Girlfriend - Making the Rent

“I’ll get it!” Josh said, moving quickly across their flat. His housemate, Bayley, barely looked up from the television, murmuring something inaudible. When Josh opened the door, the expected courier was nowhere to be seen. At the doorstep was a large, padded envelope, addressed to him. Josh grabbed it with a smile.

“What is it?” Bayley asked, still transfixed by the screen. “Is it for me?”

“No, it’s not”, Josh said, placing the parcel on the kitchen counter, out of Bayley’s view. “And besides, I thought you had no money? Are you buying yourself presents when you can’t afford rent?” Josh half caught his housemate rolling his eyes as he settled back into the familiar nook in their sofa.

“I told you, I’ll get the money to you. I just need a few more days”, Bayley said dismissively.

“You said that last time – and here you are, a month later, no job and doing nothing. I really don’t want to throw you out, but it’s only fair you pay half the rent.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, okay?” Bayley said, looking pleadingly at his housemate. “I’m in a rough patch right now, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Josh nodded slowly, letting Bayley return to whatever programme he was using to distract himself from his job hunt. He meant every word he had said to him – Bayley was a nice guy, but even Josh had his limits. Rent had to be paid, in one way or another. He opened up the package, hands shaking with anticipation. Reaching inside, he felt the cool touch of metal.

In his hands he held a small circular ring, made out of a glossy, reflective steel. He ran his fingers along the inside of the band and managed to find the hidden button. Pressing it, the edge of the device opened with a quiet hydraulic hiss. Josh set it upon the table as he thumbed through his phone, trying to find the corresponding app he had downloaded in preparation for his plan. Eventually he found it, ‘Command Collar’. Opening it up, he looked through the options available to him. There was a whole plethora of exciting commands he would supposedly be able to use on the ‘victim’ of the collar, making them utterly subservient to his will. Pressing a button on the app, Josh couldn’t help but smile as a small blue light blinked briefly on the collar – it was now paired with his device.

While he had heard of good experiences for couples using the collar in the bedroom, Josh had decided to splash out on the latest model, coming with top-of-the-line transformative nanites. While money was short, especially with Bayley not paying rent, for his plan to succeed no expense was too much. He thumbed through the pages upon pages of potential changes he could force Bayley to go through. Physical changes into fantastical creatures, changing the size and make up of his body, even a complete, functional wardrobe. Flicking through, he found the page of personality changes he had heard so much about – from empty headed bimbos to erudite professionals, there was everything he could ever want magically stored in the tiny device. All it required was a subject.

Distracted by the television, Bayley didn’t notice as Josh slowly crept up behind him, command collar firmly grasped in his hands. He paused as Bayley went for a sip of his drink, sitting back onto the sofa. He would only have one shot at this, and now was his chance. Just as Bayley adjusted his position, Josh slammed the collar around his neck where it fastened itself with an impregnable click, squeezing tight against him.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Bayley yelled; his voice strained. Panicked, he stood up, trying to claw the device off of his neck but it was stuck fast. Josh quickly pressed a button in the app, activating ‘Vocal Commands’. Just as Bayley was marching towards him, furious, he calmly spoke.

“I think you should sit down, Bayley”, Josh said with a smile. An expression of confused horror fell across Bayley’s face as his body moved against his wishes. Smoothly, he sat down on the sofa once more, as if he had never stood up in shock. Josh walked slowly across the room, savouring the moment. He had thought about this many times, but now it was finally time to give Bayley what he deserved.

“I’ve been very fair with you, Bayley. I’ve let your financial situation slide time and time again”, Josh said, watching bemused as Bayley’s eyes followed him in a panic across the room. “But I think it’s obvious that I’ve been more than reasonable. You don’t pay rent, so I don’t think you can be my housemate any longer. But don’t worry, I’m not heartless – I’ve worked out a way that we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

Josh pressed several more buttons on his app. Even immobile, Josh could recognise that Bayley was trying his best to strain against the collar, but while Josh spoke, his word was absolute. With a blur, Bayley’s clothes reformed. His black vest shrunk, clinging tighter against his chest. His jeans rapidly changed colour from a dark blue to a black and white plaid, the strands of cotton reforming before the eyes of both men. Amazed, Josh watched as the two legs of the garment stitched together, and slowly climbed up Bayley’s legs. His victim could only stare in helpless confusion as he was now wearing a skirt and small women’s tank top. With another button press, Josh selected a pair of dainty white panties that he knew Bayley would be humiliated to wear. With another two presses, two large hoop earrings burst through Bayley’s earlobes. Even though he was paralysed, Josh could tell that the metal puncturing skin was painful for Bayley.

“I’ve got to say, those clothes are very cute. But I don’t think they fit you yet. How about we change that?” Josh said, pressing more buttons with glee. He quickly adjusted Bayley’s build and watched as the weight and bulk of his body slid off of him, leaving him weak, feeble, and effeminate. “I suppose I should let you speak – what’s the matter, Bayley?” Josh asked mockingly. The command given; Bayley found he could speak once more.

“I’m sorry Josh, I’m sorry! Please turn me back and get me out of these clothes – I’ll do anything!” Bayley pleaded. Josh simply laughed.

