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Marcy’s Makeover (Pvt for Michelle Bubbles)

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    Wyoh Knott
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    Mark Williamson had wandered into M&R to inquire about job opportunities after he lost his job at a big investment firm.  He was immediately accepted as an intern for M&R.  He was assigned a Mentor, Kate, to start his initiation into the M&R culture.

    Kate, being the manager of the Gym/Spa took Mark to her department for his initial transformation.  He was instructed to shower with the special M&R Body Wash and Shampoo. His shower resulted in his body hair being permanently removed and his hair to immediately start to grow to a more feminine length.  At this point he started to rebel.  He was overpowered by Kate’s minions that worked for her as trainers in the gym.

    The first thing was to install the M&R Sissylink Chastity belt on Mark.  The belt’s functions quickly established that Kate was in control and Mark would be following every one of her instructions.

    Kate then had her minions begin Mark’s transformation by dressing him in an outrageously feminine outfit.  The lingerie is all black and lacy. It includes panties, a bra (with ‘DD’ breast inserts), a garter belt, and silky charcoal stockings.

    He was then forced to don a sheer black top which did nothing but emphasize his outrageously large faux breasts. A sheer micro skirt was pulled up to his waist. A corset is wrapped around his middle and tightened until he can hardly breathe. And finally his feet were forced into red 6” platform pumps.

    The girls then painted his lips with a special M&R Lipstick that caused his lips to plump out like the Sissy Bimbo that he will become. Mascara and eyeliner were then added and Jack is now Marcy.

    Kate calls a guard to escort Marcy to her first appointment in the Makeover Department. Her transformation will be continued there so that she can become the Bimbo Sissy/Trophy Wife that she always wanted.

    The guard grabs Marcy’s arm and leads her stumbling on the outrageous 6″ stiletto heels through a myriad of corridors until finally reaching set of double doors with frosted glass. The guard pushes Marcy through the doors and standing there is the most gorgeous woman that Marcy (Mark) has ever seen.

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    #134076
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    The smiling blonde nurse, holding a simple clipboard, is standing with perfect posture in a strange medical room, with all kinds of drugs, tools, and weird devices on display. They are so strange and unusual, Marcy could swear some of them look more like sex toys than medical equipment… in the center, what looks like a pink OB/GYN examination chair occupies the space.

     

     

    The girl, looking more like a porn parody of her apparent profession, performs a perfect curtsey with her eyes to the ground, before coming back up with the same enchanting smile.

    “Good afternoon, Mister Smith! It’s such a delight to see you! How are you today?”

     

    She purrs, and Marcy realizes she is smiling and talking to the guard ‘accompanying’ her. Said muscular brute shoves her forward, the unexpected shove making Marcy fall to the floor, before the guard approaches the blonde. He offers her a small remote, which she takes with the same pleasant smile, and then with a loud *SMACK* he slaps her sahpely butt. The blonde gasps and moans, her smile shifting into one of pure lust and naughty playfulness, pushing her ass against his hand even as he keeps groping her right in front of Marcy.

     

    “Eh, same old, Bubbles. Unfortunately I can’t play with you today… we both have work to do, but I was told you will be paying us a visit in block C tomorrow night? God damn I love when cuties like you are on stress relief duty…”

     

    He chuckled, slipping his meaty hand between the legs of the blonde bimbo, that only sighed in pleasure and allowed him better access. To Marcy’s eyes, she probably looked like a wanton, shameless slut.

     

    “Oooh, I can’t wait myself, Sir… block C is one of the… biggest…”

     

    She liked her lips and winked at the man, before he gave her another hard slap (to which she responded with a pleased gasp) and walked away, out of the room and closing the door behind him as he left. The blonde’s attitude immediately dropped, her smile fading to leave behind a much colder, neutral, and somewhat passive expression. She held the remote in one hand while reading from her clipboard.

     

    “Alright, let’s see here… Marcy: Please disrobe of all your clothes, and fold them in an orderly pile at the side of the chair, and take position on the examination chair. No resistance or complaining will be tolerated. Follow the instructions of your assigned sissy nurse and you will not be punished – to ensure your compliance, you will now receive a level 1 pain shock through your sissylink, obey any and all instructions to avoid further punishment.”

     

    She recited in a monotone, as if it was a formula that she was well practiced in repeating, it all sounded pretty cold and ‘by the numbers’, almost as if she was just part of the machinery of a factory… which wasn’t far from the truth. As part of the practiced speech, she pressed a button on the remote as soon as she was finished, and the sissylink that Marcy was wearing fired up, sending a painful electric shock specifically designed to stimulate her pain receptors all over her groin area. It lasted a fraction of a second, but it was enough to let Marcy understand how incredibly painful and undesirable it was. The nurse glanced up from the clipboard, looking directly at the new sissy for the first time.

     

    “Come on sweetie, we don’t have all day. The sooner we get this over with the better it will be for you, trust me…”

     

    While still not smiling, this time her words were a bit warmer, as if she was giving the newly minted gurl some advice, instead of a threat.

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told.

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    #134185
    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    My initial shock at seeing such a sexy woman in some sort of sexy Nurse uniform that could be the subject of every future wet dream I ever have.  She is the perfect sex bomb babe any guy could ever hope to meet.  Luscious tits trying to explode out the top of the uniform, long sexy legs extending from the short skirt down to her platform stiletto heels, beautiful long blond hair, luscious plump cocksucker lips, and finally a gorgeous face that is perfectly made up.  This woman is exactly what I want for my future Trophy Wife.  That is if I can ever get out of this nightmare.

