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The Auto-Closet
by Kristen O (address withheld)
***
A lone figure was accidently transported into the not
too distant future using a time machine of his own
creation. He emerged in a lady's bedroom filled with
futuristic equipment. He did not recognize where he was.
A machine in the corner of the room caught his eye. (MF,
cd, tg, bd, sci-fi)
***
Part I: Discovery
Jack walked up to the curious machine and examined the
instrumentation on the panel. A switch was left on
marked "enabled". Another switch, marked "physical
enhancement" was glowing green. Yet another, marked
"total makeover" was also green. The machine itself was
rectangular in shape, roughly twenty feet in length, ten
feet tall and eight feet wide. A ramp led up to a door
which had markings on its surface and no handle.
He stepped on the ramp to take a closer look at the
markings on the door when the machine sprang to life.
The machine, sensing what it thought was its owners
footsteps, started moving the ramp.
As the ramp began to move under his feet, Jack tried to
spring back off of the ramp. But his feet were suddenly
held to the ramp by some kind of magnetic force, as the
machine sensed his shifting weight. An automated voice
from the machine spoke, "for your safety, Magna-Grip has
been enabled". As the ramp moved him to the door, the
door slid up. He glanced at the markings on the door as
it moved overhead and it had "Auto-Closet model series
number 20105F" written on it.
Jack suddenly realized that this was not a good
situation to be in. "Shit!" exclaimed Jack as he tried
to get off the ramp. But the magnetic field held his
feet like glue. As the ramp moved him further inside the
machine, he attempted to grab onto the doorframe with
his arms, but again the machine sensed his body moving
and activated a force field which gently held him in
place. Jack found his arms were held up over his head
and his body rigidly upright.
The machine spoke to him, "Good morning, Linda. Are we a
bit dizzy from last night's activities?" "Oh, no!", Jack
thought, "This machine is mistaking me for its owner,
Linda." "I'm not Linda!" Jack shouted, "My name is Jack,
I'm a man!" Being an Auto-Closet model series number
20105F, the machine was designed only to make casual
conversation with its owner and perform its function, to
dress and makeover it's owner in the most feminine
manner possible.
Mistakenly thinking that it's owner was joking with it,
the Auto-Closet replied, "My, my. Aren't we in a
humorous mood today, Linda. I will begin autoscan, now."
The ramp stopped as Jack was just inside the door. Jack
looked further inside, still unable to move. Further
down the ramp was dark. A flat green beam turn on in the
segment of the machine where he was. It began to scan
him from his fingertips to his toes. He could hear
clicks and beeps as the machine analyzed it's scan. The
machine seemed to hesitate, appearing confused. The
physical profile that it just scanned did not seem match
that of its owner. Jack sensed it's hesitation and began
to feel relieved. "You see, you dumb machine! I'm a man.
Let me go now!"
Deep within, simple subprogram logic of the machine made
a conclusion and the machine spoke, "Naughty Linda,
you've gained some weight and stopped working out. I
will take care of that."
Jack pleaded, "No, no! Just let me go!" and struggled
desperately now, his arms still suspended over his head
and unable to move. Mechanical arms began to gently
strip the clothes from his body. First, his shirt was
unbuttoned and lifted over his head. Next, he looked
down to see mechanical fingers unbuckling his belt,
working the zipper down on his pants and untying his
sneakers. As his shoes, socks and pants disappeared, he
felt his jockey shorts being slide down his legs, the
last vestige of his male clothes.
He felt completely naked, helpless and vulnerable for
what was awaiting him further inside. The machine was
ready to begin the transformation. Sweat glistened on
his forehead and he felt flush as the ramp began to move
again to the next segment of the machine. "I will begin
your physical enhancement changing you back to your
normal beautiful figure, Linda," the machine said. Jack
looked around as metal probes began to snake out from
the walls all around him, stopping next to his skin.
"This may sting a bit," the machine said. Small sparks
begin to dance around the metal probes. The sparks
started growing and growing around the probes, then a
few jumped out at him, striking a few shafts of hair on
his skin. It stung slightly. More and more sparks jumped
off of the probe to strike the hairs on his body and he
soon felt like ants were crawling all over his body. He
watched as all of his body and facial hairs disappeared
or fell to the floor.
As suddenly as this process ended, a new one began. A
large metal cap with cables came down over Jack's head.
