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I had put a lot of thought into my next session. I had
got everything I needed together, and now waited for him to arrive.
Today was the day I was going to have it all my way - no more half
measures. I wanted to make real changes to my sessions, and I was
looking forward to the encounter more then he was. We had talked on the
phone and he seemed as keen as all the others, but as usual I suspected
there were things he wouldn't do. But from what I could workout about
his personal life he would make a perfect candidate for real change.
When he turned up I took him into the front room and we
sat down for a chat. He was average in everyway, height, looks, hair,
and facial features, the perfect blank canvas. I began to question him
on what he wanted from our encounter, and what he was prepared to do
for me. He seemed to agree with everything I suggested. I'm sure he had
always wanted to do what I had in mind, and was probably willing to do
more. But of course his outside life prevented him from doing so. I did
not tell him everything, as he would never find it in himself to agree.
I would just have to convince him as we went along to go where he had
never been. I knew once there, he would never want to return to his old
life.
 I
sent him upstairs to shower, and when I thought he was relaxed I went
in. I looked like a plastic clad biohazard nurse, dressed in the water
proof pvc for the work that was to take place in the shower. I pushed
the plastic stool into the shower and made him sit down. I rubbed
shaving cream over his legs and began to shave from the top of his legs
down. He didn't want me to do the lower part of his legs, as he had to
be able to wear shorts at work. I happily agreed and moved my attention
to his chest. Again he resisted having his whole chest shaved,
begrudgingly I agreed to leave part of his chest hair. I rubbed the
shaving cream all over his arms, but he protested strongly. With my
patience wearing thin I struck a compromise to allow me to do his
underarms. He would just have to wear a tee shirt for a while.
I suggested a little massage and could see he was
clearly puzzled by my generosity. He was in a warm steamy shower room,
and a massage would surely help release his masculine tensions so of
course he agreed. Using the shaving cream I began rubbing his whole
body, massaging deeply and thoroughly until I had covered his entire
body. "Relax for five minutes, and I will be back to rinse you off." I
came back in the room to find him relaxing blissfully. I took the
shower nozzle and began to rinse him clean, washing down his back I was
happy to find the results as I wanted. The hair removal cream disguised
as shaving cream had worked perfectly, the hair on his body was now
washing away just as I had planned. As I came around to his arms and
chest he began to see what I already knew. He grabbed his arm for a
closer look "Fuck, fuck, fuck." is all he could keep saying. I couldn't
help laughing. He grabbed the shower nozzle out of my hand, and began
madly washing himself down. "Thanks for the help." I said laughingly.
By the time he had finished he stood before me totally
hairless from neck to toe. The look on his face was one of horror and
amazement. I stepped forward and ran my latex gloved hands over his
warm body. "See how it feels." As I grab his butt cheeks in my hand.
"It's like being touched for the very first time." His stiffing cock
needed no explanation. I could see his mind flipping from terror to
bliss, he had dreamed of this day, and dreaded it. Sure it was going to
cause him embarrassment in the outside world, but he could already see
and feel, in my world being smooth and hairless was going to be worth
the outside humiliation.
"What about my mates at work."
 "You
have to trust me, I know what's possible." I handed him a towel, and
told him to meet me in the medical room when he was dry.
I had changed into my medical uniform, and was now ready
to deal with his crotch. I positioned him up on the medical table and
strapped his leg into the stirrups, giving me complete access to his
genitals and anus. The crutch area was still in need of hair removal,
as the cream had not penetrated well in that area. I carefully shaved,
washed, and dried his crutch and genitals.
Tucking of the penis can now begin. The problem as
always, is trying to keep down an erect penis. The thought of being
tucked, and the psychical handling of the penis generally keep it
erect. So I leave the penis alone, and start with the anus inserting a
small butt-plug with just a minimum of lube. Using my CBT skills I use
light cord to separate the testicules, left to right, and cross strap
the penis. I then wait for the penis to become a flaccid, and as
quickly as I can anchor it to the butt-plug. The penis is then strapped
between the legs, leaving it to strain against the butt plug. It's now
securely tucked away even without underwear, and with some careful
placement of medical tape the tuck starts to look realistic. It always
thrills me to see his penis disappear, vanish!
