In a not so far off future...
I couldn’t believe the score I was about to wrack up; Nano Hills, the newly opened mall in town was top of the line, luxury personified, stores packed to the gills not only with high-end goodies but also high-tech gadgets, kiosks, security, and effects that drove home the Silicon Valley money that had been invested in the place. The fact that the guys and I had managed to figure out how to sneak in, avoid detection, and rob this place blind after closing time had been no small feat, and I was going to take full advantage of the situation by hitting up the pricey tech stores, first.
The place did give me the creeps, though; I was prepared for the place to be quiet and dark, but the various fiber optic lights, holographic effects, and ambient sound made the place feel too, I dunno, active for a nighttime robbery, like it was happening in broad daylight.
“Hi there! How may I assist you?”
I nearly leapt out of my skin! Jesus, why were the shopping assistant screens still on at four in the morning?! Ugh, it didn’t matter, we had already accounted for anything that could seriously catch us: we had sensors in our pockets to detect the arrival of any security guards, we had a mini-virus uploaded into the cameras to short them out, plus transparent facemasks that would obscure our features on the off-chance that we did get recorded. Y’know, baby stuff, but the sheer size of the mall just made it a bit more of a slog than it otherwise would’ve been. Hitting up PearSoft’s physical store meant I could grab a bunch of prototype builds that’d be worth a fortune. Yep, every contingency was-
“EXCUSE ME, THIS STORE IS NOT IN NORMAL OPERATING BUSINESS HOURS.”
I felt hard metal coils wrap about my ankles, then reach up to my wrists, as I was pulled back-first onto a sleek plastic slab that instantly wrapped a cinch around my waist, trapping me! The hell kind of new security system was this? There was nothing in our recon about this, and we had checked everything twice over!
“YOU ARE IN POSSESSION OF THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS OF STOLEN PROPERTY, THE AUTHORITIES WILL BE- <:SKRITCH:> Welcome, and congratulations, you are Nano Hills’ one millionth visitor! Your lucky prize is an all expense paid shopping spree on us! Our scanners will determine your measurements for clothing, but tell us, what is your age, what are your interests, and what gender do you identify as?”
What the hell was this? Whatever the new security system was had already glitched out! It must have crossed streams with some pre-recorded contest routine another kiosk in the mall was meant to operate. I struggled and tried to free myself, knowing this thing would hold me until security or the cops got here to pick me up; I thought for a second that a ‘shopping spree’ could be an easy way to score free loot, but I couldn’t trust this hunk of junk if it was already malfunc-
“Thank you! Your selections have been processed and your spree may begin! <:SKRITCH> WARNING, SUBJECT’S PHYSICAL COMPOSITION DOES NOT MATCH INPUTS, INITIATING CORRECTIVE SEQUENCE.”
So much happened in a matter of seconds: the slab I was on folded itself into a seat, which began to hover and maneuver me out of the store. The coils around my ankles and wrists snaked out like tentacles, seemingly working as the unit’s eyes and arms, and proceeded to tear away at my clothes. Finally, two helmet-shaped objects came out of the chair, one over my head, the other over my crotch. As they settled around me I felt a brief flash of pain, like pin pricks, near my junk, while a slight whirring sound began to emanate in my head...speaking to me.
“Hello, I am this unit’s AI. Our scanners have determined that your physical form does not match the inputs you have registered and will now remedy the situation.”
“I didn’t put any goddamned inputs in!” I couldn’t hide the panic in my voice. “Just let me go, I’ll leave, I’m sorry!”
“Of course you placed inputs; otherwise we would not have found the disparity. PearSoft tech is glitch-proof and only wishes to engage in what we know is best for you, our valued consumer. Nanite injection is complete. <:SKITCH:> And now that you’re all settled, let’s begin your fabulous MAKEOVER PRIZE!”
The machine had returned to the contest prize routine. Wait...nanites? Makeover? What was happening?
The chair hovered across the mall and down to the lower level; I could feel nervous sweat bead on my forehead as it brought me into a haircut place...no, wait, a beauty salon! In a flash I was placed in front of a mirror, and the various metallic tendrils went to work. I tried to make a fist as they reached for my hands, but added pressure made me extend my fingers, which the tendrils began to deftly work on with files and polish. Another placed a cap over my hair, eliciting a strange tingling sensation from the chemicals that were undoubtedly inside the cap, while another placed a mould over my face, which brought another jolt of pain from another set of pin pricks. When the mask pulled away, I nearly screamed: my face was moving. My cheeks puffed a bit and became softer, and stubble I had had a moment ago had vanished, my nose had spread outward a bit but had shrunk to a more button-like shape, and my eyes seemed to narrow and darken all at once.
