Future House - The Full Cycle

by Kelly Davidson
kelly@tgender.net

 

Special thanks to Patti Bart, Denise Em, and Steve Zink for proofing this story.

Fade in…

Mark slid himself into the kitchen and looked around. His small size, thanks to a reducing formula that modern science had developed, allowed him to fit through the small dog door without any problem. He had taken a large dose of the formula that had reduced his 5'8" frame to 22" in height. The effects were temporary; over the next fourteen hours he would return to his normal size in three separate growth spurts.

The Future House was the prototype for the way all new houses would be built one day. At least, that's what the developers at 'Morgan Advance Homes' hoped for. Built around a high power PC, the house was designed to do everything from making the meals to getting everyone ready for work or play. It was a similar concept to what the cartoon characters, the Jetson's, lived in.

Mark had been employed to work on the security of the house; fixing cameras, sensor alarms, and the advance security drone that protected the inside. It was for this reason he had been approached by two men to steal the micro-programming chip inside the PC. The young man couldn't turn down 100 grand in cold, hard cash.

Being careful not to make any noise, Mark moved from the kitchen toward the storage room where the PC was located. He had waited several hours after the night shift had left to make his move. It was Friday morning, and things were peaceful at the site. Everyone was off today, due to it being the 4th of July weekend. The only one on duty was the mechanical security force that Mark had access too.

A whirling noise caught the young man's attention. He had programmed the security drone to be upstairs checking around when he broke in, but instead, it was on the main floor heading his way. Mark moved quickly in the only direction that he could, down the hallway toward the steps. To his horror, the whirling sound got louder. With only one route left, Mark ran up the steps and ducked into the only door that was open. It turned out to be the nursery.

The soft whine of the drone indicated it was moving up the steps to investigate the noise its electronic ears had picked up. Mark looked around the room, but there wasn't any place to hide. There was a closet, which he knew the drone would check first. There was also a crib, playpen, and the changing box. Realizing his options were limited, Mark ran over to where the changing box sat. After making sure the power was off, he carefully slid himself inside before the security drone entered the room. It hummed lightly as it flew around checking the closet and toy box for intruders. Satisfied there wasn't one, the drone left the room and resumed it's patrol.

Mark lay there for a moment to make sure it was gone. He looked around the inside of the changing box, and noticed a series of ten mechanical hands on each side. The hands looked cold and sinister as they waited silently for instructions. The mechanical hands looked similar to real hands, except they were made of some kind of rubber material. Their arms were simply shafts of cold steel. Mark felt a shiver of fear move up his spine, and started to wiggle his way out. All of a sudden there was a clicking sound, and a light came on. To Mark's absolute horror, the mechanical hands sprang to life and started removing his clothes. Soft music flooded the box in an attempt to calm the panicked man down.

"Stop it, you stupid machine," Mark shouted, which the changing box chose to ignore. The young man kicked at the hands that had removed his socks and shoes, and was now working on his pants. But no matter how hard he struggled, it was no use; the designers had built the machine to deal with unruly babies. Several more hands grabbed his shirt and proceeded to pull it over his head. The changing box worked with great speed and efficiency. In a matter of seconds, Mark found himself lying there completely naked.

"Oh, NO!" Mark shouted, as one of the hands produced a bottle of baby powder while another pulled something white out of a box in the corner.

Two hands grabbed his feet and effortlessly lifted his butt off the mat. Another pair of hands professionally slipped a pair of pampers underneath him. Mark screamed in terror for the machine to stop.

"Shhhhh, shhhh," the female voice of the changing box said to him.

"It's okay, little one, mommy's right here. It's all right."

"Damn it, STOP, you STUPID machine!" Mark yelled back. "You got the wrong person, I'm NOT A LITTLE BABY!"

But the machine didn't responded to his words, instead going to its task with full force. First it sprinkled the diaper and his groin area generously with the baby powder. Then the hands holding his feet gently lowered him onto the waiting diaper. Mark felt his butt touch the soft cushion of the diaper and cringed. Before he had time to react, several hands had already wrapped the diaper around him and taped it together. Mark tried tugging at the diaper, but found it impossible to take off. Years of trial and error had produced a diaper that wouldn't come off unless the parents wanted it to.

"There, that wasn't painful," the female voice hummed.

A door slid open at his feet, and Mark found himself being moved out of the changing box at a fast pace. Standing at the end of the box was a robot dressed in a black French maid's uniform, complete with the lacy petticoat underneath. Mark recognized what it was. The robot was an

N-142F, or nanny unit. Its job was to take care of the children in the house. While clearly a robot, it did have some female features, giving it an eerie, almost human look to it. Mark was shocked to see that it was even operating. It was standard operating procedure to shut down all the robots when everyone was gone. The nanny gave him a cold, mechanical smile as it picked him up.

"Good morning, Stacy," it said with enthusiasm. "I have a special outfit picked out for you. Let's get you dressed."

"Wait a minute!" Mark yelled out. "Let me go. My name's not Stacy, and I'm not a LITTLE baby!"

"Oh," the robot spoke, while holding onto Mark with almost no effort on its part. "In that case, I'd better introduce myself. My name is Janet, your personal nanny. I'm here to take good care of you. And what would your name be, my young child?"

"You stupid machine, I'm not A CHILD! My name is Mark, and I'm a full grown man!"

The robot thought about his statement for a full seven seconds - a lifetime in computer terms. It analyzed over 1.5 million scenarios to determine what to do. Finally, it determined that this had to be a test by its programmers to see how it would react. Its program looked at all the facts before coming to its decision.

"Silly baby," the robot replied. "You’re too small to be an adult, and Mark is a boy's name. My programming clearly indicates you are a little girl. Therefore, your name must be Stacy, and I will continue to call you that. Now, lets get you dressed, Stacy. I have the cutest outfit picked out for you today."

The robot ignored Mark's continuing protests, and carried him over to a padded table where a pile of clothes was waiting. The confused nanny picked up the lacy, yellow petticoat and stuffed it over the young man's head. Carefully, it pulled it slowly over his body. The young man tried getting away, but Janet's grip was unbreakable. Quickly the nanny followed the petticoat by pulling something else that was frilly and lacy over his head. It turned out to be a yellow party dress, lavished with delicate ribbons and bows. The dress and petticoat barely covered the diaper he was wearing. Next the nanny pulled out a frilly baby bonnet and tied it under his chin.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Mark screamed, as he raised his hands to try and stop the robot.

The nanny ignored his outburst, and laid him down on his back. Two hands reached out from the wall and held his shoulders firmly to the padded mat - not allowing the trapped man to tear off his new clothes or get away. The nanny pulled something white with ruffles covering it from a drawer close by.

"Pretty panties for a pretty little girl," it said with a cold smile. It seemed to have no sympathy for what it was doing to the trapped man.

"No, no, you damn robot. Stop doing this to me!" Mark kicked his feet furiously at the panties.

