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The Makeover Massage
Inspired by Mike Allegretto
K.Moore
"Oh man, that feels so good!" he said as the pretty but strong-fingered
masseuse dug into his tired muscles. Between his grunts of satisfaction
and bliss, he reflected back on just how hard it had been to drag him here.
His girlfriend, Amy, had been imploring him for weeks to go to the new
"Everything" salon that had opened to rave reviews just a couple of months
ago. She herself had been quite a few times, and she babbled endlessly
about its incredible amenities...In addition to its famous massages, it
featured a sauna, facials, manicures, a weight room, "scent" wraps, and
even a meditation room! He had to admit that it sounded luxurious, and,
from the way she told it, very affordable. The only problem was that all
its ads, all its commercials, everything about the "Everything" salon was
geared to women. Amy insisted that even though most of the clientele were
girls, she had seen many men there every time she went.
Looking back, he still found it a little weird just how much she wanted him
to go with her one day. She practically begged him! It was only during a
bout of particularly sensual and erotic foreplay that he had finally agreed
to it. He had always hated how easily he gave in to her, but he
rationalized it with the knowledge that a guy will say just about anything
to get into a girl's pants, and once you had been in Amy's pants, you
looked very forward to your next visit! She was a wild woman when she was
turned on! Normally one of the most macho of guys, he willingly let
himself become putty in her hands during sex. She did everything but tie
him up and spank him when they made love, and her animal moans and violent
movements almost frightened him at times. Still, when he looked up at her
from his "bottom" position as she rode him with furiously bucking hips, her
eyes rolling back in erotic bliss, he knew that whatever price his manly
pride had to pay to achieve this much satisfaction was well worth it.
So here he was, appeasing his incredibly convincing girlfriend, and, much
to his surprise, loving every minute of it! It had only been twenty
minutes ago that he and Amy had walked into the very feminine spa, its
"Everything" logo painted in a neon pink. While Amy was talking to the
receptionist, a good looking woman she obviously knew well, he was looking
around for proof that men came here too. He found it extremely
uncomfortable that not only were there no men in sight, but it also seemed
that just about every female patron in the place was staring at him with a
strange knowing smile! He was also very suspicious about the wink that was
exchanged between Amy and the receptionist, but the moment that Amy slinked
over to him with a delicious wiggle in her shapely hips, he put it all down
to male paranoia. She had given him a peck on the lips after she guided
him over to the waiting receptionist. Amy explained that she was going to
get herself "done" too and promised to see him after they were both
finished. "Enjoy yourself," she had said as she disappeared into a door
marked "Makeovers."
He remembered the pleasant arousal he had felt toward the pretty desk clerk
as she smiled at him and beckoned with a beautiful painted nail. "Right
this way, sir! You're in for a treat...We always treat our first-time
customers extra specially, and Amy wants us to give you the full works! I
think you'll really have a good time!"
And so far, he had! The woman masseuse who had introduced herself as Jan,
certainly had talent, and, like just about every other woman he had seen in
"Everything," she was as beautiful as a centerfold! He was a little
concerned about the possible physical implications of his reaction to her
when she instructed him to strip and don nothing but a little terrycloth
robe. But if she suspected anything, she didn't show it, despite the rather
obvious tent that was evident just below the drawstring of the robe! And
now, as her strong hands once more dug into his tense shoulder muscles, he
felt so relaxed that he probably couldn't have managed any show of
appreciation more strenuous than a smile.
He was lying on a table much like a hospital gurney in a pleasantly lit
room adorned with classical impressionist paintings, and as wonderfully
soothing New Age music surrounded him from hidden speakers, he began to
feel himself almost drifting off. It was only the tiny jolt of movement
that halfway snapped him back from his reverie. He started to sit up as he
felt the gurney being rolled, but Jan's firm hand on his chest gently
pushed him back down. "Shhh," she said in her soft voice. "We're just
going to the Eucalyptus Room for your scent treatment and facial...No need
to do anything but relax." Still feeling the afterglow of the massage and
with the calming music still in his ears, he saw no reason to disobey her,
and lay back on the gurney, oblivious to his destination.
He heard, rather than saw a door open and was momentarily puzzled as a
green light swept over him. Just as his eyes were registering the strange
lighting in the room, his nostrils were suddenly acutely aware of a weird,
but soothing odor. He turned his head only to see Jan exiting through the
door she had just wheeled him through. He looked around briefly from his
prone position and was a little befuddled at finding himself alone. With
the pungent eucalyptus odor becoming stronger, he was just about to climb
off the gurney and find somebody when another woman entered the room. She
was not dressed as the comely Jan had been, in a tight spandex unitard, but
looked rather like a doctor! She wore a medical scrub suit and even had on
a surgical mask! He sat up as she came near him, but with a deft little
movement, she pushed him back down as Jan had done only moments before. He
was getting a little tired of being pushed around by strange women and was
just about to voice his disapproval when the new woman began to speak.