 I
changed my gloves and apron, and moved onto creating his breasts. I'd
brought in my highest quality silicon breast forms, which I reserve
only for special transformations. As he lay on the table I prepared his
chest with rubbing alcohol and spirit gum, the breast will adhere
perfectly to the clean hairless skin. To this point I had been so deep
in thought and action, like a Doctor in surgery, that I had barely
thought to speak to him. I suddenly looked up at him to ask, "What size
breasts do you want?" He started to go red and with much umm'ing and
ah'ing could only mumble: "What do you think."
"Small?" I replied. I could see he was disappointed with
my choice, but the reality was there was only one size: large! but I
wanted him to ask for what he really wanted.
"Will you be happy with small breasts?"
"Not really", he mumbled.
"So what do you want?"
"I want large breasts Miss Veronica." He was beetroot
red, and completely embarrassed by his admission. He was now going to
have what we both wanted, and I began carefully attaching the silicon
breasts. He then had to lay still and relax for fifteen minutes to
allow the adhesive to dry. While his breasts were adhering to his body,
I cut and manicured his toenails while his feet were in such a workable
position. I painted the nails a high gloss bright red.
While the adhesive and toenails dried, I changed from my
medical gear into something more comfortable. It was time to work on
the face, so it was out of the medical room, and into the dressing
room. Here I proceeded to partially dress him. Firstly, I powdered and
perfumed his entire body. I then pulled on a pink patent leather corset
to cinch his waist to give a more feminine hourglass figure. I would
have to continue tightening the corset throughout the day to achieve
the perfect shape. Next I sat him down and pulled on silky sheer skin
toned stockings with seams. They must of felt great on his freshly
shaved legs as I saw the tape start to strain at his crutch. I attached
the stocking to a pink frilly garter belt with white trim, which
attached to the bottom of the corset to emphasise the hips and
backside. I then pulled up into place the matching pink silk nickers,
creating a completely feminine looking crutch and backside. I selected
a pair of black patent leather stilettos, with seven-inch heel and
lockable ankle straps, I slipped each foot into the heels and locked
them onto his feet. I now had what was starting to look like a very
feminine woman, from the neck down at least, it was time to work my
artistic magic on his face.
I got him to sit in the make-up chair and to make
himself comfortable, for what was going to be a lengthy sit. I
suggested I could put his neck in a brace to help relieve the stress of
trying to keep his head still for so long. "It would also stop you from
fidgeting around for the long sitting period." He thought this was a
good idea, and allowed me to do it. I placed a pink leather high-necked
brace around his neck and fastened it firmly. The brace matched the
corset and feminised his neckline beautifully. I then tied light rope
through the rings attached to the brace, to the back of the chair. This
held the neck and head firmly in the upright position. "There now, you
can relax and enjoy all the pampering. I should also pin your hands
down so can't touch your face and ruin your make-up before you see it."
He resisted this suggestion, but I made a compromise of suggesting just
one hand. The wrist cuffs I use look like beautiful bracelets, so he
was happy to wear both for me, and true to my word I attached only one
hand to the arm of the chair.
Now I got started, I covered his face with skin
conditioner and an eye treatment that covered his eyes. While the
conditioner and eye patches did their work, I grabbed my glue gun and
started to attach the blonde hair extensions I'd brought with me. He
asked me what I was doing and I replied. "I'm just giving you a hair
treatment, so the wig will sit better." I handed him the wig to feel,
telling him it was the one he would be wearing, I got on with the hair
extensions as fast as I could. I offered to take the wig from him, and
as I did I locked his free arm into the chair.
I laughed, saying "Did you really think I'd be happy
with a compromise?" The hair he was now starting to feel on his
shoulders was actual sections of hair glued on to his own hair very
close to the roots. He was never going to be able to remove it unless
he was prepared to shave his head. Sure he could cut it, but the
volume, texture and colour would continue to look feminine. At this
point he was completely unaware as he thought it was the wig. When I
had finished I wiped off the conditioner, and removed the patches
allowing him to see again. He was straining his head against the brace
so he could see the blonde locks falling on his shoulders. I grabbed a
handful and pulled it out in front of him until I heard him cry "Ouch!"
