"Subject evaluation complete" stated the mechanical voice.
Suddenly the light in the booth turned a rich shade of purple. "Commencing disrobing"
droned the voice, as twelve spindly mechanical arms shot out of the back of the chamber.
With surprising ease, they quickly ripped John's jeans, underwear, and T-shirt apart at the
seams, snatching the rags from his body and leaving him naked except for his socks and
tennis shoes.
"Hey, wait a minute!" protested John, who was still holding the yellow jumpsuit in his right
hand. He could see the toon attendant give him the once over through the thick but
transparent glass of the chamber, and felt a not entirely unwelcome stirring in his loins.
"Phase 1 of toonification commencing" stated the matter-of-fact voice. A blue gas was
pumped into the chamber, as two of the mechanical arms (capped with silly looking white-
gloved robotic hands) shot out of the back of the booth and grasped hold of John's ears.
John felt the hands gently pinch the top of his ears and slowly begin to tug upward. As
the tugging continued, another set of mechanical arms grabbed his waist, while a third set
started to massage his ass.
John moaned to himself, as the deft mechanical fingers continued to mold his ears,
pressing them into elongated ovals as if they were putty. He also started to feel a not
unpleasant sensation in his tail-bone, as the hands at his rear began to pinch the skin just
above his ass crack.