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Ezra Bridger from Star Wars Rebels in "Ezra's Makeover".

A comedic crossdressing story, contains forced feminization.

* * * * * *

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

It's been fourteen years since the rise of the evil Galactic Empire.

On planet Lothal, a small group of rebels conducts operations against the Imperial garrison.

For their next sabotage mission, they need to steal files belonging to Lothal Minister, Maketh Tua.

Ezra Bridger, young thief and Jedi in training, is sent on the solo mission to procure them from her room.

Lothar, Imperial Palace. Teenage rebel crawls through the ventilation duct until he finds an opening. Below him are doors guarded by two stormtroopers.

"Hera, can you hear me?" Ezra pushed his earpiece. "I'm right over Maketh Tua's chambers."

"Understood. I'm sending information to Zeb, his diversion should buy you twenty minutes."

"To find one file? I bet I'll be done in five."

"Take it a bit more seriously Ezra. Rest of team are busy with Agent Kallus and Zeb is in opposite part of the building. If something goes wrong, there will be no one to help you."

"Relax, Hera, I'll..." boy's words were attenuated by the sound of the alarm.

"REQUIRE BACK UP, INTRUDER IN SECTOR K12! REPEAT: REQUIRE BACK UP!"

Before the guards left, Ezra used Force to pull out the keys from one of their pockets and drop them on the floor. Nothing was heard overt of the high alert.

Ezra jumped out of the duct and used keys to open the room.

* * * * *

The apartment was surprisingly cozy looking for a strict imperial official. It had tasteful light-fittings, wide balcony, and even comfy sofas. But Ezra was only interested in desk in the corner with the computer on it.

"Let's see." Ezra plugged hacking device that quickly gave him access. "Reports from previous months, correspondence... bingo, plans for upcoming events!"

Content, he copies needed files. Ezra finished the job and it didn't even take him 5 minutes. Well, that was easy, and he had plenty time to spare. What now? Logic dictated him to just leave, but young boy always trusted his guts more, so he decided to search the database for more information. Most of it was useless or outdated when Ezra noticed something called "Pulchritude Maintainer". Intrigued, young thief pressed.

A metallic arm with a camera at the end came out of the ceiling and stopped right in front of his face.

"WELCOME HOME, MISS TUA" it spoke with a calm but firm female voice. "WE WILL START NOW YOUR ROUTINE EXAMINATION."

Ezra jumped away from the computer, startled. He reached for his blaster, but four extra arms came out and restricted him.

"CEASE MOTION, MISS TUA. WRIGGLING LIKE THAT IS UNBECOMING FOR LADY OF YOUR STATUS."

Despite boy's struggling computer managed to quickly scan him. Ezra couldn't believe he's going to be caught in such a stupid way.

"SCAN COMPLETE. VERDICT: UNACCEPTABLE. YOU TOOK POOR CARE FOR YOURSELF, MISS TUA."

Ezra sighed with relief. That stupid machine couldn't tell he's not Maketh Tua.

He cleared his throat and replied in best girly voice he could fake.

"Um, I'm sorry. Let me go and I'll fix it, I promise."

"NO!" More arms came from the wall. "WE WILL FIX IT RIGHT NOW."

"Hey stop it! My clothes!" Arms came with scissors that start cutting all materials on him.

"THOSE OLD RAGS? MISS TUA, IT'S HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE FOR EMPIRICAL OFFICIAL TO WEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT"

"But I like those... hey, leave the underwear!" Ezra started wriggling his butt in all directions, trying to stop the crazy machine. Inpatient hands just grabbed them and pulled up, causing him a painful wedgie.

"Ow, ow ow!" with the last snip Ezra was completely naked, causing him to blush.

"I'M PREPARING YOUR SATIN LINGERIE RIGHT NOW. BUT FIRST WE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR SCENT. YOU SMELL LIKE YOU WRESTLED WITH A STINKY GORILLA."

"What? Okay, first: only I get to call Zeb like that. Second:" Ezra used Force to pull blaster to his hand. "There is no way we're playing dress-up!"

