Eroticon 2019 is a collective set of stories created by Mara Mischiefs captioner discord. You can find hers here: https://maramischiefs.blogspot.com/2019/04/eroticon-2019.html?zx=bfeee8549fa32e9f and Evie Hydes here: http://eviehyde.blogspot.com/2019/04/eroticon-2019-all-exclusive-slut-pass.html
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Mark slowly wondered around the halls of the convention, he wasn't really a fan of all this stuff but his girlfriend Sarah was really into it all, so he was here to support her. It was while Sarah was at a panel about 'The Gynarchy' that Mark stumbled upon what was touted as an interactive experience and what would ultimately change his life.
The experience was organized by one of the captioners, ZoeyStarz or was it Vypress or did she go by both? Whatever her alias was, Sarah really liked her stories and wanted to come to the con just to give her a copy of the novel she was writing inspired by Zoey's captions. Seeing this, he thought he might as well find out why she liked her so much, so he paid the $5 dollar fee and stepped into the room, the experience was in.
Inside what was essentially a shipping container sized plywood box was a line of leather chairs in front of a line of what Mark thought were clunky VR helmets. What they were, in fact, were small teleportation devices designed to look like retro salon hairdryers. They were there to send people into another reality. A Reality where every town and every city was like the Stepford Wives. A country that was heavily conservative in their views on gender and where every woman was either a nurse, a teacher or most commonly just a housewife.
Of course, most people who went to the experience already went by Zoey's booth or attended the earlier panel on stepfordization so knew what they were getting into but not Mark, he was going into it all unaware.
Of course, most people who went to the experience already went by Zoey's booth or attended the earlier panel on stepfordization so knew what they were getting into but not Mark, he was going into it all unaware.
Being led to one of the chairs by a woman dressed in 50s fashion, he was told to sit back, relax and let the helmet do all the work. Slowly the helmet was lowered, the dial turned and the switch flicked and Mark was put in a frozen upright state.
Slowly his body faded out of existence and no longer did he exist in reality. Instead, he was transported to a town in the reality the device was connected to. More specifically it was the local Steepleford Salon. Zoey had travelled to that reality and met with the towns Mayor. She would provide new potential wives over the course of a weekend, all he needed to do was transform them.
So Mark sat in the Salon still frozen in place as the Teleporter helmet was replaced with a different variant. The new hairdryer slowly began to change his face while also altering his mind. First his hair lightened and grew from a brunette fauxhawk to flowing blonde locks. His skin softened becoming almost porcelain in look, finally his lips became much fuller and what little beard he had was no more.
Next, the Salon workers stripped him of his clothing and applied a fast-acting chemical, that softened and lightened his skin to match that of his face, it also sprouted breasts that reached a B-cup. Small when compared to the rest of steeplefords women but a trip to the surgeon would fix it if she so desired.
Finally, as they gave the new woman a pedicure, put her in some underwear, stockings, heels and a 40s style dress, they watched to see the new woman awaken. Slowly the woman stirred awake and looked around. In her mind all was normal and she was just getting her weekly primp up, with the salon ladies quietly doing her nails, hair and make-up for her.
The beautician and the new mark simply chatted in a conversation led by the beautician and asking questions to see if the new mental changes had taken complete control. Luckily they had and the new Mary Anne Lawson checked herself in the mirror before grabbing her purse, paying and heading to the local Church.
Next, the Salon workers stripped him of his clothing and applied a fast-acting chemical, that softened and lightened his skin to match that of his face, it also sprouted breasts that reached a B-cup. Small when compared to the rest of steeplefords women but a trip to the surgeon would fix it if she so desired.
Finally, as they gave the new woman a pedicure, put her in some underwear, stockings, heels and a 40s style dress, they watched to see the new woman awaken. Slowly the woman stirred awake and looked around. In her mind all was normal and she was just getting her weekly primp up, with the salon ladies quietly doing her nails, hair and make-up for her.
The beautician and the new mark simply chatted in a conversation led by the beautician and asking questions to see if the new mental changes had taken complete control. Luckily they had and the new Mary Anne Lawson checked herself in the mirror before grabbing her purse, paying and heading to the local Church.
16 years later:
Many years had passed and Mary was now a loving and caring mother to 3 children, a 16-year-old daughter and a pair of 6-year-old twins, one a boy the other a girl. She was also the wife of the towns top lawyer. As she sat there reading through her newspaper, she felt she could live no other way and could not wait till her daughter was old enough for her own wedding. She had heard she was seeing the son of the family doctor, she only wished she would at least invite him over so they could meet him and see if he truly was her Mr right.
Meanwhile, in the present day and back at Eroticon:
In the new reality, with Mark no longer having existed, Sarah had instead come alone. She was seemingly much more full of energy and life, having not had her love for the genre questioned by Mark, her novel had a stronger TF element to it and she had finished it much sooner. When she took it to Zoey during a meet and greet afterwards, Sarah was taken aback when Zoey seemingly flirted with her, signing another copy of the book and slipping in a little piece of paper, on which was written a time and a room number.
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