"Silly baby, I'm trying to make you pretty," the robot said, while pushing both of his feet into the leg holes. "Hold still now!"

Mark felt the robot slide the panties up his legs and over his diaper. With a snap around the waist, the panties were positioned in place. Next, something soft and warm was placed on his feet. That something turned out to be a pair of yellow baby booties. As the nanny picked Mark up off the table, he saw his image in the mirror and almost cried for real. He looked every bit the part of a three-month-old baby. The robot opened the closet door and pulled out a baby stroller.

"It's such a pretty day outside, I'm going to take you for a stroll in the park."

"OH NO, not the PARK!" Mark shouted, while struggling to get away. He found it was a useless effort. "Don't take me someplace where there'll be other people around. Stop what you're doing, you stupid robot, I don't want to go outside dressed like this!"

"Don't fight me, little one," Janet replied, while sticking a pacifier in his mouth. "The fresh air will help you grow up to be big and strong."

Mark spat the pacifier out, but the nanny quickly stuck it back in again. He tried to spit it out again, but this time the robot pushed a small button on the end of the pacifier, and Mark found himself unable to remove it. Carefully, the nanny tied the ribbon attached to the pacifier around his neck.

Sweat glistened off Mark's forehead, and he felt flush as the nanny plopped him into the stroller seat. The robot flipped a switch in back, and suddenly, there was a force field around his body. No matter how hard he struggled, Mark couldn't get up. It was another jump in technology; it prevented babies from falling out of the stroller or being snatched by strangers. But the field was doing overtime today. It was forcing the young man to sit and be taken to wherever the nanny thought fit.

The nanny mindlessly piled a couple of bags into the back of the stroller, one of them being a diaper bag that caused Mark to wince in horror. The robot carefully carried the stroller down the steps and out the front door. It sat the stroller down on the sidewalk where people were walking by. Mark felt a slight push from behind, and found himself joining the crowd. He kept quiet, afraid of what would happen if someone found out who he was. Several of the women they passed smiled at him, a few even stopped to check out what they thought was a beautiful baby girl. Mark nearly died of embarrassment each time that happened. They would talk to him in baby talk, and tell him what a pretty little girl he was. However, the worse was still to come.

In the park, Janet spotted a large group of women along with some other robot nannies, each of them caring for a baby. Mark could do nothing but watch in alarm and fright as the nanny made a turn and headed in that direction. Mark fidgeted in apprehension as they stopped in the middle of the nursing mothers who smiled at him as if he were another little baby. He felt the force field being turned off just before the nanny picked him up.

"There, little girl, don't you feel better?" the nanny cooed, while sitting down on a park bench near a young, attractive woman. Her eyes lit up when she saw Mark in its hands.

"Oh my," she said to the nanny. "What a cute little girl! What's her name?"

"This is Stacy," the nanny said, and added, "Stacy is a pretty little girl."

"She sure is," the young woman agreed. She leaned over, and in a pleasantly cheerful voice said, "Hello, little Stacy. Such a pretty little girl - yes, you are - yes, you are. Can you smile for me, pretty little girl?"

The woman said to the nanny, "I'm Tina, and I've always wanted a little girl I could take care of. I wish she were mine!"

"I was just getting ready to give Stacy her bottle," the robot explained. "Would you like to feed her?"

The young woman's eyes sparkled with excitement. "May I? Oh yes, I would love to."

The robot carefully handed the precious bundle over to the young woman and pulled a bottle out of the bag. "I'll warm up her bottle, it'll only take a minute."

Mark gazed into the happy eyes of the blonde haired woman, with an angelic face and a body to die for. She pressed him tightly against her

D-cup chest, and moved her arm firmly under his back, while she played with some of the ribbons on his frilly dress. Her breasts were soft and warm, and under normal conditions, this would have been a dream come true for the young man; but right now, all he wanted to do was shrivel up and die from embarrassment. The nanny handed the young woman a baby bottle and with great enthusiasm, she placed it in his month.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Tina cooed to him. "Drink it all down, so you'll become big and strong like your mommy."

The formula tasted horrible, and Mark wanted to spit it out. Instead, he forced himself to swallow it, knowing that the only way out of this mess was to keep quiet and play out the part of a little baby the best he could. If someone found out about this, there would be hell to pay at work - and he would be the one holding the bill. In the distance, the town hall clock tolled 11 o'clock, causing Mark to jump a little. At noon he would have his first growth spurt, and that wasn't something he wanted others to see. He began drinking down the horrible tasting formula faster in the hope it would get him out of the clutches of this woman who was dreaming about her future motherhood. Tina giggled happily.

"Looks like you were real hungry, sweetheart," Tina said softly, as she proceeded to rock him slightly in her arms. Mark felt her breast rubbing against his cheek, and her hand gently patting him on the bottom of his diaper. The thought of being cared for by this foxy, young woman started turning him on. He pushed the thought away - it was dangerous to think like that. Instead he concentrated on emptying the bottle. After about ten minutes worth of work, it was empty.

"Here," the nanny said, while placing a towel over the young woman's shoulder. Mark found himself being lifted up against her chest. Lightly, she patted him on the back and said sweetly, "Come on, honey. Give me a nice, big burp."

The young man closed his eyes in shame, and made some noise meant to satisfy her. When he opened them back up, he was shocked to see a blanket lying out on the bench beside her. The young girl placed him on the blanket, and wrapped it around what she mistook to be a small baby. She placed the pacifier in his mouth and gently lifted him back up to her breasts.

"I bet you must be tired after that big meal, little girl," she said lovingly, while rocking him back and forth.

Mark sucked harder on the pacifier in fear, not daring to take it out, even though he could. Tina smiled deeply, and began singing a lullaby to him like she used to do with her play dolls. "Rock a bye, and good night - my sweet lit-tle baby."

Mark closed his eyes, praying this would all be over soon - and knowing if he didn't get back to the Future House by noon it would be. He pretended to fall asleep, even snoring softly through his little nose.

Finally, the young woman stopped singing and said, "I think she's asleep, Janet. I'll give her back to you."

Mark found himself being passed from one set of hands to another, and then lowered into the stroller which was laying flat. He didn't move a muscle as he felt the gentle movement of the stroller being pushed. Every now and then he opened up his eyes to make sure they were still heading back to the Future House. Finally, he felt Janet lifting him up the front steps and through the door. Once inside, Mark started yelling to be released.

The nanny, mistaking the outburst for something else, picked Mark up and took him back upstairs to the nursery. She placed him inside the changing box and pressed a button. The door closed and the machine sprang to life. Hands moved out from the walls and removed his pretty dress, petticoat, bonnet, and panties, then the diaper. Another diaper was placed underneath Mark, and the process of changing him began again.

