As Michaels eyes opened he saw what the motors in his body, arms and legs had been doing, he couldnt take his eyes off the image of beauty in the mirror, the inventor had him make his face up fifties style, it had been 5 months now since he had been snatched from the street, he now regretted dressing as a hooker to ask if anyone had see his daughter, Kelly, he dressed as a woman because no one would talk to him when dressed as a man, it fell under the category of
"It seemed like a good idea at the time"
The inventor had fitted miniture motors to almost every muscle and joint in Michaels body, which meant he could control Michael as you would a puppet, the big difference was inside the motors was a micro chip, that the inventor could control and enter programs such as "Apply Make up", Michael had no control, he lost all feeling in his hands and face as the motors took over, you can see the results above.
Even when the inventor would touch the screen which read "Get dressed" Michael would pick up the clothes the inventor or his assistant would lay out for him, his waist was now down to 24" but the inventor would still have him wear a corset, Michael would wrap the corset around his waist and lace it up as if he'd worn one all his life, he could paint his own nails, but when he pulled the stockings up his now super smooth legs and attached them to the susupenders on the corset, he would notice how feminine he did things, not clumsy like a man and maybe snag the stockings, but smooth and gentle like a woman.
Michael fought every chance he got to regain control of his body, without letting the inventor know he was trying, he didnt want to wear the ballerina outfit again, at times though, the inventor felt so comfortable in knowing Michael was always going to be under his control, he would allow Michael to say what he wanted but he still forced him to speak in a womans voice, they would have conversations as to what he would wear the next day and if he needed to wear make up every day, current affairs and things going on in the world, the inventor was very happy with the way things had worked out between himself and "Monique" as he called Michael.
The inventor was a very lonely man, after his wife had left him because he threw himself into his work, he wasn't always such a bad man, his work with the disabled veterans was incredible, he made the motors that went into limbs of people who had lost their arms and legs in wars around the world, but somewhere along the way he took a wrong turn and unfortunately, Michael/Monique was the result, one night Monique and the inventor were eating dinner and having drinks, discussing the world and all its problems, suddenly the inventor went very quiet, Monique asked
"Is anything wrong?"
The inventor stood and walked to where Monique was sitting, he got down on one knee, Monique put her hands to her face, much like the picture above.
"Monique, I know we havent always seen eye to eye on everything, and I know you aren't happy with all I have done to you, but I have grown very close to you, while you have been here, my initial intension was to sell you to a wealthy Arabian man, but I find myself wanting you to stay here with me, so my question to you is,"
"Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
"You have got to be the craziest man I have ever met, you have forced me to become some kind of female puppet for your own perverse pleasure, if you think I would ever consider even staying in this house for a second longer than I have to, while my daughter is god knows where, then you are crazier than I ever thought"
As Michael was formulating the next words he was going to say, he felt the motors in his face take over, before he had a chance to move he said,
"I'm so shocked, my sweetheart, I was hoping one day we could marry, but never in my wildest dreams did I think you felt the same way, I would love to be your bride."
"I had a feeling you would say that, your dress is on your bed why dont you go put it on?"
Michael felt the motors move in his legs and body as he walked towards the room where he would become a mad mans dream bride.
"Oh my god I love it" said Monique..........
it is a great twist love the wedding dress
Dang hope "her" daughter is safe. Nice chapter though.
Seriously, this guy is CREEPY.
I see him as a lonely brilliant inventor, he has done a lot for disabled veterans.
such a pretty dress... Monique is gonna make a beautiful bride
He got a makeover and was dressed as a bride if I were even in the corset i will never want to be in that situation