The ride into the capital is uneventful. Danc looks out the car window and notes that this planet is very similar to his. The streets, the cars, the basic way of life seems like his own home planet, except the gender flip. If this guy is as good as he claims, then I can get what I want and get off planet without being noticed. And the sooner the better, as I can't stand being seen as a woman.
As expected, Delvin's place is very nice. He lives in a 3 story building amongst other 3 story buildings surrounded by skyscrapers. Evidently, the old town was set-up with owners of shops on the first floor living in the top two floors. Advances in the town to make it a city pushed those buildings to the outskirts. Even so, a mobster (or so Danc thinks) could easily fit into this world without question. He notes the first floor is some type of clothing or designer store (hard to tell at night). He parks in a garage in the basement with access from the alley between buildings (and out of sight of the main road). The ride up to Delvin's apartment is quiet, but when the elevator doors open, Danc cannot help a surprising, “Wow!”
Delvin grins, “Yes, it is something to behold for the 'common' person, but my clients have homes much more lavish.” Walking away, he says, “The quick tour: 2nd floor is the living room, kitchen, media room, bathroom. 3Rd floor is bedrooms, design room, bathroom. Questions?” Danc has to suppress the many he has and simply asks, “So, this is my 'prison' until my ID comes in?” Delvin knows he has impressed her, but she still feels the need to put him off. “Prison? Yes, and a very nice one. Here,” he says walking up the spiral staircase, “I will show you to your room.”
At the top of the stairs (which Danc managed not to fall, even in his feminine shoes), he sees a landing area with couches and low tables. From there, he sees 2 bedrooms and another room, which must be the design room. “This is my bedroom,” Delvin waves his hand, and Danc is impressed. His old military house could have fit in here. He even notes there is a balcony out the front of the room and a bathroom attached to the back of the room.
“And here is where you will be,” Delving says leading them into the other bedroom across the landing. It is much simpler, but the bed looks nice and the room clean and orderly, even has a simple bathroom. Stepping to the closet, he adds, “I have multiple female guests at any number of times, so feel free to wear whatever may fit you in here.” Danc nods his head in thanks, then says, “Uh, if it is all the same to you, I think I'm ready to go to bed.” Delvin grins and replies, “Mmm, indeed...but perhaps not tonight, if I may take a rain check.” Danc blushes at the joke and blusters, “Not what I...you know well that...whatever,” then storms into the closet to find other clothes.
Safely behind the closed closet, Delvin says loudly, “You will be up by 7, dressed in the android outfit by 7:30, and then down the service elevator before 8. More instructions will follow as time permits. Understood?” Danc replies with a 'yeah', then goes about stripping out of the these clothes. It takes longer than he would admit, but eventually they are off and in the hamper by the door. The closet is rather large, with a main walking area in the middle and clothes lining both sides, with drawers and cabinets underneath the hanging garments. He fishes around for a night shirt, but can't find one. He tries a t-shirt, but nothing there either. He eventually settles on a teddy that is rather see-through, but the 'panties' are comfortable and hold his manhood softly yet firmly.
Cursing his look in the mirror, ashamed of himself, he peeks out the closet door. Seeing that Delvin is gone, he checks that the bedroom door is locked, then he slips into bed. He mind starts to race with all that happened, but the pillow is quite soft. The sheets are cool and feel expensive. Danc tries not to think about the 'girlie lingerie' he is wearing, but even his mind cannot stop his body from the one thing it desperately needs: sleep. He is out within a few seconds. In another room, Delvin checks a viewscreen and nods, whispering, “As I expected, in very good shape and probably knows how to handle herself in a fight. Sexy but awkwardly so, yet,“ he pauses to take a sip of his drink, “I think she is just what I need.”
Next morning, Danc is awakened by a voice yelling from a distance. Rousing himself, he jerks his head up when Delvin's voice says, “Move it, sweetheart!” Danc rolls out of bed, the sheets and teddy doing all shorts of things to his body. “yeah, yeah,” he yells to the room, “I'm going.” Hopping into the shower, he uses the 'women's only' shampoo (use for hair on head only) and body wash (do NOT use on hair on head). Not sure what that means, he washes up quickly, dries off, and finds the android suit laying on the bed.
It is what you might expect: a latex-derived catsuit. The elbows and knees and other “joints” are painted on (or maybe printed into the fabric), along with a 'sleeve' for his manhood. It appears that female androids have them too, even if they might look a little different (hard to tell, he thinks). He wavers on what to do, then he catches a glimpse of Delvin going down the stairs. The man is in a suit, but has not put on his coat yet. Danc can clearly see the handgun sticking up from the back part of his belt. With a heavy sigh, he grabs the suit.