Mark kicked his feet to stop this from happening, but there were too many hands for him to deal with. In a rather short period of time, he was powered and diapered once more. However, the changing box didn't stop there. Mark screamed in anger and frustration when he saw one of the hands come toward him holding a pink nightie. It placed the nightie over his head and pulled it down. No sooner had his head poked out, another hand plopped a baby bonnet on his head and tied it. But the changing box wasn't finished yet.

A pair of hands picked him up while others draped a pink blanket underneath him. Mark screamed in alarm as the hands wrapped him up tightly in the thick, soft blanket in an almost loving way. He tried moving his arms, but they were firmly trapped inside. In fact, the only thing sticking out from the blanket when the hands were done was his head. The door opened, and Janet was happily waiting for him on the other side.

"Nap time for the little girl," it rang out in a calculating tone. The nanny picked Mark up and laid him tenderly in the crib. It placed a pacifier in his mouth, and turned on the field so he couldn't remove it.

"Nightie night, Stacy," Janet said sweetly, just before flipping off the light.

Mark struggled against the blanket, hoping he could free himself, and not having any luck. He was trapped inside the soft blanket. Suddenly he felt his body changing, as the first step of returning back to his normal size took place. The room started to spin, and the clothes and blanket split as his body grew. By the time the change was completed, he had grown almost a foot in height.

'I'm free,' Mark thought, pulling the last pieces of the blanket and nightie off his body. The diaper was still wrapped tightly around him, and somehow hadn't managed to split open. Mark tried to remove the pacifier, but couldn't figure out how to turn the force field off. His struggle brought the nanny back into the room.

"Jamie, why are you dressed like that?" Janet asked confused. "You have to get ready, your friends will be here any minute." The robot reached over and, much to Mark's relief, turned off the pacifier's force field and removed it from his mouth.

"You can play dress-up when your friends get here," the robot said while grabbing hold of his hand. To the young man's horror, it dragged him from the nursery into a little girl's room filled with dolls and other feminine things. In one corner was a large changing box, with its door open and the lights on.

"Go on, it's all ready," Janet reassured him. The robot positioned itself behind Mark, and proceeded to push him inside.

'This can't be happening,' the young man thought. 'Everything should be shut down for the weekend. What the hell is going on here?'

Mark looked inside, and saw several lacy things already laid out for him. He definitely didn't want to go in there. He turned to get away, but the nanny robot blocked his path.

"Stop it, you stupid nanny," he cried out as it spun him back around.

"I'm not a little girl, nor am I one of these test dummies you work with. LET ME GO!"

"My, my, Jamie, you're so excited that you don't know which way to go," the robot giggled. "Now, in you go."

With one stern push, Mark was forced inside the changing box. Before he had a chance to turn around, the door closed. Immediately, several hands sprang into action and pulled the tattered diaper off his body. For that he was relieved, but it was short lived. Several more hands proceeded to dress him, pulling a pair of blue, nylon panties up his naked body. They were silky smooth, and he shivered when they were slid over his manhood.

A pair of hands grabbed his, and raised them above his head. Mark watched in fright as a poofy, blue petticoat with five lacy tiers was lowered over him. He struggled to stop this from happening, but it was useless. With one final tug, the petticoat was pulled into place. The hem of the petticoat just covered his butt.

Another pair of hands grabbed his hands, and the first set let go. Mark looked up, and instantly saw the reason why. A very feminine, little girl's party dress started to descend upon him. The color of the dress was royal blue with white lace trimming around the collar. Blue ribbons and bows adorned the outfit around the hem and sleeves, and a white ribbon circled the waist. In the back was an extra large white bow, a complement to the frilliness of the outfit. Mark fought against the mechanical hands with all his might, but failed to break free. Four more hands reached out and grabbed the hem. They parted the skirt and slowed pulled it over Mark's head.

"Oh no, no, now wait, wait," Mark cried. "You stupid machine! Hold it, hold it, STOP!"

The changing box ignored his instructions, and pulled the dress over his head. The four hands let go of the hem, and the skirt drifted down over the lacy petticoat. The four hands then reached back out and carefully smoothed the skirt over the petticoat. Another hand zipped the dress up, sealing him into it. More hands were busy forcing a pair of white, lacy socks and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes onto his feet. Another moved closer holding a small bottle. It circled around his body, swiftly spraying some sweet smelling perfume on him. Next a wig with long, curly hair was placed on his head. Blue ribbons were attached to his new hairdo, while more hands worked hard to add some jewelry around his wrists and neck. Finally a pair of white, silk gloves were forced onto his hands. Once completed, all of the mechanical hands shot back into a ready position on the wall.

Mark stood there shaking, almost afraid to see what he looked like as a large mirror was lowered so he could see the fruits of the machine's labor. He gasped when he saw a six-year-old girl staring back at him.

"All done," the changing machine announced. A hand shot out and shoved a cute little baby doll into his arms. Out of reaction Mark grabbed it, and the doorway opened. Mark found himself being spun around and pushed outside. The dress sashayed back and forth as the confused man walked out of the changing box and into the bedroom.

"What the hell am I going to do now?" Mark asked himself as he dropped the doll and held the skirt out in front of him with both hands. He pressed down on the skirt/petticoat, and it popped back out like magic.

"Jamie, your friends are here," Janet announced happily from the doorway. Mark noticed two small robots standing next to nanny dressed up as little girls. Both were female models, and wore outfits similar to what he had on. Each one gave him a cold, mechanical smile as they strolled over to where he was standing.

"Now, you girls play nice," Janet beseeched them. "I don't want to hear anything but giggling coming out of this room."

"Hi, Jamie, I'm Sandy," one of the robots said. She was dressed in a frilly yellow dress and held a baby doll in her arms.

"I'm Mandy," the one in the red dress said. "We want to be your friends. We're going to have so much fun. Let's play with our dolls. I named my baby Cindy. What did you name your baby, Jamie?"

Mark watched Janet turn and leave. Seeing his chance, the young man slowly started heading for the door. "Sorry girls, but I have to leave," he told them.

"But what about our fun day?" they complained together. "We were going to have a tea party and play house and maybe even dress up."

"Another time," Mark told them. He was just about to leave the room when he heard the dreaded sound of the security drone coming down the hallway.

"Oh, shit," he cursed. Why would it be heading this way now? He looked back at the two robots staring at him in confusion. That was why! The security drone was heading this way to find out why he was acting so strangely. His new friends must have signaled the drone that something wasn't right, and it was rushing to see what the problem was. Unlike the two girl robots or the nanny, the security drone had real intelligence. If anything looked out of place it would contact the police immediately.

The drone entered the room and made some clicking sounds as it checked everything out. Mark realized he had to do something and fast. He quickly ran over to his doll and picked it up off the floor. He turned to the two girls and giggled, "Let's dress up our dollies and have a tea party."

As the two girls laughed with joy and scrambled over to a box filled with doll clothes, the security drone hovered in place with a stern eye on him. Mark forced himself to giggle repeatedly like the happy little girl he was supposed to be, and rushed to join his new unwanted playmates. The next several hours were torture on him. First they dressed up their dolls and fed them a bottle. If that wasn't bad enough, afterwards they sang a lullaby to them.

