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"It's finshed!"

I patted the oil stains from my hands as I looked up at my newest invention. A towering metallic tube dominated the room, connected to a large metal box at its back. A computer terminal complete with keyboard and monitor was installed on its side, and across the top of the tube was it's codename: PROJECT ACPT 0.1. Our deadline for review had been nearing distressingly quickly, so to speed things along I had to use some hardware and code from my other machines. I could adjust and specialise it once I had secured the financial support needed.

I smiled and glanced over to my assistant. "Patricia!"

Patricia was asleep at her desk again. Her head snapped up with a snort and she adjusted her disheveled glasses.

"Oh! Sorry! Yeah, Rob, what's up?"

I frowned, but ignored it. I knew that I would have problems when I hired a narcoleptic, but I needed an assistant and she was the only one that would accept my rates. I gestured to the tube. "Take a look! I finally finished the auto-closet prototype!"

"Oh, good..." she mumbled, picking up her coffee and taking a sip. "...urgh, it's cold..."

"Something like this could completely revolutionise day to day life... a person's entire outfit and appearance, able to be altered at the push of a button. Why, if we can get it working right, there'd soon be one in everyhome! We'd become household names! Isn't that exciting, Patricia?"

"...zzzzz..."

"Patricia!" I grabbed her should and shook her roughly. She jerked awake, grumbling to herself and nodding quickly. "Y-Yeah, yeah, I totally agree!"

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Well then, all that's left to do now is test it. If we can confirm it works, it should be a snap to get the funding needed to perfect it."

"Mmm, yeah..." Patricia yawned before adjusting her glasses again. "So who's the test subject?"

"Myself, of course."

Patricia paused and looked over at me, eyes scanning up and down my body. I wasn't the largest of men, my slimmer physique making it clear I was more of an academic than an athlete. With my short, neatly combed hair, white lab coat and square spectacles, I admittedly looked almost stereotypically like a scientist.

"...you sure that's a good idea, boss?" Patricia asked, propping her chin up on her arm as she struggled to keep her eyelids open. "I mean, what if something goes wrong?"

"Nonsense," I strode over to the machine, the tube doors opening automatically. "As long as you stay alert and keep an eye for any errors, everything should be fine. Now..." I entered the tube, and the doors closed shut behind me.

I stood still, the interior lights shining down on me as a few moments of silence passed. Finally I heard the machine whirr to life. Of course, little did I know what was happening outside. While I couldn't say for certain, I could take an educated guess based one what I saw when I exited.

My first sign something was wrong was when metallic arms quickly shot down from the ceiling, literally tearing my clothes from my body.

"Wh-hey!" I yelled, soon standing nude. Sure, they were meant to undress the user first, but to be this rough... I foolishly assumed that they would just need some calibration upon the end of the test.

This thought was put to an end when I felt cold metal grip my shoulders and hoist me into the air, while other arms clamped an enormous mold around my body from the neck down. I recognised it as coming from one of the other machines I cannibalised parts from, a prototype for android mass production. But I hadn't included any code to utilise it! ...had I?

I didn't have time to complain as tubes connected to the mold and an off-white goop was fed into the machine, which I identified as the same substance used for the android's synthetic flesh. More arms, these ones ending in electrical programming tools, began to zap the mold and send jolts of electricity through it and elicit yelps from me with every shock. This had been one of my proudest inventions and one I was most frustrated that no one was interested in; the fleshy substance was capable of reacting to electricity in a way that replicated common circuitry, essentially allowing internal systems to be created while an android's flesh was being created. And now it was being used on me!

The mold finally pulled apart, revealing my new body, and I couldn't help but scream. From the neck down, I was coated in the same off-white skin all synthetics had, but I had a much svelter, curvier, and more hourglass shape. It had used the gynoid mold! I stared down at the breasts that now covered my own chest, trying to pull the rubbery skin off... but my body refused to move. Of course, the circuitry had already been implemented. My body would only do as programmed!

I didn't have time to think of a way out, as without warning a metal face plate was lowered down and clamped over my head. I tried to scream for Patricia, but the mask was so tight I couldn't even let out more than a muffled grunt. The face that now covered mine was a standard-grade gynoid face plate, almost mannequin-like with a pair of blue, almond-shaped lens over the eyes.

A silver wig was lowered onto my head, and with a few zaps bonded with my metal scalp, before more arms lowered down and began to dress me. I yelled once again for Patricia to stop the machine, but the faceplate muffled it all to a barely perceptible "mmph!" as I was soon dressed.