“No, I don’t think that’s going to work now, is it?” he said, pressing a button to mute his housemate once more. “And we’ve got to change that voice…” he said, sliding a ‘bubbly’ slider to maximum and ‘masculine’ slider to minimum. “I’m sure that will sound better. Anyway, we’ve still got a lot more to do!”

Josh pressed through more buttons – watching as Bayley’s body hair, now awkwardly poking out from his tight vest, disappeared. With another his skin was left soft, sensitive, and unblemished. He ignored Bayley’s panicked, motionless stare as he began to alter the length of his hair. Fresh, thick strands of hair were sprouting out of Bayley’s scalp, soon tumbling down over his tiny chest, his ribs shrunken. As if moved by invisible hands, Bayley’s long hair was brought up behind his head and masterfully tied into a messy bun.

“A few more things to do, Bayley! No offense, but I think I deserve someone who looks a little sweeter”, Josh said, words dripping with glee as he opened up the app’s facial options. Soon after, Bayley’s once wide jawline vanished, his face turning into a feminine oval accompanied by a loud, painful crack. His nose upturned into a cute button, and his lips puffed out until they were pouty and kissable. Josh changed his worn and ragged eyebrows into two perfectly groomed lines, and as a final flourish, Bayley’s tormentor slid the make-up slider up, decorating Bayley’s face. He was left with the face of a beautiful young woman – except for the panicked, frozen expression.

“Gorgeous! Though, I’d like to make some small adjustments…” Josh’s voice trailed off as he found the options of fat redistribution and creation. Bayley was now skinny, but Josh slowly increased the fat across his hips, watching as Bayley rose off the sofa slightly as his rear fattened. His skirt was now filled, stretched tight against feminine thighs and a pert behind. Josh still had more to do. In another menu, he slowly teased at Bayley’s nipples. The frozen man was shocked as he felt them harden, then begin to slowly press against the soft fabric of the vest top. While he was terrified and disgusted at the changes that were being wrought on his once familiar body, the sensation of growing breasts brushing the fabric was sending a shiver of sensitive pleasure through him. The feeling peaked as he felt the new weight across his chest, a pair of small, perky breasts hidden beneath his clothing. Josh stepped back, admiring his work.

“Almost done now, Bayley! There’s just one more thing to change if you are going to be my perfect little girl friend…” Though as soon as he felt his breasts form, Bayley knew what was happening, Josh outright saying the eventual goal of his transformation sent a shot of fear coursing through his body. He didn’t want this, but he was powerless to resist, his mind and body entrapped by the collar. He saw Josh press another button, and he felt a twitch in his manhood, embarrassingly hidden underneath a pair of women’s panties. Bayley was quietly glad he couldn’t move to see what was happening, but he still felt it – slowly, his penis was shrinking. With a wet pop, he felt it slide up inside of his body, a slit forming. His manhood was gone.

“And now for the final touch! You look like my perfect girlfriend, but you don’t think like her, at least not yet. Isn’t that right, Jenna?” As Josh said that name, something changed in Bayley. His mind felt strange, heavy, whirling. His thoughts were becoming muddled. He could see Josh playing around with more sliders, no doubt changing his mind as he panicked. The rage and anger he felt against him was oddly softening. He hadn’t ever noticed it before, but was Josh kind of handsome? He found himself staring at his broad shoulders and strong arms, and a part of him longed to be embraced by them. Bayley tried desperately to fight against it, tried to scream at his own mind that he wasn’t interested in guys – especially not Josh. But the collar clung tight to him, and he felt more of himself slipping away. Soon, his memories were fading, replaced by a sweeter, girlier past. His mind tried to cling onto his interests, but they too were disappearing and being supplanted by whatever Josh desired from his perfect girlfriend. His interest in videogames was gone, turned into a love for makeup and celebrities, but most disturbing of all to Bayley was the sudden rise of an overwhelming desire to please Josh and make sure that every need of his was met. After all, she was his girlfriend, wasn’t she?

With a button press, Josh forced the woman in front of him to close her eyes. He took a moment to look over his creation – the perfect girlfriend, custom designed by himself to meet his every need and want. He had a burning desire to leave this flat with her, to take her out and show her to the world. With a few more buttons pressed, he adjusted her outfit. A new crop top matched the now changed skirt, and a pair of large white sunglasses appeared on her head. Her hair tumbled out of her messy bun, forming beautifully straight strands running down to her teasingly exposed midriff. Finally, Josh saw a tiny white handbag appear in her hands. The last button appeared on the screen, asking him if he wanted to finalise his creation. With no hesitation, Josh clicked ‘accept’. The collar slid off of her with a gentle click, and he carefully hid it away for later.

“Wake up, babe! It’s time to go!” Josh said, gently shaking his girlfriend by the shoulder. She blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the light of the flat.

“What’s going on?” she said, her voice high. “I’ve just had the strangest dream…”

“Don’t worry about it, Jenna. You were just having a little nap before our date, remember?” Josh said, helping her up.

“I remember! Gosh, I can be so silly sometimes!” she said cheerfully. “Let’s go!” she said, walking hand in hand with her boyfriend, out of their shared home.

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A short commission for BaZil21.