In this moment cold shower ran down onto him causing him to shriek and drop the weapon.

"I'M DETECTING A HIGH LEVELS OF DIRT ON YOU, MISS TUA" machine acted like nothing happened. One metallic arm grabbed the blaster, taking it away, while the others start scrubbing him with sponges, in a very ungentle way. Some weird shampoo was poured on his head. "HAIRY ARMS, MESSY HAIR, BROKEN NAILS. THERE IS LOT TO BE DONE."

"I'm sorry, okay?" replied Ezra in high pitched falsetto, desperately trying come up with an excuse that would stop the machine. "I had a long journey, I'm overworked. And there is an important meeting I should be right now, so if you..."

"LOOKING LIKE THAT? IT WOULD BE A DISGRACE TO THE EMPIRE. WHOEVER IT IS, IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT."

The shower turned into the fan that made Ezra dry in second. Then he was sprayed all over with perfumes (extra long under armpits) and his hair was wrapped in the towel.

"Cough, cough. No, you don't understand, it's too important. I'm meeting ummm, Agent Kallus. No, Governor Tarkin! No, the empe..." then Ezra noticed long papers being glued to his arms and legs. "What are those?"

"I WILL CONGRATULATE YOU ON ONE THING, MISS TUA." spoke machine over Ezra's screams, as the wax was ripped from him, leaving his skin smooth and hairless. "YOUR NEW DIET DID WONDERS TO YOUR LEGS. LONG AND FEMININE, EVEN TEENAGE GIRL COULD ENVY YOU THOSE."

In any other circumstances, Ezra would die of embarrassment hearing compliments like that, but right now he was just wanted for waxing to end. After a few unbearable minutes that felt like an eternity, the torment finally stopped. Ezra was so relieved, he almost didn't notice when panties and bra were pulled on him. Almost.

"Ow come on!"

"DO NOT SQUABBLE, MISS TUA. A LADY SHOULD NEVER STAY UNCOVERED LONGER THAN IT'S NECESSARY."

Arms put him in a chair, a rather comfy one if it wasn't for ropes that wrapped around his ankles and wrists.

"RELAX, MISS TUA, IT MIGHT TAKE A SECOND."

"I'll show you relaxed, you stupid piece of trash. I'll..." suddenly his earpiece started ringing. "...ow crap."

"Ezra, are you in there?" he heard Zeb. "Twenty minutes have passed, dif you get the data?"

"Ummm, I need a bit more time. I..." Ezra looked at the machine giving him manicure and pedicure. "...got a little sidetracked. You wouldn't believe stuff Maketh has here."

"Bah, some thief you are! Hurry kid, I can't keep it much longer."

"I'm in hurry, I really am!" just to undermine what he said, machine put two cucumbers on his eyes and started applying facial on him. "Sigh, Ezra's out."

Ezra wondered how much the longer the process would take. Due to cucumbers, he could tell what's going on now, but the machine was doing something funny to his hair. He also felt something squishy being pushed on his chest and obvious answer what it is caused him to blush again.

"I really don't have time for this!" he growled. "You won't release me until you're done: I get it. But can't you speed up the process?"

"THERE ARE HIGHER SETTINGS OF VELOCITY." admitted beauty program. "HOWEVER THIS SETTING WAS FOUND TO BE BEST SUITED FOR YOUR PERSONA."

"Well, not in this occasion. I want the fastest setting. Now."

"AS YOU WISH, MISS TUA."

"Thank you." Ezra felt facial being cleaned from his face. "I'm glad you finally listened to..."

The boy paused when cucumber felt from his eyes. In front of his there were dozens of arms, holding multiple feminine objects, some he didn't know what they do.

"...me?"

Spring in the chair shot him into the air. First, he was blinded by the whole makeup set thrown on his face. Coughing heavily under a volley of powders, foundations, and blushes, he suddenly lost air in his lungs as something extremely tight was wrapped around his waist. Then several arms start cutting his hair and spray them with something that made breathing even harder. Rest was kinda fuzzy, but he was definitely thrown around the whole room and dressed in some clothing.

