded down, draping around my waist, some of it obscuring my breasts. Then I noticed my shoulders had narrowed and smoothed, looking exactly like a woman's. My hips had also enlarged, and correspondingly, my waist had shrunk dramatically, appearing exaggerated.

Undoubtedly, this damned machine had not only given me a pair of woman's breasts but also a woman's unique hourglass figure.

The nightmare wasn't over.

Several tentacles reappeared, this time wrapping around my fingers and toes. A thin, mask-like object appeared before me; I could clearly see it was the face of a beautiful girl. The next moment, this mask-like thing covered my face…

Suddenly, it dawned on me that this automated machine was probably trying to make me look exactly like its owner, Linda.

The machine finished quickly, and the tentacles retracted one by one. I could no longer feel the mask covering my face.

But when I saw my reflection in the mirror again, I was stunned. The face of a girl I didn't recognize appeared in the mirror. She had medium blue eyes, long, curved eyebrows, a pert nose, and a cute little mouth. Her long fingernails and toenails were a healthy red.

The machine continued to work methodically.

Two tentacles used an eyebrow pencil to draw my eyebrows, while other tentacles constantly used various cosmetics to work on my eyelashes, eye circles, and face. What struck me most was that one tentacle was holding a pink lipstick and applying it to my lips.

Other tentacles sprayed women's perfume on my neck, chest, and lower abdomen, filling the air with a distinctive feminine scent.

With a slight tingling sensation in my earlobes, a pair of beautiful emerald dangling earrings were placed on my ears.

I numbly let the machine manipulate me; even if I wanted to resist, my out-of-control body was powerless.

The tentacles, having confirmed their work was complete, retracted.

Then, various colored filaments began to spray out. Pink filaments wrapped around my lower body, covering my private parts with a pink women's bikini bottom. Almost simultaneously, a pink halter bra matching the bikini bottom appeared on my chest.

Pink filaments wrapped around my legs, and moments later, a pair of pink ripped stockings miraculously appeared on my legs.

A flat tentacle extended, gently lifting my breasts inside the bra. Then, the bra began to contract, and as I felt a slight pressure on my chest, it settled, revealing a captivating cleavage.

Next, light brown filaments wrapped around my legs again, this time forming a pair of silk leggings. Although I was already wearing these things on my legs, I felt strange. They were far too smooth and clung tightly to my legs, yet I still felt empty between them, almost as if I weren't wearing anything.

Black threads wrapped around my upper body, and when they stopped, a black knee-length dress appeared on me. White threads sprayed out, and a loose white top appeared on top of me. Golden threads twirled around my waist, and a delicate gold women's leather belt was fastened around my waist.

Finally, more black threads surged towards my feet, and the next moment, a pair of black high heels supported my body. A handbag was also conveniently draped over my shoulder.

"Work done," a sweet, womanly voice said in a cheerful tone.

At this moment, the machine, named "Automatic - Wardrobe Sample Series, No.: 20105, for Women Only," confirmed through a second scan that it had completely repaired the incorrect parts of its owner's body, ensuring its owner would spend this wonderful day in a pleasant mood.

Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe it was me.

My face and body now looked completely like a woman's. I was wearing makeup, dressed entirely in women's clothing, with real breasts and buttocks, and long, waist-length black hair.

I could feel the pressure of the bra on my breasts, the tightness of the stockings encasing my full hips, and the discomfort of my toes being squeezed in high heels.

I could even smell the women's perfume emanating from my body and see a lady staring in disbelief in the mirror.

My thoughts became chaotic.

Faintly, a sweet, feminine voice whispered in my ear: "Mistress Linda, your expression is noble and magnificent; I believe you will spend this wonderful day in a pleasant mood."

I thought I was trapped in a terrible nightmare.

I dreamt I was in a strange bedroom, transformed into a woman by a machine, and dressed in women's clothes.

But when I woke up and opened my eyes, a long head of black hair obscuring my vision reminded me it wasn't a dream.

This terrible thing was really happening to me.

"Oh, damn it,"

I thought, filled with resentment and anger. I'm a man, and now I'm like a woman—what's wrong with this world?

"I have a woman's appearance and I'm wearing women's clothes,"

I thought, feeling utterly frustrated and wanting to go crazy. Then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my throat, making it impossible to speak. I guessed it was because I had hit my throat on a protruding part of the floor when I fainted.

