Vacuum tubes on the end of prehensile antennae grabbed hold of James's clothing and pulled his clothing off his body. Soon, he was standing buck naked in his sister's bedroom.
The automated style device was a wonderfully futuristic and fanciful machine, but it couldn't perform miracles. The stubborn device was intent on turning James into Rebecca, but it could only do so much.
Shapewear of all sorts began squeezing its way onto James's body. A panty girdle began the process, forcing his genitals between his legs and giving him a flat crotch. A singlet was slipped over his torso, tucking his tummy in, forcing the fat to bulge outwards onto his hips. Control tights were slipped onto his legs, giving him the appearance of trim, yet muscular legs any woman would adore. Finally, a body shaping bustier has placed over his chest, giving him the appearance of breasts.
James felt as though his body was being crushed by a big silken hug. James estimated he had to be wearing nearly five pounds of underwear, all designed to make him look ten pounds lighter. He was sure that at any moment, the seams of the body shapers would rupture, spilling a cascade of fat and skin back into its original form. No such luck. He moved with all the grace and elegance of a derelict battleship, but no matter how he moved, it did not rip. The shapewear was of the highest quality, designed to accommodate Rebecca even if she gained upwards of fifty pounds.
James explored his body and the strange contorted state it had been forced into. The silk felt strange, both soft and smooth, but also firm and rigid. The contrast felt so odd against his skin. James felt pressure and sensations in parts of his body he'd never explored before. The small of his back. The outsides of his thighs. The underside of his glutes. They all looked and felt sexy. He would be aroused if it weren't his own body he was fondling. Not that he could get an erection underneath all the fabric, anyways.
In other places, James could barely tell where the undergarments stopped and he began. What was skin and what was padding? His hips looked wide, his waist looked small, but they still felt like his body underneath. He looked as though he had a C-cup peeking out of the bustier, but that couldn't all be just skin, could it? His butt looked ample and perky, but it hadn't actually grown, had it? He shuddered, feeling nauseated at how much it likely compared to his sister's rear.
"Wardrobe selection inbound," the machine said.
What is James about to be wearing?
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