“Why...why do I look like a chick?!”
“<:SKITCH:> Your inputs indicate that your are an adult southeast Asian woman. As our scans did not much your inputs, your appearance must be corrected.”
“I DIDN’T PLACE ANY INPUTS, YOU METAL PIECE OF SH-” I was cut off by a lump in my throat and a feeling of swelling in my lips, closely followed by the tendrils coming forward to apply lipstick, blush, eyeliner, eyelash thickener, even a piercing gun that jabbed at both of my earlobes...no nanites this time, just stud earrings. The cap came off my hair, and a cascade of soft, luscious hair fell past my shoulders. I was stunned at the final product: the machine had utterly transformed my face, and now my hair was a raven-black base with professionally done light brown highlights. I tried to speak, but in the next instant we were off again.
“Do not be alarmed if there is a small amount of discomfort, the nanites are simply arranging your body to match your inputs. <:SKITCH:> Now, let’s get you a whole new wardrobe! First stop, ladies’ intimates!”
We reached a lingerie store, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. The tendrils immediately tore away my male clothes, and began reaching around the store, bringing a host of bras, panties, corsets, garters, stockings, pantyhose, and more forward.
“Our automated shopping assistant has determined the best combination of outfits for you today, so tell us how you like them! <:SKITCH:> Nanites prepare to match body proportions with selected clothing.”
The metallic arms were skillful, freeing up one limb at a time to get me dressed without letting me free. I saw them bring forward a single piece of lingerie: a one-piece, dark in color, with a high cut behind, tight, stretchy fabric in the middle with flowery lace designs all across, and supported cups at the chest for...for…
“NO!” My voice rang out, now octaves higher than I had been earlier.
The piece worked its way up my body, but it did not fit at first. Then, the nanites kicked in. I groaned as my the muscles in my legs pulled and contracted, a feeling that traveled up my frame. I saw the world around me grow a bit as I shrank in size, but soon felt something else: a warm, tingly feeling that began in my arms and legs that felt oddly pleasurable. My arms lost the wiry muscle I had spent years working on, becoming hairless and tan like my new face. I felt my thighs reshape and plump up, becoming rounder, less athletic but still sleek; I gasped as my inner thighs touched, their smoothness and softness stunning me. My belly pushed forward just enough to slightly strain the spanx-like material of the one-piece; my visible abs were a thing of the past. My chest came to life, and I could look down and watch as my nipples darkened, widened, and puffed out, fatty mounds developing behind them, pushing them forward in an excruciatingly slow manner toward the waiting bra cups. My hips and ass popped outward, spreading out wider as my waist constricted a bit under the fabric, each cheek swelling until I felt the fabric of the underwear nestle snugly in between them.
“Stop...stop…” my voice was weak, my terror still high. “Please, don’t, I’m not a woman!”
“INITIATING MENTAL CONDITIONING. Of course you are, Minh; you told us yourself with your inputs.”
“That’s not my name! I didn’t-”
“Now, please, our files are right here and our tech is glitch-proof. PearSoft only does what’s best for its customers like you, Minh, and we would never risk anything to threaten that mission. Besides, some men might wear lingerie like that, but they don’t have your measurements, do they?”
“They also don’t have female genitalia.”
“But I don’t eit-EEK!” I felt a bombardment of sensation from below, and felt every inch of my manhood fold in on itself and recede back into my body. I felt each new lip form as the fabric nestled cozily along my now perfectly smooth mound, and moaned in unwanted pleasure as my penis shrank and tightened into a new bud at the top.
“You clearly do have female genitalia, Minh. You are, after all, a woman.”
“<:SKRITCH:> Now let’s get you fully dressed and accessorized! Your beauty and intimates purchases are on us, and will be waiting for you when you exit the mall today along with any other items you may select today!”
I was pulled back against the seat, my now C, likely D cup breasts jiggling at the motion and my ass and thighs now acting as soft pillows. I shook my head: I wasn’t a girl! Or...at least I hadn’t been. But here I was, covered in makeup, my hair styled, wearing lingerie...I had breasts! I had big hips! I had a pussy! I wasn’t before but...but I was now...what did it all mean?
The department store was one of the super trendy, fashionable ones. The tendrils brought forward all types of blouses, tight pants, skirts, dresses, swimsuits, and tons and tons of shoes. I was prepared for them to dress me again, but for the first time since this all began, I was let loose! The seat had brought me before a set of mirrors that allowed me to see myself from all angles; before me was a black cocktail dress and a pair of heels with platforms in the front and heels that had to be at least five, maybe six inches high.