I tried to get up, but the slightest movement made me dizzy and unable to control my movements.

After a while, I struggled to support myself with my hands, and finally managed to sit up from lying down.

Then, I saw a pair of men's shoes in front of me.

"Have I been discovered?"

I was filled with shock and unease. I didn't know what would happen next. Would I be taken to the police station as a thief, or something else terrible?

I looked up and saw the man's face. He was looking at me with concern, which calmed me down a little.

But I was still worried. I didn't know what had happened before. I was just a man dressed as a woman, an imposter. If this man discovered the truth, I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I tried to stand up, but I was too weak to do so. The pain in my throat prevented me from making any sound, not even the slightest one.

Sensing my movement, the man moved closer.

"Are you feeling alright, miss?" he said. "Let me help you."

With that, he put one arm under my arm, put it around my back, and supported me as I stood up. The moment he helped me up, I felt my whole body go limp. I also felt ashamed, like I was half-naked because I was wearing a dress, with nothing between my legs. I was very uncomfortable with that.

Helping me to the bedside in the bedroom, the man explained,

"Please don't worry, miss, I'm a doctor." He spoke calmly, "You fainted. Your automatic closet called to tell me about your condition, and I came immediately. Now you're lying in bed, and I need to examine you."

"Examine?"

Hearing the man's suggestion, I immediately wanted to object, but my mouth opened and I couldn't utter a sound of refusal.

From the man's words, I knew he hadn't discovered I wasn't the true owner of this bedroom, but I couldn't be sure he wouldn't discover the truth after examining me. As he

spoke, the man lifted me onto the bed.

I struggled to get off, but the man gently pressed me back down, placing me flat on my back. I was too weak to resist his actions.

"Don't do that," the man said with a kind smile, "Your name is Linda, right? My name is Stephen. You just need to relax."

With that, the doctor walked to the bedside, opened his doctor's bag, and took out a stethoscope.

"Alright, now I'll examine you." Dr. Stephen turned to me, smiling.

He put on his stethoscope and reached for my shirt to unbutton it.

I struggled, trying to get away from his hands, and tried to push them away, but my hands were weak and powerless, and I could only let him do as he pleased. Soon my shirt was unbuttoned, followed by my bra.

A pair of firm breasts appeared before both me and the doctor.

The doctor stopped, his gaze fixed on my breasts, and I clearly heard him swallow.

Then, the doctor's hand, along with the stethoscope, was placed on my chest and moved around. At that moment, my breasts felt the cold metal of the stethoscope, and under the stimulation, I felt my breasts become even firmer. After

a while, the doctor removed the stethoscope.

"Hmm, Linda, you're fine. You just used up all your strength and are a little weak. A rest will make you alright. Also, you have a slight bruise on your neck, which might make it difficult for you to speak properly for a while."

Putting his stethoscope back in his bag, the doctor looked down at me. My clothes weren't fully closed, and my breasts were still exposed to his gaze.

"You're captivating, beautiful Linda," the doctor suddenly said.

I looked up and saw that his eyes were no longer clear; they were now filled with a naked, lustful fire.

The doctor's gaze was that of a normal man looking at a beautiful woman, but I knew in my heart that I wasn't a woman.

The next moment, before I could even react, the doctor grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into his arms.

Then, a pair of wet lips pressed against my lipstick-covered lips.

A wave of terror washed over me. "Damn it, I'm being kissed by a man!" A panicked, dazed feeling surged through my body, and I pushed away his embrace, slapping the doctor across the face.

I was originally going to punch him, but my machine-treated fingernails were too long to make a fist, so I slapped him instead. The effect was obvious; my long fingernails left several scratches on the doctor's face.

"Linda, are you crazy?"

the doctor said to me, both angry and anxious. He realized that if he didn't handle his actions well, he would be spending time in prison, which would completely ruin his life. He couldn't let that happen.

"What happened?"

Two more doctors came in from outside.

Stephen covered his face with a handkerchief and said, "This patient named Linda is a bit mentally unstable. She just scratched me, and you need to help me stop her crazy behavior."

After hearing Stephen's words, the two doctors came towards me…

My wrists were tightly bound with leather ropes, and my feet were treated the same way. Then I was strapped to the bed. I tried to resist, but the two doctors were far too weak compared to me.