Next it was time to play dress up, and Mark was forced to put on some pretty lavish dresses and frilly hats. Once dressed, the three girls sat down for a tea party while holding their dolls tightly in their arms. They drank fake tea and complimented each other on how grown up they looked. After that was over, they removed the grown up clothes and played girls games, like jacks and jump rope. Mark couldn't help but think how silly he must have looked jumping rope with his skirt and petticoat shooting up revealing his pretty panties.

When the girls were finished playing games, they picked up their dolls again and proceeded to dig through the huge box of doll clothes finding something new for them to wear. Thus, the routine started again, all under the watchful eye of the security drone. After almost four hours straight, and just when Mark thought he would lose what little sanity he had left, the drone quietly left the room.

'Finally,' Mark thought, as he pretended to take a drink from his empty teacup. He waited until the other girls were occupied before making a break for it. If he could sneak into a boy's bedroom, he could change out of this ridiculous outfit. But just when Mark saw his chance, the room starting to spin as the next growth phase began.

'Oh no, not now,' he said to himself. Mark felt himself get bigger, ripping apart the little girl's dress he was wearing. He now towered several inches over his robot playmates that were too busy attending to their dolls to notice the change. Mark slowly started backing toward the door, and bumped into something hard. It was that blasted nanny, and it was giving him a frosty smile.

"Jane, I was looking for you," it said. The robot grabbed his hand and pulled Mark into the hallway. "Your lesson is about to begin. Come with me, dear."

"Lesson, what lesson?" Mark blurted out. This time the nanny led him downstairs to the ballroom.

"Why, your ballet lessons, dear," Janet replied while taking him into the dressing room. "I have your outfit already programmed for you."

"Ballet! I don't want to take ballet!" Mark protested. "Please, just let go of me."

"Come dear," the robot insisted. "The rest of the class is waiting."

Once more Mark was pushed into a changing box, and once more it performed its task with great efficiency. His old, torn clothes were removed, and a pink tutu was slipped over his body. Pink tights were also added, as was a pair of tight ballet slippers. After Mark was dressed, pink ribbons were added to his hair. Then, with a gentle nudge, the young man was pushed out into the waiting arms of the nanny. Janet literally dragged him into the ballroom, where a female teacher and three other robot students were waiting.

"Hello, Jane," the teacher said. It was dressed in a black bodysuit that made the robot almost look like a real woman. The robot clapped its hands together and said, "Okay, girls, let's begin. First we'll do some stretching exercises, and then we'll learn some new steps."

Music flooded the room, and Mark followed the lead of the other dancers. The stretching exercises took almost fifteen minutes to complete, and the young man found himself incredibly sore before the lesson had even started.

Next, he watched his teachers go through a series of moves they were to learn. The young man did the best he could. His toes hurt like hell as he tiptoed across the room endlessly. When he tried to quit, the teacher reached behind and held him up, forcing Mark to do things correctly. He watched his reflection in the mirror, that of a clumsy teenage girl trying to dance like an angel. After a few hours, the dance teacher released Mark back into the waiting arms of his pestering nanny. She in turn led him to the dinning room for supper.

After a light meal of fruit and salad, Mark was whisked upstairs to a waiting bath. That's when the final growth staged happened, and Mark found himself back to his normal, adult size. While he was sitting naked in the warm water surrounded by a mass of bubbles, Janet came in with a thick, pink robe.

"Time for bed, Jill," she told Mark, confusing him once more with another female resident. Mark figured it had to be the wig he was wearing. Careful as to not alert the nanny, he got out of the tub slowly and positioned the robe between his private area and the robot's prying eyes. Once he was covered, Janet led him into another bedroom, this one definitely feminine to the extreme.

The room was bright pink with frilly pink curtains. There was a queen-size bed in one corner with a pinkish canopy. The carpet was off-white, the only thing not girlish about the room, but everything else from the dolls on the shelves to the pictures on the wall screamed out 'girl'. Like the other rooms, this one also had its own changing box, and Janet was quick to lead him to it.

"I already programmed it for you, Jill." The nanny seemed anxious for Mark to step inside, but the young man saw a chance to escape. All he had to do was get the robot to leave him alone so he could slip away.

"Janet, I could really use some warm milk before going to bed," he said in a low, feminine tone. "Can you bring me some, please?"

"I already prepared you some," Janet smiled while handing over a glass. "I knew you liked warm milk before bedtime, Jill."

Mark was dumbfounded; how could this robot know that? More important, what else did this nanny have in store for him? He quickly drank down the milk, and turned to face his next new experience. He was sure it was going to be the worst one yet.

The door to the changing box opened, and Mark reluctantly stepped inside. The door closed behind him and the machine sprang to life. The cold, mechanical hands reached out from the wall and removed his robe. A pair of white, nylon panties was drawn over him. His hands were lifted high in the air, and Mark felt the cool touch of something silky sliding down his body. It turned out to be a long, cream-colored nightie femininely lavished with lace around its plunging neckline. A robe of similar style and color was draped around his body and tied in place. Fluffy, pink slippers were slid onto his feet which, after the torture of practicing ballet for a couple of hours, felt absolutely wonderful. The door opened, and Mark walked back into the room.

"Well, you look lovely, Jill," the nanny remarked. "Are you ready for bed now?"

Mark was about to say 'no', when he felt the room spinning around him.

That was strange, he couldn't be having another growth spurt. There was no reason for him to feel that way. The robot, sensing all was not right, grabbed Mark's arm and helped him over to the bed where the covers had already been drawn.

"What's happening to me? Why am I so tired?" Mark muttered.

"It must be those pills I put in your milk," Janet explained while removing his robe and slippers.

"Pills?" Mark asked in a daze.

"Yes, sleeping pills," the nanny went on as it helped Mark into the bed. "I sensed you might not sleep well tonight - with your big day tomorrow.

So I put a couple of sleeping pills in your milk to help you relax. In a few minutes you're be off to dreamland and when you awake, it'll be time to get ready for the big event." The robot seemed quite pleased with what it had done.

"Big day? I - what?" Mark was finding it impossible to keep his eyes open. The nanny slid the blanket over him and turned off the lights.

"Good night, Jill," it sang out oh so sweetly. "Soon it will be tomorrow - your big day. I can't wait to get you ready."

Mark tired to respond, but couldn't; he was too tired. Instead, he focused on getting to his feet. He had to get the hell out of there. With all his might, he tried to sit up. This effort zapped what strength he had left, and Mark ended up rolling onto his side and falling into a deep sleep.

"Nightly night," he heard Janet say just before his mind went dark.

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"Come on, get up sleepyhead," Mark heard someone telling him. It was Janet, and she was pulling the covers off him.

"I want to sleep," he complained, sitting up on the side of the bed with his eyes half-opened. He noticed it was still dark outside.