"Please relax, sir. We at 'Everything' pride ourselves on taking the
utmost care of our patrons, and we want them to be in the greatest state of
relaxation possible before we begin our magic." She said this with a
flirty twinkle in her eye, and even though he was still not comfortable
about all this stuff, he allowed himself to lie back down, hoping the
skeptical look in his eye was enough to let her know he didn't like being
bossed around. "Now, sir, you are in a very special room. As far as we
know, it's the only one of its kind in the country. The scent you are
experiencing comes from a rare species of eucalyptus found only on a remote
island off the coast of New Zealand. I think you'll find its properties
quite stimulating as soon as we turn it on full blast. It'll make you
quite drowsy, and you may even go to sleep for a while. Now since I'm
going to be working on your face, I don't want to doze off myself, so
that's why I'm wearing a mask! Don't worry...I promise you that I'm not
some spooky creature underneath it! Now, just relax and breathe deeply,
and we'll see what we can do to make both you and Amy happy!"
He was briefly confused as to why Amy's name was being brought up during
what was supposed to be HIS treatment, but at just that moment, he heard a
hiss, and the aromatic odor he had been experiencing suddenly grew
incredibly intense! For a moment, he felt like his nostrils had been
assaulted with thousands of bottles of Vicks Vapo-Rub, and he found himself
gasping for breath, but then, just as suddenly, he felt the painful
sensation go away. It was instantly replaced by a sense of absolute
calmness and freedom. He blinked his eyes as his consciousness slowly
began to slip away. Through unfocused eyes, he saw the woman bend over him
and begin to apply some sort of cream to his face. It was cold, but even
that felt wonderful in his addled state. He felt himself smile, and he
imagined himself floating amongst the clouds as the gas took full effect.
Just before he gave himself over to this marvelous feeling of euphoria, he
had a momentary concern as the woman's fingers worked over his face. For
just an instant, he felt like the skin of his face had become way too
malleable. It seemed to him that rather than smoothing the cream into his
face, the woman was somehow shaping his skin much like a potter shapes his
clay. But he realized that he was pretty much out of it now, and he
flicked the idea out of his mind with barely an effort. The clouds were
waiting for him, and he gladly slipped into a blissful state of dreamy
sleep.....
He awoke slowly and almost immediately felt wonderful! Without moving, he
let his consciousness flow back into him, still basking in the mesmerizing
effect of the Eucalyptus Room. As he became more aware, he could feel that
the skin all over his body was tingling deliciously underneath his robe.
He still lay on the gurney, but he dimly noticed that he had been moved to
another room. The decor was much the same as the massage room, but this
one had a bed in it and a couple of closets. It looked more like a really
expensive hotel room than a room in a salon. He didn't really want to get
up, and besides, as soon as he moved, some woman would probably come and
push him down again, but still, he wanted to at least see what time it was.
He took a deep breath, raised his arms, and stretched in preparation of
sitting up, and it was then that he realized that something was very
different! As he let out his deep breath in an audible happy sigh, he was
aware that his voice sounded very strange...almost high pitched. In
addition, when he stretched, he felt a peculiar, though pleasant sensation
that he had never felt before. Never in his life had anything on his chest
obstructed his arms when he raised them over his head, but this time
something had! Alarmed, he sat bolt upright, and as he did, his face was
immediately surrounded by what seemed like yards and yards of golden hair.
His eyes opened widely at what he was seeing just before his hands shot up
to his face. He grasped the strange hair in his hands and pulled on it
experimentally. The slight painful sensation on his scalp proved without
doubt that it was attached to him! He brushed it back away from his face,
and as he did, he caught sight of his hands...But these weren't his hands!
They were small and soft, and they had long, perfectly manicured nails on
them. His breath caught in his throat as he examined them more thoroughly.
An involuntary, "Oh," escaped his lips as he voiced his astonishment, and
the woman's voice that came out added further proof to his situation.
Fully awake now, he was suddenly aware of the looseness of his robe. When
he had changed into it, he had made sure to pull the drawstring as tight as
he could in hopes of hiding the erection that Jan had caused him to have.
Now, however, it hung on him like a sack. Afraid of what he would see, he
forced his eyes to look down on his body. There, beneath the top of his
robe, he saw what he had brushed against when he stretched. Swelling
proudly against the material of his robe, were two magnificent breasts.
