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     Carl slid down a narrow ramp at high speed.  He heard a 'sproing' sound and suddenly realized he was naked.  Above and behind him he saw his clothes hanging from hooks that extended from the sides of the chute.
     The slide suddenly ended and he fell face first on a hard plate.  Raising his flattened self up and regaining three dimensions, he realized the plate was moving.
     Trying to sit up, Carl felt two large hands push him back down on his chest and start hitting his back and legs.  Glancing over his shoulder, he could see the hands were covered in white gloves and were hitting him in a karate chop fashion, like a massage.
     His flesh began to tingle and feel like jelly under the hands influence.  After only a few moments, something akin to a giant spatula slid under him and flipped him over on his back.  Again the hands chopped at his chest, belly and legs.
     Now he could see the hands were at the end of long metal arms that went up and disappeared in the darkness.  Soon his whole body tingled and the hands grabbed him by his middle and lifted him upright.
     Before he could say anything, Carl felt his feet being smashed into what looked like high heel shoes.  His toes cramped for a moment, then suddenly felt fine.  The hands let him go and he wobbled slightly to keep balance.
     Out of nowhere, something kicked him hard in the crotch.  After a moment of pain, the sensation became quite pleasurable.  As the arm retracted from his groin, Carl could see a strange sort of mold with a long upward slanted protrusion.
     Then another surprise, this time to the rear.  Something was going where nothing should, and it was pumping something inside of him.  Again there was minimal pain, and he could feel his hips and ass swelling to correspond with the pumping.
     Just as the pumping stopped and Carl tried to look over his shoulder at his new and improved ass, the giant hands lifted up his arms and something clamped around his waist.  The feeling of a hundred feathers on his sides overwhelmed him as he vaguely sensed something licking his fingernails.
     The waist clincher pulled away and his arms were released, giving Carl just a moment to admire his new wasp waist and glance at his polished fingernails.  A chair appeared behind him and he fell into it, metal clamps appearing at his wrists, waist and ankles.
     The chair reclined back slightly and a bright light shown down from above.  Carl squinted, and could barely make out the shape of the hands above him.  One moved in close, and pinched the middle of his chest.
     He felt the skin on his chest come off his ribcage as the hand pulled it away.  The sensation was incredible; like a breath of cool air on his ribs.  The other hand appeared momentarily, and dropped something into his chest.  It bounced and wobbled when it landed under his skin, then another one landed right next to it.
     The hand let go of his skin, and it snapped back like rubber, encasing the two large, gelatinous globes inside.  Glancing down, he saw what looked like large, firm breasts on his chest.
     Opening his mouth to speak was a mistake, for a tube was shoved down his throat and began to do something in his neck.  Another set of hands felt like they were pulling out his eyelashes, while even another put something on his cheeks.  He felt a brush going through his hair, which seemed to be growing longer with every stroke, and a red waxy substance was applied to his lips.
     He gagged slightly as the tube retracted, pulling what looked like an apple out of his mouth.  He felt a flourish of activity around his new, very long hair, and then the clamps around his body vanished.
     The chair sprung forward violently, throwing him to his feet.  As he struggled to keep his balance in his new shoes, several more arms with gun-like endings came at him out of the darkness.
     One of them sprayed something at him and Carl flinched.  The spraying continued and another started around his waist.  Opening his eyes, he saw a black bra and panties materializing on his body like paint.  Carl straightened up when another arm came down and sprayed nylons on his legs.
     Hands lifted his arms up straight again and he felt a silky material float around them and over his new, expanded torso.  It looked like a nice off-white blouse that was perfectly cut to expose a substantial amount of cleavage.  From below, two hands lifted a slinky material around his legs, encasing them in a black hobble skirt.
     Carl was jarred slightly when the conveyor stopped, and when he looked up, he saw three pairs of hands holding three different jackets, each one black.  One was a small Bolero type that merely would sheath his arms and shoulders.  The middle one was well cut to his new proportions, with a nice collar and waist strap.  The last one was almost long enough to be a trench coat, with two slits on the sides and large buttons.
     After a split second, Carl moved up to the last one and slipped his arms into it.  The hands let it go and it fell perfectly upon his frame, cut just right to fall down over his breasts and back against his ribs before falling straight down to his thighs.  The hands delicately fastened a single button near his stomach.
     In front of him, a door opened, and a hand directed him toward it.
     Stepping through the threshold, Carl blocked the light with his hand.  Behind him, he heard the heavy metal door shut.
     Before him stood a myriad of obviously female characters.  Rabbits, frogs, sheep, chickens; Nearly every cartoon animal he could think of was there.  A very buxom moose in a gold evening dress sauntered over to him and extended a hand.
     "Mountainous Moose," she said as Carl took her hand.
     "Crazy Carl," he responded.
     "Not anymore," the moose said.  She stepped back for a moment and examined him up and down.
     "They'll probably call you Carla Canyon now.  Don't worry, we all get re-named after the process."  Confusion crossed Carl's face.
     "Process?  I just came here to answer an unemployment ad in the Toonville Times."  Mountainous shook her head.
     "Well, if you'd read that notice a little closer, Carla; You'd know that it was for Toons wishing to be ultra-feminized to meet the demand for sexy female cartoons set forth by Jessica Rabbit and Sara Bellum."
     Carl … Carla's eyes widened.  Mountainous patted her on the back.
     "Don't worry!  It's for the best.  We're sure to be hot commodities now.  I don't know about you, but the last time one of my Mortimer Moose cartoons ran, 8-tracks were still in style."