"You can lay back down in a minute," Janet replied. "Now, raise your arms up high."

Mark did as ordered, and the robot lifted the nightgown off him. Then it helped the young man stand and removed his panties.

"This way, dear," it indicated.

Still in a daze from the effects of the pills, Mark followed the robot blindly to a table. His eyes were barely open, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on.

"Lay down, dear," Janet ordered. Mark was only too happy to do so. He noticed the table felt as if it were molded for his body - except it was a little tight in places. The robot moved his arms out to his side, and suddenly the young man felt something slap against the top part of his body.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"What the hell?" Mark shouted in panic and dazed confusion. "What's going on here?"

Mark looked closely, and saw he was lying in some kind of body suit. It was slightly bigger then he was, but not by much. The nanny robot quickly proceeded locking down the top part of the suit with great efficiency.

"What are you doing - LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he screamed.

"Calm down, Jill," Janet replied impassively. "I noticed yesterday that your body was a little out of shape, so I brought in the body modifier to fix things. I'll have you looking pretty again in no time."

'Snap! Snap! SNAP!' the locks clasps sounded, as Janet moved around the suit.

"But I don't want you to modify my body," Mark pleaded. He heard more locks snapping into place.

"You want to look your best, don't you?" the nanny asked. "You're just worried about your big day going off without a hitch. That's natural, of course. Now just relax, and let me worry about all those details, dear."

"What big day? What are you talking about?"

Snap! Snap! Snap! The robot locked a few more latches and the suit got a little tighter.

"Oh my, you really are nervous," Janet giggled coldly. "Why, this big day."

The robot turned the body suit toward the corner, and the young man gasped. There was a mannequin dressed in a pure white, princess wedding gown with a traditional veil. The sleeves were long and silky with beads around the ends. The neckline was covered with delicate, flower lace. In the back was a long train, with a massive sized bow at the waist. It was a dress of every girl's dreams, and Mark's nightmare.

"No, no - you can't be serious," Mark protested. "I don't want to wear that dress. Please, take it away and let me out of this - this thing."

"Silly girl," the robot cooed in a cold, mechanical tone. With one final 'snap', it locked the last latch. "You really are nervous, aren't you, Jill. It'll all be okay; just you wait and see. I'll make sure you're the prettiest bride anyone has ever seen."

"But - but I don't want to be a bride," Mark objected as he watched the robot walk over to the control panel. It pushed a button, and warm water started rushing in around his body. When his body was completely immersed, the water began circulating about in a gentle fashion.

"I got you this, too," the nanny said, as it approached Mark with a metal helmet. "This will allow your hair to grow out, so you won't have wear that wig anymore."

"No, please, just let me go," Mark begged. The nanny ignored his pleading and removed the wig. Then it placed the helmet on his head and flipped a switch. The young man felt a tugging at his hair.

"Why don't we work on your face while you're waiting, Jill?" Janet touched another button, and a tray with a mechanical hand moved forward. A giant, electronic eye snaked out of the wall and stared at him. The computer clicked continuously as the eye took detail information on his face and plotted what needed to be done. The metal hand moved forward and picked up a pair of tweezers from the tray. Carefully, it positioned itself over Mark's eyebrows and grabbed hold of a hair. With a quick pull, it removed it.

"Oww, that hurts, you damn machine!" Mark yelled. The hand ignored

Mark's cursing, and proceeded to pull out more hairs. After this was completed, the computer went about the task of waxing his face. Pieces of tape were pressed firmly to his skin.

"Okay, take a deep breath," the computer generated voice told him. "This may sting a little."

Suddenly Mark’s face was on fire as the mechanical hand ripped off a piece of tape.

"SHIT!" he cursed. "That hurts like HELL you DAMN machine. STOP what you’re doing!"

"We must make you pretty," the female voice purred back. "It’s the price all us ‘women’ pay for looking beautiful. Now take a deep breath, here comes another."

Before Mark could answer the mechanical hand ripped off another piece of tape. He screamed in pain each time this was done; then begged for the computer to stop. However, the computer was determined to remove every unwanted hair. Once the job was finished, the computer clicked some more and moved the tray away.

"I think we're ready for the next step," Janet announced happily. The robot pushed some more buttons, and Mark felt the water in the suit start to drain. More warm water was pumped in to rinse away any unwanted hair that may have been left. Then that water was drained and warm air was blown in to dry his body. Mark looked forward to being let out, but his hopes were dashed. The suit began to move, actually shrink in some areas as it pushed against parts of his body. It wasn't painful, but he could feel his body changing from the pressure.

"What's going on?" he demanded to know.

"I'm simply modifying your body so it will fit properly into your dress,

Jill," the robot explained. "The solution you were soaking in softened your body structure. This will allow the suit to modify your body back to its beautiful self. Now, let's see how your hair turned out."

"Let me out of here!" Mark screamed while trying to shake himself loose.

"I don't want to wear a dress, and I don't want to look like a girl. Stop what you're doing right now."

"Oh, Jill," Janet laughed. "You're such a joker."

Mark felt a mass of hair fall from his head as the helmet was removed.

Janet ran it’s cold, mechanical hands through his hair, sending a chill up his spine. The robot grabbed one end of the suit and wheeled it over to a sink.

"What - what are you doing now?" Mark questioned, as the body suit got a little tighter around his hips.

"We need to wash and style your hair," Janet explained cheerfully. "I'm going to give you a mass of curls. Oh, you're going to look so pretty, Jill."

"No - no," Mark panicked. "No curls. Please, just let me go. I'm not a girl! I'm a man, for Pete's sake. Let me out of this suit and I'll show you I'm a man. Please, stop this before it goes any farther."

The mechanical robot just giggled at Mark's protests, and proceeded to wash his hair twice. After that was completed, the robot over a hundred curlers into his hair and added some permanent solution. Then the nanny turned to its next assignment.

"Let's work on those nails," she grinned.

Each hand and foot had its own cover that could be opened without exposing the rest of the body. Janet held first the young man's left hand and then the right in its own, and proceeded to give him a manicure. Then it started on his toenails, painting each one bright red to match his fingernails. At the same time, Mark could feel a pulling sensation on his chest where two mounds were located.

When his nails were finished, the nanny removed the curlers from his hair. Mark cringed while this was being done, knowing he now had a full head of lovely, blonde curls. After the last curler was out, the nanny washed his hair again and dried it with a blow dryer. Then it spent almost thirty minutes brushing out his hair so it was perfect.

With everything completed, Janet started unsnapping the body suit.

When the last lock was undone, Mark jumped out and almost screamed. He had boobs, real size-C boobs - and feminine hips to go along with them. Every part of his body was void of hair except for his head, and he shivered in the cold air. His legs were tanned and smoothed, and it made him look very feminine. He didn't want to see what the rest of his body looked like, he was too afraid. He rushed over to the panel to see if he could change himself back into his male form again, but the nanny would have nothing to do with that foolishness. It rapidly pulled him away.

