Conversions had been very steady. So steady in fact they had become something of a conveyor belt assembly kind of process in order to accommodate the sheer volume, which necessarily sacrificed some of the personal touches that were more common when “batches” were low.
Jeff had discovered a “Semi-Randomized” option under one of the settings tabs in the Chronivac one day and upon further investigation found that this would scan baseline humans in the target area for their fetishes and then choose randomly within the individual range for their transformations.
This greatly sped up the process but, as Jeff would discover, the Chronivac didn’t choose what the individual would consciously want, it basically made an “educated guess” based on thoughts, fantasies, and subconscious whims and chose a form within that.
The majority of people were beyond happy with their new lives, but always there were a few who found themselves humiliated by having their inner selves exposed even to the ultra progressive community, but Jeff told himself you had to break a few eggs to make an omelette and that if the new converts wanted a more hand picked form then they should have been more bold like the early adopters.
As we join the story now, a fresh batch of would be converts has been ushered into the church’s new Convertorium, a decadently furnished palace of unnatural pleasures in whose corridors and rooms they would find new lives….