Tempokai

  "Finally! It's complete!"

  I was thrilled with what I was seeing. The machine was turning on, everything was working! The Remodeling Machine was finally ready for use. With all my efforts put into creating this wonderful invention, it would soon pay off. This is going to change humanity forever, I'm sure of it... sike! It was only for me!

  After several months, the Remodeling Machine was finished. I was so excited about it because it had been such an important project for me. When I first created it, I wasn't really thinking of it as a product at the beginning; I wanted to do something special for myself. But once I got involved in the project, it became much more interesting. Now it was ready to go. All I needed to do was test it. I don't think I've ever been more eager to see what I can make from the Remodeling Machine.

  It took me two weeks to set up the Remodeling Machine properly before I could start testing it. That's why it was taking longer than expected, but I knew it was worth it. Once it was done, the next step was simple: load someone into the Remodeling Machine and press "GO".

  I removed all my clothing, including my beloved b coat. There were no rules regarding what I should wear when entering the machine, so I didn't feel guilty about stripping down. My entire being felt alive as I approached the Remodeling Machine. A smile spread across my face. What will it bring forth? I pressed the button and waited.

  As the Remodeling Machine powered up, the room grew dark. Then, I heard a faint clicking sound, almost like the sound of machinery coming back online. I hurried into the machine as fast as possible, pushing away the thoughts that raced through my head. I wanted to get inside quickly, knowing full well what would happen if I hesitated too long.

  The Remodeling Machine lit up suddenly, bathing me in bright light. Liquid flowed into my eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and genitals. It was a strange sensation. Liquid flowed over my body, slowly filling me up and into the small space inside the machine. Soon, I was completely submerged. I was in half unconsciousness, yet aware of where I was.

  The Remodeling Machine turned off suddenly. For a moment, I wondered whether it had worked, but the answer came within seconds. I opened my eyes. I was still in liquid inside the machine. No doubt about it—the Remodeling Machine was doing exactly what it was supposed to do. It changed my DNA and transformed my physical appearance. But it was painful if you don't to in liquid, so the pain won't st forever. This was the point I realized I'd made a terrible mistake.

  My whole body ached. The feeling was worse than anything else I'd experienced since I woke up in the Remodeling Machine. Of course, it's because it's a full transformation, it was already calcuted beforehand. The Remodeling Machine always did what it was supposed to do. Even though it hurt, it was worth it.

  My new form was slowly taking shape. It started from legs and gradually moved up. I looked down at my body; I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Everything was different, but I liked the way I looked. When I reached my chest, the changes continued upward, finally stopping right above my neck. Now I was ready for the next stage of the process.

  It took several minutes before my new features emerged. They appeared slowly, starting with my facial structure. As each part became visible, I knew instantly how it had been achieved. My face was like mine, except that it was thinner, longer, and prettier. My lips were fuller, my eyebrows thicker. Finally, all the pieces fell into pce. All the parts of my face were female. I somehow orgasmically smiled when I saw myself in the mirror.

  I had never felt so alive. There was no denying it: I was beautiful. Not just pretty, not just good looking—beautiful. A sense of calm washed over me. I couldn't help smiling, even as I felt a little dizzy. I'm really gd I did this.

  Once again, I noticed the intense pain in my lower abdomen. I tried moving around to ease the discomfort, but it only worsened. I could feel it growing stronger by the second. Eventually, the pain stopped abruptly.

  All the parts of my body had finished their transformations. I stood there silently for a moment, watching my reflection. It took little imagination to picture myself as one woman I had fantasized about. That's unbelievably amazing!

  The machine turned on again, and liquid sucked out of me. Once again, I went through the same excruciating pain. I closed my eyes, enduring the worst of it. Then, suddenly, it was over. I was inside the machine, ying down, and I was free once again. I coughed the air out of my lungs and then gasped for breath.

  That was the st thing I remembered.

  ***

  There are two versions of Dr. William Lark's biography. One states he is a brilliant scientist who devoted his life to studying the effects of genetics on humans. This version is based on interviews done with him. These interviews are considered highly confidential and should not be shared without permission from Dr. Lark himself.