I was terrified while I was strapped in. If these two guys treated me like Stephen had done, I wouldn't be able to resist.

And they would definitely discover that I wasn't Linda, but an imposter. The machine only gave me a woman's appearance, breasts, and figure, but my genitals remained male, not female.

Of course, I couldn't tell them that I wasn't the owner here, not a girl but a man.

Fortunately, things weren't as bad as I had imagined. After strapping me to the bed, the two doctors left, and Stephen followed them out.

Then, one of the two doctors came into the room with an injection and said to me, "Hi, beautiful girl, don't be afraid. It will ease your tension and help you sleep well."

I felt a sharp pain in my arm; the injection had fully entered my body.

From where the injection was given, a light, warm sensation slowly spread throughout my body, and I gradually relaxed.

"Okay, now I'll untie you." He said, untying the ropes binding my body.

My body felt languid, immersed in a strange feeling, as if I were floating on clouds, and I didn't want to move at all.

After pulling the blankets off the bed and draping them over me, he left the room, not forgetting to turn back and smile at me.

"I hope you have sweet dreams, beautiful girl."

Then, I heard someone outside say, "We need to contact the girl's family immediately and have them take her to the hospital for a checkup."

I knew that once the family of the bedroom's occupant found out and discovered me, everything would be truly beyond repair.

I had to leave this place; I came to the conclusion that I needed to get out of there.

But my consciousness grew increasingly blurred. Suddenly, a golden light filled my mind, and my consciousness vanished within it.

Some sounds woke me from my sleep.

I didn't know how long I'd slept, but clearly, the family of the actual occupant of the bedroom hadn't arrived yet, and I was soundly asleep in bed. At the same time, I felt my strength returning.

The bedroom door opened at that moment.

A girl appeared in the doorway.

I looked up and saw a girl with the exact same face as me staring at me in surprise.

"Who are you?" she cried. "Why are you sleeping in my bed? Why are you wearing my clothes?"

I gave a wry smile; the actual occupant of the bedroom had returned.

"I'm going to call the police!"

With that, the girl ran out of the room.

I panicked. I didn't know how to explain what had happened to me. The result was obvious: if I dealt with the police again, more trouble awaited me.

I glanced inadvertently at the machine on the wall, and a tempting idea popped into my head. "Maybe I can use that machine to turn back into my original form."

There was no time to hesitate. I could already hear the real Linda on the phone describing her current problems to the police.

I got out of bed and walked towards the machine.

Only then did I realize that with each step, my breasts bounced, the friction of my nipples against my clothing making me uneasy. My dress also restricted my movements, allowing me to move in tiny steps.

Reaching the machine, of the only two options, I guessed that the machine had initially set the option for me as "overall change," otherwise I wouldn't be in my current state. So, to turn back into my original form, perhaps the other option was the answer.

"This must be it."

Standing in front of the machine, I pressed the button labeled "Actual Improvement."

The machine started working again.

"Linda, little princess, are you doing well? Now it's time to relax," a sweet female voice said.

A green light flashed, and the machine began its automatic scanning check. Of course, the human data obtained by the machine now matched the data stored in its database.

Then, tiny tentacles reappeared.

The next moment, all my clothes vanished in pieces.

As my bra disappeared, a downward pull traveled from my breasts to my nerves, but mostly it was a sense of relief; the pressure from the bra had made it hard to breathe.

"Now my body should be back to normal!" I thought to myself.

But things didn't go as I expected.

More tentacles, holding various women's cosmetics, appeared again, starting to manipulate my face.

"No, I don't want this,"

I cried, twisting my body, trying to get rid of these damned tentacles smearing my face.

The next moment, I found myself losing control of my body again.

"Linda, you're always so mischievous, but I love lively and cute girls the most," a sweet female voice said cheerfully.

My eyelashes were styled to curl upwards, purple eyeshadow was applied to my eyes, making them look even more alluring, and my lips were painted bright red.

Two more ear piercings appeared on my ears, adorned with matching earrings.

After further enhancing the effect of the cosmetics on my face, the machine automatically began the next step.

Silky substances began to spray out.

This time, first, a pair of peach-colored pantyhose and a matching bra formed on my body, followed by a light green low-cut bodysuit, and then a white long skirt wrapped around me.

"Please take a deep breath,"

a sweet female voice prompted.

I felt a tightening around my waist; a corset was now tightly cinched at my waist.