Wiggling his legs into it, the suit fits tightly, giving his feet a robotic look. Not exactly white, but definitely not a natural color. His legs are pulled in and his butt gets a lift from the suit as well. He carefully puts his manhood into the sleeve, which feels weird yet has a nice firm touch as well. The suit has a basic corset-type shape, so he gets a more hourglass figure now (tight but not too tight). The chest is not much bigger than what he has now, so that is a relief. He pulls the face and hood over his head. He positions it around so he can see clearly. “Uh, Delvin,” he says muffled by the suit, “I can't seem to zip it up.”
Delvin appears quickly and says, “Turn around and I'll help you.” Danc replies and feels the suit gripping him tighter as Delvin zips it up. As he finishes it, Danc hears a click then a snap then a beep. “Ok, hold still while the house security system registers you.” Danc asks, “What?!” Danc feels the suit stiffen then loosen then stiffen then loosen, then he hears, “Android T-12 has been registered. Would Master like to observe T-12's functions?” Danc is trying to move now, but he seems to be locked up again as before. Delvin says, “Not really, as it is late. Mainframe, please prepare T-12 for public and send it to the service elevator.”
Danc feels his manhood being shifted somewhat then...well then...it is hard to say what the suit is doing to me, but I feel like I can walk again. “T-12,” the robotic voice states, “Report to the service elevator immediately.” Testing his hands, Danc finds that he can move again, but his walk is different. Looking down, he sees that his once prominent manhood is now sort of tucked a bit, leaving him rather smooth down there with a less-than-obvious bump. Walking gracefully, he goes down the spiral stairs without issue. Delvin is at the bottom and says, “My, my, you looks quite sexy like that, T-12.” Before Danc can answer, Delvin continues on, “Ok, so go towards the service elevator in the kitchen. It will take you to the basement where the daily androids and workers enter. You will be processed to window display and then you are done. Simple, easy. Talk normal, act normal...my androids always have some personality.”
“T-12” the robotic voice states more emphatically, “Enter the service elevator immediately,” Delvin chuckles, “Better get going, Mainframe can get testy when no obeyed immediately,” then he reaches out and spanks Danc on the butt cheek. “Ok, buddy, let's not get too friendly, okay?” Danc says over his shoulder as he gracefully walks to the kitchen. And within moments, he is in the service elevator and on his way down. What did he mean, Danc thinks, about 'processing'?
When the elevator door opens, he is hit with sounds and movement from every direction. He can hear noises of talking and running machines. He can see people and androids and carts moving back and forth. He can smell that familiar scent of new clothes. As he steps off the elevator, another android walks up to him. It looks about the same height as him, with clear joints at elbows and knees and ankles and such. It has no hair but wears a blue, shiny, plastic ballcap. It's prominent chest and below-the-waist bump make it a female version. The bikini (not sure what else to call it) that it wears is the same blue as the hat and looks to also be made of plastic. The android says clearly in an almost-human voice, “T-12, welcome to your first day. You will follow me for window display. Stay close, it's a busy day.”
Danc follows orders and stays right in step with the other android. He looks around, his skills of observation have always been good, and takes in the store. Women and men move around handling clothes and machines and carts and whatever else you can imagine. Each one seems to know where they are going and what they are doing in a complicated choregraphed dance, except for him. The android that he follows leads him to a section of the large room labeled 'processing.' The android states, “Please step inside, turn around and await further instructions.” Danc does not want to be out of place, so he steps into the very small room, almost like a chamber or container.
Turning around, he notes that the android has left and the door has closed. Looking around the room, he can easily touch all the walls with an outstretched hand. Before he can probe further, another voice states, “T-12, place hands on hips and spread your feet apart shoulder width.” Danc follows orders and does just that. “Now, rotate your right hand in front of you as if you are holding something.” Danc is not sure quite what to do, so he keeps his left hand on his waist, then turns his right hand to move out in front of him, still with his arm bent.
“Hold that pose, T-12.” He hears, so he does. I wonder what this is all about, he thinks. He suddenly feels a strange sensation as a laser plane descends from the ceiling. On his planet, these are body scanners used at spaceports. Hmm, he wonders, maybe they need to scan me to process me. The laser plane quick goes through his body, and he is not quite the same. He could feel it move through him, like it was changing him. Each part of his body seemed to just stop and now he can't move...again.
Trying to push himself, he finds he is stuck fast. “T-12, enter standby mode as mannequinization completes.” Danc would have gulped audibly if he could: 'mannequinization'? He can see himself faintly through the glass of the door. His “joints” have disappeared, and he has taken on a very smooth sheen. I don't look real, he notes. In fact, I might be a...
