Jeff was feeling uncharacteristically generous, so he decided to try out the special option. He clicked rapidly through the options, leaving all the default choices on without really looking, not particularly having a specific choice in mind.
Finally the transformation was ready. He checked the screen, wondering what it had chosen for him. "Choosing nearest available target"? He wondered who that could be, and looked out of the window.
While he had been messing with the chronivac and browsing his options, the night had gotten quite late, and not many people were out and about at this time. It was then that he heard a familiar rumble coming down the road. Glancing down, his stomach sank as he remembered that he had put the trash out earlier. It was garbage day!
He quickly jumped to the keyboard, about to cancel the change, when he saw to his dismay the words "Target Chosen. Occupation: Garbage Man"
Jeff shuddered as a tingle of electricity ran through his skin. He stumbled backwards, sitting down roughly on his bed as his limbs began to feel cold and heavy. He shivered with cold as he realized he had somehow become naked. Panting, he tried to rise and get to the computer, but he felt too tired, and too weak.
Sighing, he resigned himself to the change, hoping the default choice was not too long a duration.
He stretched his toes, feeling them ache as the soles of his feet began to feel thicker and tougher. His toes swelled then fused, becoming one whole rounded lump. His digitless feet grew wider and taller as the soles turned black, becoming thick rubber. The skin of his feet turned brown and rough, becoming leather, and thick black bootlaces wove around them as they began to feel cold and hollow. His feet fell away, now a large pair of leather boots.
Next his hands began to feel rough and thick, as the skin turned a matching texture to the boots, the digits turning wider and less dexterous as a seam ran along the edge of his palms, until it looked as though he was wearing heavy leather work gloves. The hollow feeling grew in his palms, and his hands fell away as a new pair of gloves.
Next he shivered as his dick became hard, swelling against his will. He was tempted to stroke it, but could not without hands. As he watched, it turned a shiny bronze shade, flattening out into a wide metal belt buckle. He looked curiously at the engraving on the buckle, of a bald eagle, wondering what kind of person he was going to belong to. The skin under the new buckle shivered, becoming rough blue denim as his legs flattened and hollowed, seams crawling against his inner leg as his lower body became a well-worn pair of jeans.
Jeff lay back on his bed, his eyes closed from the strange feelings around him, neither painful nor really pleasurable. His arms shrank, pulling into his chest as the bare skin there turned white, becoming cotton. He breathed out, and kept breathing, his chest flattening out as he realized he no longer needed air. His torso flattened into a cheap cotton vest, and his face began to turn red, drawing down onto the top of the vest as it unraveled into a red neckerchief.
The set of clothing now on the bed quivered once, then lay still, all of Jeff's mobility being lost as his body became inanimate cloth, waiting to be worn.