White high heels supported my feet, and a small white handbag appeared in my hand.

"Work complete," the machine said. "Have a pleasant rest, my beautiful Princess Linda."

Before I could even focus on my physical condition, I was more worried about the trouble I was about to face. The bedroom owner had already called the police, and they would be here soon.

Taking a step forward, I felt my heel wobble, my balance slipped, and I almost fell again.

"Damn high heels!"

I cursed inwardly, carefully maintaining my balance as I stepped out of the bedroom, only to find it deserted.

On the sofa in the living room, I saw a handbag, which I assumed its original owner had forgotten there in a hurry.

I went over, opened the bag, and found money, credit cards, ID, cosmetics, and some other things inside—things I knew I needed right now. Without hesitation, I transferred everything into the white handbag in my hand.

Then, I walked step by step towards the front door,

opening what I thought was the front door to my room.

This time, I was lucky; nothing strange appeared before me, and I actually stepped out of the room.

Before me lay a long corridor, at the end of which was an elevator. It seemed I had to go through there to leave.

As I walked towards the elevator, I had a strange feeling. My long skirt completely covered my legs, yet I always felt a emptiness between them, as if a gentle breeze was constantly passing through.

And only then did I realize how large and heavy my breasts were; with each step forward, they swayed restlessly against my chest, tugging at the two thin bra straps on my shoulders.

Moreover, the towering, slender heels of my white high heels were pure torture. The shift in weight on my chest and hips already required effort to maintain my balance, and the high heels only exacerbated the problem.

However, this didn't bother me for long. When I tried to mimic the way women walked, imitating their movements by swaying their hips, lifting their chests, and contracting their abdomens, I found a new balance.

The only remaining problem was my long, black hair; a strand would always drift in front of me, obscuring my vision, which was very uncomfortable for someone accustomed to a wide field of vision.

Reaching the elevator, before I could even press the button, the doors opened, and two uniformed men stepped out. Seeing the pistols and handcuffs on their hips, their identities immediately flashed through my mind: they were police officers. Was there

still no escape?

My heart was filled with fear and bitterness. Had I inexplicably come to this unfamiliar place only to be arrested by the police? This was ridiculous.

What truly terrified me was that I was a man, yet I now possessed a woman's breasts, hips, and figure. I couldn't even imagine what those lustful prisoners would do to me when I was locked up in the men's prison.

Time seemed to stand still.

Two policemen looked at me, paused slightly, then smiled. They seemed astonished to see such a beautiful young woman here.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady."

As if apologizing for blocking my way, the two policemen walked past me, the younger one even winking at me.

Numb with shock, I mechanically stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor, and I stepped out, seeing a group of people gathered outside.

Surrounded by the crowd, looking panicked and shouting, was the girl named Linda, the owner of the bedroom where I had first appeared.

"I must get out of here quickly."

I quickly looked around and found that the nearest exit was the parking garage not far away. I immediately went towards it.

As I approached the parking garage entrance, a gust of cold air swept towards me, whipping my long skirt high and revealing my legs.

"Oh, damn it!"

I hurriedly pressed down on the fluttering hem of my skirt with both hands, but the purse hanging from my wrist fell to the ground.

I bent down to pick up the purse and was about to stand up when a familiar voice reached my ears.

"Would you like my assistance, miss?"

A pair of men's leather shoes blocked the parking garage exit.

"Do you remember me? My beautiful and lovely Linda."

It was the doctor named Stephen. Now, dressed in his usual clothes, he looked at me with a lewd smile, and a chilling aura instantly pierced my spine.

What should I do? Various thoughts raced through my mind. In any case, I couldn't go back. The real Linda and the police were there. So, there was only one choice left.

I ran towards the gap next to Stephen, but unfortunately, at that crucial moment, I tripped over my high heels and fell right onto Stephen's arm.

I knew exactly what the man in front of me wanted, but Stephen was clearly an expert in this area. Before I could even open my mouth and make a sound, he had already covered my mouth with one hand.

I struggled desperately to break free from Stephen's control, but he was stronger than I expected, and my clothes restricted my movements. Soon, Stephen dragged me into the back of a closed van.

A wad of towel was stuffed into my mouth, then Stephen grabbed my hands tightly and twisted them behind my back. A rope was tied around one of my hands, then the other. Then Stephen laid me on the ground and tied a towel around my legs.

