There's a show each year in Vegas. My company has a small booth which is covered by two ladies from sales and myself, from engineering, doing any demos and answering any technical questions. We have been doing fairly well over the past couple of years but since last year there has been a decline as more competitors are appearing. We are still the market leader but our overhead and perhaps our margins are bigger. My own department has worked diligently to make our product more sleeker and sexier and our management, in it's all knowing wisdom, has decided that our sales approach also has to be sexier.

So it was decided that the three of us this year will make use of the services, or products rather, of a new company named Fembot Inc. Goal is to attract more customers onto our booth and offer 6 year contracts to new and existing customers at a price they can't refuse. In essence we want to terminate any starting competition while we're still in control. The Fembot company had convinced our management that with their help this is well possible and their examples in other businesses made a very strong case that even I could not deny.

Now I can see my two coworkers very well in a sexy robot suit, but being in one myself is different. I'm a guy for crying out loud. But when I checked out their website they actually have a solution for guys, aimed at transgenders, allowing them to experience womanhood much sooner than their hormones and surgeries would. And when I talked it over with the two ladies in sales one promised me that they would teach me the ropes of lesbian sex and the other nodding profusely. We have always gone by the rule what happens in Vegas stays there. And they have always invited me in one of their rooms to join in their sexual escapades, never excluding me because I'm a guy. True, Gabriella would never allow me to have intercourse with her, but she would give me mind blowing head. And Bella would do anything with me as long as Gabriella would eat her out afterwards. I have gained their trust and respect as I never made this about me, I always put both their pleasure first and took my reward once they were fully satisfied. Believe me, I'm blessed with quite a tongue, and both enjoy my ministrations tremendously.

So their promise to include me still in their love life and the company's promise of an extra week vacation in Vegas at the company's expense, to compensate for our "ordeal" made me finally agree. We needed to submit pictures of ourselves, naked, with a frame of measurement references behind us, so that the Fembot company could create perfectly fitting suits for us. The girls did each other and I had an IT guy do mine and he would upload the images.

In Vegas the show would start on Tuesday and Fembot would make sure that their equipment was ready for us to fit our suits on Monday. It would be extended wear suits, to be taken off at Saturday again, unless we wanted to keep it on longer during our extra week there.

Finally the week of the show arrived and we flew into Vegas early Monday morning. I felt like gambling and drinking and hopefully get lucky with one of the waitresses maybe before I would submit to a week of womanhood. I managed to get two out if three and was very horny by the time I got to my room where a shiny device was setup, almost like a phone booth. Not wasting any time I stripped my clothes and stepped in, my mind quite foggy from the alcohol. And when the warning messages came about my measurements not lining up I was quickly dismissing them, as my gut was very swollen compared to the day we submitted my photos and my dick was standing out like a flagpole, as I had not been lucky finding someone to take care of it. The machine offered a solution to fix it using some permanent means and I figured I get a free tummy tuck out of it, no harm done. So I confirmed all warnings until I felt a needle in my dick that shrunk it in seconds. The combination of the alcohol in my blood and the pain killer in the needle knocked me out for the next few hours.

When I finally woke up I thought I would have a splitting headache but I was feeling surprisingly well. I wonder what time it was and knew immediately it was 6:03 am on Tuesday. I was still in the phone booth and knew my suit was fully charged, normally good for a week, but if needed I could recharge again, just by entering the booth for the night. I left the booth and faced the large wall mirror to get a look at myself. I'd like to say I was shocked by my appearance but I wasn't. I looked exactly like what I was expecting, a shiny beautiful woman with firm breasts, long legs and an hourglass figure on top of a bubbly butt. I had long hair framing my chrome face mask and I felt extremely proud how sexy I was. Not one indication on my body that I ever had been a man. My crotch was smooth metal, my vagina well lubricated as was my ass, just in case anyone needed access to that area. I couldn't wait to try both out.

