Katie scrunched her nose up. A cold, awful feeling came over her. She knew, immediately, what it was: there was a man heading towards the salon, with a flyer in his hand. Not just any man - a jock from her old school. His name was Steve.
“Ugh, okay. Let’s get this over with.” She said to herself. She HATED men. Hopefully, she could shove him right in the chamber and be done with it.
The jock walked in. “Uh... hey. I’m not usually into this faggy shit, but I got a flyer for some kinda full body treatment and I’m really sore...” He said, almost meekly, his big booming voice ALMOST quiet for a split second.
“...Katie?! I, uh.. I mean... I must be in the wrong place, haha...” he said, preparing to leave in shame.
“Oh, hey Steve! No, I think you’re in the right place. Come on back!” She said, gagging to herself that she was being so nice to a man.
“Oh... uh, okay.” He said, following her.
“Here it is! The full body massage machine. It’s great!” She said, showing him the hermaphrodite chamber.
“I just... get in?” Steve asked.
“Yep! Just strip first. I’ll be in the other room, don’t worry.” She said. Katie didn’t want to see his pathetic cock anyway.
Steve complied and got in the chamber.
******
Katie walked over to her new control room and looked at the hermaphrodite transformation options. So many... almost too many.
The machine had options to change the herm’s hair color, height, eye color, even race... besides that, there were tons of presets, and that they could be combined... She figured one would be good for Steve and picked....