The blinding electrical storm at the core of the machine finally died down. Heavy mist spilled out onto the floor. With a whir and a click, the restraints holding me down released, and I slid limp out and onto the cold hard floor; too weak from the transformation to catch myself.
I felt like I'd run a merathon. Every inch of my body felt exhausted beyond belief. And everything felt raw and new, as if I was in a brand new body that had never been used before. Every tiny sensation was novel and fresh. It was far too much for my ravaged mind to process. I felt small and delecate, and so very very tired.
Someone flipped me onto my back. The touch on my bare shoulder sent shivers down my spine. Sleepily, I looked up at Adam kneeling over me. Through my hazy mind, the cute 18 year old looked somehow much larger than before. He smiled down at me with such a warm expression that I almost forgot that he'd been the one to frame me, enslaved me, and ruined my life.
"He's perfect." That was the last thing I heard before I lost conciousness from exhaustion.
I lay in a fluffy cloud of bliss. It took my sleepy head a few minutes to wake up from the wonderful dream. I just wanted to hug the clouds and cuddle up in them forever without a thought in my little head. But then I remembered the trial. My sentence. My transformation.
I opened my bright blue eyes to find myself burried in a mountain of pillows, teddies and plushies. They felt so soft against my naked frame. I couldn't help but stretch and yawn, rubbing my eye sleepily. Sitting up, I looked down at my new body.
Gone were my hairy, manly legs, replaced with a slender, porcelain smooth, pinkish set of legs with small cute feet. My avrage, roughly trimmed uncut cock had been turned into a tiny little dicklet with a crotch that had never gotten to the stage of hair growth.
My regular male hips, butt and thighs now had a distinctly feminine lush curve to them. And my partial six pack that I'd been working on had transformed into a slim waste that had no particular indication of strength to it.
I ran my dainty little fingers up my body, gasping at how detailed I could feel every little thing. It was like my regular skin had become as sensetive to touch as my tongue, while my finger tips and erogenous zones were even more responsiv. When I brushed over my left nipple I had to pause and hold on for dear life as I was thrown down a rollercoaster of sensation.
Resisting the urge to just lay there and play with myself, I crawled to my knees, trying to learn how to stand. Everything was new to this body, and I would have to learn basic moter control all over again. I fell back onto my bubble butt in the pillow pile when I tried to get up. My face was red with frustration and humiliation. I had worked hard to be an independant and self sufficient man. I never accepted help or handouts. My pride and dignity were at the heart of who I was. Finding myself so helpless and pathetic that I couldn't even find my feet made my face red and tears to fill the corners of my eyes. And crying about it just made me feel like even less of a man.
In the end, I had to use one of the giant teddy bears as support to stand. On wobble soft footing, I observed the play room I was in. Padded walls with childish designs. Colorful toys. Airplanes, rockets and teradactol models hung from strings in the ceiling. A window showed a large garden through one wall. And trouble two of the other walls were doors. No wardrobe, desk, chair or bed. It was just a play room. Even the floor felt like a giant mattress.
My giant pile of pillows and stiffed animals dominated one corner of the play room, and was so big that I could have stood in the center and still been completely obscured. I could only see out because I'd been laid to sleep at it's edge.
I fell over and crawled to the window and climbed up to standing, and found I was just barely tall enough to get my chin over the windowsill. If this room wasn't novelty sized or something, I'd have to guess that I couldn't be any taller than around 3'9" (114 cm). I was tiny!
The garden outside was beautiful. Large open field. Vibrant grass. Thick bushes and flowery trees, with a swing hanging from one. Flowerbeds full of enchantingly pretty plants of all sorts. All enclosed on three sides by the large house, or possibly mansion, and opening out upon a lake with steep cliffs on the far side. It was a breathtaking prison. But a prison never the less. I resisted being drawn in by the charm. I had to escape and fight and find the evidence that I was innocent. I'd get back my normal body and status and dignety and life! And I'd get my revenge on Adam. On Victor. On my useless lawyer and the biased judge and everyone who'd cursed and disowned and disgarded me.
The play-room door rattled as someone began unlocking it. Suddenly very aware of how naked I was, my expression went for red with anger to red with embarrassment. I scrambled back towards the pillow and teddy mountain and dove in to hide.