They had explained to me that the suit at some point interfaces directly with the brain and that my actions and even thoughts can be controlled by one of the preloaded programs. I would have full control of what program would be active and how much it would affect me. But the default programming for the three of us would be pleasurable, sexy and slightly naughty, automatically adapting to the desires any customer would have, and thus always be a perfect companion to that person. The goal was to have them sign the 6 year contract and any suggestive action was allowed. In other words, we were game for anything as long as the customer would sign.

But they really can't prepare you for this, the feeling of control is amazing, yet I'm fully aware that some of my actions are programmed and perhaps not free will. I do a few small poses in front of the mirror and everyone of them expresses a highly sexy woman. I think of my two coworkers and can't wait to try this body out with them tonight. I actually feel my crotch getting wet and see moist dripping down my metal legs. My horniness from last night is back, just without the flagpole.

A sudden warning goes through my mind that Gabriella and Bella are on their way and I need to get dressed. I wipe the moist from my leg, amazed I have full senses in both my leg and fingers, and lick my finger clean seductively. I open my closet and pull out a leather dress that has interesting laser cuts at many spots. It will show off my curves and lots of chrome skin. This body needs no bra nor panties so the dress fits perfectly without any bumps.

I open the door before they knock and they are a vision of beauty as they enter my room. Hi Diane, what took you so long, they say, we waited for you last night. I know my name used to be Dan, but this week I will be Diane, or Diana officially as it states on all my paperwork. I don't know, I say, I woke up at 6:03 and have been in there for the night, pointing at the shiny phone booth. I remember some permanent changes were needed as my dimensions didn't match and a needle knocked me out. Well, whatever changes they were, you look fantastic, says Gabriella. Indeed we all look great, different lengths and hairdo, but similar dresses on knockout bodies. I suddenly sense that both of them want to fuck me tonight and I know I want them as well. Both of them smile at that thought and I realize we're somehow connected. This will make it easy obviously to move a client from one to the next without having to explain the case. Knowing their desires is just a bonus I guess.

None of us needed any breakfast so we were at our booth fairly early, getting everything ready. Never have we been so efficient, no talking was needed to know what each of us was doing. We also got our first shot of curiosity from surrounding booths, some were openly drooling.

From the moment the show opened we were swamped. Every visitor seemed to come to us first and we did everything in our power to sign them up. I did the demonstrations as usual but with my sexy voice it was entertainment at its best. I also noticed that I brushed up many times to my customers who longed for that contact, as well as winks and little kisses. Some were feeling me up and I should be upset but my body in its naughty mode pushed back in their gropes and I did some groping in return. By lunchtime I had already three appointments for later tonight, each for a massive deal, but the customer wanted special treatment in return. My coworkers had similar deals lined up and I felt proud of our success although deep inside I knew it was the sexy programming that was responsible.

By the end of the day we had secured more business than in previous years for the whole week. I was still fresh as can be, not even noticing the high heels I had been walking in all day. The three of us went back to our rooms getting ready for our customer specials. I switched over to a more sexy program that would allow me to satisfy each customer in any way he or she wanted. I suddenly felt the need to enter the booth and did so after removing my dress. Instantly I was treated with a cleaning cycle, my metal skin becoming all shiny with no fingerprints or any other blemish. The handling of my breasts made me gasp, I had no idea they were so sensitive, or perhaps that was a result of the sexier program? Feeling more aroused both my crotch and ass got an internal cleaning as well. For a second I felt a pinch of pain in my crotch, my guess my manhood somewhere hidden down there was brushed against. But that was completely erased by my first orgasm due to the thorough handling of my innards. It was mind blowing as I could feel it deep into my toes, my nipples, my tongue, my eyes and all over my skin. Thinking this couldn't get any better I was hit by a second orgasm, this one triggered by the cleaning rod in my ass.

It's hard to say why this happened but I think it was perhaps to get me used to female pleasures as that was so new to me. It would make things easier when some of my clients would come back to wrap up our business and more than likely one of my holes would be penetrated. I was just shocked about the intensity of the orgasms and the experience of two so quickly in a row. As a man all power is directed to just one spot and once released it takes a while before you can go again. Is it possible that women actually drew the long straw in this? I actually felt extremely lucky for experiencing this and being able to compare.