Two suction disks slowly snaked out and stuck to each
pectoral muscle on his chest. The disks felt cold with
some mushy sticky adhesive on their surface, reminding
him of leeches. Similar ones stuck to his hips and he
felt, rather than saw, cup shaped devises attach to the
cheeks of his derriere.
"Oh, no! The machine is trying to give me women's
breasts, hips and long hair," he deduced. Suddenly, all
of the devices sprang to life. Jack was jolted as a
combination of electric energy and sucking motion began
where each device was attached as the confused Auto-
Closet tried to change Jack's body to the same shape as
its owner.
Just when Jack nearly passed out, the sucking motion and
shocks stopped. Slowly, each device detached from his
body. Jack looked in horror at his body. As the devices
on his chest detached, beneath them were supple pouting
breasts, his breasts! When the device on his head
lifted, long, black wavy hair fell down to his
shoulders. His hips were perfectly wide.
His body felt completely foreign to him. It was cold and
smooth without body and facial hairs, he felt extra
weight and a jiggling sensation on his chest. His hips
and derriere felt like that of another persons. He began
to wonder if he could ever change back into himself.
As if on cue, the ramp started up again, moving a
feminine- looking Jack to the next segment. This time,
metal thimbles attached to his fingers and his toes. A
mask slowly came out. Jack tried to move away, but it
attached to his face and a slight suction was applied.
Jack imagined he resemble an unfortunate victim from the
movie, "Alien". He felt moist, tickling sensations on
his lips, eyelids, lashes and cheekbones. He felt small
shocks around his eyebrows. The machine was determine to
make him look like Linda and he was helpless to stop it!
When the devices detached from his body, he saw that the
machine had giving him long, pink fingernails. He looked
down past his now maiden breasts and saw his toenails
were also pink. He could feel the makeup on his face.
His lashes, now long and full, rimmed his eyesight. His
lips were moist with lipstick. Perfume was sprayed on
his neck, between his breasts, and on his stomach. A
sharp pain in his lobes alerted him to pearl earrings
being attached to his ears.
The ramp moved him to the next segment. The changes the
machine gave to him began to overwhelm him. Mechanical
arms emerged from the wall. Lacy, pink french-cut
panties were pulled up his legs. At the same time, a
matching bra lowered over his raised arms, cupping his
breasts. The bra began to constrict around him as it was
fastened, slightly pushing his breasts up, giving him
cleavage. He winced at this effect. Next, beige
pantyhose were rolled up his legs.
The pantyhose made him feel strange, like something
smooth and silky was clinging tightly to his legs, but
he could feel the coolness of air as if he weren't
wearing anything. Next, a slip was pulled over his arms.
He felt the light touch of silk as it brushed down
against his pantyhose. A tight, fully lined, black-
patterned knee-high skirt rose over his hips.
He felt the zipper being tugged close from behind. A
white blouse began to encircle his upper torso as the
machine buttoned it on him. His arms slid through a
tailored jacket matching the skirt. His feet were
slipped into black patent high heel pumps and a matching
purse was dropped onto his shoulder.
Jack was scared. His breasts rose up and down as he
hyperventilated. At the end of the machine was a mirror.
He recognized his own eyes, but his face and body looked
like a women's. He was dressed head to toe in women's
clothes right down to the underwear. His body had real
breasts and hips. He had long, wavy shoulder length
hair. He felt like tearing off all of the clothes and
wiping off the make-up, but was powerless to do so.
As the machine pause for its owner to examine it's the
fruit of its labors, Jack began to mentally explore his
body. He could feel the constriction of his bra on his
breasts, the panties riding on his hips. The airy,
clinging feel of the pantyhose on his legs, which also
allowed him to wiggle and slide his toes in his high
heel pumps.
He could feel the slipperiness of his tight lined skirt
over his reshaped derriere. The scent of a women's
perfume reached his nose. Jack stared in shocking
fascination at the beautiful figure in the mirror and a
lady starred back, pink lips slightly agape.
A chime sounded and the machine spoke, "You look
gorgeous, Linda. Have a nice day at work." Then the
machine release its grip on Jack. He immediately began
to totter on his high heels and fell out of the exit of
the machine and passed out.