At this point, I stopped struggling because I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change the outcome. I just felt frustrated inside; I couldn't believe that I had been so easily controlled by someone else.

Stephen was satisfied with the outcome. Looking at the girl before him, he couldn't wait to savor his victory.

Seeing Stephen's expression, I knew what he wanted to do, and I went into a frenzy.

"No, you idiot, you haven't figured it out yet. I'm not a girl, there's a man in my woman's clothes..."

But my mouth was gagged with a towel, and I could only make "mmm, mmm" sounds. No one could understand what I was saying.

All my efforts were just appetizers in Stephen's eyes, only fueling his increasingly intense lust.

One of Stephen's hands began to caress my genitals, while his other hand slipped inside my clothes, unhooking my bra, gently grasping my breasts, and beginning to squeeze and massage them.

An uncontrollable excitement erupted from my breasts, yet I felt nauseous.

Then, Stephen's hand, which had been caressing my genitals, began to explore upwards. Soon he found the edge of my pantyhose, and the next moment, he grabbed it and slowly pulled it down.

Humiliation filled my heart. Although I knew it was wrong, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Just then, a police car pulled into the parking garage. The reflection of its headlights shone onto the truck, and the siren blared throughout the garage. Someone was talking as they approached the truck.

Stephen immediately stopped what he was doing to me. He peeked out from the doorway, then, as if he'd noticed something, ignored me and nimbly jumped out of the truck, disappearing into the darkness.

A moment later, a rough voice rang out.

"Damn it, that damn door's open again."

With that, the truck door slammed shut.

Then I heard the truck's front door open and close, the engine started, and it began to move.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed I was lucky; this was a truck with a separate cab and cargo box, so at least for the time being, I wasn't worried about being discovered.

Next, I should think about how to get myself out of this predicament.

My hands were tightly bound by Stephen, and I couldn't move them, but I found that my feet, which were tied with a towel, could move slightly, entirely thanks to the smooth pantyhose I was wearing.

My legs kicked against each other, the towel began to slide, and the gap between them widened. Only one thing made me blush: the tight pantyhose rubbed against my genitals during the movement, and my penis reacted, gradually swelling.

The truck suddenly turned a corner, and the centrifugal force caused my body to involuntarily roll over, making my gaze fall on my chest. At this moment, my clothes were open, and my high, full breasts filled my entire field of vision.

The itching from my breasts made me feel ashamed again.

I don't know how, but my nose was filled with the smells of sweat, the women's perfume sprayed on me by the machine, my breath after vigorous exercise, and the scent of lipstick on my lips.

Finally, I freed the towel binding my legs, and now I could focus all my energy on dealing with the restraints on my hands.

With my legs free, I could move around in the truck. Just then, the truck turned again, and I, unable to maintain my balance, was immediately thrown to the other side. A hard protrusion slammed into my back, the pain almost making me faint.

Then, to my surprise, I found a way to break free.

It was an irregularly shaped metal plate, which, to me, looked like an excellent saw that could help me escape my predicament. Leaning against the metal plate, I used my hands to rub against it, and finally, my hands were freed.

The truck stopped, and I heard footsteps approaching the truck door.

The truck door opened the next moment, and I saw a beautiful woman wearing various elegant and noble jewelry.

The woman looked at me with surprise, but there was no hostility in her eyes.

"Who are you? What do you do? Why are you in the truck?"

Looking at the woman, I considered how to answer her questions. One thing I was certain of was that I absolutely couldn't let her know I was a man, or there would be more trouble. At the same time, I dared not make a sound. I was afraid that if I spoke in a man's voice, it would surely frighten the woman in front of me.

I thought I could only try to express myself with gestures.

Before I could even think of any gestures to use, the woman became impatient.

"Why won't you answer me, miss? Otherwise, I'll have to call the police and let them handle this."

"No, wait."

In a moment of panic, I blurted out.

Then I realized that my voice was high-pitched, delicate, and elegant, completely like a woman's voice.

"Alright then? I'd like to hear your reasons." Hearing my voice, the woman's voice softened.

"Yes, that's right. Someone lured me into this truck bed, tied me up, and made me do things I didn't want to do. When he saw someone coming, he got scared and ran away. I just managed to break free inside, and then I saw you."

"Oh, I see!"