    When I can finally pull my eyes off the gorgeous Nurse, I look around the room.  It almost looks like a medical examination room.  But the ‘tools’ do not look like anything I ever saw in any doctor’s office.  I really don’t like the look of them.  I think I’ve actually seen a few of those things in porno movies, and their use did not look pleasant to me.  In the middle of the room is some strange looking chair.  Again, I have never seen the like of this chair in any kind of medical setting.  There are extra attachments at the arms and what appears to be where legs would normally go.

    The Nurse does what looks like a curtsey out of an old movie and sexily says she is glad to see the gorilla holding my arm in his massive paw.  How could any woman be attracted to a brute like this monster.  He suddenly shoves me into the room, where these damn heels do their worst and I perform a perfect faceplant.  If it was being judged I’d probably get a 9.5 for style and creativity.  I hear a loud ‘SMACK’ like someone just slapped the water while in a pool.  I look up and the gorilla is groping the Nurse.  OH MY GOD, she seems to be enjoying being pawed by this goon.

    It seems that the Nurse and Goon are acquainted and have had previous intimate encounters.  Now I hear that she will be visiting him and others like him for God knows what.  How can I get this woman to want me like she seems to want to service the guard and his cohorts?  The guard then gives her ample derriere a slap and leaves the room.

    The Nurse turns to me and she seems like a completely different person.  Her look is cold and aloof.  She is now holding an electronic device in her hand.  God I hope that isn’t the control for this thing that Kate had put on me.  She then addresses me, as ‘Marcy’ for god’s sake.

    “Alright, let’s see here… Marcy: Please disrobe of all your clothes, and fold them in an orderly pile at the side of the chair, and take position on the examination chair. No resistance or complaining will be tolerated. Follow the instructions of your assigned sissy nurse and you will not be punished – to ensure your compliance, you will now receive a level 1 pain shock through your sissylink, obey any and all instructions to avoid further punishment.”

    She then presses the device in her hand. Immediately I feel the most god awful pain in my groin.  I almost collapse to the floor again before the pain subsides.  I look at her with all the venom I can muster.  Maybe if I can get close to her, I can get that damn remote away from her.

    She continues… “Come on sweetie, we don’t have all day. The sooner we get this over with the better it will be for you, trust me…”

    I walk towards the chair and an idea starts to form in my somewhat addled brain.  Maybe I can get her to come close to me.  I start to remove these awful women’s clothes that I was forced to wear.  The first thing is to get rid of these damn shoes.  I get them off my feet and place them on the floor.

    Now I can move normally and not have to worry about being tripped up by those torture devices.  How can women actually enjoy wearing those damn things.  Next I start to take off my top.  It is a real struggle to get the thing pulled up and past these massive fake tits that were shoved into the bra.  They almost look like real tits.  I sure will be glad to get these things off and out of my way.

    I try to reach behind my back to unhook the damn bra, but my arms just don’t bend that far.  Now to put my plan into motion.  I look over at the Nurse, I put a pleading puppy dog look on my face.  I’ve used that face many times get my way with women in the past, I’m sure it will work on this airhead.

    “Ma’am, can you help me here please?  I can’t reach the hooks on this lovely bra.  Could you please give me a hand and unhook me?  Please??”

    I try to give her a grin like young Simba gives his mother in the Lion King.  It seems to have worked.  She sets her clipboard down and starts towards me.  I slowly start to turn around, but not all the way as she gets close, I make my move…

    I lunge towards her reaching out to grab the remote but…

     

     

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    #134368
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    I give a surprised “Eep!” as she easily pushes me away, her muscles still healthy and not subjected to M&R’s terrible cocktails of muscle weakeners, and grabs the remote right from my hand. I stagger backwards, waving my arms to steady myself in the skyscraper heels, even with my by now more than a year of constant practice it’s still hard to balance after being pushed like that. A soft thump is all the sound that comes from Marcy as she crumples to the floor, the belt automatically activating a long level 9 pain shock that radiates through her whole body as punishment, having detected the remote too close to itself.

     

    I sigh and walk forward again, bending down at the waist to recover it and saving the poor girl from her self-inflicted torture. Once the remote is in my possession again I lay it down on a nearby counter, far enough away that the belt stops punishing the girl on the floor and then bend down again, gently slapping her cheek in case she passed out.

     

    “Well, I did that too my first time you know? I am sure it will be your last, just as it was for me. That remote couldn’t have unlocked you anyway, that’s the temporary control they give us for limited reward or punishment, the real ones are never in the hands of us sissies. Come on, stand up quickly, and remember to stay on your tip-toes, the belt’s high heels mode is turned on by default and I couldn’t turn it off if I was allowed to.”

     

    I simply say, turning back and resuming to prepare the tools for her first examination and make over. Indeed, Marcy would find that if she does not stand on her tip-toes the belt will start pulsing short painful shocks again through her, until she does. It’s one of the ways they quickly condition us to prefer high heels right from the start… it only gets turned off for very few occasions… I stand by the chair, motioning for her to take a seat with that same neutral, practiced and almost bored way that tells her I did this multiple times. As soon as she is sitting, I strap her in tightly, locking her arms on the armrests and her legs on the stirrups.

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    #134392
    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    I easily grab the electronic device from the Nurse and push her out of my way.  Immediately it feels like a dozen knives are continually stabbing me in and around my privates.  It also feels like someone is continually kicking me in the balls.  Then everything goes black.

