It started with the glossy lubricant that was applied over Ben’s bare, naked body. Kat had forced him to shave off all his body hair, eyebrows included. She hadn’t told him why but Ben was so afraid he did it anyway. Having spent 6 hours in the boot of a car, he didn’t feel like resisting.
Next came the black latex catsuit that was pulled over his body. It came up to his neck and covered his hands and feet. The chest are of the suit had two big boobs built into them. The weight of them made Ben feel uncomfortable and he wanted to slouch, not yet adjusting to his new additions.
“A-a-ah!”, Kat tutted. “You need help with your posture, slave”. With that, Kat pulled a latex corset around Ben’s wait. Holding on to the wall for support, Ben felt his insides crushed as Kat pulled the laces tighter and tighter. Once she was done, she tied off the laces and Ben’s waist had been drawn in significantly. Kat also laced up a posture collar around Ben’s neck, which served to keep his head up and stop him accessing the zip of the catsuit.
“Okay sweetie, take a seat over here”, Kat motioned for Ben to sit down. She slid on two pointed boots which looked similar to ballet shoes, except they were rigid and forced his feet to straight down as though they were extensions of his legs. She explained he’d get used to walking in them eventually, but Ben wasn’t so sure.
The worst part of the transformation was that Ben was powerless to stop any of it. Regardless of if he could or not, it had gone too far now for him to go back. The final stage involved Kat applying countless layer of makeup to Ben’s face. She drew on to arched eyebrows to replace the ones he was forced to shave off earlier. Black eyeshadow was applied along with thick black lashes. As Ben felt the mascara brush tug at his lashes, he knew this routine would be a regular thing for him now. There was no going back.
Kat finished her doll off with a long back wig. She explained to Ben this would suffice until his own hair grew out. Once it was long enough, she’d get rid of the wig and die his hair black to match his outfit. She clipped a nose ring and a few earrings on to his face and stood back. “I have to admit, you look beautiful. Now let’s start your training, Emily…”
She clipped a long length of chain to the nose ring and led Ben, now Emily, out of the room. As Ben hobbled along in his ballet boots, his mind raced with what could possibly be worse than this. Little did he know what Kat had planned for him now…