Part II: Awakening
Jack began to awaken from what seemed to be a terrible
nightmare. He dreamt that he was turned into a women and
forced to dress in women's clothes. He slowly came to
his senses and forced one of his eyes to open a crack.
He saw his long hair blocking his vision which shocked
him into reality. It was not a dream! "I am in lady's
clothes!" He tried to scream, but found that he must
have hit his throat when he passed out, and all that he
could manage was a faint whisper. He tried to get up,
but found that he was weak and dizzy.
When Jack shifted his weight to sit upright, he saw a
pair of men's shoes in front of him. Startled, Jack
looked up to see a man with a concerned look on his face
staring down at him! Jack began to panic: here he was
dressed to the hilt in women's clothing and a man was
looking at him. Could this man tell that Jack was a man
dressed as a woman? Jack tried to get up, but was still
too weak.
Jack tried to speak, but couldn't even whisper. The man
spoke, "Miss, are you O.K.?" He put his arm under Jack's
arm and supported his back. He put his other arm under
Jack's nylon-clad legs and lifted Jack up off of the
ground. Jack felt limp in the man's arms. He felt half-
naked because he had a short skirt on instead of pants.
As the man walked with Jack in his arms over to the bed,
he explained, "I am a doctor. Your Auto-Closet called me
when it sensed that you collapsed, Miss. I need to
examine you to see if you are O.K." Jack tried to
protest, to tell him to just leave, but was unable to
speak. From what Jack could tell, the doctor believed
that Jack was a lady without even a second glance.
The doctor placed Jack on the bed and as Jack tried
weakly to get up, the doctor pushed him back down.
"Please, errdots, Linda is it? Just relax. My name is
Steve by the way." The doctor reached down beside the
bed and opened his Doctor's bag, retrieving a
stethoscope. Jack felt his blouse being unbuttoned by
the doctor.
Alarmed, Jack tried to push the Doctor's hand away, but
was easily overpowered. Jack felt the Doctor's hand move
inside the top of his slip with the stethoscope. His
breast tingled with goosebumps as the Doctor's hand
brushed past his bra, to his heart. He felt the cold
metal of the stethoscope on his chest.
Jack look up as Steve rebuttoned his blouse. "Linda, you
seem fine, just a little exhausted, and that bruise on
your neck should keep you from talking for a while."
Jack saw that Steve was now smiling and looking at him
the way a man looks at a woman, only Jack wasn't a
woman!
Before Jack could react or protest, the doctor grabbed
Jack's shoulders and pulled him into his arms. His lips
touched Jack's painted lips. Jack was horrified and
revolted. Jack's horror gave his body the adrenaline it
needed to react. Jack lifted his hand and tried to punch
the doctor, but it ended in a slap with Jack's long
fingernails scratching the Doctor's face.
The doctor, angered by the slap and fearing that "Linda"
would report him to the authorities shouted, "Linda,
you're delirious! I must restrain you. Can I get some
help in here!" Two other doctors who were waiting
outside came in. Jack, struggling to get free of Steve,
found his arms being bound as the other two doctors
overwhelmed him.
He felt leather restraints being buckled to each wrist,
his arms being pulled apart and the ends of the
restraints being tied to each bedpost. His legs were
held tight as they were similarly being buckled. Fearing
that he might be accosted as a woman, Jack tried to keep
his legs together, but they were slowly pulled apart as
the doctors fastened the leg restraints to the bedposts
at the foot of the bed.
Here Jack was, lying spread-eagle and helpless. He was
all decked out on women's clothes and he could not speak
to tell them that he was not a girl and to help him
change back into his former self. One doctor pulled out
a hypodermic needle, "This will help you to sleep." Jack
felt a sting in his arm, and felt a slow burning
sensation move up his arm, then he began to relax. The
other doctor removed Jack's high heels saying, "We'll
contact your relatives to check up on you, Linda." Then
they left the room.
Jack felt a wisp of wind on his stocking feet as the
door closed. His head began to feel groggy. He struggled
against his bonds, but to no avail. He looked at his
wrists, shrugging as his painted fingernails reminded
him of his feminine state. The buckles looked secure. He
tried to fight the drug and remain awake, not wanting to
fall asleep in the state of dress that he was in. His
consciousness faded.
Jack forced his eyes open. How long had he been out for?