The woman seemed shocked to hear this. She looked at the situation in the truck bed, then at me, and said firmly, "I believe everything you say, but I think the first thing we should do now is call the police."

"No," I stopped the woman, "please don't call the police, because I'm still confused about what happened to me and don't want to alarm them."

The woman looked at me, thought for a moment, and then smiled.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, but you look really bad right now. You have to stay with me until you recover. Um, my name is Jenny."

Jenny led me into her house.

"What's your name?" Jenny asked me.

In my current state, if I said my name was Jack, it would definitely arouse Jenny's suspicion, so a woman's name just slipped out of my mouth.

"My name is Jessie... Jessie."

"Hmm, that's a good name, it suits you well."

Jenny then helped me sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Would you like something to drink, Jessie?"

"A coffee, please!"

A moment later, Jenny handed me the coffee, then sat opposite me, smiling at me.

"You seem a little nervous, Jessie. There's no need to be. It's just you and me in this house now, no one else."

Jenny seemed a little lonely. "My husband passed away in a certain place, leaving this house and an inheritance. But we didn't have any children. After he died, I'm all alone here, so I really hope someone can come and talk to me."

"Hmm," I responded softly.

Looking at the girl opposite her, Jenny was happy, because she had found a best companion to alleviate her loneliness.

Then Jenny noticed that Jessie was indeed a beautiful girl. She had beautiful black hair, long eyelashes above a pair of medium-sized, expressive blue eyes, and her skin was so delicate and smooth.

However, she looked quite disheveled. Her white dress was visibly torn and covered in dust, her face was dirty, and her makeup was smudged with sweat, making her look a mess. Red lipstick was also visible on her hands and legs.

I was now considering my situation. I was pretending to be a woman, but I didn't know how long I could endure this—a few hours, a few days, or even longer.

"I'm a man,"

I told her. I knew I had to find a way to return to being a man, not like this.

"Ah!"

Jenny suddenly exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts.

"Look at me, how rude of me to forget something so important," Jenny said. "Jessie, you should tidy yourself up. You look terrible. I have a high-end 'Automatic Wardrobe Sample Series 30001,' with a built-in sonic rain effect—it's a perfect treat."

Before I could refuse, Jenny led me to her high-end automatic wardrobe sample.

"Alright, Jessie, now enjoy the wonders of the 'Sonic Shower'!"

"No…"

The next moment, I was inside Jenny's "Automatic - Wardrobe Sample Series 30001" machine.

A green light flashed, and the machine began its routine human body scan. This was a more advanced Automatic - Wardrobe Sample Series machine; it detected my male genitalia. In the program of this machine, specifically designed for women, everything was planned for women. After several minutes of calculations, the machine began executing its pre-programmed body conditioning procedures.

I saw the scanning beam stop at the area of my male genitalia, and then the machine, in its still-sweet female voice, uttered something that terrified me.

"Scan detected human data inconsistent with a normal woman. Human body correction program to be executed. Please relax your body."

"No, you stupid machine! Doesn't your program even have the concept of 'male'? I am a man!"

The machine's tentacles reappeared, burrowing into my clothes. I knew the machine was removing my clothes to execute the next program. In my resistance, I helplessly found myself losing control of my body once again. Then, my clothes were completely shredded by the machine, leaving me standing naked inside.

I saw some special tentacles appear and reach towards my male genitalia. "That's it," I sighed, closing my eyes to prepare for the impending pain.

However, the pain I expected didn't come. I only felt as if another layer of skin had appeared on top of my male genitalia. I opened my eyes and saw those special tentacles covering my male genitalia with a putty-like substance.

"What is this machine trying to do?" I wondered.

Special tentacles kept poking around in the putty-like substance. When the color of the putty-like substance became the same as my skin, I found that my lower body had become as flat as a woman's.

Then my body was thoroughly cleaned, the machine reapplied makeup to me, and finally, a milky white mini-skirt was put on me, paired with a pair of tall high heels that matched the color of the skirt.

Jenny had been waiting for me at the exit. When she saw me come out, she smiled and said to me, "You look much better now, Jessie."

"Thank you, Jenny, but can I use the mirror?" I asked Jenny, eager to know what stupid things the machine had done to my body.

"Of course, girls should always pay attention to their cleanliness," Jenny said with a smile. "Come with me, I'll take you."

I went inside, took off my high heels, lifted the hem of my mini-skirt, and pulled down my pantyhose.