A pair of black high heels were on my feet, altering my stance and emphasising my now-shapely legs all the way up to the puffy, petticoated skirt draped over my hips. Sais skirt was part of a black dress, made of a nice-yet-cheap satin with puffy sleeves and white frills. The white apron and headband completed the outfit.

I now looked from head to toe like some kind of synthetic maid!

The doors opened, and my legs moved on their own as I marched out, my stiletto heels clackng loudly upon the tiled floor. I saw Patricia unconscious at the AC's terminal, her hair top stained with cold coffee. Under the brown stains, the console's monitor had the word "ERROR" flashing repeatedly in red, the rest of the text a garbled mess.

Patricia probably sat down at the console and set her coffee on the console as she typed the start-up commands in, just as her narcolepsy kicked in again. She would have slumped over the console hard enough that her cup fell over, spilling its contents over the delicate electronics. And with her too comatose to even hear the beeping or error alerts...

Despite my best efforts, my body simply forced me to stand still until Patricia finally awoke. She slowly sat up, looking around before her eyes finally fell upon me.

"Oh... hey there," she said, scratching at her head. "Argh, I'm a mess... when did you get here? Rob never told me the lab had a maid-bot... did he already go home?"

No! I AM Rob! Something was wrong with the machine, I said! At least, that's what I wanted to say. Instead, my head remained completely still as my assistant stood and removed her sweater.

"I guess he must've already gone home then... alrighty. Uh, you, maid," she pointed to me, and I felt myself perk up. "Why don't you go ahead and clean the lab? I'm gonna head home and change... and I guess I'll let the investors know the machine's ready for review."

Patricia, don't! There's something wrong with it, it's not ready yet! But again, all that came out was a tiny "mmph!" as my body gripped the edges of my dress and dipped into a pre-programmed curtsy. Patricia stood up and walked out, grabbing her coat, while I simply began to move to and fro in the lap, putting tools and machinery away before grabbing the cleaning materials.

All the while, I screamed, I yelled, I sobbed, I pleaded. But it was all silenced under my metallic face, while my body simply obeyed the commands it was given.

I was completely trapped.

Description
"It's finshed!"

I patted the oil stains from my hands as I looked up at my newest invention. A towering metallic tube dominated the room, connected to a large metal box at its back. A computer terminal complete with keyboard and monitor was installed on its side, and across the top of the tube was it's codename: PROJECT ACPT 0.1. Our deadline for review had been nearing distressingly quickly, so to speed things along I had to use some hardware and code from my other machines. I could adjust and specialise it once I had secured the financial support needed.

I smiled and glanced over to my assistant. "Patricia!"

Patricia was asleep at her desk again. Her head snapped up with a snort and she adjusted her disheveled glasses.

"Oh! Sorry! Yeah, Rob, what's up?"

I frowned, but ignored it. I knew that I would have problems when I hired a narcoleptic, but I needed an assistant and she was the only one that would accept my rates. I gestured to the tube. "Take a look! I finally finished the auto-closet prototype!"

"Oh, good..." she mumbled, picking up her coffee and taking a sip. "...urgh, it's cold..."

"Something like this could completely revolutionise day to day life... a person's entire outfit and appearance, able to be altered at the push of a button. Why, if we can get it working right, there'd soon be one in everyhome! We'd become household names! Isn't that exciting, Patricia?"

"...zzzzz..."

"Patricia!" I grabbed her should and shook her roughly. She jerked awake, grumbling to herself and nodding quickly. "Y-Yeah, yeah, I totally agree!"

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Well then, all that's left to do now is test it. If we can confirm it works, it should be a snap to get the funding needed to perfect it."

"Mmm, yeah..." Patricia yawned before adjusting her glasses again. "So who's the test subject?"

"Myself, of course."

Patricia paused and looked over at me, eyes scanning up and down my body. I wasn't the largest of men, my slimmer physique making it clear I was more of an academic than an athlete. With my short, neatly combed hair, white lab coat and square spectacles, I admittedly looked almost stereotypically like a scientist.

"...you sure that's a good idea, boss?" Patricia asked, propping her chin up on her arm as she struggled to keep her eyelids open. "I mean, what if something goes wrong?"

"Nonsense," I strode over to the machine, the tube doors opening automatically. "As long as you stay alert and keep an eye for any errors, everything should be fine. Now..." I entered the tube, and the doors closed shut behind me.