    I feel a light tapping on my cheek and slowly open my eyes.  The Nurse is bent over me lightly slapping my cheek. She says to me…

    “Well, I did that too my first time you know? I am sure it will be your last, just as it was for me. That remote couldn’t have unlocked you anyway, that’s the temporary control they give us for limited reward or punishment, the real ones are never in the hands of us sissies. Come on, stand up quickly, and remember to stay on your tip-toes, the belt’s high heels mode is turned on by default and I couldn’t turn it off if I was allowed to.”

    Oh god, these devils.  From what Nurse is telling me, I am going to be stuck in this damn belt until some unknown entity decides to let me out.  And I would rather die than feel that pain again.  Note to self: no more taking the remote, EVER!

    I slowly stand up as she asks and just stand there trying to get my bearings and balance after I passed out I guess.  Suddenly I get a jab in the groin like someone poked me real hard down there with a bony finger.  I then remember what she said about standing on my tiptoes.  When this damn thing was first put on me no one ever said anything about standing on my tiptoes.  But those minions of Kate were so efficient in forcing me into this ridiculous ensemble that I was in those super high heels within a few minutes of the belt being put in place.  I quickly get up on my toes to prevent any further discomfort for right now.

    I tiptoe over to that diabolical looking chair and then finish removing my clothes.  I remember how my mom used to remove her bra by spinning it around so that the clasps were in front of her. I use that technique to get out of the damned thing.

    I then struggle to loosen the laces on the corset and finally get out of that medieval torture device.  The garter belt, stockings, and panties are easy after that.  I sort of fold everything and leave it on the floor next to the shoes.  All the while that I was disrobing I kept forgetting about staying on my toes.  The belt reminded me frequently.  Shit, I may have to put those damn heels back on just to keep from getting jabbed in the groin.

    The Nurse motions for me to get into the chair.  I climb onto it.  She quickly straps my arms to the large arm rests.  Then she lifts my right leg up onto the contraption at the bottom of the seat.  She uses Velcro straps to hold my leg in place.  Then she performs the same maneuver with my left leg.  I am now totally helpless and vulnerable.

    “Please Miss, what are you going to be doing to me?”

    I then try pleading for her to help me escape this madhouse.

    “I really don’t want to be like a girl.  I will do anything for you if you can just help me get out of this place like I came in.”

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    #134671
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    I sigh as the girl asks what I am going to do to her, in that same panicky voice that all the newbies use, just before begging with me to help her get out. Anger, then bargaining, every time.

     

    “This is just your new weekly routine sweetie, and no I can’t help you get out. There’s no getting out anymore, the sooner you understand that the better for you trust me. Now hold your head still for a second…”

     

    Well, I may have a slowly building escape plan, but I sure as hell are not going to share it under the cameras with a new sissy just because she begs, like they all do. I see around a couple of them each week, and even as I started trying to comfort and help them adjust, I found out it is really just better to barrel ahead, without wasting time trying to get them to coopoerate or understand. This way I get punished less for being late. So I just wrap the neck strap tighly to keep her head still, put the VR headset around her head and secure the noise-cancelling heaphones on her. I quickly slip a ball gag in her mouth and secure that too, before activating the headset and leaving her to her first session of conditioning, loud music blasting in her ears alongside subliminal messages and flashing images in her eyes, the belt syncing up with the equipment and starting to arouse her powefully as she receives the conditioning. Of course it won’t turn her into a braindead bimbo right away, but I have noticed myself… after moths, the effects start to show in how we hold ourselves, how we move, how we speak… and even my old scientific knowledge, after a full year of weekly conditioning, is getting very difficult to recall.

     

    With that done and the girl finally pacified (Well, still struggling but now bound, blinded, deafened and muted) I set to work on the other routine tasks. I take her temperature, blood pressure, various vital readings and dutifully note each and every one of them in the system, after all M&R wants healthy sissies to sell and use. With all of that done, I poke her arm with a needle and gather some blood in a vial for her blood tests, which will allow them to tailor her hormone levels to the exact specifications they want to give her the perfect body. Well, of course the perfect body her sponsor, owner or the corporation, whoever holds more weight, decides. I unconsciously glance down at my own cleavage…

     

    Instead of taking out the needle I simply change the blood extracting vial to a fluid bag that starts to drip in her vein, giving her first treatment of boosters, vitamins, nutrients, and of course, male hormone blockers and feminine hormones. Even without knowing her exact needs a first treatment can be made, and so they make sure it is made. With that in place, and the girl finally looking more quiet and calm, I take out another needle full of sensitizing, plumping agent. The plumping lip-gloss of the corporation is great, but temporary: a few pokes later, The girl’s new, plump lips are permanent and MUCH more sensitive, now having them rubbed (Against the hard rod of a man, say) will give her sexual pleasure as if someone was rubbing her clitty or massaging her now growing breasts. A maller dose also goes to her nipples, making them much more prominent and sensitive too.

     

    I wait a few more minutes for the first half hour session to finish, and as soon as the headset turns black for her, I slip it off her eyes, seeing her blink at the sudden light.

     

    “And welcome back honey! How do you feel?”

     

    I ask, more to keep her distracted and prevent her from acting out again rather than everything else, taking off her headphones and ballgag, barely listening to her answer as I prepare her make-up next, taking a seat next to her face.