He deduced that he did not sleep for long, as the
relatives that the doctors said they would send to this
place had not arrived yet. Jack felt stronger and
struggled with the bonds. Just then, he heard a noise.
Someone was coming and Jack was prone, tied-up and
dressed as a girl.
Jack struggled some more against his bonds. The door to
the bedroom opened. Jack looked up and saw that it was a
girl with a surprised look on her face. "Who are you?"
she shouted. "Who tied you to my bed? Why are you
wearing my clothes?" It was the real Linda, just
returned from work. "I'm going to call the police!" and
Linda left the room.
Jack panicked and thought, "Not the police, what more
can happen to me!" He pulled at his restraints and a
bedpost snapped, freeing his right arm. Thank goodness
for cheap bed stands! He reached over and began
unbuckling the restraint on his left hand, listening to
Linda call the police in the next room.
It was difficult for Jack to unbuckle the restraints due
to his long fingernails, but finally he was free. He
heard Linda leave the room a go outside, speculating
that she did not want to be in the same room with a
complete stranger, bound or not. But Jack was free.
Jack walked to the machine, feeling an odd feeling as
his breasts bounced and his legs were constrained from
running by the tight skirt. Oddly, Jack walked rather
than ran as he unconsciously did not want to tear the
seemingly fragile garments that he was wearing.
Jack came to the entrance of the Auto-Closet, thinking
that if it could turn him into a woman, that it could
turn him back into good ol' Jack again. He paused at the
control panel and turned the "physical enhancement"
button off. "That should do it!" Jack said eagerly. He
jumped on the ramp, confident that the machine will
change him back into a man.
Again, the machine began, "Hello, Linda! How was work?"
The machine began it's autoscan, sensing that this
physical form did indeed match Linda's profile.
Mechanical arms came out and removed Jack's tailored
jacket and blouse. He felt his skirt being unzipped from
behind sliding smoothly down his legs and disappearing.
The machine removed his slip, and started to unfasten
his bra. Jack breathed a sigh of relief as the bra was
unhooked, taking the pressure from the bra straps off of
his sore shoulders.
Jack was prepared to be changed back into himself in the
second "physical augmentation" segment, but the ramp
took him past, into the third segment. Jack again
panicked, "Oh, no! It didn't work. I've got to get out
of here." But as he tried to move, the machine once
again set up a magnetic field which prevented him from
moving again. The make-up mask again snaked out at him
and attached to his face, reapplying and touching up his
previous make-up. He moved to the forth segment and saw,
to his frustration, that the mechanical hands were
waiting for him with more of Linda's clothes.
This time, the machine put peach colored panty briefs
and matching bra on him and a peach colored slip. Nude
pantyhose were pulled up his legs and a bright floral
print knee-length sundress flowed down around him,
colored with lavender and light blue on a white
background. Jack felt the dress tighten as the machine
zippered him into the dress. Lavender, opened-toed high
heel slings were placed on his feet and a matching purse
was placed on his shoulders.
The machine once again brought him to a mirror. Jack
stared at his reflection in frustration as it revealed
his figure, completely emasculated, almost a southern
belle in the sundress. Again, the machine move him to
the exit, and the force-field was released.
Jack nearly fell over when the force-field was released,
struggling to maintain balance in his flimsy high heel
slings. The pantyhose made his feet slip inside to
shoes.
Jack suddenly realized that he had to get out of here
before the police came. He quickly minced out of the
machine towards the bedroom door. No one was in the
living room and he stepped in. Surprised, he saw that
Linda had left her purse behind in her haste to leave
the building. He opened her purse and discovered a
pocket book with money and credit cards, make-up, and
other assorted items. He transferred them into his
lavender purse and ran to the front door.
What would Jack encounter in the outside of this future
world nightmare? Here he was dressed in a sundress,
completely made over as a girl. Even if he found men's
clothes, how was he to get his figure back to normal. He
could get his shoulder length hair easily cut like a
man's, but how could he disguise his jutting breasts and
wide hips?
Part III: Escape
Jack left the front door and found himself in what he
believed was a condo complex. He saw an elevator at the
end of the hall and headed towards it. He felt strange
as he walked, like he was half naked since he did not
have any pants on. His breasts jiggled, gently straining
the bra straps on his shoulders.