“<:SKRITCH:> Now, Minh, your inputs indicate a woman like you enjoys looking beautiful and socializing in high society. An outfit like this would certainly fit in such a scene.”
“I...I’d look beautiful?”
“Of course, Minh. Your feet are already shaped for and used to heels. And your makeup certainly implies a woman who wishes to look good in public. Don’t you remember telling us in your inputs?”
“I...I think...maybe…”
“Of course you do. Go ahead, Mihn: a woman with your appearance can be strong, bold, and confident. You would certainly attract all kinds of attention, just as you told us you wanted in your inputs.”
“I...I did, didn’t I?” I felt the dress material between my fingers; it was black, silky soft, sleeveless on the right, with a long ruffle that wrapped around the top hem and ran down diagonally to the bottom. Why was I so intrigued by this? Hadn’t I been a man an hour ago? I had, I knew that...but I wasn’t any longer. I was a woman: my body made that indisputable. Had I told them that when the machine had strapped me down? Had it maybe picked up on something in my head? Had I wanted this all along, and just didn’t know it? Maybe the PearSoft tech knew me better than I knew myself…but I had to make the decision for myself, now.
I brought the dress down over my soft form, and felt it come to rest in place before I smoothed it against my alluring curves. I slipped my feet into the heels, bringing their straps around my ankles. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I saw every inch, every angle, in all of those mirrors. I was a vision. I was soft, yet confident. Curvy and elegant. My behind thrust out like a luscious half moon; my chest thrust forward proudly; the dress accentuated all of my most lovely curves, coming up to where my waist cinched in most before flaring dramatically outward to my fertile hips. I...I was beautiful.
“Are you satisfied, Minh?”
I ran my hands through my hair, placed a hand on my hip, struck a pose, and smile radiantly.
“Yes. Yes, thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Of course, dear, it’s what I’m programmed for. Now, let’s continue along, there are still a few stops to make.”
I now sat comfortably, restraint-free, on the seat and sighed contentedly, bringing one leg up to cross over the other, as I was brought like a queen to stores for more accessories. I finished my spree with a selection of purses and handbags, of stylish sweaters, coats, and jackets, business suits that were just the right level of provocative, and dazzling jewelry to spare. I giggled when the tendrils passed the food court and brought me a drink to sip on, full regal treatment. All told, I had to imagine I was leaving this place with more valuable loot than I could have stolen on my own before; much more than that, though, I was leaving this place with so many fabulous new things about myself that I could never, ever put a price on.
By the time I was finished it was around 8am; mall workers were only just arriving, and nobody seemed to mind my presence; many, in fact, seemed thrilled, judging by their inability to take their eyes off my softly rolling hips and feminine gait. As promised, a seemingly endless mound of bags and packages waited for me at the exit. To cap it all off, a sleek new black sports car pulled forward; turns out I had won that, as well. I attempted to begin the enormous task of piling my new wardrobe, my new life, into the car, when I heard a voice speak up behind me.
I turned slowly and regarded the figure in front of me. He was tall, strong-looking, and cut a refined, fashionable figure. I smirked a bit toward him as he continued.
“I couldn’t help but notice you might need a bit of help with all of that. If you’d like a hand I’d be glad to help, but I’m also a manager here, and I could hold onto some of those things and have them delivered to you later.”
I brought a hand toward my chest. “Oh, my, thank you very much, that’d be lovely, mister-?”
He held out a hand. “Please, just call me Jeremy.”
I held out my own and placed it delicately in his palm. “Charmed; I’m Minh.”
“Same here. Sorry if this is a bit forward, Mihn, but did you have plans tonight? I was going to meet some friends at Sapphire Club later, but guests are always welcomed.”
Sapphire Club? Hmm, this guy must be making a lot as a manager. I felt a quick adrenaline rush; I hadn’t exactly gotten the type of score I was looking for last night, but now, as Mihn, I could, well, ‘score’ in so many other ways.
“I’d love to. Here’s my number, I’m free any time.”
No need to be a thief anymore; now I would be wined and dined by all types of people with money. Perhaps I could marry one and make a fortune; whether it’d be this one, I wasn’t so sure. Still, it had taken a few hours to get me into this dress, and I smiled as I knew full well it’d only take seconds for him to get me out of it tonight.
Hmm, so much simpler than having to plan a robbery, isn’t it? I pulled my phone out and started texting my heist partners.
“Sorry, was stuck awhile last night and couldn’t rendezvous, but am fine, not caught. Go back tonight and hit PearSoft. You won’t regret it.”