After several seconds, Ezra saw Minister Maketh Tua standing in from of him. The same official blue uniform, fancy white gloves and boots, and a metallic hat. Her face was weird though. Usually, she was all serious and strict, now she looked surprised and confused. Also, weren't her eyes brown, not blue?

"Crud, I'm look in the mirror, am I?"

"YOU'RE LOOKING GORGEOUS, MISS TUA. NOW YOU'RE READY FOR YOUR MEETING."

"Great," growled Ezra, still not believing this happened. He looked exactly like a like copy of Minister Tua, machine even dyed his hair blond and tied them in a little bun in the back.

"Doesn't matter, I need to get out of here, fast." Ezra walked to steps to the exit, only to stop and grab his belly. "Urgh..."

"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT, MISS TUA?"

"Yes, sure...Just my stomach feels like it's going to...to..."

Then Ezra barfed.

"Owww, gross. This faster setting was a bad idea," he moaned.

Most metallic arms start cleaning the floor. Four remaining grabbed Ezra by his limbs.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"YOU'RE UNCLEAN AGAIN, MISS TUA. DON'T WORRY, I'LL FIX YOU IN NO TIME."

"What? Oh no. Please, no." Ezra looked down at his stained uniform. Then he looked at arms coming to him with scissors, perfumes, and sponges. "Not again!"

* * * * * *

Garazeb Orrelios, also known as "Zeb", was running through the corridors of the palace. Behind his were dozen guards.

"Kid, where are you? We're out of time!" yelled Zeb to his earpiece.

"Busy!" yelled back Ezra in strange high pitched falsetto. "Augh! Stop it... I mean, talk to you later."

"There is no LATER!" roared alien. "I'm heading your way."

Zeb threw his last gas grenade to distract the guards and ran to the Maketh Tua's room. If they somehow get out of this, he was going to kill that kid.

At least that was his plan until he saw Ezra dressed like Minister Maketh Tua, with a metallic arm brushing his teeth.

"I can explain!" mumbled Ezra, through brush in his mouth. Then the machine stopped.

"WE'RE DONE, MISS TUA. BEAUTIFUL AND READY TO REPRESENT THE EMPIRE."

Zed just stood there in shock, until both rebels were wakened up by a pattern of upcoming guards.

"Quickly, hide behind the sofa on all four! On And whatever happens, don't move!" ordered Ezra. Thankfully Zeb listened without question. Ezra then stood up on the hidden friend to give himself extra height.

That way when guards walked in they saw Minister Maketh Tua standing behind the sofa.

"Halt!" ordered Ezra, still mimicking Minister's voice. "What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my quarters?"

"Minister Tua!" guards stopped to salute. "We're sorry, we didn't know you're in the building."

"I didn't ask for excuses. I asked a question: what are you doing here?"

"W-we were looking for a rebel."

"Well then: this is not the rebel you're looking for," said Ezra making a hand gesture.

"...what?"

"I said he's not here! Now leave my chamber, immediately!"

Ezra sighed with relief as guards followed his order.

"Not bad, huh Zeb? Zeb?" Ezra noticed his friend squeezing his mouth, barely holding his laughter. "Oh, very funny."

"It is!" Zeb laughed hysterically. "You should see the look on your face. 'Beautiful and ready to represent empire.' Priceless!"

"Haha, hilarious." Ezra walked to the computer. "Now will you help me get my old clothes or not?"

"Not so fast, kiddo." Zeb wiped a tear from his eye with one hand and grabbed Ezra with the other. "We lost enough time as it is. We're moving now."

"But everyone will see me like this!" Ezra tried breaking free, but Zeb flipped him over his shoulder.

"I'm sooo sorry, but if you didn't play dress-up so long we wouldn't have that problem." alien chuckled a little. "Besides, no one would believe me what happened without some visual proofs, 'Madame Tua'."

Ezra sighed heavily, folding his arms in resignation.

"It was 'Miss Tua'," he muttered, causing Zeb to burst into laughter again.

