The Auto-Closet - Part Seven

"Don't worry Jordan" my mother coos, rubbing Monica's shoulder as she starts up the Auto-Closet. Before the doors can close I watch her glare down at me as she remarks "It's only for a month, plenty of time to see if you're the right fit before Monica... Pops" she explains with a giggle, Monica for her part shuddering though failing to hide the grin plastered across my former face.

The Auto Closet hisses and whines around me, the mixture of the noise and the sealed doors blocking any more the conversation out in the bedroom as the metal hands descend from on high.

I howl and scream for them to come back, to give me back my damned body, before suddenly the world goes dark once again.

The Auto-Closet - Part Six

"No, I'm just saying you don't understand. It would be unfair to take back the offer now. Families are a lot of work, not that he'd know about work. Maybe this will open his eyes" my mother whines, spitting out her references to me in a venomous grumble.

I could admit it, I hadn't been the best son growing up. I'd been fairly lazy, really doing my chores unless eventually forced to do so. I'd never been into the usual family events, the birthdays and holidays that went by with minimal interaction from myself. The thought of her still holding a grudge over all that, over a decade after I had left home, was downright bone-chilling

The Auto-Closet - Part Five

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The Auto-Closet - Part Four

Slowly rising from her lowered state she stretches out, rolling her shoulders in an effort to loosen up a little. "That's not to say I'll be in here forever, I do love what David and mom planned for that body of yours" she mutters, emphasizing the temporary switch and reversal of roles.

"No, I think I'll be back in that thing and we can start our little...trial of the sons...tomorrow morning, I don't want to deal with the hangover I'm about to earn" she explains with a bit of a chuckle, wincing as she remembers back to a few weeks ago when I had spent much of a Saturday morning laying in the dark next to a toilet.

"I...I'll..." I splutter, still coughing and gagging at the 'vita-tank' fluid in my lungs. With each wracking breath, I can feel the effects of my time in the Auto-Closet. My now flattened yet engorged breasts, my smoothed out stomach, my cinched in waist, and the fuzziness in my head all crashing against me at once as a painful heat builds between my legs.

The Auto-Closet - Part Three

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The Auto-Closet - Part Two

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The Auto-Closet - Part One

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