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    #134729
    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    Nurse just sighs when I ask her to help me escape.  She then looks at me, maybe with a little pity and says…

    “This is just your new weekly routine sweetie, and no I can’t help you get out. There’s no getting out anymore, the sooner you understand that the better for you trust me. Now hold your head still for a second…”

    She efficiently tightens a strap around my neck and the headrest completely immobilizing me in this chair now.  Suddenly it dawns on me that when I came to after the remote incident she had said she tried the same thing.  Surely this beauty was never a guy.  Before I can say anything, she puts some sort of goggles over my eyes and headphones over my ears.  Then something is shoved in my mouth.  Somehow it is fastened in a manner that prevents me from spitting it out.

    All of a sudden these weird images of sexy bimbos and words start flashing in front of me. Really loud music is blaring in my ears preventing me from hearing anything from the outside.  I start to feel real pleasure pulses from the belt.  They almost seem to be coming in time with the images.  God it feels so good.  I need to cum.

    Due to the distractions from the headphones and goggles it is hard to concentrate on anything.  I think I feel things that you would feel during a physical, though in this place nothing is ever what it seems.  I think I feel a needle prick inside my elbow but then again I am not totally sure.

    Then I think I feel several needle pricks in and around my lips.  What the HELL???  My lips start to tingle.  I’d lick them if I could but this damn ball won’t let me.  Then I jump as I feel a sharp jab in first my right nipple and then again in my left.  Now I am feeling something there in my nipples where I seldom if ever feel anything.

    Finally the flickering pictures and the music stop.  The goggles are removed and I have trouble focusing at first.  After the headphones are removed I hear…

    “And welcome back honey! How do you feel?”

    Finally she removes what I figure out is a ball gag. I can speak again, but first I lick my lips. They feel larger and much more sensitive. How is that possible. Things feel different in my chest and my nipples especially. But I can’t look down to see what she did to me.

    “What did you do to my lips and nipples? They feel so strange.”

    Nurse rolls a tray over next to my head.  I can’t see anything that is on the tray.  I am damned sure I am not going to like whatever is on that tray.

    I suddenly remember my question from before.  I blurt out…

    “Miss, earlier you said something about trying to take the remote yourself. Are you telling me that you used to be a guy? No way a guy could look as gorgeous as you!”

    Nothing, no answer, no sound.  I then demand…

    “If you were a guy, HOW can you do this to another guy?”

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    #134762
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    After preparing the make-up, I type a few commands in a panel at the side of the chair, and two things happen. The chair leans down, the headrest retracts, leaving her head more free even as the neck strap keeps it in place, and a strange arm with what looks like an adherent salon hairdryer comes down on her head as she speaks. I sigh and roll my eyes at her question as the machine sucks her hair in and clamps down on her head, forcing it even more still. While answering, I put on pink rubber gloves and start lathering a thick cream on her face, making special attention to avoid her eyes and eyebrows while putting it on extra thick on her chin, mustache and sideburns, and Marcy can feel the strange machine working on her hair, pulling, twisting, massaging with God knows how many specialized arms and lotions and treatments.

     

    “Yes sweetie, I was a man. Oh wow, gasp, wowzers, how are you so pretty etc… come on, get it out of your system. Just a few months here and you’ll be just as pretty, seeing what your sponsor has ordered. We will be able to trade bras! And don’t get all uppity on me, miss… I have one of THOSE”

     

    And I point at her groin

     

    “On too, so I am just doing my job and avoiding to get what is left of my giblets fried. I’m sure you can relate now that you felt how bad it can be. And hold still! you won’t be able to get your head out of there, and if this stuff gets in your eyes you’ll need to spend a month in the hospital…”

     

    I tell her as she squirms as much as she can, which in her sitation just means making faces as her head na d neck are locked in a death grip by the machine working on her hair. Finally, I lean back for a moment, fanning my face gracefully with a glove-covered hand, waiting for the required 5 minutes for the goop to kill her hair follicles. She already went through the same treatment earlier, but this is always repeated on the face for good measure, otherwise the ones with a very thick beard can get a few stray hairs surviving.

     

    “I’m sure that’s not the end of your questions, so let me anticipate your next ones: Yes they can do this to you, no you won’t break free, and yes sweetie I’m sure your vengeance will be terrible…”

     

    I sound almost bored and condescending, but in my defense, anyone would be after almost a year of hearing the same questions and threats. So much so that while I talk I am taking off my gloves and pulling out a small conpact mirror, looking at my reflection like an appearance-obsessed bimbo and quickly pulling out a pink lipgloss, fixing it up with an expert hand. Of course, this is something that Marcy will learn to do as well soon if she does not want to be punished hard, but without context it probably only looks like I am too preoccupied by my own vanity to even really pay attention to her. Meanwhile the hair killing gunk is starting to sting and burn more and more on her skin…

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    #134787
    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    After my rant I get no response from Nurse.  She just continues to do things on the chair.  Suddenly the headrest is gone and what looks like a hair dryer out of an old time beauty shop lowers over my head.  It sucks on my short hair until if feels like every single strand is being pulled on individually.  Then the machine clamps around my head basically holding me as if in a vise.

    With my head being held immobile I can’t really see what the Nurse is doing now.  All of a sudden, a hand in a pink rubber glove is visible with some sort of gunk on it.  The glove sort o’ says, this shit is toxic.  Shit, she starts to spread it on my face.  She covers my cheeks, chin, upper lip, neck, etc.  It finally dawns on me that she has covered anywhere I had whiskers.  I have a REALLY bad feeling about this.