  However, the other version of his biography states that he's a madman who lives alone. He has dedicated his life to creating perfect human beings using experimental methods. He does this under the guise of being a scientist, but really, he's just doing it because he enjoys messing with people. Another rumor is that he has a collection of every hentai ever made, which he uses to fuel his obsession. Most of the time, he reads them.

  In the end, both versions agree on the fact that Dr. William Lark is a strange man.

  The public knew that Dr. Lark retired after that fiasco, but no one knows why he left the country or where he went. Rumors said that he ran away from the authorities, while others believed he was murdered. Some people even cimed to see him walking around town, acting like nothing happened.

  As far as anyone knows, Dr. William Lark vanished completely from the face of the world. No one will say whether they think he died, escaped, or simply disappeared. The truth is lost forever.

  But they will never know that the machine Dr. Lark worked on... is now functional. And it works exactly as he designed.

  ***

  I woke up groggy. My head felt heavy, and I couldn't open my eyes. There was light coming through the gaps between my eyelids, though, so I figured I was probably outside. Suddenly, the sensation of movement washed over me, and I realized I was falling. I tried to grab onto anything, but all I grabbed was empty air. Suddenly, I smmed against something hard, and I opened my eyes.

  First thing I've seen, is my robot aide. He looked at me curiously. He had been working nonstop since the Remodeling Machine was activated, and he must have finally gotten tired. As soon as he saw me awake, he stopped moving. Now he was staring at me.

  "What?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"

  He didn't respond immediately; instead, he started typing furiously. A few moments ter, he spoke again.

  "... Yes. You're fine. Your perverted fantasies have come true. 99.8% simirity to a model you entered. Only 0.2% deviation."

  Good. That means the Remodeling Machine did what I wanted it to do. Then I remembered that I'm naked and suddenly became self-conscious about it. I mean, I guess I don't need clothing when I am already naked. Still, the idea of getting caught naked bothered me.

  "Uh," I said, "how long have I been asleep for? What happened? Where am I?"

  My robot assistant answered me in a monotone voice: "4 hours, 36 minutes, 56 seconds. I removed you from the machine. I am transporting to your bed. You may dress yourself afterwards."

  He was silent for a moment before responding again. "I suggest you from refraining perverted thoughts for the rest of today. I'll inform you when dinner is ready."

  With that, he resumed motion towards my bedroom. I ignored the st part. When I got inside, he turned on the lights. They weren't dazzling, but it was enough to see by. He put me on the bed and left the room. I tried to stretch myself, but the muscles in my back and arms protested loudly.

  After lying down for a while longer, I felt myself slowly rex. I looked at my body, my breasts, hips, thighs, legs, feet… They seemed to have shrunk slightly. I still looked like myself but somehow younger, smaller, softer. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. I liked it. It made me feel more feminine. And then there were my nipples. My breasts felt different too; they felt fuller and rounder. Not much bigger, but definitely noticeable. I couldn't help but touch them gently.

  Then there's the hair. My eyebrows, eyeshes, pubic hair—everything had grown out. I brushed it off of my chest and found that my skin was smoother. Even my stomach felt tighter. After examining my unknown figure further, I noticed that I no longer possessed any piercings, tattoos, or scars. Everything looked perfect, and yet it still felt odd. Something was missing. I had changed physically, but mentally, nothing else seemed to have changed. Was this how girls felt all their lives? I had always imagined myself as a boy growing up. This was completely unexpected.

  As I y there wondering, I heard footsteps approaching. Aide returned with a pte of food. He pced the pte on my desk. As usual, I was hungry. "Thanks," I said, sitting up.

  Aide nodded. "You seem tired. Eat first."

  So I ate. At least I didn't have to cook. On the pte were fried eggs, sausages, and rice cakes. There were even ketchup and mustard bottles beside it. I took a bite of sausage and chewed it carefully. "Mmm…" I mumbled.

  My taste buds felt weird. Perhaps it's a result of having a new set of organs, or maybe just a result of eating a complete meal for the first time. But either way, the food tasted great!

  I only finished half of my food. My stomach was definitely smaller than before, though I could probably eat more if I wanted to. Then, as soon as I finished, I felt sleepy. So, I lied down on my bed. It was comfortable and safe. My body smelled like fabric softener. I closed my eyes. Soon, I drifted off.

