Edwin scrolled the list looking for the best choice. "C' mon, something interesting... All these will just turn me into some stupid jock." As he scrolled through the options, a French maid outfit soon caught his eye.
"Perfect!" He said to himself; he DID want to try something different for a while. While he did mind the fact that it was female, he figured could just revert everything if he didn't like it. To make sure he had that option, Edwin took to changing up the settings the Chronivac had established as the default.
Fingers clicking away, he quickly made sure the change would be more suited for him.
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IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute
TRANSFORMATION TIME: 1 minute
IDEALNESS (1 TO 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 9
DURATION OF CHANGE: 1 week
PLEASURE FROM CHANGE: Yes
BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE CHANGE): 85%
REALITY ALTERATION (1 TO 5, 5 BEING IT'LL BE LIKE YOU WERE BORN THE WAY YOU LOOK, 1 BEING NOTHING WILL CHANGE): 5
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Finished with the settings, Edwin hit submit, causing a large box suddenly to appear on his desk.
"Nice!" He said to himself, opening it and lifting the clothes out.
Included in the outfit that the Chronivac had provided for him were a black dress, a frilly white apron, a pair of black pumps, a pair of white stockings, a white bra, and a pair of white panties. Edwin walked over to his door and locked it, and for good reason.
If he wasn't transformed and his mother or his sister Dawn caught him trying on women's clothing, it would make for an extremely awkward situation. Of course, that would all change when he finished changing and reality changed, but one could never be too sure.
He removed all his clothes, then began to first put on the panties (which his current genitals stretched) and bra. He pulled the dress over his head and wrapped the apron around his waist. Finally, he slipped on the knee-high stockings and the heeled shoes. Looking at himself in the mirror, Edwin had to admit that he looked extremely silly.
At that moment, however, the Chronivac began to beep and a message appeared on-screen: CLOTHING HAS BEEN PUT ON. BEGINNING TRANSFORMATION. "Here we go!" Edwin said, unable to hold in his excitement.
First, Edwin felt his dick shrinking. Lifting up his skirt, he saw nothing but panties; he was now officially a SHE. "Freaky!" Edwin's hair grew longer, down to her neck, darkening in color, becoming raven black. Her fingernails lengthened and her face became more feminine, her skin lightning to a milky white.
Her waist began to tighten, as her ass swelled, giving her an hourglass figure. Her spine snapped backward, giving her a more curvy look as her chest began to tingle. "Wow!" Edwin exclaimed as her chest grew to fit the bra, her nipples becoming rounder and more sensitive, with DD-cup breasts. Her legs and feet became dainty and hairless, as red nail polish began to apply to the nails on her fingers and her toes.
Her changes finished, Edwin looked in the mirror, giggled, and lied down on the bed.
"Heehee... Je suis une femme. Ah!" Edwin sat up with a start, hand raised to her mouth. What did she just say? "Je... Je suis une femme." She could speak French! But... did that mean that she couldn't speak English?
"Ah ahm a woomahn." Edwin tried out, the words feeling foreign in her mouth. So she could speak a little English, but her heavy accent made it hard to speak. That was interesting, but more pressing concerns began to rise in Edwin's now changing mind.
"Mon dieu!" Edwin cried, looking at her room. "Zis room... Eet ees so... dirty." Even before she was a girl, Edwin's room was a mess. She got up from the bed and made her way around the room, putting away loose clothes. "Ah... C'est fini." She liked to speak French. It rolled off her tongue easier than English. A knock came at her door. "Estelle!"
Edwin recognized the voice as her mother, figuring that she must've been employed to her family in this new reality. "Ah... Cahmming!" Estelle said as she walked towards the door, subconsciously swaying her hips more like a female. Opening the door, she came face to face with her mom. "Ah... Miss Dias! What do you want?"
"Estelle, I'm heading to work. I left the grocery list on the fridge as usual." Miss Dias said, dressed for her job as a teacher.
Estelle thought for a moment. Grocery list? Oh, right! She remembered that she came to America to find a job, so she started working for Miss Dias as a general cleaning maid, to look after the house and her adopted daughter, Dawn. How could she have forgotten that?
"Ah, of course. When I 'ave a chance I will do eet." Estelle said, not realizing that her room was now transforming into a guest room, the Chronivac still turned on. As reality changed, however, it became stuffed into a container, not that Estelle not even recall the Chronivac anymore. The mental changes were far more stronger than she had anticipated as Edwin.
"Good. Dawn will need to go to her soccer game at 5. Don't forget." Edwin's former mom said before leaving the room. "Thanks again!"
"Ahh... I 'ad bettah get to work." Estelle said to herself, heading downstairs.