The mall opened and all was quiet. As the hours crept by, a commotion started building outside of your small, box-shaped world. The sounds of footsteps, distant conversations, and cheesy pop-music penetrated the thick curtains that covered your entrances. The time passed quickly for you now perceived time the way a machine does. You patiently waited and waited for your next input.
At 10:40:22.7 AM, somebody peeled back your curtains. The person was a 25-year-old man. He was fat around the middle and had broad shoulders. His neckbeard was sweaty and his brown hair was greasy and unkempt. What to man saw was when he sat down was a computer screen. It read, "Choose Your Transformation:" followed by a blank space. The man reached forward and began to type out his desired transformation.
"A thin, busty, female version of myself," He typed.
You accepted his wish. You accessed the impossible power within your mechanical body. The excess fat evaporated off of his body. His neckbeard receded into his chin and his cheekbones reshaped themselves into a feminine silhouette. His brown hair grew longer. Because he wished to be a female version of himself, his long hair remained greasy and unwashed. Changing his chest was easy because he already had a pair of fatty man-boobs. You made big and busty as he desired. His penis receded into his groin. Then, a vagina appeared as his hip-fat was put to better use.
The man-turned-woman clothes were the last to change. Her XXL shirt shrunk to fit her size. Her boxers transformed into panties. A DD-cup bra appeared underneath her shirt.
You watched through your camera eye as your first customer witnessed her new body. She patted herself down. Her mouth agape with shock. She was freaking out. She forced aside the curtain and dashed outside in a panic.
You did not care if your customer enjoyed her new body or not. You had simply had done as requested. And you would do the same for next customer.