  ***

  When I woke up next morning, I felt refreshed and energetic. That might sound strange coming from someone who spent the night sleeping in a bed, but let me expin. It was because of my new form. Now that I was a young woman, my metabolism was faster than ever before, so I was constantly burning calories. Plus, I slept without tossing and turning. If anything, my sleep felt deeper than normal.

  As soon as I woke up, the aide showed me where to shower and then helped me dress. While he waited outside the bathroom door, I did my best to scrub away all the liquid that stained. Of course, I also massaged my breasts. They were sensitive and swollen, and I couldn't help touching them. I also rubbed between my legs; it felt wonderful.

  After a quick shower, my aide returned with clothes. Not my male researcher clothes, but a cute school uniform. For once, I was happy about wearing a skirt. It wasn't long enough to reveal too much leg. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had long hair, white skin, and big blue eyes. This was exactly how I imagined my loli self would look like: small and sweet. And I loved it.

  I dressed slowly, enjoying every moment. First, panties. They slid right over my hips. Next came a white bra, which gave me the cleavage I always dreamed of. I put on socks and sandals, and then I tied my hair back with a ribbon. Once done, I checked my reflection again. I was perfect.

  Small high school girl, wearing a uniform. Her beauty is enhanced by her petite frame and youthful features. She wears her short brown hair in a ponytail and has enormous eyes with thick shes. Her lips are pink, and she has rosy cheeks. I felt hot just from looking at this image. I walked out of the bathroom feeling beautiful.

  My Aide was unimpressed, as always, lead me to breakfast. "Here you go," said the robot as he pced a pte of eggs, rice, and vegetables in front of me. I sat down and ate eagerly. As usual, he said nothing. Just watching me eat made him happy, apparently. Afterward, he guided me to the b. I needed to record everything that had happened st night. My first day as a little girl.

  I reached to my supercomputer to find it already active. It was full of data on my transformation, as well as my earlier experiments. I began scrolling down the screen, reading through everything. I learned that my body was now of a small girl with a probability of 99% and a height of four feet nine inches. My DNA had been altered. Every cell was now programmed to behave according to a specific set of instructions. I could feel myself getting excited. This meant there was no turning back. There was nothing left to do except enjoy the body I designed.

  That evening, I tried dressing up. I found a pair of frilly underwear and slipped them over my hips. Then I put on a loose top that hung off my shoulders. Finally, I wore a short miniskirt. I stood up and turned around to see if I looked good. I smiled. I looked adorable, and I knew it. I was getting hot just thinking about it.

  I told Aide to find a few sexual toys for me, because I wanted to experiment. I was curious. I wanted to know how it would feel to penetrate me. So I id on the bed, spread my legs wide apart, and inserted one finger into my pussy. The sensation sent shivers throughout my body. I moaned softly as I pyed with myself. That was all it took before I came, shaking uncontrolbly. "Yes!" I excimed aloud. "This feels great! What else?" I asked Aide. He showed me a video of a young girl masturbating with a dildo.

  I watched it, and I started touching myself. As I rubbed my clit, spreading my juices around. I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples while watching the video. Soon enough, I was moaning again. I was coming hard, screaming at the top of my lungs. When I calmed down, I continued to py with myself. I did this for hours. I enjoyed doing it, and I even got better at it. And Aide stood there, watching over me patiently.

  Afterward, I felt exhausted. But I still couldn't stop smiling.

  ***

  When I woke up today, Aide greeted me cheerfully. "Good morning, Doctor."

  "Morning," I said, stretching.

  Aide seemed to sense my mood, and he changed the topic: "What's wrong? You don't seem yourself today."

  "Nothing's wrong," I replied. "Why do you ask?"

  "You've been quiet since yesterday. Is everything alright?"

  "No, absolutely not. Everything is fine, I assure you."

  "Okay, why aren't you happy?"

  "Happy?" I frowned. "Of course I'm happy. How could I not be happy? There are cute things surrounding me. I am living in luxury, and I'm having fun. I haven't had fun like this for ages."

  "Well, that's good."

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I saw a little girl looking back at me. She was no bigger than a ten-year-old child, with her hair tied up behind her head, and she was dressed in a frilly pink dress. I smiled. "I think we should go outside."