"Quickly, Jill, over here," the robot insisted.

Mark tried to pull away, but its grip was too strong. The robot forced him onto an open changing platform. Like before, cold, mechanical hands sprang to life and started dressing the young man in the finest lingerie to be found. A pair of lacy, nylon panties was drawn up his body, while a satin white bra was snapped over his new chest. A panty girdle was added, followed by sheer stockings that were attached to the girdle with snaps. Then a billowing, white petticoat was brought out. Mark tried to kick the petticoat away, but the changing machine was able to slip it past and pulled it up to his waist. Then a pair of white high heels were forced onto his feet.

A new item, a black makeup mask, snaked out of the wall and slowly approached. Seeing what it was going to do, Mark twisted his head back and forth in an attempt to keep it from doing it's magic. But when the mask got closer, two hands held his head in place and the mask attached itself. The young man felt a moist, tickling sensation on his lips, eyelids, and cheekbones as the makeup mask worked ruthlessly to turn his face into something that wasn't masculine. When the mask had completed its task, it moved away. Another hand moved forward holding a bottle, and it sprayed some of the contents onto his neck. Mark smelled like a field of springtime flowers.

With everything else done, the wedding gown was moved closer and carefully lifted off the mannequin. A second pair of hands, with long, metal shafts for arms, slid their way down the sleeves and appeared underneath the dress. Four more mechanical hands came forth and each grabbed a corner of the hem. Slowly they lifted the wedding dress high in the air. Mark's hands were suddenly hoisted over his head.

The young man panicked, and struggled desperately to break free. He twisted around a few times but didn't move from ground zero. A couple of hands reached out and grabbed onto his ankles, thus holding him firmly in place. Mark watched in horror as the wedding dress was positioned over his head. Then the second pair of hands inside the dress grabbed his wrists. Once they had a good grip, the first pair of hands let go and moved away. Slowly, the dress was lowered down.

"Stop, stop, you crazy machine," Mark screamed. He felt the dress tugging against his head and arms as it was slid down. The mechanical hands lifted the skirt out over the billowing petticoat so it would fall just right. Others guided his hands out the silky, lace sleeves. With one final tug, Mark's head popped out of the dress. Quickly, a hand reached eagerly forward and moved his hair aside, while another zipped up the dress. The four hands released the hem of the dress together, and the skirt fell perfectly into place.

Two more hands appeared, holding a veil. They placed it on top of his long, thick hair with great care. When this was accomplished, the hands holding onto his wrists and ankles released their grip. Mark grabbed at the thick skirt of the wedding dress, and stared at the mirror in horror.

"What have you done to me, you stupid machine?" he shouted.

"You look lovely, Jill," the nanny purred back. "Your car is waiting, you'd better hurry. You don't want to be late."

"Car? What are you talking about?" Mark yelled, and quickly got his answer. Two more nanny robots appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed hold. He was forced down the steps and into a waiting Limo.

"Stop, stop," he screamed, just before they pushed him inside. One of the robots piled in the rest of his dress and closed the door. The three robots smiled and waved as he was driven off.

"Stop the car!" Mark yelled.

"Auto drive is engaged," a mechanical, male voice replied. "I cannot stop until we get to our destination. Please sit back and enjoy the ride."

"The HELL I will." Mark tired opening the doors, but they were locked.

He slammed his body against one of them, but it didn't budge.

"Is there a problem, Miss Baker?" the computer asked with some concern.

"I can call the police if you need help?"

"No," Mark replied back in a panic voice. "I'm fine, no police."

"Then please sit back and relax, Miss Baker. We'll be at our destination in nineteen minutes, twenty-three seconds."

'What the hell is going on?' Mark asked myself. The Future House was supposed to be shut down for the weekend! It certainly didn't plan trips like the one he was on. And speaking of trips, where was the Limo taking him?

Less then twenty minutes later, Mark got his answer. The car pulled up in front of a huge church located on a busy street. As soon as they stopped, two robots dressed as bridesmaids opened the door and pulled him out.

"Hurry up," one of them said, as they both grabbed a hand. "We're just about ready to begin."

Mark felt slightly embarrassed as a group of real ladies walked past and smiled at his dress with approval. "Isn't she pretty," a little girl told her mother.

Not wanting to cause a scene, Mark reluctantly went along as if this were planned. The bridesmaids led him up the steps and into the church. Once he was out of the public eye, he pushed the robots away.

"What's going on?" he demanded to know.

Both robots responded, "This is your wedding day, Jill."

"MY WEDDING! The hell you say! I'm not going down any aisle dressed like this!"

Mark turned to leave. He was going to find some clothes to change into, and get out of this Cinderella outfit that damn changing box had stuck him in. There had to be some men’s clothes around here somewhere.

He grabbed hold of the thick skirt with both hands and proceeded to walk away. However, a woman appeared from a doorway and quickly blocked his path. She wore a fancy dress similar to the ones the robots were wearing.

"Ronda!" Mark gasped, when he saw his ex-girlfriend. Ronda was one of the programmers at the Future House project. More specially, she worked with the nannies and dressing box that had entrapped him in this outfit. The two had been going steady for almost a year before Ronda found out Mark had been cheating on her the entire time.

"Hi, Mark," she giggled. "Or should I call you Jill? My, my, my, don't you look pretty today." She giggled a little more, causing Mark to turn red with embarrassment.

"What's going on, Ronda?" he asked crossly. "Are you behind all this?"

"Yes, I am," she chuckled softly. "I told you I was going to be at your wedding. I always keep my promises."

"You're crazy," Mark shot back. "I don't know what you have planned for me next, but I'm not waiting around to find out. I'm leaving."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Jill," she laughed, and pointed. "Look over there."

Mark did, and saw the same blonde-haired girl who had fed him at the park the day before. She gave him a knowing smile and waved.

"See the phone in her hand?" Ronda pointed out. "If you even think of leaving, she'll call 911. How far do you think you'll get dressed like that, Mark? The police will spot you a mile away and then," she stopped to giggle, "what will you tell them? That you were trying to break into the Future House and got caught in its caring cycle? I don't think so."

"You set this up, didn't you?"

"Yes, all of it," Ronda confessed. "There was no money for stealing the chip. I had to get you into the house first before I could manipulate the robots. I was hoping you would shrink yourself so we could give you a taste of female childhood. From what I saw, you had a blast playing with your doll. By the way, you make a very cute baby."

Mark frowned. "Okay, Ronda, you had your fun. Now, let me go."

"Sorry, but I'm not done with you yet," she winked.

"What more do you want from me?" he asked.

"I want you to be a good little bride and march yourself down that aisle. We can't disappoint our guests, can we? I have an entire church filled with robots, as well as a few of my friends." She giggled again.

"This is crazy!" Mark screamed. "I can't do that! Who am I supposed to be marrying, anyway?"