He does not finish that thought, as the laser plane returns completing the process. The once organic being that had pretended to be an android was now a hollow mannequin of plastic. His pose is just as requested, as his non-smiling face. The door opens and an android, this one wearing a green hat and bikini, picks him up. Within moments, Danc is dressed in a dress and flats. He is carried like a book under the arm of the android to the front of the store. Placed easily in the front, the flats are locked onto a stand. The stand is rotated so he faces the customers outside, then the stand is locked in place. The android straightens the shiny yet flexible red dress. Satisfied, the android places a black wig on Danc's plastic head. The wig is a crew-cut, similar to what he wore as a new recruit in the military years ago. The android turns and goes onto the next task.
Danc, with no knowledge of himself, stands in that same pose for 12 hours. People walk by, drive by, roll by, and remark on the store and its quality. People come in and go out. People buy and people look. Men with wives whose heads are turned while shopping feel Danc's leg or butt quickly, hoping no one noticed. To Danc, the day passes and he is aware of nothing.
As the business closes for the night, Danc and the other mannequins are returned to processing where they are restored. As soon as the laser plane ascends again, Danc thinks, “Mannequin.” But then he notes, that he can move again. Wait, he thinks again, what happened? The door opens and the blue android hands him a bottle. “T-12, please consume the lubricant to replenish the processors side effects.” Side effects, he questions, it didn't do anything. He takes the bottle and notes its creamy viscosity. Stepping out of the processor, he turns to the front of the store and notes that it is dark outside. “Wait,” he asks, “Where's the daylight?”
The android takes Danc's arm and tilts the bottle into his mouth. He almost chokes on it and it replies, “T-12 has been a mannequin for the past 12.1 hours. Please log time stamp when connection to WiFi is restored. T-12 must consume the entire bottle of lubricant before leaving.” Danc continues to drink the bland goop as he takes in what he just did today. I stood still in public and didn't even know it...how is that possible?
Pondering that, he returns the bottle to the android. Hmm, he admits, I really was quite thirsty, and that stuff wasn't too bad. “T-12, report to the service elevator. Your services are no longer needed today.” Danc replies, “Uh, confirmed and thank you.” He walks away, graceful as ever. I don't know what this suit is doing, but it sure makes it easy getting around. Reaching the service elevator it opens up for him. Stepping inside, he turns around to note the room he just left: mostly quiet with little to no movement. “Fastest work day ever,” he mumbles with a grin. And at that, the elevator closes and ascends to his new home.
When he exits the service elevator, he can smell food. And not just any food, it smells amazing. Mouth watering, he walks into the main room. He can see the mostly glass front wall, giving him an excellent view of downtown. He stops to admire, but then he hears movement off to his right. Turning, he walks into the media room. Inside, he sees a large TV screen, comfortable chairs, and several table games that match any bar at home. However, in the middle of the room is another table, set for two. The table has steak, potatoes, and salad. The glasses are fancy, as is the silverware. “I figure you are starved,” Delvin says. Danc notices that even though it is the end of the day, he still looks like he stepped out of a magazine. “Yes, sir,” Danc replies with vigor, “I am!” Delvin holds up his hand, “Well, you cannot eat wearing that, just in case we have a surprise guest. Go put on a full length dress and high heels then return.”
Danc starts to tell him where he can shove that full length dress, but when he glances at the food again, he quickly spins on his heel, says a few choice words under his breath, and goes upstairs. Once in his room, he attempts to release the suit but cannot. The clasps seem locked. Before he can do anything else, Mainframe says, “T-12, this unit is forbidden to alter its programming. Shutdown sequence initiated.” Danc can feel the suit freeze up but at the same time, the clasps unlock and he can feel the pressure around his head subside. Not questioning it, he pulls the hood and suit off quickly. Standing naked in the room, he rushes into the closet and finds a green full length dress. Not bothering with underwear, he slips it on. The off-the-shoulder dress pulls in his waist a bit, but not like the android suit. The slits down both sides goes from his waist to his ankles. The only matching high heels are 2 inches. His groan is overpowered by his grumbling stomach, so he puts them on.
Back downstairs, Delvin stands when Danc enters the room. “Ah, Danica, you look lovely.” Danc nods a thank you and sits down. Delvin pours Danc a glass of wine then says, “Please, dig in. I'm hungry, too.” And for the next few minutes, neither speaks as they set about to eating all the food in front of them. After several minutes, Delvin says, “Do not take this the wrong way, but I like the fact that you eat food...and not just pick at it.” Danc says through a full mouth, “I was raised to clean all the food that's set before you.” Delvin nods his head and adds, “For future reference, I would prefer you not going without underwear in public. While I would likely enjoy the ease of an intimate night with you, my clientele prefer a more formal look.”
