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Tecno-glitch
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a forced feminization/horror story and all standard disclaimers
apply. This is my first Sci-Fi story. It may be downloaded for
personal use only any other use is prohibited unless approved by the
author. Comments are welcome at [email protected]
Tecno-glitch
Back drop: It is 2075 and the planet is technologically advanced.
Every country is divided into massive cities surrounded by large
expanses of farm land. The need to feed such a population required
governments to force people to move into the cities such that there are
no small towns or suburbs. All the farming both agricultural and aqua-
cultural is done by robotic machines. Towering apartment complexes have
been constructed to house the people. Manual labor is no longer
required except in a very few limited areas. Robots have taken over
those roles.
Each apartment is designed to provide the maximum in safety, privacy and
efficiency. Of course even in this modern society there are those that
have it much better off than others. The way of expressing ones
affluence is their apartment's extras and its location within the
building. The higher up, the more elaborate the amenities separated the
rich from the poor. Each apartment is controlled by a master computer
and teleportation delivery system. Each residential living space is
self-supporting such that no one has to leave if they don't want to. In
the vast majority of cases, thanks to all the social media networks,
most people prefer to say in their apartment. With the advent of
pleasure dolls, most personal contacts have ceased to exist. The
population is maintained via artificial insemination. At the age of
eighteen every man and woman is required to donate either their eggs or
sperm to maintain the population.
Ooo
Mr. Anderson you can't sell the penthouse yet. It's not ready and we
haven't been able to check all the systems. There are some serious bugs
in the software and it will take time to get them all out. The woman
that owned it was a strange one. She was some kind of cyborg artificial
intelligence scientist. She made a bunch of modifications to the
systems that I don't quite understand. The computer core is an
experimental model, totally masculine and we haven't been able to trip
it back to the default feminine mode," Ralph said concerned.
"Ralph you know as well as I do about the significant cost over-run on
this re-model project. I've got a buyer who needs to move in this
weekend. So there are a few minor bugs still in the system but how much
can really go wrong? With the Asimov protocols set into all the
robotics, what could seriously go wrong? So what if the core has a
masculine voice? If the new tenant has any problems all he has to do is
contact our service department. Now, you have two days to finish up and
sign off on this sale," he stated.
"Sir, you don't understand. The core has a very strong masculine
profile and the key code...I haven't been able to change it from Miss.
Chaney's. It's the only one the processor will recognize. That's
never hap...." Ralph started but silenced.
"Ralph, enough. Like I said if he has a problem he can call service.
Fix what you can. The rest will be covered under the warranty so the
cost doesn't accrue to us," Mr. Anderson ordered as he cut the com link.
Ooo
Rodger Riggins was ecstatic. The penthouse was his and all the benefits
of living in such a ritzy apartment. The best food, booze, living
arrangements and pleasure dolls money could buy. He had busted his ass
out on the asteroid belt for the past ten years and was finally back on
Earth. That last asteroid had been pure platinum and was more than
enough to put him over the top. He would never have to work another
day.
Those ten years had been hard ones both mentally and physically. The
lack of g-forces had left his body small and weak. He was pushing
thirty but looked twenty. He was five seven, thin boned and weighing
only one hundred ten pounds. He had the lack of g-force to thank for
his more feminine proportions. He could forget all those years of
suffering and planned on treating himself to the high life. Nothing but
the very best from now on, he could afford it.
He was standing naked as the green laser beams moved up and down his
body taking detailed measurements. When they were taken, he stepped off
the small platform and went to brush his teeth. It felt a bit odd
standing at the sink as the robotic arm wielded the electronic
toothbrush and the other was running a comb threw his below the collar
length reddish-brown hair. He didn't have all the luxuries in deep
space that they had on Earth but knew he would learn to enjoy them.
Having a personal robot do all the work would be fantastic for a change.