I looked down, and oh my god, what did I see? At the part of my legs, there was a cleft that only a woman has.

I felt my male organ hidden inside, and I tried to control it to move, but I immediately realized I couldn't do it at all. It seemed fixed inside.

I turned my head and unintentionally saw this in the mirror: a beautiful girl in a miniskirt, her alluring lower body naked. This immediately aroused my male instincts, and I felt my genitals begin to react.

But I immediately realized that the attractive girl in the mirror was actually myself, and I felt a deep disgust. I pulled up my pantyhose, lowered my skirt, put on my high heels, and walked out of the room.

Besides the shock at my genitals, I didn't actually know what the high-end automatic wardrobe mannequin had done.

This high-end automatic wardrobe mannequin didn't just give me the appearance of a female organ; more importantly, it also endowed that organ with the neural connections for female responses. All of this was designed long ago by the machine's owner, Jenny.

After Jenny's husband died, she lived alone, which made her feel incredibly lonely, both psychologically and physiologically. To combat her loneliness, Jenny had added a neural connection system to her automated wardrobe to enhance sexual desire.

When she led me into the automated wardrobe, Jenny forgot about this feature she had added. After detecting my sexual arousal, the machine began to respond to my female genitals.

I felt an indescribable sensation spreading through my lower body, a feeling I had never experienced before, but I immediately realized it was an abnormal reaction. I told myself to stay calm; I had to control it.

"I'm sorry, Jenny, this sounds presumptuous, but, um… if possible, could you provide me with a room to relax?"

Seeing the beautiful girl's flushed cheeks, Jenny immediately realized her mistake, but seeing the girl's shyness, she couldn't explain the reason.

"No problem, Jessie."

Jenny led me into a bedroom. "Okay, Jessie, you can rest here for a while. Call me if you need anything; I'm in the room next to yours."

"Thank you so much, Jenny."

"You're welcome. Actually…" Jenny wanted to say something more, but stopped, glancing at me with a strange smile. She then said, "I'll go prepare some things for you. See you later."

With that, Jenny turned and left.

After closing and locking the door, I went to the bedside. There was a mirror on the bedside table, and I saw my reflection. It was a seductive, beautiful young woman with long hair. Her face was flushed from some kind of stimulation, making her even more alluring.

The inexplicable feeling in my lower body grew stronger. Besides the stimulation my male organs felt, there were other things I couldn't explain. Only one thing I was certain of was that I felt a wetness in my lower body, but it didn't feel like incontinence.

My breathing became rapid, and I began to feel an emptiness in my lower body, accompanied by waves of itching. I slowly lay down on the bed, relaxing my body, trying to stop these strange sensations.

However, this female organ created for me by the automated wardrobe template was beyond my comprehension. In fact, the female organ formed by Jenny's enhanced sexual arousal neural connection system could keep me on the verge of intense arousal for hours on end.

My mind was clear, but my body was no longer under my control. I saw myself in the mirror, my ruby lips slightly parted, emitting muffled breaths, my long eyelashes trembling gently.

"No, I don't want this, damn it, stop, please! I'm not a girl, and I don't want to wear girl's clothes!"

The stimulation continued. When my eyes saw the girl in the mirror, even though I knew it was myself, my male consciousness would erupt, generating a new wave of impulses. Realizing my impulses, my female organ would immediately begin to react even more violently.

I felt my breasts begin to enlarge, pushing my bra high. Feeling the constriction on my breasts, I unhooked my bra in the next moment, and unconsciously, I pulled down my pantyhose, my hands reaching down to my genitals, stroking the newly formed cleft.

"Need my help?" a faint voice called out. I couldn't discern the source of the voice anymore.

The next moment, a warm, soft hand caressed my breast. Unlike my own touch, the sensation of someone else's hand was completely different; I was instantly captivated. Then, another hand moved towards my genitals.

A shiver ran through me, and I snapped back to reality.

"Jenny, how did you get in?"

Turning around and seeing my current state, my face flushed crimson. I frantically pulled at my dress, trying to cover my naked body.

"This is my home. Of course I can come in," Jenny said with a smile. "No, don't cover yourself with your clothes. Don't you know you're beautiful?"

"No, no."

"Jenny, you don't know, actually I... I'm a man." I blurted out the truth.