He was conscious of his wide hips and high heel slings
causing his posterior to sway from side to side. He felt
the dress brush against his pantyhose and a cool breeze
on his legs. He had to fight to keep balanced as his
stocking feet kept slipping in his slings. His hair
bounced around, tickling his shoulders.
Just as Jack reached the elevator, the elevator door
opened and two policemen came out, nearly bumping into
Jack. Jack was horrified. Had he come this far only to
be caught? He imagined being searched and "discovered"
to be a man.
They would throw him in a men's jail dressed to the hilt
in women's clothes with real breasts. He shuddered as he
thought what the prisoners would do to him. As Jack
stopped in his tracks, the policemen merely smiled at
Jack, like they would when encountering a pretty, young
woman. "Pardon me, Miss," one of them wink as they both
walked by. Startled, Jack strode into the elevator and
pressed the first floor button.
As the elevator doors opened on the first floor, Jack
saw a small crowd by the front desk, with Linda in the
center with a panicked look on her face. Jack looked
around and saw a parking garage exit and moved in. A
blast of cold air hit Jack's nylon- clad legs all the
way up to his panties as he entered the garage.
He reached down to stop the dress from blowing up and
dropped his purse, spilling its contents on the garage
floor. As he quickly scooped everything up, he saw men's
shoes in front of him and a familiar voice which sent a
chill through his spine, "May I help you, Miss?" It was
the doctor, dressed in civilian clothes! "Do you
remember me Linda?"
Jack thought about bolting through the front lobby to
get away, but remembered that the real Linda, and the
police, were there. Jack tried to run past Steve, but he
stumbled in his high heels and fell into Steve's arms.
He tried to scream, but Steve's hand cupped over Jack's
mouth. Jack began to struggle, but Steve was too strong
and Jack's clothing seemed only to hamper his efforts.
Jack was dragged to the rear of a van without windows.
Steve handcuffed one of Jack's hands while holding
Jack's mouth. Jack struggled wildly, but felt his other
arm slowly being brought behind his back. Soon it was
secured to the other arm. A gag was inserted in his
mouth and tied. Steve threw Jack's bound upper torso in
the van and grabbed Jack's legs, pulling them together
in a quick movement.
He tied Jack's feet together with a towel. When Jack
felt his legs being lifted into the van and he stopped
struggling, his bondage being complete. Jack sighed
heavily in frustration. Did this guy, so enamored with
Jack, know that Jack was really a man trapped in women's
clothing?
Steve, satisfied that Jack was securely bound, entered
the van to examine his prize. Jack looked helplessly at
Steve and cried out, "I'm not a girl! I'm not a girl!
I'm a man in women's clothes. Let me go!" But the gag in
his mouth muffled his screams into something
indiscernible to Steve. Steve look hungrily at the
gorgeous lady he hopelessly tied up. Her struggling made
it seem erotic to him.
Jack continued to struggle and shout as he felt a hand
on his leg, caressing it, sliding up and down his silky
pantyhose. He felt another hand softly touch his
breasts, squeezing and massaging them. His body began to
tingle, but he felt nausea sweep his mind.
He felt the hand on his leg move up to his derriere,
slowly massaging it, the fingers finding the top band of
his pantyhose and panties, and slowly pulling them down.
Jack desperately wanted to cry out, but the gag and
binding restrained him.
Just then, Jack saw through the open van doors what
looked like the lights of a police car being reflected
off the garage wall. A telltale squawk of a police radio
affirmed his hunch. Steve noticed to, and stopped. He
looked at Jack in frustration and stealthily left the
van and disappeared, leaving Jack helplessly bound in
gagged in the rear of the van, dressed as a girl.
Jack heard another sound as someone approached the van.
Was Steve returning? Was it the police? A voice said,
"What are these doors doing opened?", and Jack saw the
doors close. Jack heard the front door open and close.
Fortunately for Jack, the cab of the van was separated
by a partition, so at least Jack would not be discovered
for a while. Jack heard the engine being started, and
the van started to move.
Jack's arms were bound securely by the handcuffs, but he
found that he could move his legs due to the slippery
pantyhose he wore. He slid one leg against the other to
try to work free of the towel which bound his legs. The
rubbing of his dress and silk slip on his nylon- clad
legs and panties began to have and erotic effect on him
and he flushed.