    While she had been smearing this crap on my face she had actually been talking.  It seems she was finally responding to my question about her being a guy…

    “Yes sweetie, I was a man. Oh wow, gasp, wowzers, how are you so pretty etc… come on, get it out of your system. Just a few months here and you’ll be just as pretty, seeing what your sponsor has ordered. We will be able to trade bras! And don’t get all uppity on me, miss… I have one of THOSE”

    TRADE BRAS??? NO WAY!!!

    “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, TRADE BRAS?? HOW??”

    Now I am reduced to tears and pleading…

    “Please..sob…I don’t want to have breasts…sob…please don’t make me have breasts…sob…I don’t want to be ‘pretty’…sob…I just want to go home, please…sob.”

    I start to struggle and try to pull my head free of the device that is still sucking on my hair.  As I struggle Nurse says…

    “On too, so I am just doing my job and avoiding to get what is left of my giblets fried. I’m sure you can relate now that you felt how bad it can be. And hold still! you won’t be able to get your head out of there, and if this stuff gets in your eyes you’ll need to spend a month in the hospital…”

    Her warning about spending time in a hospital hits home immediately.  If what she says is going to happen with just her ministrations, I sure don’t want to spend time in a hospital where they can do real damage, like take my manhood.  Wait, did she say she had a cock?  I am so confused.  Who are these people??  And how can they just grab a guy and make him look like some gorgeous babe, or a gorgeous bimbo like the Nurse.  Maybe if I try and become friendly I can get her to stop what is happening. She leans back fanning herself with her gloved hand.

    “Ma’am, I am sorry for pushing you earlier and for anything else that has been out of line.  I don’t even know your name.  Maybe if I get to know you better you can help me through these rough patches?  What do you say, can we be friends?”

    I start to feel a burning sensation everywhere she slopped that goop on me.  Oh god, what is that crap doing to me.  I suspect that it may be a long time before I can grow a beard again.  And as that is going on, I keep feeling this damn machine on my head pulling and twisting my hair.  I can feel liquids sloshing around inside as well.  God knows what it is doing to my hair.  I look at the Nurse and her long blonde hair and shudder.  Surely they wouldn’t, they couldn’t.  God I hope they aren’t going to make me look like a blonde bimbo too.

    I get no response to my overture of ‘friendship’.  Instead I get more of the same platitudes about how there is nothing I or anyone else can do to help me…

    “I’m sure that’s not the end of your questions, so let me anticipate your next ones: Yes they can do this to you, no you won’t break free, and yes sweetie I’m sure your vengeance will be terrible…”

    She sounds almost bored as she rattles off this last discourse.  It almost sounds as if this is a regular occurrence for her.  HOW MANY GUYS HAS SHE CONVERTED?

    She takes off her gloves and pulls out a tube of something from her uniform pocket.  It’s a tube of lipstick.  She calmly reapplies her lipstick, making them shiny and very pink again.  What the hell, is that all she cares about is how her lipstick looks?

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    Damn this crap on my face is really starting to burn…

    “MA’AM, miss, this shit on my face is really starting to burn. Can you get it off before it starts to peel my skin?”

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    #135433
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    The girl sure is whiny, well, most of them are. I usually can deal better with them, but today has been… not great. Apparently my body had gotten used to the hormones supplied by the implants in my chest, and as Mister Simon (bless his soul) allowed me to have them removed, finally, I was hit by yet anotehr hormone imbalance. Nothing serious, but I did notice it messing with my mood a little. And on days like today, where I had to run around half the complex and suck+fuck even more dim-witted guard gorillas than usual, and will have to do it again later… well, I don’t really want to deal with a whiny new inductee as well. I roll my eyes at her pleas and tears, way too used to them.

     

    “Ugh, calm down please… Yeah, you are scheduled to get as big as me up here, some girls get even bigger. And no we can’t control it or do anything about it, so don’t ask. This is your home now. And my name is Michelle. And oh I would love to be friends, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be too busy sucking cock and getting fucked in that cute little ass to hang out much…”

     

    That last part was a sarcastic comment, and more aimed at the general condition of all of us here, just expressed in an expert way that can’t be read by the ever watchign supervisors as me complaining about my situation and duties (for which I would be swiftly punished). But I don’t realize how much of an insult it must read for a newby like Marcy…

     

    I put the gloves back on as she starts saying how the cream is hurting her face, burning her skin lightly. I sigh once more.

     

    “Yes, it’s supposed to… I will take it off now, don’t worry, and stop being such a big baby…”

     

    I mutter, a small sink extending under her head after the press of a button and with an extensible nozzle, I wash her face off the stuff, revealing an even more permanently hairless and smooth face. I dry her face with a soft towel, before taking off the gloves and start rapidly trimming her eyebrows, with a swift and expert hand going quickly and efficiently. Of course, it hurts a lot as I pluck individual hairs out of her skin, especially the first time…

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    This crap on my face is starting to feel like it is peeling the skin.  And the thing holding my head in place continues to slosh and gurgle with god knows what concoctions all the while pulling and twisting on my hair.

    The Nurse just continues with her dry clinical summary of my predicament… Yeah, you are scheduled to get as big as me up here, some girls get even bigger. And no we can’t control it or do anything about it, so don’t ask. This is your home now. And my name is Michelle. And oh I would love to be friends, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be too busy sucking cock and getting fucked in that cute little ass to hang out much…”

    At the end of her recital of my fate, it sounds like having boobs is going to be the least of my worries…

    “What me suck a COCK?? You have got to be out of your fucking mind!! And getting FUCKED like I am a girl?? What is this madhouse??”