When I came finally down from my hype the booth let me out and I know I was ready, looking forward even, for more sexual encounters. I was hungry for more, and I don't mean food wise. It crossed my mind for a second that I had not had breakfast, lunch or dinner, yet I felt no desire for that either. Just thinking about this I knew the answer as my suit has kept me hydrated with concentrated fluids, stored between my own skin and the metal skin and replenished while I was in the booth.

I opened the closet and pulled out an incredible sexy piece of lingerie together with fishnet stockings for both my arms and legs. It took only a few minutes to get dressed and one look in the mirror I knew my customers would get very lucky tonight. For a fraction of a second a male thought came up wishing I could encounter with someone like myself, but my sexy programming took over instantly, as I added very high heels and some makeup around the eyes and on my lips. I was ready!

There was a knock on the door and I opened it in anticipation only to see my first customer drop his mouth. I sexily pulled him inside easing his nerves with my sultry voice and a glass of liquor. I noticed the tent pole in his pants and immediately went to business. No, not on my knees, but with the paperwork I had ready. The contract was signed without hesitation and the reward was me undressing him. Programming took over and I did everything to make him feel good. In the back of my mind I observed myself and wondered if this was ethically okay but then I felt my own need of being satisfied and I just went along with it. My mouth went on his pole, quickly sucking it to massive size and then without any further delay I slid my pussy over it, taking it all in. Then I rode him for what it was worth. He didn't even last a minute before he came, squirting globs of cum deep in me, my own body perfectly timing with my own orgasm. My suit had clearly many sensors in there as I could feel each squirt, each drop inside me and slowly running out. I could feel his member go flaccid and I slowly pulled off him, his semen running down my legs. I felt the need to clean him up and my tongue went at work. The taste of his cum was delicious although I'm not sure if the taste was truly good or my programming telling me it was good. But who cares?

Apparently my cleaning put some life back in his dick and I was impressed as my male self would have never been ready this quickly. I allowed him to take control and he put me on all fours, groping my breast while he entered me from behind. His moves were strong and this time I didn't last a minute. I came again while willing my muscles to pull his member deeper in me. He went at it violently, holding on to my hips while he tried to resist my suction powers. He failed but that was fine as he came in me, again, and another orgasm on my side. We both collapsed on the bed and enjoyed our cuddle for about ten minutes. Then my body took over, cleaned him and wiped myself. He put his clothes back on, smiling wide and with a quick thank you he left the room. I spent another five minutes in the phone booth to get a thorough cleaning inside, to get ready for the next customer.

The next hours were a bliss. I learned so many things that I can use to please a woman once I have my male self again, can't wait to try them! Once the last customer left and I took one more cleaning I suddenly realized my colleagues were together in one of the rooms and they were waiting for me. I put on a fresh set of lingerie together with a bath robe from the hotel and left my room to find them. I knew exactly where they were and when I reached the door it opened and both were waiting, smiling at me. Nothing was said but my brain switched to lesbian sex mode when they pulled me on the bed. Gabriella kissed my mouth, her tongue deep in my throat and Bella did the same on my pussy. Both tongues caused a delicious orgasm. Then both tongues mouths started sucking my nipples while they were poking their fingers in both my pussy and ass. And like an electric circuit being shorted I came again. Next we scissored our legs in a complicated pattern, our pussies and clits rubbing each other delicately. And I came again. More rubbing but now one pussy covering my mouth and I licked for all I'm worth. I could sense their cumming too and felt quite proud.

After that they both added a strap-on and I was sandwiched between them with one dildo in my cunt and one in my ass. I would love to say that I stopped counting the number of times I orgasmed, but the link between my thoughts and the robot brain kicked in and I simply "knew" the answer. Plus the answer to how many seconds my body enjoyed this pleasure and many more facts.

We finally parted, they stayed behind in the bed together but I knew my body needed a cleaning cycle. Once in my phone booth I enjoyed the cleaning tremendously as it charged my energy at the same time. I simply closed my eyes and let the programming take over. 