"Oh, you poor dear," Ronda said in a concerned tone. "You're so nervous you forgotten who the groom is. It's okay, dear. It's common for brides to be forgetful on their big day." Her concern for Mark was shattered by a loud laugh.

"I won't do it, Ronda. Do you hear me? I won't go in there!"

"Oh, but you will, Mark; because if you don't, I'll call the police and the newspaper. By tomorrow, everyone who can read will know about your little adventure. While I may get reprimanded for this stunt, you'll be facing something much worse."

"Why, Ronda?" Mark wanted to know.

"Because you have a very low opinion of women," she explained calmly. "I thought you should see and feel what we have to go through. Okay, mostly it's to get back at what you did to me. I loved you, but you didn't love me; you only strung me along, making me believe you did. You made a fool out of me, and laughed about it to your friends. I heard you bragging one day about leading me on so you could have sex with me. Well, now it's my turn to laugh, Mark."

The music started to play, and the robot bridesmaids lined up at the door. Ronda smiled and said, "It's time, Jill. Are you coming?"

Mark looked at Ronda, then at her friend, Tina, who was standing there grinning. If he didn't do as she commanded, he would go to jail - and that was the least of his worries. He hung his head in defeat.

"There, there now, Jill," Ronda said while patting him on the back. "Tomorrow, I'll return you back to your nasty, male self. That is, if you behave like a proper young lady. Now remember, when the wedding march starts, YOU MARCH! Oh, and try to look happy, Jill. After all, this is the happiest day in any 'girl's' life."

Mark followed Ronda over to the door, and watched her disappear inside.

He looked wearily over at Tina, who smiled and showed him the phone again. When the wedding march started, he took a breath and reluctantly stepped inside. A male robot, dressed in a tux, greeted him at the door. He held out his arm for Mark. Slowly, they walked up the aisle together to the rhythm of the music.

The dress was long and cumbersome, and Mark felt like there were weights attached to the ends of it. He looked around at the people in attendance. Almost 85% of them were robots, but the rest were real people. Most of those were women who worked with Ronda, and they winked and giggled as he went by. Standing next to the robot preacher was the groom, his future *gasp* husband. Mark was relieved to see it was a robot. Marriages to robots weren't recognized in the United

States, at least not yet - and this seemed to be as real a ceremony as you could get.

Mark's escort maneuvered him up to the front next to the groom, and the ceremony began. The rest of the day was a blur to Mark. After the wedding there was a reception, and Ronda had spared no expense. She had rented a hall and supplied it with decorations, a robot DJ, and a traditional wedding cake. There was also the first dance, the cutting of the cake, the throwing of the garter and the bouquet, and the kisses urged on by the guests. After the reception, Mark and his new groom, who he found out was named Toni, made a mad dash back to the Limo while their guests threw birdseed at them. Finally, they were on their honeymoon.

"My Honeymoon!" Mark gasped in disbelief, as he pulled and twisted the silky white dress so he could sit better. What did Ronda have planned for him next? Instead of driving to a motel, the Limo drove back to the Future House.

"Allow me," Toni said, as he swept Mark up off his feet, wedding dress and all. He carefully carried his new bride up the steps to their waiting bedroom. After a long kiss, which wasn't as bad as Mark had expected, except it was a little cold, the robot sat him back down on the ground.

"I'll - I'll go get ready," Mark said nervously, as he backed himself into the bathroom. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Surely,

Ronda didn't expect him to have sex with that thing! He panicked a little when he saw a brown box sitting on the sink with his name (Jill) on it. Attached to it was a folded piece of paper. Mark's hands were shaking as he opened the note and read:

Dear Jill,

I bet you're as nervous as a cat having kittens right now. Don't worry, I take good care of my sisters. First, your groom isn't a male robot, it's a female model made to look like one. Your 'joining' as man and wife should go off without a hitch. Just so you know, I reprogrammed her to act like a man - sort of. This way, you can be the woman of her dreams tonight. Isn't that wonderful? <grin>

Second, I disabled the security drone so it won't enter your room and disturb you two. Just don't try to leave, unless you want it to catch you.

Third, I got you a special nightgown to wear tonight. Actually, it was the nightgown I had brought long ago to wear on our wedding night. I hope you think of me when you're wearing it. Have fun tonight!

Love always,

Ronda

Mark laid down the note and nervously opened the box. Inside, he found a white, baby-doll nightgown made of silky nylon and flowing with lace.

Along with it came a robe of similar style and color, and a white pair of panties. He cringed at the idea of putting them on, this time under his own power. He fed the feminine garments into the changing box, and stepped inside.

"Good evening, Jill. Big night tonight!" the machine giggled in a mechanical tone. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're as attractive as ever."

There was a slight whine, and the machine went to work. Carefully, a mechanical hand unzipped the wedding dress and several more lifted it off his sweaty, hot body. Mark felt instant relief as the cool air hit his skin. It felt like ten pounds had been lifted off his shoulders. Next the hands removed the bra and petticoat, carefully placing them in the corner. More hands proceeded to remove the girdle, hose, and panties.

Once he was undressed, two sponges snaked up of the wall and approached him. They began rubbing some kind of lotion all over his body. Mark didn't know what the lotion was, but it smelled sweet and feminine, and left his body feeling silky smooth. He gasped as one sponge gently moved over his groin area.

After this was done, two hands picked up the panties and held them open so he could step into them. Slowly they moved the panties up his legs, which felt as silky-smooth as the panties. The young man shivered in excitement as the waistband snapped around him.

The lotion that had been applied to his body caused his skin to be ten times more sensitive than it normally was. Mark could feel the silky fabric rubbing against his own skin, and it was almost more then he could bear.

The changing box placed the nightgown over his head, and slowly pulled it down. Mark gasped at its silky touch against his sensitive skin. Then the robe was wrapped around him and tied in front.

The makeup mask made its appearance next. It attached itself to his face and went to work. Mark could feel the cool touch of foundation, blush and eye shadow being applied, followed by the taste of lipstick on his lips. A brush came out to comb and fuss his long, delicate hair. It worked on the curls with great care to bring them out.

When all was set, a mirror was lowered for Mark to see the result. The young man put his hand up to his cheek to be sure. The sexy, young woman in the mirror could've been the dream of any man. Long curly blonde hair, smooth tan legs, and a rather feminine face. That girl in the short, sexy nightie was him!

"You look lovely, Jill," the machine chimed. Then it added cheerfully, "Have fun tonight." It even managed a soft chuckle before it turned itself off.

Mark slowly stepped into the bedroom, wondering what horrible fate Ronda had prepared for him next. He saw his groom dressed in a red pair of silk pajamas, fooling around with a bottle of champagne. Mark looked again; it didn't look like the robot he had been forced to go through the wedding ceremony with. This person had long hair that was tied up into a tight bun. It looked like...

"Ronda?" Mark blurted out in surprise.