I stood still, the interior lights shining down on me as a few moments of silence passed. Finally I heard the machine whirr to life. Of course, little did I know what was happening outside. While I couldn't say for certain, I could take an educated guess based one what I saw when I exited.

My first sign something was wrong was when metallic arms quickly shot down from the ceiling, literally tearing my clothes from my body.

"Wh-hey!" I yelled, soon standing nude. Sure, they were meant to undress the user first, but to be this rough... I foolishly assumed that they would just need some calibration upon the end of the test.

This thought was put to an end when I felt cold metal grip my shoulders and hoist me into the air, while other arms clamped an enormous mold around my body from the neck down. I recognised it as coming from one of the other machines I cannibalised parts from, a prototype for android mass production. But I hadn't included any code to utilise it! ...had I?

I didn't have time to complain as tubes connected to the mold and an off-white goop was fed into the machine, which I identified as the same substance used for the android's synthetic flesh. More arms, these ones ending in electrical programming tools, began to zap the mold and send jolts of electricity through it and elicit yelps from me with every shock. This had been one of my proudest inventions and one I was most frustrated that no one was interested in; the fleshy substance was capable of reacting to electricity in a way that replicated common circuitry, essentially allowing internal systems to be created while an android's flesh was being created. And now it was being used on me!

The mold finally pulled apart, revealing my new body, and I couldn't help but scream. From the neck down, I was coated in the same off-white skin all synthetics had, but I had a much svelter, curvier, and more hourglass shape. It had used the gynoid mold! I stared down at the breasts that now covered my own chest, trying to pull the rubbery skin off... but my body refused to move. Of course, the circuitry had already been implemented. My body would only do as programmed!

I didn't have time to think of a way out, as without warning a metal face plate was lowered down and clamped over my head. I tried to scream for Patricia, but the mask was so tight I couldn't even let out more than a muffled grunt. The face that now covered mine was a standard-grade gynoid face plate, almost mannequin-like with a pair of blue, almond-shaped lens over the eyes.

A silver wig was lowered onto my head, and with a few zaps bonded with my metal scalp, before more arms lowered down and began to dress me. I yelled once again for Patricia to stop the machine, but the faceplate muffled it all to a barely perceptible "mmph!" as I was soon dressed.

A pair of black high heels were on my feet, altering my stance and emphasising my now-shapely legs all the way up to the puffy, petticoated skirt draped over my hips. Sais skirt was part of a black dress, made of a nice-yet-cheap satin with puffy sleeves and white frills. The white apron and headband completed the outfit.

I now looked from head to toe like some kind of synthetic maid!

The doors opened, and my legs moved on their own as I marched out, my stiletto heels clackng loudly upon the tiled floor. I saw Patricia unconscious at the AC's terminal, her hair top stained with cold coffee. Under the brown stains, the console's monitor had the word "ERROR" flashing repeatedly in red, the rest of the text a garbled mess.

Patricia probably sat down at the console and set her coffee on the console as she typed the start-up commands in, just as her narcolepsy kicked in again. She would have slumped over the console hard enough that her cup fell over, spilling its contents over the delicate electronics. And with her too comatose to even hear the beeping or error alerts...

Despite my best efforts, my body simply forced me to stand still until Patricia finally awoke. She slowly sat up, looking around before her eyes finally fell upon me.

"Oh... hey there," she said, scratching at her head. "Argh, I'm a mess... when did you get here? Rob never told me the lab had a maid-bot... did he already go home?"

No! I AM Rob! Something was wrong with the machine, I said! At least, that's what I wanted to say. Instead, my head remained completely still as my assistant stood and removed her sweater.

"I guess he must've already gone home then... alrighty. Uh, you, maid," she pointed to me, and I felt myself perk up. "Why don't you go ahead and clean the lab? I'm gonna head home and change... and I guess I'll let the investors know the machine's ready for review."

Patricia, don't! There's something wrong with it, it's not ready yet! But again, all that came out was a tiny "mmph!" as my body gripped the edges of my dress and dipped into a pre-programmed curtsy. Patricia stood up and walked out, grabbing her coat, while I simply began to move to and fro in the lap, putting tools and machinery away before grabbing the cleaning materials.

All the while, I screamed, I yelled, I sobbed, I pleaded. But it was all silenced under my metallic face, while my body simply obeyed the commands it was given.

I was completely trapped.