"Hehe," Jenny laughed, "Jessie, you're so cute, but you can't even tell the most basic lie."

Her fingers gently kneaded my nipples, "Do men have such beautiful breasts?" Then, her fingers moved over my genitals, "And here, do men have such charming little cuties? Look, so much sweet nectar is flowing out here!"

"No, that's fake, my male organ is hidden in there..."

"Oh," Jenny said with a wicked smile, "Let me check..." Saying that, Jenny ignored my objections. In fact, my whole body was weak and sore, and I didn't want to move while lying on the bed. She used her fingers to separate the folds of my genitals. "I see, you mean this?" Jenny helped me sit up and pointed to the small fleshy part in my cleft. Then, she smiled and gently touched it with her finger. A strong stimulation made my body go weak. "I guess... right!" I said uncertainly.

"Jessie, you're such a cute little silly girl." Jenny laughed. "That's your lovely clitoris; every normal girl has one."

"Ah!" Jenny's words startled me. If that's the case, then where did my male organ go? I started to panic.

"Sweetheart, I think you don't yet know the benefits of being a woman. Now let me help you experience the pleasure of womanhood."

Saying this, Jenny magically produced a penis-shaped object.

"Judging from your expression, you probably haven't realized how amazing your body is. Now let me help you awaken your body."

After saying this, Jenny placed the penis-shaped object in her hand close to the crack in my genitals, and with her manipulation, the penis-shaped object began to vibrate.

"No, Jenny, don't... I'm not ready..." I suddenly felt afraid. I recognized what Jenny was holding; it was a female vibrator, but I wasn't a woman.

"Oh, really?" Jenny grinned mischievously. "But I don't think so. Look, what are these?" Jenny ran her finger along the edge of my cleft, then held it up to my eyes. "This nectar proves that your little cutie is already ready!"

"Don't be nervous, my sweetheart. I'll treat you gently. Just relax and enjoy your pleasure, hee hee!"

Jenny laughed, inserting the vibrator into my lower body.

"Ah!" Feeling a sharp, tearing pain in my lower body, I couldn't help but scream. "It hurts!" Tears streamed from my eyes.

"How interesting, Jessie. No wonder you're so nervous. I didn't realize you were still a girl before, not yet a woman." Seeing the bright red blood slowly flowing from that spot, Jenny was somewhat surprised. Then Jenny seemed even happier. "In that case, I'll cherish you even more and let you experience true pleasure."

After the intense pain, the stimulation from the vibrator began to occur in my lower body. The stimulation was so great that it instantly turned my mind blank.

I felt as if I were floating on clouds, my whole body light and airy, yet a tremendous excitement surged within me, spreading throughout my entire being. I felt so good!

Unconsciously, my lower body swayed back and forth, responding to Jenny's movements, seeking even more intense and wonderful stimulation. My mouth, like a real woman's, uncontrollably emitted moans.

Sweat poured from my forehead, soaking my makeup. The smell of sweat, my body perfume, and the honeyed scent of my lower body mingled together, creating an indescribable, decadent aroma…

I don't know how much time passed, but the increasingly intense stimulation sent me to the peak of pleasure. In the sustained climax, I finally erupted.

I lay limply on the bed, Jenny smiling at me.

"Sweetheart, how did it feel? Now you're a real woman, but your makeup is completely messed up. You'll have to go to my automatic wardrobe display case to fix it later."

I stood in the automatic wardrobe display case, the green beam of light beginning to scan.

Outside the display case, Jenny activated her automated display case process control system and began adjusting the program.

"My dear Jessie, the nerve connection system that enhances sexual desire will continue to let you experience it. However, letting you experience the process of becoming a woman again should be a surprise for you!" Jenny

smiled and pressed the "Organ Reconstruction and Restoration" button. The

automated display case faithfully executed the program set by its owner, and I, inside it, was completely powerless to resist.

When the machine once again dressed me in a dress and high heels, and hung a small handbag on my hand, indicating the work was complete, that eerie white light appeared again, enveloping my body.

Just like before, I felt a tearing pain throughout my body; the difference was, this time I didn't lose consciousness.

"Screech! Thud!"

I heard the sound of bicycle brakes, followed by the sound of a bicycle falling to the ground.

Following the sound, I looked over and saw a boy slowly getting up from the ground. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Beautiful lady, are you alright? Um, my name is Jack..."

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