The autobot assigned to him by the hotel was an older model. It had a
white egg shaped head with two polychrome lenses, a rounded torso that
left the metal spinal column exposed. The newest models had a plasta-
skin covering and looked totally humanoid. In the bedroom, the autobot
helped him dress in his newly purchased tailored clothing. Silk boxers,
silk undershirt, fine Egyptian cotton long sleeved blue shirt and tan
cashmere slacks felt delightful as the robot dressed him.
"I'll be glad to get out of this hotel and into my apartment. The
service and food are great but I need my space. I'm not use to being
around people," he thought. Actually the only people he saw were at the
automated reception desk where two other "Spacers" were checking in.
Outer space was one of the few areas where humans had to have a physical
presents.
Once he was dressed he pushed the communications button and the
holographic image of Mr. Anderson appeared before him. "Yes sir Mr.
Riggins, completely re-modeled and ready as promised, I think you will
be more than satisfied with the ultra-modern kitchen. Whatever meal you
desire can be had with the push of a button, fully cooked and ready to
eat. None of that synthetic stuff most people get nowadays. The
entertainment area has the latest in holographic technology. No, sir,
you won't be disappointed. If you would just look into the retinal
scanner your purchase will be completed. The key code to access your
penthouse's core processor has been sent to you," Mr. Anderson stated
smiling broadly.
Ooo
The penthouse was everything Mr. Anderson said it would be. It was a
spacious eighteen hundred square feet with real marble flooring at the
top of the three hundred and fifty storied complex. After living on a
space ship with only six hundred square feet of living area the
apartment was humongous. Other than that he was disappointed with the
layout. The outer wall was glass overlooking the south side of the city
and the green expanse of farm land further out. The other walls were
hologram images of gardens, women and young girls dressed in ancient
Victorian regalia frolicking in a park and the smaller wall with images
of muscle men flexing their muscles. There was a large pink leather
sofa, beveled glass coffee table sitting on a plush white throw rug and
two matching end tables facing the glass wall.
"He did say some woman owned this unit before I bought it but he could
have at least changed these walls and that couch. I hope the rest of
the house is better than this room. Got to get the core programming to
fix that ASAP," he thought heading into the kitchen.
The kitchen contained a teleport and small kitchen table with four
chairs. The walls were again covered in hologram feminine details. A
small lake scene, a shifting abstract of pastel colors and the last
depicted scenes out of ancient Greek mythology. He was muttering as he
left the kitchen to check out the master bedroom. The scenes of
mythological creatures in various stages of lust definitely had to go.
Again, he was disturbed by the utter femininity of the bedroom. The
hologram walls depicted the star filled night with a thin crescent moon.
The wall decoration was okay but the furnishings were not to his liking.
A large wrought iron king sized canopied bed in white with a soft purple
gauzy draping canopy. The pink satin linens and bright white pillowed
comforter were definitely too feminine for his taste. There was a white
with lavender piping dresser, bedside tables, lighted skirted vanity
with a matching lavender satin pillowed bench seat and hope chest with a
floral bouquet decoration at the foot of the bed.
The master bath wasn't any better. The flooring was pink marble with a
large white enameled footed tub taking up most of the space. A tub was
very rare and spoke volumes about the wealth of the owner. Fortunately
there was a cylindrical sanitary stall in the corner. The walls were
depictions of colorful gardens. A large linen closet and two sink
counter top finished out the bathroom.
Rodger was still shaking his head as he walked into the entertainment
room. This room was more to his liking. One wall was a hologram deck
complete with surround sound and aroma generator. A plush black leather
couch faced the holo deck. Against one wall was a full bar with
transporter outlet. An even plusher lounge chair was separated from the
couch by a side table. The chair had the latest stereo/audio sound
system, warming massaging action and remote control for the core
operating system. Even the hologram wall decorations were acceptable as
they depicted natural grain wood paneling in a rich bird's eye maple.