THE END

Description

Ezra Bridger from Star Wars Rebels in "Ezra's Makeover".

A comedic crossdressing story, contains forced feminization.

* * * * * *

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

It's been fourteen years since the rise of the evil Galactic Empire.

On planet Lothal, a small group of rebels conducts operations against the Imperial garrison.

For their next sabotage mission, they need to steal files belonging to Lothal Minister, Maketh Tua.

Ezra Bridger, young thief and Jedi in training, is sent on the solo mission to procure them from her room.

Lothar, Imperial Palace. Teenage rebel crawls through the ventilation duct until he finds an opening. Below him are doors guarded by two stormtroopers.

"Hera, can you hear me?" Ezra pushed his earpiece. "I'm right over Maketh Tua's chambers."

"Understood. I'm sending information to Zeb, his diversion should buy you twenty minutes."

"To find one file? I bet I'll be done in five."

"Take it a bit more seriously Ezra. Rest of team are busy with Agent Kallus and Zeb is in opposite part of the building. If something goes wrong, there will be no one to help you."

"Relax, Hera, I'll..." boy's words were attenuated by the sound of the alarm.

"REQUIRE BACK UP, INTRUDER IN SECTOR K12! REPEAT: REQUIRE BACK UP!"

Before the guards left, Ezra used Force to pull out the keys from one of their pockets and drop them on the floor. Nothing was heard overt of the high alert.

Ezra jumped out of the duct and used keys to open the room.

* * * * *

The apartment was surprisingly cozy looking for a strict imperial official. It had tasteful light-fittings, wide balcony, and even comfy sofas. But Ezra was only interested in desk in the corner with the computer on it.

"Let's see." Ezra plugged hacking device that quickly gave him access. "Reports from previous months, correspondence... bingo, plans for upcoming events!"

Content, he copies needed files. Ezra finished the job and it didn't even take him 5 minutes. Well, that was easy, and he had plenty time to spare. What now? Logic dictated him to just leave, but young boy always trusted his guts more, so he decided to search the database for more information. Most of it was useless or outdated when Ezra noticed something called "Pulchritude Maintainer". Intrigued, young thief pressed.

A metallic arm with a camera at the end came out of the ceiling and stopped right in front of his face.

"WELCOME HOME, MISS TUA" it spoke with a calm but firm female voice. "WE WILL START NOW YOUR ROUTINE EXAMINATION."

Ezra jumped away from the computer, startled. He reached for his blaster, but four extra arms came out and restricted him.

"CEASE MOTION, MISS TUA. WRIGGLING LIKE THAT IS UNBECOMING FOR LADY OF YOUR STATUS."

Despite boy's struggling computer managed to quickly scan him. Ezra couldn't believe he's going to be caught in such a stupid way.

"SCAN COMPLETE. VERDICT: UNACCEPTABLE. YOU TOOK POOR CARE FOR YOURSELF, MISS TUA."

Ezra sighed with relief. That stupid machine couldn't tell he's not Maketh Tua.

He cleared his throat and replied in best girly voice he could fake.

"Um, I'm sorry. Let me go and I'll fix it, I promise."

"NO!" More arms came from the wall. "WE WILL FIX IT RIGHT NOW."

"Hey stop it! My clothes!" Arms came with scissors that start cutting all materials on him.

"THOSE OLD RAGS? MISS TUA, IT'S HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE FOR EMPIRICAL OFFICIAL TO WEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT"

"But I like those... hey, leave the underwear!" Ezra started wriggling his butt in all directions, trying to stop the crazy machine. Inpatient hands just grabbed them and pulled up, causing him a painful wedgie.

"Ow, ow ow!" with the last snip Ezra was completely naked, causing him to blush.

"I'M PREPARING YOUR SATIN LINGERIE RIGHT NOW. BUT FIRST WE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR SCENT. YOU SMELL LIKE YOU WRESTLED WITH A STINKY GORILLA."

"What? Okay, first: only I get to call Zeb like that. Second:" Ezra used Force to pull blaster to his hand. "There is no way we're playing dress-up!"