  Aide nodded. "Very well, Doctor." We walked out of the room, and I followed Aide to the corridor to the elevator. Outside, the weather was nice. A gentle breeze blew against us, causing the flowers in the garden to sway. I looked up at the sky. The clouds were white and fluffy. I stepped onto the grass.

  "Oh! Look at those!" I excimed.

  In the distance, beyond the trees, I spotted a group of children pying. There were girls and boys alike, all giggling together. They appeared to be about eight years old.

  One child noticed us. As soon as she caught sight of me, she began pointing at me and shouting: "Look, look, a girl! Let's py! Come join us!"

  Her friends ran toward me. All of them were ughing, their eyes bright and eager.

  They're so young, I thought. So innocent. "Hello!" I shouted, waving. I looked like one too, but my mind was over 30 years old. Their minds would never know mine. "Can I join your game?"

  The little girls gathered around me. "Yes, yes," they chorused. "Come on, come py. We'll teach you how to py."

  We pyed tag, and hide-and-seek, and hopscotch; and when our games ended, the girls went to their homes. I was shy even before I transformed, but these children didn't notice that. They just kept talking. I loved being among them. They were kind, and friendly, and so full of life. Better than the people I worked with, or any of the students. I wanted to stay here forever, surrounded by their innocence.

  But I did not belong there. I was a pervert, a menace to society. If anyone found out about me... I shivered. What if they find out who I really am? Aide felt I was in panic, so he lifted me up. "Everything will be fine. You don't need to worry."

  "How can you say that? Do you understand anything? Do you understand what happened to my research? My career was destroyed because someone leaked information to the press. Who knows what they might do to me now?"

  "What makes you think they'll find out anything? You've been careful so far. Your calcutions say they have 0.5% chance of finding you after you entered the machine."

  "My calcutions..." I whispered.

  Aide patted my shoulder. "It's okay. Everything will be fine."

  We left the park and returned to my secret b.

  ***

  I sat there and recorded what I did today. "Today I met some children. They were so cute." Then I took off my b coat and id it across the table. "Tomorrow we should begin again, Aide. Our experiments must go on."

  "You mean the transformation?"

  "Yes. And then the change."

  "So tomorrow you pn to transform yourself once again?"

  "Of course. I want to see what happens next time."

  "And the experiment?"

  "I want to study how I feel, physically, mentally. How I'm different."

  "Different how?"

  "That's a good question. Different in all ways. Perhaps I could get rid of my humanity altogether."

  "Doctor..."

  Lark smiled at the AI. "Don't worry. I won't harm myself, nor let others hurt me."

  "There is no need to worry. I will protect you."

  "Thank you. Now, we must sleep."

  "Okay."

  ***

  The next morning, I woke up early and didn't want to get dressed. I just wanted to stay here forever, but eventually, I had to. After getting ready, I walked through the front door and headed toward the kitchen. Aide was sitting in front of the monitor, processing something. The food was ready, so I grabbed a pte and ate. As always, Aide was silent. But I liked it that way. There was never a problem between us. We were two minds working together.

  After eating breakfast, I checked the news. There was an article about my disappearance. No one knows where I went. That made sense since I had only told Aide, and he would tell no one else.

  I checked on my research. Some things needed to be added, and new data was being uploaded constantly. Every day I'd make notes and record them. Eventually, the project would come to fruition, and we could start experimenting. I wanted to know what it would feel like before I became something else completely. What would happen if I lost my mind? Would I still be human? If I wasn't human... would I care? Or would I just keep going on like nothing changed?

  While checking the files, Aide spoke up. "Doctor, what does your research involve exactly?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "You said yesterday that you wanted to explore the effects of genetic engineering on humans, but so far you were pretty mild. How about ramping it up? How much further can you take it?"

  "I don't know. Maybe we should try. Let's increase the dosage."

  "Do you think you're ready?"

  "No! Absolutely not! I need to model the body I want first!"

  "It's okay, doctor," Aide reassured. "This time I'll be with you."

  "Aide, I really—"

  "Doctor, please stop worrying. You're scaring me. Just calm down. Okay?"

  "But—"

  "If there're any problems, you'll call me right away."

  "I promise. Please, just watch out for me. Promise?"

  "Sure, I promise."