Marco Shrugged

 

Image Description: A young woman with long dark brown hair crouches next to a window with her hands near her face. She has a hesitant, innocent expression on her face. She is wearing a frilly turquoise dress with the bustier pulled down to expose her large breasts. She has a black choker around her neck, thigh-high white stockings, and clear high-heeled shoes. She has a moderately-sized erect cock sticking out from under her little skirt, with a silver ring around her cock and balls. 

Caption: It started so simply. 

“Marco, have you ever thought about growing your hair out?”  Stacy asked. “We’ve got this new nanite tonic at the lab that speeds up hair growth. You can change it back if you don’t like it.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the tonic. Within a week, his hair was thicker and fuller than it had been in years, and came down between his shoulder blades. Some of the guys gave him shit for how girly it looked, but he kind of liked it. And Stacy really seemed to like it, brushing it and braiding it for him. 

A few weeks later, she said. “You know how you were talking about your family history of skin cancer? Well, we’ve got this new treatment that’s supposed to reduce your risk and clear up blemishes and calluses. You can stop using it if youdon’t like it.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the treatment. After just a few days, his skin was so much softer and more sensitive, and almost free of defects. The guys at work didn’t really notice, but Marco found his body hair so itchy that he kept shaving it all off. It was okay, he really liked how his complexion looked now.

Then, a few days later, Stacy said, “You know, if you want to stop shaving, we have this depilatory cream. It’s basically side-effect free, but if you don’t like it, you can stop using it.”

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the cream. It was so much easier than shaving, and his skin felt so much smoother and less irritated. He liked it so much that he even started using it on his face. It saved him a bunch of time in the mornings, even if one of the guys at work said he looked like a baby now. 

One night, lying alongside him in bed, Stacy traced a finger along his smooth skin and said, “You’re so nice and smooth now. Have you ever thought about dressing up a little? We don’t have to do it if you don’t like it.”

Marco shrugged, so Stacy bought him a few pieces of clothing. He felt silly at first, stumbling in heels and trying to get his stockings to stay up, but Stacy enjoyed it. And eventually Marco liked it enough to wear the stockings and panties under his pants at work a couple of times. 

“You know, we’ve been testing these body-shaping nanites at work. You apply them to clothing, and they reshape your body to fit what you’re wearing. There’s this silver control ring that you put around anything you want the nanites to leave alone. I thought maybe we could try it. It’s totally reversible, so if you don’t like it, we can change you back.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the nanite spray. Marco started with the stockings, feeling his muscular legs made smooth and lithe by the nanites, feeling the heels shape his feet into dainty curves. 

He lost a couple inches of height, but he didn’t mind. The next day, he put the control ring around his genitals and tried on the panties. He could tell that people at work were looking at him strangely, but he liked the way his wide new hips and bubble butt swayed when he walked. He took a few days vacation to try on the bustier that drew his waist in and made his chest fill out, and the choker necklace that softened his face and raised his voice. He thought he looked gorgeous, and Stacy clearly agreed. 

A few days later, Stacy asked, ”Marco, have you ever thought about taking off the control ring?"

Commentary: This is more of a feminization/"sissy" caption than I usually do, and I hope I explained the tech well enough to sell the ending, but I think it came out pretty well. 

Just a Little Glitch

Image Description: A blond woman is sitting on an ornate gold-and-white bed. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, and is wearing a lacy pink-bowed purple bra with matching purple panties and a garter belt, which is connected to her pink stockings. She is pulling down her panties to expose her erect cock and tight balls. 

Caption: “Does this look like the ‘Full Womanhood Experience’ to you, Craig?”

“Lots of women have penises, Ty.”

“Sure, but I didn’t need cutting-edge nanotech to give me a dick. I had a dick already, I want to try having a pussy. It’s half of why I paid for this.”

“Fine, fine, it’s just a glitch. Sometimes the nanites have trouble reconstructing the more complex organs. Any other problems?”

“No, I’m totally happy with the rest. I’m fuckin’ hot, my tits are fantastic, I just need to get rid of this thing. It’s been hard enough to break rocks all morning.”

“That’s typical with this bug. There, reboot signal sent. You’re on your way to a shiny new vagina, though the arousal might last another day or two.”

“Okay, but how long until my pussy is ready?”

“A few hours. Why?”

“Why? I’ve got a date. Did you think I dressed like this for you?”

“You know I can still reprogram those nanites, right? Maybe you’d like to have two dicks.”

The Signal

Image Description: A naked brunette woman stands in a dark room, in front of a circular fan. She is shining a bright white light into the camera from her hand, as her other hand is held under her large breasts.

Caption: That’s right, stare into the light. Can you feel it? The light enters your eye, focused by your lens onto your retina, where it’s converted into signals for your brain to interpret. And for the nanites swarming your system, which interpret it as an activation signal. Can you feel them swimming around your brain, rearranging key synapses, triggering neurotransmitter and hormone production? I can tell that you’re feeling something. Warmth, right? Tingling throughout your body? A strange sense of serenity or floating? That’s to be expected. It’s how the nanites prepare you for stage two. I know what you’ve heard about us, but we really don’t want you to feel any discomfort. We want to make you the best you can be.

You might feel some itching; it’s a side-effect of the folicular manipulation. The paralytics in your system won’t let you scratch it, but that’s for the best. Your skin’s already much more sensitive and delicate, you wouldn’t want to damage it. Look on the bright side: you’ll never have to worry about shaving again—anywhere. It’s one of the perks.

It’s kind of funny: of all the changes your body’s going through, the only one you really feel is the hair. You probably haven’t noticed the nanites reconstructing your bones. You’ll have some trouble reaching the top shelf now, but they needed that extra mass for your hips and that perfect little heart-shaped derrière. You’ve got such a nice hourglass figure already. I’m actually a little jealous.

Oh, I almost forgot, those wide hips mean you’re already into stage three, secondary sex characteristics. You might feel flushed, maybe some shortness of breath as the hormones do their thing. Don’t be embarrassed if you experience some sexual arousal during this stage. We’re compressing years of puberty into a few short minutes, so it’s bound to happen. Why, watching your little buds grow into such proud breasts is even turning me on a little. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to feel them later.

Breathing heavy? That means stage four is starting. The nanites have assembled in your abdomen, and they’re stimulating tissue growth for your new internal organs. You can probably feel that rush of blood to your genitals, as the nanites do their most intricate work. They’re repurposing that external tissue, compressing and multiplying those nerve endings. It’s numb now, but when they’re done you’ll be in the top percentile of human erogenous sensitivity, another little perk for our patients.

When I turn off the light, the nanites will go dormant. You’ll shed them in the next few weeks, and—well, we’ll cover that in orientation tomorrow. For the rest of tonight, I think I’ll leave you alone to get in touch with your new feelings.

Commentary: I haven't done a word count, but I think this is my longest one to date. It's also one of the few where I put the reader in the transformee's shoes. Hope you enjoyed it, and let me know if the nanites got their signal.