In this moment cold shower ran down onto him causing him to shriek and drop the weapon.

"I'M DETECTING A HIGH LEVELS OF DIRT ON YOU, MISS TUA" machine acted like nothing happened. One metallic arm grabbed the blaster, taking it away, while the others start scrubbing him with sponges, in a very ungentle way. Some weird shampoo was poured on his head. "HAIRY ARMS, MESSY HAIR, BROKEN NAILS. THERE IS LOT TO BE DONE."

"I'm sorry, okay?" replied Ezra in high pitched falsetto, desperately trying come up with an excuse that would stop the machine. "I had a long journey, I'm overworked. And there is an important meeting I should be right now, so if you..."

"LOOKING LIKE THAT? IT WOULD BE A DISGRACE TO THE EMPIRE. WHOEVER IT IS, IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT."

The shower turned into the fan that made Ezra dry in second. Then he was sprayed all over with perfumes (extra long under armpits) and his hair was wrapped in the towel.

"Cough, cough. No, you don't understand, it's too important. I'm meeting ummm, Agent Kallus. No, Governor Tarkin! No, the empe..." then Ezra noticed long papers being glued to his arms and legs. "What are those?"

"I WILL CONGRATULATE YOU ON ONE THING, MISS TUA." spoke machine over Ezra's screams, as the wax was ripped from him, leaving his skin smooth and hairless. "YOUR NEW DIET DID WONDERS TO YOUR LEGS. LONG AND FEMININE, EVEN TEENAGE GIRL COULD ENVY YOU THOSE."

In any other circumstances, Ezra would die of embarrassment hearing compliments like that, but right now he was just wanted for waxing to end. After a few unbearable minutes that felt like an eternity, the torment finally stopped. Ezra was so relieved, he almost didn't notice when panties and bra were pulled on him. Almost.

"Ow come on!"

"DO NOT SQUABBLE, MISS TUA. A LADY SHOULD NEVER STAY UNCOVERED LONGER THAN IT'S NECESSARY."

Arms put him in a chair, a rather comfy one if it wasn't for ropes that wrapped around his ankles and wrists.

"RELAX, MISS TUA, IT MIGHT TAKE A SECOND."

"I'll show you relaxed, you stupid piece of trash. I'll..." suddenly his earpiece started ringing. "...ow crap."

"Ezra, are you in there?" he heard Zeb. "Twenty minutes have passed, dif you get the data?"

"Ummm, I need a bit more time. I..." Ezra looked at the machine giving him manicure and pedicure. "...got a little sidetracked. You wouldn't believe stuff Maketh has here."

"Bah, some thief you are! Hurry kid, I can't keep it much longer."

"I'm in hurry, I really am!" just to undermine what he said, machine put two cucumbers on his eyes and started applying facial on him. "Sigh, Ezra's out."

Ezra wondered how much the longer the process would take. Due to cucumbers, he could tell what's going on now, but the machine was doing something funny to his hair. He also felt something squishy being pushed on his chest and obvious answer what it is caused him to blush again.

"I really don't have time for this!" he growled. "You won't release me until you're done: I get it. But can't you speed up the process?"

"THERE ARE HIGHER SETTINGS OF VELOCITY." admitted beauty program. "HOWEVER THIS SETTING WAS FOUND TO BE BEST SUITED FOR YOUR PERSONA."

"Well, not in this occasion. I want the fastest setting. Now."

"AS YOU WISH, MISS TUA."

"Thank you." Ezra felt facial being cleaned from his face. "I'm glad you finally listened to..."

The boy paused when cucumber felt from his eyes. In front of his there were dozens of arms, holding multiple feminine objects, some he didn't know what they do.

"...me?"

Spring in the chair shot him into the air. First, he was blinded by the whole makeup set thrown on his face. Coughing heavily under a volley of powders, foundations, and blushes, he suddenly lost air in his lungs as something extremely tight was wrapped around his waist. Then several arms start cutting his hair and spray them with something that made breathing even harder. Rest was kinda fuzzy, but he was definitely thrown around the whole room and dressed in some clothing.