Danc looks down and says, “How did you know?” Delvin smiles, “Well, there are no bra lines under that tight dress of yours, and quite frankly, I can see your nipples pushing through.” Danc looks down again, and notes his nipples are noticable under the thin, tight dress. “Uh,” he stammers, “Sorry about that, I was in such, uh, hurry, that...” Delvin holds up his hand, “it's not a problem really, but the parking lot bot just notified me that we have a guest. Could you go put something on under that and a touch of make-up, please? Thank you!” Danc moved to reply but Delvin was already up and leaving the room. Grumbling to himself, Danc ate one more bite of his roll then went upstairs.
Danc found a strapless bra and put it on (he had to make multiple adjustments to it as it was last worn by someone with a larger chest than him). He then hiked up his dress and put on a pair of boy-short panties. It was at this point he noticed something: no body hair. Moving into the small bathroom, he can feel his smooth skin has no body hair on arms or legs or “woah, never been clean shaven down there,” he remarks suddenly. Thinking back, he mumbles, “Wonder if the processor did that?” Hearing Delvin call up, Danc puts his face into the make-up stand on the sink counter and presses: light. Within 2 seconds, he has a light dusting on his cheeks and eyes. Not bothering to check it, as he does not really care, he heads back downstairs.
The one man sits in the chair sipping a drink, while the other man has his arms around a woman and sits on the couch. The men look similar in build and clothing style to Delvin: expensive suits. The woman is built more like Danc, and has her arms on the smaller man. Her hair is short, her dress is long and shiny, and her heels are an inch, at best. Again, Danc must admit, he is not out of place here as a woman.
“Who's the lady friend?” the one man asks suspiciously.
Delvin waves Danc over to him on the other couch. Patting the spot next to him, Danc sits down, as lady-like as he can, and Delvin puts his hand on Danc's knee. “This is Danica, my live-in girlfriend. Danica, these are some of my,” he pauses slightly, “colleagues in the business. They wanted to stop by and check in on a few things.” Danc smiles and says, “It's a pleasure to meet you.” The one man with the girl on his arm says, “Hey, Jello, go make me a drink...take your time.” The other guy looks at Danc and says, “Why don't you help her?” Delvin turns to Danc as Danc turns to him, “Sure, honey, go ahead. I'll have a Wet Blue Tree please.”
Danc rises as Jello grabs him by the arm, “Come on,” she says in a voice deeper than his, “Let's let the men talk like they think they are important.” Danc cannot believe he is being sent out of the room while the “men” talk, or maybe it was the forcefulness of Jello and her almost-bass voice. Once in the kitchen, they head to the bar area. Jello is anything but that, Danc observes. Her arms and legs are muscular, but not overly so. Her tight shiny dress is off the shoulder and half way down her chest and almost half way up her butt. Danc cannot help but watch her walk around the kitchen, hunting down what she needs. Her face is not as feminine as Danc would like, but she is smooth and her hair is bobbed around her ears.
Grabbing some glasses, Jello asks, “Are you gonna admire my butt all night, or are you gonna make your man a drink?” Danc blushes and says while moving to the fridge and opening the door, “Uh, I wasn't, I mean, I'm just...” Jello moves over to Danc, pressing him against the open fridge door. She is slightly taller than Danc, but way more curvy and beautiful. Her chest pushes in on his, where he can feel her warmth in front but the coolness of the fridge behind. “Uh, J-j-jello, we should, uh, you know,” Danc says weakly as she moves her shiny dress all around on his shiny dress.
“Look,” she says taking his arms and bringing her face close to his, “He wants me to take my time and I plan on doing just that. And besides, I'm tired of his love making anyway, if you call it that.” Danc feels her body moving up and against his, her lips gently kissing his neck, then his cheek. Her hands get around his back at the same time he puts his around hers. The fridge is compensating for the door being open, so he can feel a cold wind down his back, with a large hot compress in his front.
Before he realizes it, they are kissing. Her soft lips just melt him as he stands there. He cannot help but kiss back (when was the last time I was with a woman? He thinks. Let alone, a woman as hot as this?). Their arms draw each other closer, making the moment even better. He does not know what to think at the moment, as his sexual drive has been completely altered with this new world. His left hand comes around to grab her breast, which is firmer than any he had ever felt. At the same time, her hand moves to the slits in his dress, so that her hand can stroke his manhood. They both moan loudly, enjoying the spontaneous moment together.