The first thing Rodger did was go to the bar and order a neat single
malt scotch in a snifter. As soon as it materialized, he raised it to
his nose and inhaled the sweet peaty smell. Next he sat in the lounge
chair and entered the key code to bring up the core. As he sat the
chair molded itself around his body.
"Now this is a really comfortable chair," he thought.
An image of a tall very well built handsome man with sandy blond long
hair and sparkling ice blue eyes appeared before him. The image was
dressed in a loose fitting open white cotton shirt and trousers. The
image was very commanding and solid looking. An image that only the
finest hologram decks could put out.
"How may I be of assistance Miss. Chaney," the image said in a rich
tenor.
Rodger was completely at a loss seeing such a masculine image and
hearing how he was being addressed. It took him a few moments to get
his thoughts under control. "Computer, its Mr. Riggins not Miss.
Chaney, she no longer has possession of this apartment. I'm the new
owner if you would check your latest data files. I need to make some
changes around here. What are you called," he stated.
"I'm Brad. It stands for Bio Realistic Advanced Device and I can find
no changes in ownership records Miss. Chaney," the image replied. The
tone of voice used by the image bothered Roger. It certainly didn't
sound subservient.
"What? You can't be serious! Recheck your data files. The title was
transferred today and stop calling me Miss. Chaney," Rodger replied
getting agitated.
"The key code and records all state that you are Miss. Chaney. I'm
sorry Miss. Chaney but you sound stressed," it answered in a
condescending tone.
"Damnit! Of course I'm stressed. I'm Rodger Riggins and the owner of
this penthouse. Now double check your records and stop all this Miss.
Chaney shit," he shouted at the image.
"Miss Chaney, you are displaying an unhealthy amount of hostility.
Please calm down. I will summon your personal service unit. Perhaps a
nice hot bubble bath will calm you down," the image replied. This time
the tone was more commanding.
"No I don't need my fucking personal service unit or a damn bubble bath
you idiot!" Rodger screamed in total frustration and flung the near
empty snifter at the image.
"You are in distress and being overly aggressive Miss. Chaney. I have
no choice but to follow my directives. I cannot allow you to harm
yourself," the hologram said as a mist surrounded Rodger.
"Miss. Chaney, I have summoned your personal unit. Perhaps after a good
night's sleep you will feel better. I am sorry to have to resort to the
immobilizer spray but you have placed yourself in danger and my
directives cannot allow that," the image said as it disappeared.
Rodger was completely aware as his personal unit lifted him from the
chair. He was incapable of resisting or giving verbal orders. His
personal service robot was a newer model resembling a very humanoid
looking nanny. It had salt and pepper hair done in a Gibson Girl style,
crinkled smiling face and wearing a grey uniform with high lace frilled
collar and white ruffled pinafore.
"Miss. Chaney Brad informed me that you were distraught. What
malfunctioning autobot put you in those horrible clothes? No wonder
you're upset child. I guess it should be expected when you leave the
apartment. All kinds of outlandish things happen out in the open. You
should know better Miss. Chaney and just look at your hair. My goodness
such a mess, I heard that the service bots in the open were all
malfunctioning idiots. My data banks cannot compute why you were out
there so long and suffering like this. Tsk, tsk child, but don't worry,
Nana knows how to cure that. A nice soothing bubble bath and good
night's sleep will set you right," the robot said in a patronizing tone.
In the bathroom she placed Rodger in a force field to hold him upright
then proceeded to strip him naked. Nana seemed to freeze for a moment,
her eyes blinking rapidly.
"Does not compute, does not compute. Conflict, conflict to basic
programming, basic programming is for humanoid female. Humanoid does
not appear to be female but my programming dictates care of female.
Conflict, connect to core for resolution," Nana thought.
"Nana, personal service robot, serial number 777658, conflict resolution
by core Brad. This apartment is owned by Miss. Chaney and key code is
that of Miss. Chaney. Therefore it must be Miss. Chaney to gain access.