I woke up again at 6:03 and was ready for another day of selling and sex. Yesterday, with the extra contracts finalized at night, had already crushed all selling records thus far. But we're here to take out all competition for the next six years and I can't wait to get dressed and on the booth. An even more revealing dress was waiting for me and with the matching boots I was waiting for the other girls to get me. The day and night went just as well as Tuesday and so was Thursday. Friday was the last day and our dresses were like evening wear, full latex gowns perfectly showing our curves. By now I couldn't even remember I was a man anymore, I longed for the night to get filled in all of my cavities. By lunch time a few guys got treated by the best blowjob they probably ever received and we girls put up a show sharing our treats through sensual kisses. Our booth won the prize for best business which means we'll have a free booth next year, I can't wait.

Friday night after the last customer was gone and the last contract signed I spent some time in the phone booth until I heard a knock on the door. I knew it wasn't one of the girls and when I opened I was surprised to see Steve, our IT guy. He was clearly impressed with my looks, I had so much experience now in reading men that I didn't even know if it was the programming or myself. But the bulge in his pants certainly made it very easy. He was serious though and said, we need to talk.

Basically there had been a problem with the wifi for the first part of the week and because of that the phone booth had not been able to signal in some problems that had occurred until late Wednesday. Normally it wouldn't make permanent changes to the suit wearer without approval from corporate headquarters, but because it couldn't contact them it required approval from the wearer, me. And I had given my consent, I remember that clearly and never regretted it for a moment. I figured that in order to get this hourglass figure I needed some tucking so to say. But I had wondered what was all the measuring upfront for, as it clearly was not the right size suit for my body. That's when Steve confessed he had done some photoshopping on my pictures before he uploaded them. The fembots required certain dimensions and mine were a bit off. He never realized there was a special Fembot suit for men, so he had ordered for three females and so he changed my picture until my dimensions were valid and I looked very female.

It suddenly hit me. Are you saying that my shape was adapted to your wet dream of a shapely woman? He nodded, eyes to the ground. What about my manhood? Last I remember is a needle being poked into it. That's the problem he said, it could not be fitted into the suit, you approved the permanent changes and it was surgically removed and a real vagina was constructed in it's place. Each night the booth checked the spot to keep it clean and prevent any infection. If you take off the suit tomorrow you will technically still be a woman.

I was shocked but not as upset as I should be. Steve continued, both our company and Fembot inc. are very sorry. I'm here to let you know that you will receive a years worth salary as compensation, as long as you won't sue. Plus four weeks of paid leave to get used to being a woman in real life. And Fembot Inc. has agreed to do more surgery to make you a complete woman, capable of giving birth, plus you get to keep the suit. And if you like they can provide an implant which contains a smaller version of the Fembot suit brain. It will provide you with similar programming as you experience now, effectively making you a woman in mind as well with all the knowledge as if you've been a woman all you life.

I thought about it and it actually seemed quite satisfying, but I can't really tell if that's me or some of the suit's programming causing me to be okay with this all. Why did they sent you, I ask him. He's clearly uncomfortable but then answers, they were going to fire me on the spot for making such a stupid mistake. But the sales numbers from you guys were so high and Fembot corporate let us know you had fully adapted to being a woman. So they made me the messenger and put my future in your hands, since your future is the product of my wet dream. You can shoot the messenger if you want, but I hope you'll allow the messenger to make it up to you. He looks at me hopeful when he says that. When he sees the questioning look on my metal face he continues. You look exactly like my dream girl and I would love to date you and perhaps even more. I recently inherited quite a fortune and I'm willing to share that if we become a couple. It's up to you then if you want to keep on working for the company but we could settle in the Caribbean for the rest of our lives if you'd want that.

I smile when he says all of that, but I won't let him off that easy. Before I make my decision you'll have to prove that you're worth it. I have experienced this week an enormous amount of wonderful sex and you need to top that. The look on his face tells me he can't believe his luck on what I just said. And my experienced fingers start already opening his pants and releasing his monster dick. I feel my mouth water at its looks and pull him onto me on the bed. If you make me a woman now I may be one forever. And that's when he enters me without any hesitation while kissing my mouth. I think I like my life...