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Post by crayle on Mar 10, 2009 11:30:19 GMT -4
"B-But you wouldn't!" My instructions to Lord Hugo were clear: I was to look like a sexy, beautiful woman, but remain Male--and no one said anything about changing my color! Where did this woman get off, thinking she could do whatever she wanted with ME? "You wouldn't dare!"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 10, 2009 16:33:33 GMT -4
Taylor sneers, "That's it! I can't be expected to work like this!"
She whirls and walks away, punching a red button on the wall by the door before storming out in a rush. The door slams ominously and all the giggling around you comes to a halt. You could hear the proverbial pin drop...
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Post by crayle on Mar 10, 2009 19:16:43 GMT -4
I just sat there a moment, naked, dark-skinned and 90% feminized, my bare feet still in a bowl of warm water, wondering what to do....
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 10, 2009 19:40:27 GMT -4
In the rare total silence of the Salon, you hear a faint clicking noise. Getting louder and sharper, like small gunshots. Click....click.....click....click....
Footfalls in the stone hallway getting closer...
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Post by crayle on Mar 11, 2009 3:46:03 GMT -4
Forgetting Taylor's efforts to keep me sitting, I take my dainty feet outof thebowl and rise, crossing my arms over my nudity, knees slightly bent, and look around the salon-- Hey! Where are my clothes?
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 11, 2009 20:22:21 GMT -4
The clicking gets louder and louder and stops as the door slams open. A statuesque blonde with short hair in a black salon gown standing over six feet tall. She looks at you with contempt and points a long nailed finger at you. "STOP WHERE YOU ARE!!""
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Post by crayle on Mar 12, 2009 5:32:42 GMT -4
My emotions run riot: sudden fear of this imperious stranger; embarassment at my nudity; worry over my clothes; disorientated by my color-change, yet oddly turned on by my own luscious breasts, shapely legs and round bouncy bottom, I stand there--no, I half-crouch there, covering myself with my hands...
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 12, 2009 17:48:27 GMT -4
"Kneel on the floor, right now!" She commands and steps into the room, slamming the door behind her. You do as she commands and she stomps over to you. "Now, you really have a problem, don't you?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 12, 2009 18:54:40 GMT -4
My old, commanding nature kicks into overdrive. "I'll say," I try to sound authoritative, no easy trick for a feminized man kneeling naked in front of a fully-dressd woman, "This place is staffed by incompetents! I came here with orders to make me look totally feminine and that dumb bimbo changed my skin color! And she-she didn't even finish..." I start to gesture down at my male parts, now shrunken with trepidation, and suddenly feel a fresh wave of shyness, clutching my hands over me again for modesty.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 12, 2009 20:14:15 GMT -4
"Shut up," she sneers and examines you from top to bottom. "I'd be ashamed of pathetic balls like those, too."
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Post by crayle on Mar 13, 2009 4:50:36 GMT -4
I feel myself blush under the dark skin color as this strange, powerful-looking woman sneers down at my teeny-peenie. I'm a wealthy, powerful male, and I shouldn't let this over-haughty hair-curler order me around!
"You can't order me around!" I squeak, "I won't shut up--I WON'T!"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 13, 2009 5:13:41 GMT -4
"Shut up," she snaps, and you do. "Get in that chair right over there and keep your mouth shut."
While you walk she stomps along behind you. "You wanted to be male and look like a girl. You're a little sissy, and we're going to take care of that right now."
At the chair, she stops you from sitting down. "Stand there with your legs spread."
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Post by crayle on Mar 13, 2009 5:53:55 GMT -4
Totally cowed for the moment, I obey.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 13, 2009 19:07:50 GMT -4
With little comment, except for a snicker at your manhood, she attaches what looks like a very realistic vagina in place over your crotch. "Now we can finish the job right, sissygirl."
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Post by crayle on Mar 13, 2009 19:30:48 GMT -4
I turn and look at myself in one of the mirrored walls....
I'm STUNNING!
Curly, raven-black hair framing a lovely dark face and falling over bare brown shoulders. Full, firm, shapely breasts jiggle saucily, jutting my stiff dark nipples forward. A round boucy bottom perched over long, shapely brown legs, and between those legs, a coy, feminine-looking little puss!
Seeing such an erotic reflection I become immediately aroused (even if it was Me I was looking at!) and just as quickly discover an unexpeced side-effect of my transformation:
As my member swells in arousal, it squeezes on the whole package trapped under that false puss. And squeezes harder the more excited I get-- painfully hard! I moan and bend forward to relieve the pressure, and watch helplessly as my reflection in the mirror sticks out her sexy bottom and thrusts her boobs forward--which excites me even more!
I squeak in fresh agony and raise one leg to try to ease the pressure. It seems to help a little, but only temporarily as my trapped manhood strains for release. I shift and raise the other leg. Bend forward. Squat. Stand, Swivel my hips. The naked woman in the mirrors seems to be doing some kind of spastic dance, wiggling her butt, prancing about on tip-toe, swishing her hips, raising her knees... but it' ME!
The girls in the room burst into outright laughrer at my antics, and even the imperious blonde permits herself a small smile till I at last calm myself down.
But I had noticed something else: All my skin is hypersensitive now, but my feet seem especially so! I move to sit down on the nearby chair....
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