I'm a horny pervert so I'm mixing my objectum thoughts with force masc thoughts
Buying a new house and finding yourself suspiciously changed as you live there. No one else who enters or stays seem to have this effect. But it's like somehow it picked you, saw into what you desired and thrust it into you before you even knew you wanted it. This change in your body should worry you right? But it doesn't. And you can swear if you lean on the walls you can feel it working. Feel whatever it is this home is doing to you. And any sane person would sell this house an' run. But late at night you can't help but lean on those walls and grip onto anything you can as it molds you. You swear it's just getting more intense. Maybe it knows how much the feeling makes you shiver
Or maybe you take home a new object of affection. A computer maybe? A doll, a toy, a plush, a TV, a weapon? Anything. Whatever it is it can't leave your side. You don't know why but you just feel like it's supposed to be close to you. And everytime you touch it or stare for too long the feeling just gets more intense. So intense you hardly realize as you start to grow into someone new. Your body fits into those old clothes you stored away for no particular reason years ago (and got out for no particular reason now). If this is a curse than it's one you wish to keep on you forever. Others seem baffled as your style, attitude, and body change from a awkward girl to a confident man. You don't see that tho. You see yourself as ascended
Or maybe a robot that doesn't understand being trans all that well and suddenly asks you to educate it. But...you? Why you? Your a woman after all you tell it. This confuses it, expressing so with the little emotive abilities it's current model provides. "Your not a man?" It asks and you nod, wondering where it got that from. Until you find it going through old boxes. You don't mind at first it likes to help clean even though you told it it can relax. But than it pulls out those old photos of you. Both unhappy youthful photos or joyful photos of a teenager with dyed hair and shitty diy clothes. You panic and try to hide them. "Who is he?" It asked about one of the latter. You flush and hide it away "that's me! That's not! Just! Leave those alone okay!" Your feeling defensive so you leave and it lets you. But things feel different. It has stopped using any name to address you. You find more of your clothes altered ever so slightly. You swear you'll say something. But you never do. It says something first. On that night when it became clear robots can feel too, you swear something inside changed. Like your creation learned it's God was just as moldable as it. And it's main purpose is seeing you happy. It's just trying to replicate that smile again it saw in those hidden notebooks. So it's only natural that as you allow it explore your human body just as much as you've explored it, you find yourself panting as it's found ever spot that makes you twitch and groan. it feels so good you can hardly fight as it starts to experiment with words too. Calling you a handsome man as you whimper pathetically. Before you can defend yourself it starts asking you to say it too. One of its first requests. Who would you be to no encourage such amazing advancement. So you pathetically do as your asked as suddenly the pleasure increases, feeling electric. They were holding back on you. "What are you-" you try to ask but it cuts you off to say "I've heard positive reinforcement works best for training. Does it work that way for humans". You realize your in for a much longer night and very changed life after it. But it's hard to be scared when a comforting heat of your own creation holds you and makes sure you feel as much pleasure as you can take
Or maybe nature itself does it to you. Something in you is fed up even with the things you always thought you loved so you run. You run away to the middle of nowhere. Maybe not forever but you haven't ever tried been alone with yourself. You need to find yourself out in those trees as they've always called on you to do. And over time the work of making your own living bulks up your frame. You have more energy and swear a invisible second skin has shattered off of you. And you feel it most when your whole body is bare to the sun. The transformative feeling of warmth, grass beneath you feet, and scrapes on your knees. When it's just you and the earth. There is no who you need to be. Only who you are becoming. Who is best for yourself. Maybe one day you'll return. But if you do you'll return changed. And that's more exciting than anything you've heard in a long time