The van turned a corner, and Jack rolled from the effect
onto his stomach. He saw his breasts being pushed up
from the top of the dress, showing cleavage and
reminding him of women he dated in the past. The sight
of cleavage on his own chest simultaneously stimulated
and humiliated him. He smelled the odor of his sweat
mixed with the women's perfume that the machine sprayed
on him, and the scent of his lipstick through his
labored breathing.
Jack's legs came free of the towel. He must figure a way
out of the handcuffs and the van before it stopped and
he was discovered. The van turned again and he rolled
across the floor and felt a sharp object, before he
rolled to a stop on the other side of the van wall. He
tried to move back to the spot where the object was, but
his high heels slowed his progress. He tried to kick off
the heels, but the straps on the slings held them
tightly on his feet. Clumsily, Jack squirmed back to the
spot where he felt the object. He found them again and
they felt like keys! Could it be that the handcuff keys
fell out of Steve's pocket during the struggle?
Jack managed to put the key in the handcuffs with
difficulty: his long fingernails kept getting in the
way. Finally, he turned the lock and he was free!
Just as Jack began to open the door, the van stopped and
Jack heard footsteps approaching the back of the van.
The doors opened, startling Jack and he found himself
starring at a rather pretty woman. The woman, equally
surprised, said, "Who are you and what are you doing
inside of my van?" Jack did not want her to discover
that he was a man, which, knowing Jack's luck, would
probably lead to more trouble so he tried to continue
his charade as a woman.
Jack, finding his voice returning to him in a high
delicate pitch, replied, "Someone tried to abduct me and
tied me up in the back of your van. He was scared away
when you came. I just now freed myself." She was
shocked, noticing the bindings in the back of the van
and the red welts on Jack's hands. She said, "You poor
thing! I'll contact the police!" "No, wait!" Jack
pleaded, "Please don't involve the police. I'm deeply
embarrassed by what happened." The woman paused and
thoughtfully said, "Please come stay with me, then,
until you recover. My name is Janet."
Part IV: Advanced Auto-Closet Model
"I'm Jackie," Jack replied as he was led into her house.
She sat Jack down and fed him as she talked about
herself, not wanting to bring up Jack's past traumatic
event. Jack learned that she was single and reasonably
well off, having inherited her home and wealth from
recently departed husband.
Janet observed Jackie from head to toe, noticing a
beautiful young girl in a bright sundress. Jackie's
dress was slightly torn in places and she had a run in
her nylons from her ordeal. Her face was dirty and her
make-up was smeared from her sweaty trip in the van. Red
welts were on her arms and legs.
Jack thought to himself that he should continue to
pretend to be a woman for just a few hours longer. If he
could get Janet to leave, he could sneak into the Auto-
Closet of her former husband and change back into a man:
Good ol' Jack, his former self. Then he would figure a
way out of this strange futuristic world.
Jack's thoughts were interrupted when Janet exclaimed,
"how rude of me! Janet, you should get cleaned up right
away. I happen to have a deluxe Auto-Closet model series
number 30001F, which has a built-in ultra-sonic shower."
Oh, no! Not again!" Jack thought as he was led to
Janet's Auto-Changer. The changer held Jack in place as
it scanned him. Being a more advanced series machine, it
detected the presence of Jack's male appendage. Being
programmed only for the female anatomy, it puzzled for a
few minutes and began to modify its program.
Jack saw the scan light stop in the area of his male
appendage and began to panic as he thought the machine
would try to remove it. He tried to struggle, but was
held in place. The machine began gingerly removing his
clothes. He felt his sundress being unzipped and slipped
over his head.
Next came his slip. The straps holding his high heel
open-toed slings were unbuckled and the shoes removed,
followed by his bra, pantyhose and panties until he was
completely nude. He saw a mechanical arm move towards
his groin and he shut his eyes to brace for the pain.
The pain did not come. Instead, a skin- like putty
substance attached itself to his appendage. It felt as
if it were alive as it flattened his profile to resemble
a female's lower torso, much to the machine's
satisfaction.
His body was cleaned thoroughly, fresh make-up applied,
and Jack found himself in a clingy knit cream-colored
mini-dress and matching high heel pumps.
Janet greeted him at the exit, "You look much better,
Jackie!" "Thank you Janet, but may I use the bathroom?"