"Feels like your own hair doesn't it?"
"Yes it does."
I grabbed the hair at random pulling it back and forth.
"Trying taking this off when its time for home." He laughed, as he had
no idea what I had done. I wasn't about to explain, he could work it
out in his own time when his hands were free.
With both hands pinned down to the chair, and his neck
fixed firmly in the brace, I calmly picked up a razor and shaved off
both his eyebrows. I don't think the shock of this really sunk-in, as
he could not see the dramatic change this had made.
 "Don't
know what you are going to tell the guys at work." I said. He didn't
respond other than frown. He was starting to realise resistance was
useless, and was resigning himself to the fact he was going to have to
deal with the "issue" in the outside world. I applied foundation and
powder to my now blank face. I would now be able to recreate a new face
without the hindrance of male eyebrows. I worked at shaping and shading
the eyes into a beautiful feminine look. I then drew on a set of thin
and highly arched eyebrows, giving the face a completely different
look. I added mascara to enhance his naturally long lashes and his eyes
become a woman's. I add blush to his cheeks to give them a rosy glow
and blend it to give the look of high cheekbones. All that is left to
add is lipstick, I enhance and improve the natural line of his lips
with deep red lipstick. I leave the lips wet with a thick coating of
lip-gloss. I step back to take a good look, adding any finishing
touches necessary to make the face the work of art my reputation as a
transformer has been built on. It has taken a good deal of time and
effort to get his face to this level, but as usual it's an amazing
transformation. At this point I can no longer call him a "him", from
this point on he is a she. All I have to do now is trim and style her
hair and it's complete. I now spin the chair around so she can see her
self for the first time. She is genuinely shocked. Before her in the
mirror is a woman - it is clearly her, but it is a beautiful woman she
has never seen before. She is instantly infatuated by her own image,
and cannot take her eyes off herself. This is how I know my work has
been a success. I set to work on the long blonde hair, back combing it
and teasing it into up-do with fringe. All the time she sits there
staring at herself, and her breasts.
I unfasten the neck brace, and release her hands from
the chair. The first thing she does is touch her self all over, running
her hands all over her body exploring the new curves and smoothness.
She stands and looks at her body from every angel in the mirror. All
she can do is repeat over again. "My god I can't believe it's me."
"Well it is you, and you better get used to it, because
you can't stand around here all day staring at yourself in the mirror",
I say finally. I had done all the hard work up to this point, and I now
wanted a return on my efforts. She was my creation and therefore my
property, if she wanted to exist as she was, she would have to live by
my rule. I handed her the bra that matched the nickers and made her put
it on.
It was a winter's afternoon and I was ready for my
afternoon tea, so I was about to send her on her first excursion out
into world. Being a cool afternoon I handed her a mid length leather
skirt, and white angora style polo neck top to wear. For her first trip
I could not send her out in seven-inch heels, I needed her to return
still able to walk! So I removed the shoe locks, and gave her a pair of
leather boots with a more sensible heel. I then dropped a beautiful
leather coat and bag beside her, and gave her my instructions.
"I want you to go down to the Seven Eleven on the
corner, and pick up some milk, and a few other things. Everything you
need is in your bag."
I could see the apprehension on her face, and I knew I was going to have trouble getting her out the door. I stood up.
"Right lets go, I haven't got all day", and I began
gesturing towards the door. She reluctantly got to here feet and
started walking.
 "You
will have to walk better than that if your going to convince anyone
outside." I gave a brief lesson on walking and deportment in the
hallway. I was in no mood for anymore time wasting. I put on my coat
and opened the front door, stepped out and waited for her to join me.
She reluctantly stepped out and passed me on the stairs. I quickly
stepped back inside, and slammed the door shut. I could immediately
hear her at the door knocking and pleading to get back in.
"I will let you back in when you show me you have the milk." She pleaded with me that she couldn't do it.
"Show me the milk, and I will open the door. It's that
simple!" I then went off to lay out the maid's outfit for her return.
When, or if, she returns she is about to get a real lesson in what it
means to be a woman - now that's another story.
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