    She’s pretty much admitted that she has done this many times before.  I now have a name and if she is part of this damned plot to make me over into some cock sucking, ass fucked whore, I will make her pay if it is the last thing I ever do…

    “Michelle, you bitch, when I get out of this mess, and believe me I will, I am going to make you pay and pay and pay.”

    It’s like talking to a fucking robot. No reaction, no emotion, nothing.  Does she actually enjoy doing this to other men?

    Michelle then pulls on her gloves and moves a sink under my head. She starts rinsing this crap off my face.  God the cool water is soothing to my tortured skin.  I close my eyes in relief.

    Then, I feel this sharp prick of pain over my eye. Then they are coming fast and furious.

    “OUCH!! Dammit stop that hurts.  What are you doing to my eyebrows??  Just leave me the hell alone Michelle.  PLEASE Stop!”

     

     

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    #135885
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    At her last outburst, just as I finish her eyebrows I pull back with a roll of my eyes and reach for the remote.

     

    “Oh now we are back to ‘please’, are we? You know what, I’ve had a long day and I don’t need to hear anything from the new slut on the block. So why don’t you just shut up a bit and be more like the quiet contemplative types, instead of the angry shouty-shouty ones, otherwise -“

     

    And I pause to press a button on the remote, seeing her tense and her expression contort at the painful pulses shooting through her genitals.

     

    “- I think I will do that MUCH more often. Now keep your face still, otherwise you will look awful and we will both get punished even more… and of course, I WILL shock you in order to prevent THAT from happening!”

     

    I waggle the remote in her direction like a warning, before setting it aside again and getting to work on her face. Now it’s time for make-up properly, and even here… with more cooperative and less bitchy patients I usually take a little bit more time to try to explain to them what I am doing, how to replicate them, why it’s important, a lot of stuff to hopefully help them get punished a little less as they will be continuously shocked until they are make up masters on the level of supermodels, but with her? Bitch does not deserve it, and I am running out of time anyway. So I just silently slather her face in products, to the specifications required by her information (God knows I learned that lesson the hard way with my first make over of poor little Jenni) and end with a quick double ear piercing and application of dangling, blue earrings. At the same time, the robotic hairdresser finishes its routine, signaling the end of my allotted time (Cutting it close!) And releases her head, revealing a pretty blonde updo. I know the color has even seeped down into her pores, so it will be 2 weeks before she even starts showing signs of brown hair poking out again. But of course, her treatment will be redone every week, so she will likely never see her original hair color again, unless her sponsor changes idea and thinks her natural color is better. Unlikely.

     

    Without a word, I hold up a hand mirror to let her look at herself, somewhat sadistically enjoying her absolutely horrified expression.

     

    “Well, welcome to the corporation Marcy! I’m sure you will fit right in with all of us ‘bitches’.”

     

    I stealthily pick up the throat spray, and as soon as she starts to protest I shoot it down her mouth, tighening her vocal cords and making her sound nice and girly. Well, her voice, her speech patterns and expressions will take more time as the training takes hold, like it did for me.

     

    “Remember to request the vocal spray for all your next visits sweetheart, your sponsor has not yet decided on a permanent voice for you, so that will last only a week and a half. Of course if you are caught with a manly voice… well, I’m sure it’s a mistake you will only do once.”

     

    I calmly explain as I press another button, that does not seem to do anything to Marcy, before standing and turning towards the door.

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    I’ve asked, I’ve begged, I’ve threatened, and nothing has worked. Michelle just keeps doing whatever it is. When I yell and beg her stop messing with my eyebrows does she stop? Hell no.

    She leans back, tells me how she’s had a long day and calls me a slut. Then…

    So why don’t you just shut up a bit and be more like the quiet contemplative types, instead of the angry shouty-shouty ones, otherwise –“

    All of a sudden my balls and cock feel like they’re being fried.  Michelle then says she will keep doing that unless I keep still and let her finish.

    I hope somewhere, somehow, the cocksucker that designed this goddamn belt has had to endure the most god awful torture before they were flayed and boiled in oil.  And how could Michelle, use this on another guy.

    I then lay still for fear of her actually frying my junk off my body.  Michelle keeps putting gunk, and powders, and god knows what else on my face.  She keeps telling me to do different things, eyes open, eyes closed, lips apart, suck your cheeks in, and on and on.  It was like a close order drill for my facial muscles.

    I am sure I will look like a clown when she is finished.  I’m a man with a man’s facial features as well as short dark hair.  I’m gonna look like some faggy drag queen or worse.  Then I feel a couple of fast pricks on each ear, then something is pulling on each ear.

    Finally the machine that has been pulling on my hair and holding my head like it was in a vice releases and pulls away.

    Michelle holds up a mirror and shows me what I now look like…

    OH MY GOD!! What did she do to me?  I look like a woman! And not just a woman, but a sexy blonde bimbo.  If I saw me I’d want to fuck me.

    “Well, welcome to the corporation Marcy! I’m sure you will fit right in with all of us ‘bitches’.”

    Just as I open my mouth Michelle sprays something down my throat.  It causes me to cough a couple of times then when I can finally speak I really let her have it…

    “What have you done to me??” …wait, that isn’t my voice, it now sounds like a girly voice… “What did you do to my voice, my face, my hair?”