Jack replied. "Of course, it just down the hall." Jack
walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it
behind him. Jack took off his high heels and pulled his
mini-dress up. He rolled his pantyhose down, careful not
to snag it with his long nails.
He pulled his panties down to examine the artificial
skin that the Auto-Closet attached to his groin. It
matched his real skin and gave the appearance of a
woman's clitoris. He could feel his appendage trapped
inside. He tried to pull the skin off, but it would not
come off. His appendage felt like it was in a gel.
Jack caught a glance of himself in the mirror and saw a
beautiful female with her dress pulled up above her
waist, pantyhose and panties pulled down her legs, with
her pelvis exposed. Only the woman in the mirror was
Jack! The image of the partially naked woman excited
Jack and his appendage began to grow inside the gel.
Thinking with disgust that the attractive woman in the
mirror was actually himself, Jack pulled up his panties
and pantyhose and pulled the dress down into place. He
slipped his feet back into the high heels and was about
to leave.
To Jack's surprise, the artificial skin that the
advanced Auto-Closet attached to his groin, was not
merely a disguise. It had neuro-receptors allowing it to
be functional. Being that Janet had been windowed and
was alone, she programmed her Auto-Closet to enhance her
physical appearance with neuro-stimulators for sexual
fulfillment. Janet had forgotten to disable this feature
when she forced Jack through. Sensing Jack's sexual
arousal, the neuro- stimulators in the gel surround
Jack's appendage began to react, stimulating and
massaging Jack with computer precision.
Jack felt an incredible sensation around his groin
build. He thought it unnatural to be stimulated and not
to have any control over it. He had to calm down! He
left the bathroom and asked Janet if he could lie down
to try to relax. Janet led him to a bedroom. Jack
immediately closed to door and lay down in the bed. The
bed had mirrors mounted above it. Jack saw his
reflection, a seductive young woman with flowing long
hair and a curvy body. The stimulators again kicked in.
Jack saw himself in the mirror, the nipples on his
breasts becoming visible through the knit mini-dress as
they became hard. His breaths became shallower as the
stimulation continued. He bent his leg and saw the woman
in the mirror, his reflection, reveal a shapely thigh
clad in pantyhose. He reached to his groin to try to
stop the stimulation, but it continued. The neuro-sensor
program was designed to bring a person to the brink of
orgasm for hours and beyond.
Jack started to coo now. His image in the mirror above
showed a girl parting her ruby red lips, half-shutting
her long, curled eyelashes in obvious pleasure. Jack
thought, "Help me! No I don't want this to happen.
Please stop, please stop! I'm not a girl and I do not
like wearing girls clothes!"
But the stimulation continued and Jack was inadvertently
placed in a sort of biofeedback state. He saw his
reflection, a beautiful young woman's reflection in the
mirrors above him, which aroused him. This caused the
neuro-stimulator to act on him, driving him crazy with
pleasure at the sight of him dressed as a woman.
He felt his breasts begin to swell, straining against
his push-up bra, enhancing his cleavage. His slip slid
against his silky underwear, stimulating him. As his
body began to tremble, his nylon clad legs began
brushing against the satin sheets. Sweat glistened on
his forehead and his makeup began to run. Strands of his
long wavy hair clung to his face. The woman in the
mirror looked incredibly erotic.
He smelled the woman's perfume that he was wearing and
the odor of his lipstick, triggered by his sweating. He
was powerless to resist. His head pounded, his body
ached. The woman in the mirror was cringing, arching her
back, curling up in a ball. He was helpless, dressed
completely as a woman and unable to move, being driven
mad with pleasure.
He began to thrust his hips unconsciously as his
reflection showed a woman thrusting her torso towards
him. The neuro- stimulator program knew 517 ways to
cause a man to orgasm and 1,203 ways to cause a woman to
orgasm. It's effect was profound on Jack. Jack couldn't
stand it. He wanted to rip his dress off, tear off his
bra and nylons to prove his manhood to himself, but the
seductive woman in the mirror prevented him, and forced
him to stay totally decked out.
His senses heightened, threatening to overwhelm him. He
felt completely foreign to himself as his panties, bra,
pantyhose, slip, dress, high heels and make-up clung
tightly to him. Suddenly, he exploded in an
uncontrollable orgasm, sending a shudder through his
body. The neuro-stimulators did not give up as he
orgasmed again. He desperately wanted it to stop, unable
to take any more. Again, he orgasmed, his reflection in
the mirror shaking like a rag doll. Slowly, the
stimulation subsided.