After several seconds, Ezra saw Minister Maketh Tua standing in from of him. The same official blue uniform, fancy white gloves and boots, and a metallic hat. Her face was weird though. Usually, she was all serious and strict, now she looked surprised and confused. Also, weren't her eyes brown, not blue?

"Crud, I'm look in the mirror, am I?"

"YOU'RE LOOKING GORGEOUS, MISS TUA. NOW YOU'RE READY FOR YOUR MEETING."

"Great," growled Ezra, still not believing this happened. He looked exactly like a like copy of Minister Tua, machine even dyed his hair blond and tied them in a little bun in the back.

"Doesn't matter, I need to get out of here, fast." Ezra walked to steps to the exit, only to stop and grab his belly. "Urgh..."

"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT, MISS TUA?"

"Yes, sure...Just my stomach feels like it's going to...to..."

Then Ezra barfed.

"Owww, gross. This faster setting was a bad idea," he moaned.

Most metallic arms start cleaning the floor. Four remaining grabbed Ezra by his limbs.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"YOU'RE UNCLEAN AGAIN, MISS TUA. DON'T WORRY, I'LL FIX YOU IN NO TIME."

"What? Oh no. Please, no." Ezra looked down at his stained uniform. Then he looked at arms coming to him with scissors, perfumes, and sponges. "Not again!"

* * * * * *

Garazeb Orrelios, also known as "Zeb", was running through the corridors of the palace. Behind his were dozen guards.

"Kid, where are you? We're out of time!" yelled Zeb to his earpiece.

"Busy!" yelled back Ezra in strange high pitched falsetto. "Augh! Stop it... I mean, talk to you later."

"There is no LATER!" roared alien. "I'm heading your way."

Zeb threw his last gas grenade to distract the guards and ran to the Maketh Tua's room. If they somehow get out of this, he was going to kill that kid.

At least that was his plan until he saw Ezra dressed like Minister Maketh Tua, with a metallic arm brushing his teeth.

"I can explain!" mumbled Ezra, through brush in his mouth. Then the machine stopped.

"WE'RE DONE, MISS TUA. BEAUTIFUL AND READY TO REPRESENT THE EMPIRE."

Zed just stood there in shock, until both rebels were wakened up by a pattern of upcoming guards.

"Quickly, hide behind the sofa on all four! On And whatever happens, don't move!" ordered Ezra. Thankfully Zeb listened without question. Ezra then stood up on the hidden friend to give himself extra height.

That way when guards walked in they saw Minister Maketh Tua standing behind the sofa.

"Halt!" ordered Ezra, still mimicking Minister's voice. "What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my quarters?"

"Minister Tua!" guards stopped to salute. "We're sorry, we didn't know you're in the building."

"I didn't ask for excuses. I asked a question: what are you doing here?"

"W-we were looking for a rebel."

"Well then: this is not the rebel you're looking for," said Ezra making a hand gesture.

"...what?"

"I said he's not here! Now leave my chamber, immediately!"

Ezra sighed with relief as guards followed his order.

"Not bad, huh Zeb? Zeb?" Ezra noticed his friend squeezing his mouth, barely holding his laughter. "Oh, very funny."

"It is!" Zeb laughed hysterically. "You should see the look on your face. 'Beautiful and ready to represent empire.' Priceless!"

"Haha, hilarious." Ezra walked to the computer. "Now will you help me get my old clothes or not?"

"Not so fast, kiddo." Zeb wiped a tear from his eye with one hand and grabbed Ezra with the other. "We lost enough time as it is. We're moving now."

"But everyone will see me like this!" Ezra tried breaking free, but Zeb flipped him over his shoulder.

"I'm sooo sorry, but if you didn't play dress-up so long we wouldn't have that problem." alien chuckled a little. "Besides, no one would believe me what happened without some visual proofs, 'Madame Tua'."

Ezra sighed heavily, folding his arms in resignation.

"It was 'Miss Tua'," he muttered, causing Zeb to burst into laughter again.

THE END