    I don’t want to be a sexy bimbo like Michelle.  If I have to look like a girl maybe she can at least make me look normal.

    “Please I don’t want to look like you. I don’t want to look like a bimbo sex object.  I’ll be good, if you have to make me look like a girl, can’t you make me look just like an everyday ordinary girl?”

    Again it is like she doesn’t even hear me.  In that cold emotionless voice she just tells me…

    “Remember to request the vocal spray for all your next visits sweetheart, your sponsor has not yet decided on a permanent voice for you, so that will last only a week and a half. Of course if you are caught with a manly voice… well, I’m sure it’s a mistake you will only do once.”

    Well that is one thing, at least my voice will change back.  But what is she implying by it being a mistake to sound like me again.  Well if that is only temporary, maybe the way I look might only be temporary as well.  And then when I am back to looking like me and sounding like me, I can finally figure out a way to get out of this god damned looney bin.  Maybe I can find someone to help me like Jack Nicholson in ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’.

    I say to Michelle in my girly voice…

    “Okay Nurse Cratchit, you better watch your back, cuz someday I will catch you without that goddamn remote.”

    No reaction, it is like she is some sort of automaton.  She does something to the remote and turns towards the door.

    I brace for the worst, but I feel nothing.  Maybe the damn thing faulted out.  Now if she will just let me out of this chair.

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    #136793
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    I giignore Marcy’s squaking and whining, instead focusing on making a perfect smiling presentation towards the door. And sure enough, it’s only a few more seconds before the secure door unlocks and slides open, letting in an office girl that looks as strict as she is sexy, Clearly a sissy like me with her voluptuous assets on display, but equally as clearly above me on the ladder as she marched in with a confident gait, carrying a high-tech looking tablet, and is followed by the same guard that escorted Marcy in. I curtsey perfectly and keep smiling, while the lady passes by me without a glance and heads for the chair where Marcy is still secured.

     

     

    “Let’s get this over with quickly, I have enough work to do as it is. Enjoy your reward while I talk with the new sissy.”

     

    She says flatly, subtly pressing a button on the tablet in her hand, but it is easily missable by someone not looking closely. As she does, I gasp and open my mouth in an ‘o’ of surprise, as I am hit by a low pulse of arousal coursing through my sissy body. As it does, Mister Smith approaches me with a grin and starts fondling, kissing and massaging my flesh, with my training kicking in immedately and I allow it to happen, looking like I am enjoying it immensely with depserate moans and mewls brought on by his rough hands and harsh treatment, using me like a doll to both inflame and sate his lust for dominance. Of course, the strict raven haired lady was talking to the guard, Mister Smith, a second ago. I am a sissy, I don’t get rewarded just for doing my job. *I* am the reward for *him*… but Marcy might not realize that and think I was somehow enjoying being rewarded… like this…

     

    As distracting as our display is, however, she quickly has other things to worry about as the lady takes a seat where I previously was and starts to inspect her face carefully, nodding as she sees the work I did and checking things on a tablet she is carrying.

     

    “Alright, it seems your first semi-permanent application went perfectly. Goddess knows Bubbles can be a bit of a ditzy fuckup, but at least it seems she did not have too much sperm in her brain while working on you. So, My name is Holly Tease, and I am here to answer any questions you might have about your new lot in life, so please, open up to me. Is there anything I can explain to you, and how are you feeling right now sweetie?”

     

    She says in a… passable imitation of a kind smile. What Marcy does not know is that of course that was all a lie, this lady has no intention of answering her questions and what she is actually doing is a first psych evaluation of her response after seeing herself as a sensual, sexy sissy for the first time. According to how violently or shocked or (in rare cases) accepting she acts, her future therapy and training sessions will be adjusted to lead them in the ‘right’ direction…

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told.

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    All of a sudden this really beautiful looking business woman walks in with the goon who drug me here to Frankenstein’s lab.  She could actually give Michelle a run for her money.  Her tits are almost falling out of her blouse.  I could really go for a gal like her.

    I tell myself, ‘wait a minute Mark, you thought that about Michelle at first, and then you found out she was just like you.’  Better be careful around here.  No telling who is what, and chances are based on what has been done to me, the sexier they are there’s a better than even chance that it could be a guy.

    She says to the air… “Let’s get this over with quickly, I have enough work to do as it is. Enjoy your reward while I talk with the new sissy.”

    The goon moves over to Michelle and starts up right where he left off, groping her, kissing her, basically just molesting her and Michelle is responding as if she can’t get enough. WHAT A SLUT!

    The new ‘woman’ sits where Michelle was sitting when she was putting all this goop on my face.  She tells me that Michelle, well she has another name Bubbles, how appropriate.  She is quite the Bimbo.  Well anyway Bubbles apparently accomplished what someone wanted when she changed me into this imitation of her, something that looks like an airhead blonde sexpot.  The woman continues… “So, My name is Holly Tease, and I am here to answer any questions you might have about your new lot in life, so please, open up to me. Is there anything I can explain to you, and how are you feeling right now sweetie?”

    “I’LL TELL YOU HOW I FEEL!!!” …damn with this high pitched girly voice I only have about half the volume I did with my manly baritone.

    “I am damn pissed is how I feel. Who are you people that you think you can just kidnap some guy and turn him into some pseudo blonde sexpot? When I get out of here, and I will find a way, I am going to own this company.”

