Becoming a MetalMaid

By Inmate1890

I was 17 when my mom and step-dad purchased my sister her MetalMaid suit and some how talked her into going through the process. The day they drove her to the facility, I cried until they got back. They visited her nearly every day, bringing back stories about how happy she was and all the new 'parts' that had been added to her. Then, after 45 days they brought her home, her transformation into a MetalMaid was complete. It took my step-dad hours to setup her power station, a wall brace, even a magnet for goodness sake to hold her in place when her work was done. I couldn't take it, watching that blank screen that covered her face and knowing she must be dying inside.

Every day my sister, I mean the MetalMaid as I was told to call her now, would move around the house cleaning until all the chores were done. If I talked to her or tried to interact with her, she would be punished. I left little notes for her to find, but I never knew if she found them or if she was even able to understand them any more. The longer it went on, the more time I spent out of the house.

It was three days after my 18th birthday when I came home to discover my mom and step-dad sitting on the couch in the den, paper work on the small table and smiles on their faces. "Sit down," my step-dad said softly, "we want to show you something." He pointed at the TV and he pressed the play button. On the screen my sister's face appeared, she was smiling. "Hi Sis, I'm a month into the process of becoming a MetalMaid and I wanted to tell you that I'm happy," she began. I watched the screen as she described the steps that had been taken and how exciting it was. I could see genuine pleasure in her face, it was crazy. "So, if everything has gone right I'm in my MetalMaid suit right now and it's just past your 18th birthday. Mom and dad are going to offer you the choice to join me. I hope you take it." I was dizzy, the shock of seeing my sister in person had knocked me off my feet. That night I signed the paper work and the next day we drove out to the facility. "See you in 45 days," my step-dad whispered as they walked off, "we saw how it worked for your sister, we know what to expect."

The first week was all about preparation and taking measurements. I was given what was basically a swimsuit with arms to wear. It was so tight, but they told me it was to get me used to the feel of the MetalMaid suit. All of my body hair was removed by a laser, including the hair on my head. I did cry that night. But, if my sister had enjoyed it, maybe I could?

Over the next week the torso pieces were added and then fused together. The nanites worked overnight so that when I woke up each morning the join from the previous night had disappeared. The metal was so thin, from my neck to my hips it felt like I was wearing nothing  at all. My breasts now had the same removable coverings that my sister had. I played with them and felt a thrill every time I took them off. The form of the suit meant that they were always perky now.

My arms and legs were covered next, although my hands and feet were left free from the suit for now.

One morning I was awoken by two of the fitters I'd grown to know over the last few weeks. "So MetalMaid II (this was my name now)," they started, "today is going to be the day that we fit the piece over your waist. It is very intrusive, but it won't last for long." For the next three hours I lay on the operating table as the various tubes were inserted for waste and, I later learned, stimulation. "You did well today MetalMaid II, very brave. Get some sleep, tomorrow is another long day."

I awoke that morning to learn that today was the day that the feeding tubes would be installed. The last day I would be able to talk. The process seemed to go on for ever, every push and pull made me gag as the long tubes were inserted and forced to connect to the waste tubes. The final act of that day was to add the first part of the head piece, the part that he face plate would be connected to. It was bonded to my skull with a thick glue that the orderly told me would never come unstuck.

"It's Day 35 MetalMaid II, this is going to be the hardest day for you, but fortunately you'll be asleep for most of it," the orderly's words lingered in my mind as he gave me a sedative. I awoke to the strangest sensation in my arms and legs, like I was missing something. In a post-sedative haze I looked at my arms, then, shocked, I looked at my legs. My hands and feet had been amputated and had been replaced by metal points. "You're awake MetalMaid II, good. This is going to be a lot to take in, but we don't have much time as we need to install your face plate before the sedative wears off completely. Your parents opted for, and you agreed to, the single point model so we have removed your lower limbs. As you're a 'display' model, your face plate doesn't come with the LCD screens. This is it now MetalMaid II, good night." From out of nowhere, the face plate appeared and was pushed onto my face. Thick padding covered my eyes so that it was completely dark. All I could hear was the sound of the nanites fusing the metal of the face plate to the rest of the headpiece.

After that point it has been hard to tell if I'm awake or if I'm dreaming. There were days of calibration testing, the various vibrators and pain generators were tested constantly. I was brought to the point of orgasm over and over again without being allowed to climax. It was pure agony and I knew it would be worse when I got home. I couldn't believe that my sister had thought that this was a good idea or that I had ever agreed to it. But it was too late now.

Eventually, my mom and step-dad took me home. I know that my power station is installed in the corner of the room and that my magnet is next to my sisters. Most of the time the suit is set to bringing me close to orgasm without ever finishing. If there are guests in the house, they take off the breast and vagina gaps and they see how I can be made to orgasm on demand. I long for those visits.

*A note from the step-father - I found and pieced this together from the memory log recorder I requested for my step-daughter. I always wanted to know what went through their minds and fortunately the new models have this feature. It's amazing being able to read her mind. Don't tell my wife, but I've ordered her a MetalMaid suit.