The beauticians made Victor lie back again and started on his hair which had grown nice and long so that he no longer needed a wig. Other ladies started on his nails on either side again and another on his face. She had some kind of electrical implement – like a dentist’s drill, he thought. That should have worried him but he lay back smiling in the middle of all this female attention.
He could even have fallen asleep for a while, he wasn’t sure but he noticed that one of the beauticians was rubbing something on his ear lobes. They felt cold and numb – even more numb than the rest of him. Next thing she appeared to be holding a gun! He sniggered at the thought. There was a click and he felt something happen at his ear lobe but it was still totally numb. Then she went to the other side and repeated.
He didn’t much like the smell of chemicals they were putting in his hair. What on earth were they? He hoped they might be conditioners or something that would make his longer hair easier to handle, whatever they were. He thought of saying something but one of the ladies was using that electrical instrument on his lips so he just relaxed and let it all happen.
He realized he hadn’t had any orange juice in a while. The glass was empty and they hadn’t refilled it in quite a while. He tried to push himself up from the couch but the beauticians eased him back down “almost done”. So he relaxed again and let them finish. He was beginning to get concerned about what they were all doing though.
Eventually he was helped to his feet. He tottered around for a few seconds, yet again having to get used to his five-inch heels and large boobs. He winced at his tight waist in the corset. He felt odd in lots of places.
They opened the door. He scampered towards it in his little steps. He stopped as he saw how his boobs wobbled and tried to move more slowly but there was little he could do to stop them. They were held well up and out by the cups of his corset.
He came out into a room with a full length mirror. He stopped dead. He had a large swoop of blond hair! He reached up to feel it. The wavy hair was stiff as wire. Then he saw the large diamond studs in his ears. They had pierced his ears! When he went to feel his earlobes he realized that long scarlet nails had been glued to his finger nails making them as least twice as long!
He also had scarlet lipstick and impressive eyebrows. He tottered right up to the mirror to have a closer look. His boobs actually hit the mirror and stopped him getting closer. The ladies all tittered as he jerked back in surprise.
His lips were a perfect cupid’s bow – much better than anything he had managed before with standard lipstick. He ran his forefinger over his lower lip to try to feel what kind of coating they had used. Then he noticed that his actual eyebrows appeared to have been removed and perfectly arched brows drawn on.
“How long will this last?” he asked touching his lips again. There was no answer at first. He looked around at the ladies who appeared to be puzzled at his question. “Why it’s permanent of course”, one of the beauticians answered. Victor wasn’t sure that he had heard her right. “And the eyebrows are permanent too – tattoos”, she explained.
His mother stepped forward. Victor was speechless as he looked at himself in the mirror. “You aren’t ever going back to being a boy”, she informed him. Victor looked again at his scarlet lips, arched brows and pierced ears. If he wore boy’s clothes now he would just look ridiculous. The permanent lips and eyebrows ensured he could never look like anything other than a girl ever again!
Trying to ignore his shock, his mother suggested brightly “now, we need to do some shopping for dresses for your new figure!” His aunt handed him his handbag and helped him along. He was still in shock. He didn’t feel at all smiley and happy as he had done for the last few hours. What was in that orange juice?
As he scampered past the row of mirrors, growing a little more confident in his five-inch heels and heavy boobs, he couldn’t help but stare at his very slender waist and caught a glimpse of the long seams on his glossy nude stockings emerging from under his short flared dress running all the way down to the high heels of his shoes.
As the door to the street was opened for him he looked again at his stiff blond waves and realized how attention-grabbing he was going to be tottering down the street in his scarlet flared dress, matched by his five-inched heeled sandals, long nails and lips.
The mall was several blocks away, giving him plenty of practice in his new higher heels but it took ages as his mother and aunt patiently waited for him to totter long in tiny frustrating steps. He could see that passers-by were highly amused by this blond bimbo in ridiculously impractical heels. Men were grinning as his wobbly boobs.
He was soon kitted out with more dresses and short skirts and blouses to fit his tiny waist and big boobs. Three more pairs of shoes with five-inch heels were perfect to ensure that he could wear them at all times and for all occasions.
He needed to use the loo before heading home. His mother and aunt had a look in a gift shop while he went in search of the ladies. It was just beside a bar which opened onto the street on the other side.
As he left the toilets, a stag party emerged from the bar –well-oiled already considering it was only late afternoon. Needless to say when they saw the heavily made-up blond with the big boobs, tiny waist, short flared dress, long glossy legs and high heels, there followed a series of loud catcalls and whistles.
Victor decided the safest thing to do was to pass them back into the Mall. Of course in his five-inch heels he couldn’t get away from them fast enough and he was hugely aware that any one of them could easily catch him in a few strides. His wobbling boobs didn’t help and he could see the men leering at them.
As he desperately scampered past them he realized that from behind they would see his seams disappearing up under his short flared scarlet dress and they would have a pretty good idea that he was wearing stockings and suspenders. He desperately hoped that his dress wasn’t fluttering up too much as he tottered along but with his hands full of shopping bags there was nothing he could do to hold his dress down.
He’d never felt so vulnerable. Escape in those heels was impossible if one of the guys had it in mind to approach him and they all knew that, thanks to the stockings and suspenders all they would have to do was reach up under his dress and yank his panties down to gain access.
Fortunately for him they were unlikely to try anything in a busy shopping mall but he knew that this was going to be continuous problem for him now. He was relieved when his mother and aunt appeared out of the shop, oblivious to his close shave.
Before they left the Mall they paused at the doors to check that they had everything. Victor was opposite a large mirror. He had become used to checking his lipstick in mirrors when presented with one. Then he realized there was no need. His cupid’s bow would always be perfect and bright red.
He looked at his arched eyebrows, bulging boobs and slender waist all firmly packaged by his tight corset. His one remaining boy’s part was neatly and securely tucked away. He followed down along his long glossy legs to his scarlet five-inch heels. He was worried that his short flared dress was riding up too much and tried to tug the hem down. His long fingernails snagged on his dress and he wondered how anyone could do anything with these long extensions glued on!
But this was how it was going to be for him now. This was how he was going to look at work every day. He sighed heavily but then realized that his mother and aunt had moved off.
“Wait for me!” he called desperately as he scampered along in his heels already ten yards behind them looking around the street nervously hoping that stag party had moved on.