    “That is, unless you can just undo all this and change me back to how I was when I first walked into the Frankensteinian madhouse. Now I demand that you change me back into Mark Williamson?

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    #137091
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    Miss Tease simply listens, the raising an eyebrow the only change in her expression as Marcy rants, screams and swears, her new high picthed, bimbo-like voice just making her sound histerical.

     

    “My, we got a lively one today, haven’t we? *sigh* You know what, I had a long day, Usually she would have an hour or so of time to learn the basics and to let her figure out what is expected of her and how to do it… instead of punishing her myself, I think I will just let her mess up.”

     

    She mumbles, still writing, and Marcy may soon realize she is not actually talking to her… she is more talking to herself, ABOUT Marcy.

     

    “NURSE! Stop sluttying it up for a second and sedate the subject please. Make sure she gets her wits back in about an hour, she should wake up just as she is escorted to her first lingerie fitting… I hope whoever is assigned to her tonight will enjoy having a clueless sissy that has not even been told what to do.”

     

    She smiles evilly as I jump at her order and squirm away from the meaty hands of the guards, breathing heavily still and blushing bright red from both embarrassment and desperate arousal, my chest heaving sligthly with my breathing. I quickly prepare a sedative and dose it carefully, using the data we just collected about Marcy’s phisique and biology. This should take her out of it for an hour, an hour and 5 minutes tops. I don’t envy her… she will probably wake up with a guard, a dom or a domme, demanding she put on her lingerie and she does it sexily, or be punished. She’s probably going to be punished a lot. I stick the needle in her vein and press the plunger, the clear fluid flowing in her bloodstream and I watch as her eyes flutter closed and consciousness leaves her…

     

    Behind me, as soon as I put away the needle, Smith is already pawing and groping, wrapping an arm around my small corset trained waist and resuming his assault on all my sensitive spots, to which I surrender with resignation, going right back to a moaning, dripping mess.

     

    “You can take her with you Smith, she is assigned to stress relief service for your unit anyway right? Say hi to Jack, Thomas and Richard for me, will you?”

     

    She smiles, picks up her clipboard and leaves, high heels clicking on the ground. We soon follow her out of the clinic, leaving the unconscious Marcy to be picked up by someone else and brought to her lingerie fitting room where she will wake up in an hour, with God knows who there to enjoy her show or punish her for failing… probably the latter, they always go harder on the newbies who don’t know what to do and still have a mannish body shape. In the meantime, as Smith squeezes my ass and envelops my soft lips in yet another hungry, dominating kiss, can only resign myself to an hour of hard, heavenly, incredibly pleasurable but extremely unsatisfying gang bang, before I go to my own lingerie fitting…

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told.

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

    #137244
    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    Holly Tease, who apparently has some sort of pull around here came in and told me to ask questions and tell her how I felt.  After letting her know how I felt, forcefully, well as forcefully as someone with a voice that sounds like an airheaded bimbo can be.  And that is what Bubbles made me look like.

    And then when I demand to be changed back into Mark, all I get is a raised eyebrow and a pronouncement that she is just too tired to deal with me… “My, we got a lively one today, haven’t we? *sigh* You know what, I had a long day, Usually she would have an hour or so of time to learn the basics and to let her figure out what is expected of her and how to do it… instead of punishing her myself, I think I will just let her mess up.”

    I respond to her disdain with… “What the hell do you mean let me mess up.  Mess up what? I told you I want to be changed back to Mark.  I have no intention of doing anything that is EXPECTED of me you witch.”

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    “Now get me the hell out of this chair and change me back.”

     

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    #137245
    Wyoh Knott
    Participant

    The Tease woman just continues to write on her electronic tablet.  Then she turns to Bubbles and says…

    “NURSE! Stop sluttying it up for a second and sedate the subject please. Make sure she gets her wits back in about an hour, she should wake up just as she is escorted to her first lingerie fitting… I hope whoever is assigned to her tonight will enjoy having a clueless sissy that has not even been told what to do.”

    Again with the reference that I must do something and no one is telling me anything.  Damn, Bubbles gets a syringe and fills it with something.  She comes over and starts to try and stick it in my arm.

    “Bubbles you bitch, don’t you stick me with that needle.  Remember what I said, I will get you back.  This will just add to my payback of you.”

    Of course Bubbles just ignores me and sticks the needle in my arm.  Then she goes back to the goon and they start pawing each other and necking.  Bubbles is moaning like a love sick cow.

    Tease then tells the guard he can take Bubbles with him.  Seems Miss Hotpants Bubbles is going to the plaything of about 4 gorillas tonight.  Serves her right.

    At that point everything goes black.

    I wake up as someone seems to be releasing me from that god awful rack.  I am real fuzzy but I seem to see a guard and it looks like one of those bitches that work for Kat that put me in this goddamn belt and started my nightmare.

    They each take an arm and sort of support me.  They start walking me out of the room.  I start to stumble because they put those awful 6” platform heels back on me. Well at least it keeps my heels off the floor.

    We seem to walk for miles and then we are in a corridor with a whole bunch of doors on both sides.  The woman opens one of the doors and the guard shoves me into the room.  She follows me into the room.

    Continued in: https://lockedinlace.com/forums/topic/marcys-lingerie-fitting/

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    #138278
    Michelle Bubbles
    Participant

    (OOC: Continued in https://lockedinlace.com/forums/topic/michelle-bubbles-lingerie-fitting/#post-138273 )

     

    My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told

    "How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"

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