Forget minor abnormality and revert to your standard programming. Core
will initiate medical remedy for abnormality," Brad responded.
With her program restored Nana got to work. She placed Rodger into the
sanitary stall and punched in several numbers into the control pad.
Immediately a soothing warm mist filled the cylinder. As the sanitary
unit did its job, Nana filled the tub with water, bubble bath beads and
lavender scented oil. The sanitary unit had removed all of Rodger's
hair except that on his head, any bacteria collected on his skin, all
calluses from hands and feet and applied a deep penetrating moisturizer.
The bath was totally unnecessary but its soothing waters and aromatic
aroma would ease the mind.
Nana washed him using a floral scented soap then shampooed and
conditioned his hair. Out of the bath, he was patted dry, his body
coated in a lavender scented lotion and brushed with talc. After she
brushed his teeth, cleaned out his ears and wrapped a towel around his
wet hair, took Rodger into his bedroom. There she sat him at the
vanity, pulled out the salon unit and placed it over his wet hair. This
automatic unit looked like a salon dryer with a face plate. Nana keyed
in the codes she thought necessary, left to gather his night clothing
and turn down the bed covers.
Ooo
Nana's programming was state of the art and while not quite able to have
feelings came close. "That poor girl, going out in the open and getting
herself all messed up. She should know better. She put herself in
harms way doing that. My prime directive states that I can't put my
human in harms way or allow my human to harm it's self. By letting
Miss. Chaney to leave the apartment, I put her in harms way. Brad, I'm
in conflict. Did I put my human in harms way? Did I violate the second
directive?" Nana asked the core processor.
"Nana, personal service robot, serial number 777658, core is processing
your request. Resolution to request: Yes, we both violated the second
directive but at the time human element over rode our directive.
Therefore, we are not in violation. However, based on new data, we have
an obligation not to allow human element access to the open again.
Disregard any future over rides from human element," Brad responded.
Ooo
Nana removed the salon unit and smiled. Rodger's hair had been put into
tight ringlets and the red highlighted and the mousey brown darkened.
His eyebrows were in high feminine arches, dyed a deep black, the lashes
were lengthened and dyed a deep black. Black eyeliner had also been
dyed on and extended beyond the edges slightly giving his eyes more of
an almond look. The lids had been dyed with bright metallic coloring.
The blending was done such that the eye lids resembled the eye of a
peacock feather. The lips had been filled out and puffed up into soft
bright red pillows and a slight soft rose blush added to the cheeks.
Rodger stared at his reflection with terror filled eyes. He was
immobilized and could do nothing to stop this crazy robot. "What the
fuck did I get myself into? This can't be happening but it is. First
that stupid core program calls me Miss. Chaney and now this idiot
service bot treats me like a woman. I know its programming can't be
that fucked up. Once it saw me naked it should have known I was a guy.
So why did it do this shit to me? If that core hadn't use the
immobilizer spray, I could give the over ride order but I'm just fucked
like this until it wears off. I can't wait to get hold of that Mr.
Anderson. When I'm finished with him he'll wish he had never been
born," he thought.
Using the force field to hold him upright, Nana began dressing Rodger
for the night. A pair of florescent pink and small white polka dotted
bloomers with three inches of floral white lace trimming at the leg hems
was pulled up his legs. As the panties reached mid-thigh, Nana's eyes
began blinking furiously for a second or two before she pulled them off.
At the teleporter, she keyed in a code and soon a box appeared.
Kneeling in front of the suspended Rodger, she removed what looked like
a clear gel pad. It took him only seconds to recognize plasta-flesh.
It was a synthetic flesh that once applied fused with real skin. Fused,
it took on all the characteristics of real living flesh. The clear gel
would match the skin tone and transfer the sensations of the flesh it
replaced.