Jack lay in bed for awhile, watching his reflection in
the mirror, his breasts rising and falling with each
breath. His dress somewhat lifted up, partly revealing
his derriere and the telltale dark line where the panty
part of the pantyhose began. A hint of lace from his
skirt winked out at him.
He slowly rose to the side of the bed, allowing the
plush bedroom carpet to tickle his damp, nylon clad
feet. Jack thought for a moment and decided that he must
change back into a man before he lost the willpower to
resist his forced feminization.
He unlocked the bedroom door and opened it just a crack.
The halls were silent - Janet was nowhere to be seen.
Jack moved in his stocking feet, holding his high heels
in his hands as he moved to the master bedroom, where
the male "Auto-Closet" was. No one was inside.
Jack pressed the "enable" switch on and to his relief,
the machine sprang to life. He walked onto the ramp and
the door lifted up, his heart beating faster as he
neared his goal. As the ramp moved him into the first
compartment, he was suddenly surprised by a tingly
sensation in his groin area.
"Oh, no! Not now!" The auto-stimulators mistook his
suspense for sexual arousal. He tried to move his hand
down to his groin, but a magnetic field from the Auto-
Closet held him fast. Here was Jack, looking like a
complete woman in a mini-dress and heels, frozen on a
ramp like a dress shop mannequin, just inches away from
his goal. The stimulation increased, raising goosebumps
on Jack's body. The ramp move him into the scanning
area.
The male computer became confused as it scanned Jacks
body. The characteristics did not resemble that of a
male. Jack willed the computer to hurry as the
stimulation electrified. The computer made up its mind
to give its owner a more masculine build, assuming that
too much beer led his body to its current state. The
computer voice clicked, "Proceeding with male physical
amplifications."
Jack felt ecstatic. Finally, he will be free of these
terrible lady's garments. But as the computer was about
to begin to transform Jack, a strange glowing light
began to encircle him. The space-time continuum began to
bend around him. "No!" Jack screamed.
He realized that a time machine that he had constructed
to bring him into this future time was now calling him
back before he could change back into a man. Once
returned back to his own present time, a time before
Auto-Closets existed, he would be stuck as a woman for
the rest of his life!
It was a race against time as the male Auto-Closet began
to remove his dress and underwear and the time machine
continued to build the energy necessary to transport
Jack back. All of Jack's clothes were off and the
computer began the physical enhancements. Would there be
enough time? Jack looked at his hand. It began to slowly
fade before his eyes. Mechanical disks from the Auto-
Closet attached to Jack's chest and posterior. Just a
few seconds more...
Epilogue
Janet returned to the master bedroom, hearing noises of
her departed husband's Auto-Closet running. When she
peered through the front opening, there was no one
inside. Janet turned the machine off and called for
Jackie, but there was no answer.
In another part of the city, a doctor named Steve was
arrested by the police, charged with the abduction and
disappearance of a girl discovered in one Linda Somer's
apartment. He subsequently escaped, disguising himself
as a woman using an Auto-Closet. Unknown to him, the
model he used was an ultra-deluxe Auto-Closet model
series number 78900F.
He discovered, to his horror, that he was unable to
change back into a man, even when using a male Auto-
Closet model series number 78900M. He was subsequently
recaptured and sent to a women's prison where he was
repeatedly accosted by the inmates and eventually went
mad.
Jack, back in his own time now, was just a few weeks
away from finishing his latest project. He was making
good time. Deep inside of the complex machine he
inserted a circuit board and ran the diagnostics. The
fifth segment of the machine was briefly active, then
was shut down. Jack grinned. He wiped to sweat from his
brow using the sleeve of his white lab coat. "Yes, just
a few more weeks!"
Jack extricated himself from within the machine. Tired,
he looked up at the clock and decided to call it quits.
He removed his lab coat and hung it on a rung. Then he
noticed a snag in his pantyhose. "Shit!" He exclaimed.
Then he shrugged, touching up his lips with coral pink
lipstick and adjusting his dress. He turned all the
lights out in his lab save one. The lone light
illuminated a sign on the machine that Jack was working
on.
The sign read, "Auto-Closet model series number 00001M,
male version."
FIN
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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