In the other room, the men continue to discuss two different shipments to be made this week. Delvin seems unconcerned, “Look, we have done this before, so our system will work again.” The other men seem less than convinced, “Listen, Del, we like you, and we know you will probably get a seat at the Table soon, but,” he stops to lean in slightly, “I'm not willing to bet on you yet.” While Delvin appreciates his honesty, he finds it offensive in his own home. Rising from the couch, “I'll tell your wench to make your drink to go...the deliveries will be on schedule with no casualties. Got it!”
At that moment, Danc is getting something new. They are kissing passionately with him still partially sitting in the open fridge and her pressing into him. “I brought my straw,” she moans softly while kissing his ear, “Did you bring yours?” He continues to to kiss down her neck onto the top of her firm breasts. He moans a soft, “yes” to the feelings he is having, and the affect it is having on his manhood. She draws his head up and says, “I'll stir you if you stir me, sweetness.” He is somewhat confused to this vocabulary of foreplay, until he notices her making a circular motion with her hips while kissing him on the mouth. He returns the kiss and then feels her “straw” next to his. He jumps, but not far, as there really is no where to go. Her stiff womanhood makes lap after lap around his stiff manhood, their dresses and panties pulled out of the way. He feels as though he could be sick, but the pressed soft lips of her mouth on his, along with her large, almost-hard breasts on his chest, makes it hard to think what is really going on down there. In fact, he almost feels like he could, “Oh...oh...oh...”
The other men, realizing they may have said too much but not caring enough to apologize, reply, “Fine, see you tomorrow night.” Before Delvin gets to the kitchen, the man with Jello says while looking at the device on his wrist, “Uh, you might want to wait just a moment. I think Jello is having...” At that moment, a scream-type moan comes from the kitchen. None of the men know exactly who made the bellowing noise, as it could have been both or just one. He touches a button on the device and a thud could be heard from the kitchen. The one man says with a chuckle, “That Jello can't keep it under her dress can she?” They both laugh at that comment and walk to the front door, while Delvin steps into the kitchen. “Put her in the service elevator and send her down...I'll deal with her later,” he says with little conviction. Then stopping in the hallway just outside the door to say one thing more, “Don't make me deal with you in the same way, Del. You won't survive it.”
Delvin gulps softly with his back turned to them as he sees the scene in the kitchen. He might have been shocked by what he said, or he might be shocked by Danica sitting partially in the fridge. Her dress is open and her womanhood still sticking out prominently, though the look on her face says it won't be for long. Jello is on her back on the floor breathing heavy, her eyes glazed over and her mouth wet. It most likely is drool from her due to the electric shock she just took, based on the mess on Danica's and Jello's dress. Not concerned with her, but still with some care, he grabs her under the arms and drags her to the service elevator. He props her up in the corner, and she does not protest, as she does not even seem to notice him. Delvin hits the garage button and steps back towards the kitchen, not even bothering to watching the door close with the dazed woman inside.
What...just...happened? Danc thinks as he slowly stands up from the fridge, somewhat disoriented. He looks down to see his manhood holding the dress back from falling into place, so he makes an attempt to move it properly, but he can't seem to move his hands or fingers. His feet and toes and hands and fingers are all tingling, like they are asleep or something. Delvin walks in and Danc sees him and tries to turn away, but he cannot seem to move right.
Delvin says sympathetically, “Try not to move too fast, those stingers affect anyone in contact with them.” Delvin grabs a towel and wets it from the sink. Coming over to Danc, he gently wipes his legs and manhood off, which would have made Danc's eyes go wide, if he was not so dazed at the moment. “I knew she had a thing for women, but I had no idea she would go down on you like that so quickly.” Danc nods slowly, as Delvin dries him off with the other side of the towel. “Now, when you are as sexy as you are, I can see her reasoning,” he adds while deftly putting Danc back into his panties and straightening the dress in front of him. “There you go, back to normal...sort of.” Danc does not know what to say, so he manages a weak, “thank you.”
Delvin puts his arm around Danc and slowly walks him to his personal elevator, which had just returned from dropping off Jello. Delvin steadies Danc, still feeling the electrical affects of the stinger, until they get up a floor, then he escorts “her” to the bedroom. “Now, you might want to lay down,” Delvin advises, “Those stingers can have lasting affects beyond just the immediate. Admittedly, they are very effective as personnel control.” Now, he might have continued saying more, but Danc does not remember it as he falls into the soft bed, unconscious. Delvin admires his large, sexy beauty facedown on the bed, and turns out the light. “Soon, I hope,” he mutters, his arousal evident in his words.