BoyTrainers, Inc.

It was stunning, and lasted for about three seconds. An odd robotic voice: "NO TOUCHING WITHOUT PERMISSION" blared through the room. It was coming from the speakers in the room. Peter immediately removed his hand from between his legs, and lay there in shock. "Who are you?" he whimpered. Of course, there was no response. Teary–eyed, he thought about the room, and he realized that the metallic sheen of all the clothing and bedding was so that everything in the room would conduct electricity – there would be nowhere to hide. After a while, the dizziness and confusion were too much, and he dozed off into a fitful sleep.

He was wakened by the robotic voice again. "GO TO THE DRESSER." Peter sleepily got up, and walked over to the dresser. "OPEN THE FIRST DRAWER." The voice was obviously not human, but being generated by a computer of some sort. It directed him to take several articles of clothing out of the drawers, and to place them on the bed. "GET DRESSED," it told him, and he stood there, stalling. After a few seconds, he felt another electric shock. He jumped. "GET DRESSED," it repeated. Peter sobbed. He didn't want to be shocked again. He'd never even seen lingerie before, so he wasn't at all sure what he was doing – especially with the garter belt and bra. But he hurried and did his best, and after several tries of attempting to figure out how they worked and which way they went, he was done.

"GO TO THE MIRROR" the voice said. Peter walked over to the mirror, and took in the image. He was dressed in pink thigh–high stockings with white lacy trim and little rhinestones. They were held up by very dainty garter suspenders, with ruffles around the waist and going down his legs. He also wore a pretty trainer bra, also pink, with a little bow in the middle. His shoes were white platform Maryjanes, also with little pink bows. No panties; his little soft penis and balls were dangling out in front. He gasped. He looked like a complete ...