"Wow," she beamed when she saw him. "You look hot, baby-cakes."

"Than - thank you," Mark replied uncomfortably. Suddenly, the young man realized what he had just said and got angry. "What the hell are you doing here?

"A change in plans," she grinned, while walking over and handing him a glass of champagne. "I asked myself, why should this unfeeling robot have all the fun tonight? After all, I'm the one who really wanted to share this wedding night with you. So I decided to take its place."

"You must be kidding!" Mark shot back, putting down his glass. "After everything you put me through these past two days, do you really think I could make love to you?"

"Why not?" she answered a little harshly. "You hurt me many times, and I still wanted to make love to you. In some ways, I still love you. This one night of me being in control is what I need to put you behind me."

"Never!" Mark replied. "I'd rather make love to that robot."

"As you wish," Ronda grinned slightly. She placed her glass down on the bedroom dresser as if she were leaving. "Are you sure about this

'Jill'? A robot can't be as warm and gentle as a human being can. I don't think you really want that."

Mark turned away in anger. Ronda was right, he didn't want that. The thought of making love to a robot was about as revolting as screwing a rubber doll. Despite all the technology, robots were still cold and clumsy lovers - or so he had been told. Ronda placed her hands on Mark's shoulders, and the young man almost jumped out of the nightgown from the sexual impulses it sent screaming throughout his extra-sensitive body. He could feel the silky, cool touch of the robe and nightgown caressing his softened skin.

"Jill, I know you really don't want that," Ronda whispered in a seductive, but manly tone. "You want someone who can feel this experience with you. I can - no, I will make you happy tonight. Come, share a bed with me."

Ronda grabbed the lacy sleeves of the nightie and spun her lover around.

She pressed her lips hard against Mark's lips and held him tight. The young man's sexual drive went into overdrive. Ronda's hands moved slowly down his back, causing him to shiver with delight. She grabbed his butt and squeezed hard; and he moaned with pleasure as his manhood brushed up against her. She smiled at the results, and lifted him up into her arms while they kissed. Gently she placed him onto the bed.

They kissed some more, and then Ronda grabbed his penis, stroking it through the nylon panties. Mark cried out in pleasure, begging for her to stop, but not really meaning it. Ronda slipped out of the pajama pants and got on top of him. She stuck her tongue in his ear and told him how beautiful he looked. Her hands moved to grab his. She positioned them above his head, as if he were a prey she had captured.

Mark struggled slightly at her advances, but not enough to stop her. His mind was being bombarded with the sexual thoughts that weren't allowing him to think straight. Slowly, Ronda slid herself onto his manhood, still wrapped inside the silky panties. Mark screamed out in exhilaration. He closed his eyes and dreamed that he was really a woman being loved by a man. When his body could take no more, he came. She moved when he did, increasing the pleasure to the max. Mark cried out at the joy and pleasure he felt. Then it was over. His body remained sensitive to her touches, but the sexual tension had been released - for the moment.

"You were wonderful," Ronda told him. She pulled Mark up to her chest and held him tightly. The young man rested until he was ready again.

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They made love two more times that night, and both were as good as the first. Early in the morning, Mark woke up alone. He found a note on the pillow, explaining what codes to use to have the computer return him back to normal. He laid down in the plastic body suit and waited for it to do its magic. After a few hours he was no worse from the experience, maybe even a little bit trimmer. He found his clothes and got dressed on his own. When he was finished, Ronda walked into the room.

"I guess we should talk," she said shyly.

"Yes, I think we need to," Mark replied. "I never knew you hated me so much for breaking up with you."

"Hate," she sighed sadly. "No, I don't hate you. I still love you, and it hurts knowing you don't love me the same way. I am sorry for what I did to you, Mark."

"No, it's I who should be sorry," Mark explained. "You were right,

Ronda, I did use you and then laughed about it to my friends. I was just as cruel to you as you were these past couple of days. For what it's worth, I'm sorry I treated you that way. I was wrong to do so. You really are a nice person."

"Thank - thank you, Mark," Ronda said tearfully. "However, I can't forgive myself for what I did. Here." She handed him five silver CD's.

"I recorded everything so I could blackmail you later. Tomorrow I'm going to tell my boss that I quit."

"Don't do that," Mark said. "I don't - I don't hate you for what you did. I don't love you, Ronda, but I don't hate you, either. We had some fun times together, and I'm not talking about the sex. Perhaps, we can start all over again."

"As lovers?" she questioned.

"As friends," Mark replied. "We can hang out, maybe even see a movie sometime. Do you think you could handle that?"

"Well, I could give it a try. Friends, then?"

"Friends," Mark grinned, holding out his hand. They both shook, and even shared a warm hug. But the sound of someone coughing interrupted their moment. It was Tina, standing at the door.

"What is it, Tina?" Ronda asked.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" she replied.

Ronda turned slightly red. "Um, no. I was kind of waiting for the right moment."

"What are you two talking about?" Mark asked.

"Well, you see, Mark, Tina has been engaged to someone for almost two years now, but he won't commit to a date. I kind of promised that if she helped me this weekend, I would help her in the future."

"Yeah, so?" Mark questioned, a little uneasy. "What has this got to do with me?"

Tina smiled real big. "We're going to be married in a few weeks, only my boyfriend doesn't know anything about it yet. I'm going to trap him in the Future House, dress him up in the wedding gown you wore yesterday, and have him driven to the church so we can be married."

Mark looked at Ronda, then back at Tina. Both girls were smiling at him like a cat that just ate the canary. "I still don't see what that has to do with me."

"Well, Mark - no, friend," Ronda corrected. "Her boyfriend is going to be in need of a bridesmaid that weekend."

"WHAT?!" Mark protested, startled. "No way. I'm not letting that machine touch me again, and you can't make me. Get yourself a new boy, or girl if you prefer, Ronda."

"I'm sorry, but for the marriage to be legal, my boyfriend will need a best man - or women in this case," Tina giggled.

"And you think I'll go along with this?" Mark asked.

"Oh, I think you'll be happy to do it," Tina giggled again.

"And what makes you think that?" Mark asked sharply. "I already have the CD's."

"You have Ronda's CD's, not mine," she smiled. "I'm sure you can be persuaded to join my scheme in exchange for 'my' copy."

"Sorry, Mark," Ronda smiled innocently. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

Mark put his face in his hands. "I think I'm going to cry. Someone tell me this is a bad dream."

Tina sat down on the other side of Mark, and both women wrapped their arms around him in a comforting fashion.

"Aww, don't worry, Jill," Ronda said. "We'll be sure to make you as beautiful as you were last night. Even more beautiful, now that we've had some practice with the equipment."

Both girls giggled, while Mark shook his head and wondered what else could happen to him. Somehow, he knew this wouldn't be the end of things. After all, several of Ronda's girlfriends had been a witness to the wedding, and they had boyfriends, too. It was going to be a long year.

Fade out…

 

 

 

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