Alex followed the girl, already guessing where they were headed—the bathroom. A treatment awaited him, and it was far more thorough than he wanted. She washed him with several sweet-smelling soaps that left his skin fragrant and unnaturally soft. Any new hairs that had managed to grow were swiftly shaved off. After the shower, she slathered him in body lotion, ensuring every inch of him smelled like a walking candy store.
The girl worked in silence, her face impassive, though her efficiency was undeniable. When the shower was over, she applied a face mask, followed by eye and lip masks. Even his hands weren't spared—she stripped his nail polish and covered his fingers in a nourishing hand mask. Finally, she finished by applying a soft layer of pink lip balm.
Just when Alex thought it couldn't get worse, she handed him underwear—delicate, lacy, and pink, of course. A T-string and a matching bra. Reluctantly, he put them on, his face flushed with humiliation. Next came a body shaper, which she carefully filled with hip pads, further accentuating a feminine figure that wasn't his own. The bra didn't escape her attention either; she stuffed it generously, at least a size larger than what he'd worn before.
"Done," she said flatly, stepping back as if presenting her artwork.
Dressed in this absurd underwear, Alex was sent to see the Lady.
The Lady was busy—on the phone and scribbling notes in her ever-present notebook. Alex caught snippets of her conversation. It sounded like she was finalizing preparations for tonight's sissy game.
When the call ended, her sharp eyes locked in on him. She approached quickly, her face inches from his, and sniffed theatrically. Sniff-sniff.
"Oh yes, Alexis, this is much better," she said, running her hands over his shoulders, arms, and face. Alex tensed under her touch, feeling very discomfortable.
"And very soft too," she added smugly.
"Uh... thank you?" Alex muttered, feeling more awkward than ever.
The Lady ignored his hesitation. "Well, Alexis, I hope you enjoyed your little pampering session because from now on, it's all hard work. From this moment forward, you are a girl, and you will tell anyone who asks. You cannot deny it, and you will accept anything I—or the girls—demand of you." Her tone turned stern, brooking no argument.
"But—"
"Not like this, of course," she cut him off, waving toward the doorway. "Stacey!"
Stacey entered carrying three long black garment bags. She gave a small, theatrical bow. "As requested, my Lady."
"Open the first one, please," the Lady commanded.
Stacey unzipped the bag, and Alex's stomach dropped. Inside was an elegant, strapless pink dress. The material glimmered softly in the light, and it looked like something out of a princess movie. Alex flinched visibly, dreading the thought of wearing it.
"No," he muttered under his breath, barely audible. Leather jeans and a tube top suddenly didn't seem so bad.
The Lady beamed, oblivious to his horror. "Beautiful, isn't it? Try it on."
With Stacey's help, Alex slipped into the dress. He stared at the floor as Stacey adjusted the zipper and smoothed the fabric.
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