Joey scrolled the list looking for the best choice. "C'mon, something interesting... All these will just turn me into some stupid jock." A French maid outfit caught his eye. "Perfect!" He did mind the fact that it was female; He could just revert everything if he didn't like it.
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IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute
TRANSFORMATION TIME: 1 minute
IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8
DURATION : 1 week
PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes
BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50%
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He hit submit and a large box suddenly appeared on his desk. "Cool." He opened it and lifted the clothes out. Included in the outfit was a black dress, a frilly white apron, a pair of black pumps, a pair of white stockings, a white bra, and a pair of white panties. Joey walked over to his door and locked it; If he wasn't transformed and his mother caught him trying on women's clothing, it would make for an extremely awkward situation. He removed all his clothes. He first put on the panties (which his current genitals stretched) and bra. He pulled the dress over his head and wrapped the apron around his waist. Finally, he slipped on the knee-high stockings and the heeled shoes. Looking in the mirror, he looked extremely silly. The Chronivac began to beep and a message appeared on-screen: CLOTHING HAS BEEN PUT ON. BEGINNING TRANSFORMATION.
First, Joey felt his dick shrinking. Lifting up his skirt, he saw nothing but panties. "Freaky!" Joey's hair grew longer, down to her neck. Her fingernails lengthened and her face became more feminine. "Wow!" Her chest grew to fit the bra, and Joey ended up with DD-cup breasts. Her legs and feet became dainty and hairless. Joey looked in the mirror, giggled, and lied down on the bed.
"Heehee... Je suis une femme. Ah!" Joey sat up. What did she just say? "Je... Je suis une femme." She could speak French! But does that mean she can't speak English? "Ah ahm a woomahn." She could speak a little English, but her heavy accent made it hard to speak. "Mon dieu!" Joey looked at her room. "Zis room... Eet ees so... dirty." Even before she was a girl, Joey's room was a mess. She got up from the bed and made her way around the room, putting away loose clothes. "Ah... C'est fini." She liked to speak French. It rolled off her tongue easier than English. A knock came at her door. "Jeanette!"
Joey recognized the voice as her mother. "Ah... Cahmming!" Jeanette walked to the door, hips swaying. "Ah... Miss Andersahn! What do you want?" "Jeanette, I'm heading to work. I left the grocery list on the fridge like usual." Jeanette thought for a moment. Grocery list? Oh, right! She realized that she came to America to find a job, so she started working for Miss Anderson as a nanny for her daughter, Suzy. "Ah, of course. When I 'ave a chance I will do eet." "Good. Suzy will need to go to a ballet lesson at 5. Don't forget." Joey's former mom left the room. "Ahh... I 'ad bettah get to work."