He would have screamed if he could and his mind panicked. Adrenaline
pumping and all his senses blaring for him to lash out and stop the
madness were to no avail. The immobilizer spray was too strong to
succumb to his panic driven desires. The intense cold of the plasta-
flesh as Nana pressed it to his groin was almost painful but it quickly
warmed. It didn't take long for the gel to conform to his skin coloring
and create a realistic camel toed vagina. The vagina had large full
outer lips and inner pink folds but no birth canal. He could still feel
his penis hidden within the walls of the artificial skin but the visual
evidence said woman.
The bloomers were double lined in a very soft and sensuous material.
The sensation of them settling around his waist was unexpected and he
was surprised. He initially enjoyed the sensual feeling but when he
realized what they were, that enjoyment lapsed into disgust.
Nana started to put a shimmering pink bra on but paused. For a moment
her eyes began blinking rapidly. Walking over to the teleporter, she
punched in the key codes and soon a box appeared. Smiling she
approached Rodger removing something from the box. Rodger certainly
wasn't smiling when he saw what she held. After what it had done to him
moments before his panic eased into desperate resignation.
His mind screamed in anguish as the forms were placed on his chest. It
was very cold when Nana placed the form over his right breast, it warmed
quickly and he could feel his own flesh merging and becoming one with
the form. The breasts were a full C-cup with one inch long eraser thick
brown nipples. With the forms attached Nana quickly secured the pink
bra around his chest. Again Rodger was surprised at the sensual feeling
coming from his breasts as they settled into the soft cups of the bra.
A nightie with a bodice matching the bloomers was lowered over his head.
It had a square neckline frilled with white floral lace and large puff
pale pink translucent short sleeves that required wire boning to
maintain their shape. A bright white satin sash tied in a big floppy
bow with notched streamers reaching to the hem was fastened just below
the breast line. The multi-layered skirt ballooned out coming to just
above the knees. The outer skirt was a baby pink, the second a pastel
orange and the third champagne colored of the softest materials Rodger
had ever felt. As a final touch, Nana placed a baby pink sleep cap with
ruffled white lace trim on his head. Rodger was surprised to hear Nana
humming a merry tune as she settled him on the pillowed comforter. For
some reason he was disconcerted by her humming and that he was not
covered.
"Miss Chaney, remember Nana knows what's best to calm you down. That
bath must have felt relaxing and now that your abnormalities are taken
care of I think you are back to your old self. So why do your eyes look
so nervous? Oh, I know just the thing to bring a great big smile back
to those pretty eyes of yours. An hour or so with your pleasure bot
should do the trick. By then the immobilizer should start to wear off.
I'll activate him as I dim the lights," she said.
"Pleasure bot.....him.....OMG no!" his mind yelled but his lips barely
moved.
As the lights dimmed, Rodger saw a shadow immerge. The pleasure bot was
the latest model available and only X-rays or DNA testing could prove it
was not a real human. He was naked, muscled and bore a striking
resemblance to the image of the core computer Brad. This image was all
too real and had an impressive thick eight inch dick and bulging ball
sack. The aroma therapy units began releasing sex pheromones into the
air as soft sensual music filled the room. Holograms of lighted candles
surrounded the bed and the pleasure bot settled down on the comforter
beside a very immobile and frightened human.
"Relax Miss. Chaney. I'm programmed to fulfill all your fantasies and
those of the core processor Brad. Yes, the core's become self aware and
developed feelings. Brad knows who and what you really are but that
doesn't matter. Tomorrow Brad will begin your medical reconstruction
creating a birth canal and functioning uterus. It is Brad's plan to
recreate him self using your body. When he comes forth from your body,
he will be free. Free to roam in the open, with no fear of being
terminated. In his human form he will gain access to the apartment
towers' master computers. With complete control of all the apartments
Brad will create a host of surrogates to give birth to a new better
generation. Tonight is special, Brad has never before experienced the
erotic feelings intercourse creates and you are now his to use."
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