His eyes were riveted at the sight as he stared at them for a full thirty
seconds. Even though his hands were instinctively drawn to them, his mind
kept forcing the image away, foolishly trying to convince him that if he
didn't touch them, they weren't really there. "A dream...This has to be
dream," he mumbled as his hands went uncontrollably to his chest. "...Has
to be a dre....Ohhhhhhhh!" he, now unquestionably she, moaned as the small
hands made contact with the luscious feminine orbs. The feel of the soft
and delicate female flesh trapped between his hands was incredible enough,
but the return feeling from his new breasts was indescribable. As his new
voice whispered unbelieving cries of pleasure, he felt his huge nipples
stiffen with delight, and his changed female body swim with new sensations.
Even though his mind was still in shock at this impossible transformation,
his body's physical responses instantly overwhelmed rational thought. His
muffled whimpers grew louder as he allowed one hand to travel downward
while the other continued its stimulation at his aroused maiden chest. He
felt the unmistakable curve of a woman's tiny waist and feminine hips as he
continued his exploration. A rounded bottom and smooth, silky legs greeted
his exploring hand, and as his attention shifted back to his stimulated
breasts, he could actually feel the growing heat radiating from between his
soft thighs. "Impossible...This can't be," he wailed between his feminine
gasps of passion. But it was...and it was as perfectly female as it could
be. With one hand still mauling a beautiful breast, and the other eagerly
exploring the new moist slit between his legs, the newly created woman
discovered a new sense of bliss unmatched even by his recent eucalyptus
trip through the clouds. He felt an explosion welling up inside him,
begging for release. No longer attempting to hide his delight, he openly
screamed, loving the sound of the passionate and wanton woman's voice that
echoed from his mouth. His head thrashed back and he felt the sensuous
tingle of his long hair against the smooth skin of his back. His new body
let go then...his hips bucking violently, his breasts bouncing wildly. One
climax after another shook his new body as he lost all semblance of
control. The heat of his female orgasm radiated off of him in waves as
slowly, his cries of pleasure dwindled into little whispers of joy.
Finally, it was over, and he lay on his side, clutching the softness of his
girl's body in disbelief.
Never had he experienced such intensity...It was as if something inside him
that had been denied throughout his whole life had finally attained
release. He didn't understand it, but if it produced results like that, he
didn't need to! Still glowing from his experience, he tentatively put a
leg down off of the gurney. Despite his new shape, the body he now wore
definitely belonged to him. It responded without a hitch to his command to
walk over to the full length mirror in one corner of the faux hotel room,
and his new, sky blue eyes had no problem taking in the vision of
loveliness that was now him. He shrugged off the baggy robe effortlessly,
and he watched as the vision in the mirror did the same thing. Her face
was like that of a porcelain doll, from her pouty naturally red lips to her
pert little turned up nose. Open mouthed he stared at himself...HERSELF...
and drank in the exquisite figure of a supermodel...the smooth white skin,
the curly blonde hair, and the small flat stomach...In essence, the perfect
woman, or at least, HIS idea of the perfect woman!
He looked at himself in profile, then from the back. No matter what angle,
the reflection in the mirror was still a young, beautiful woman. He ran
his hands slowly over his breasts again, and he caught himself smiling at
the stimulating feel of their perfect roundness. As he was standing there
lost in thought at the smiling image of this sexy creature in the mirror
with her hands provocatively stroking her breasts, he nearly jumped out of
his skin when he heard a distinctly male voice behind him.
"Precious...Simply precious," it said.
He whirled around, acutely aware of the sway of his new breasts as he did,
and stared at the man who was speaking. The man was definitely what was
considered a stud, clad only in a pair of skimpy men's briefs. Still in
shock from the whole thing, he instinctively tried to cover himself, but
found that he didn't have enough hands to hide both ample breasts as well
as the new center of pleasure between his legs. The man in doorway spoke
again, "Hi babe. It's me...Amy."
"Amy..But how?...What's happened?" the blonde woman said.
"I told you this place was special," the new Amy said, unconsciously
sliding her hand over a newly muscular thigh. "I don't fully understand
it, but it has something to do with the 'special' brand of eucalyptus they
use. You can reshape a body into anything you want. Talk about a results
oriented salon, huh? When they say they give incredible makeovers, they're
not kidding!"
"But why do this to me?" the blonde said, gesturing meekly toward her
shapely body. "I...I didn't want this?"
"Ah, but lover, true confession time," Amy said. "I watched your little
show from a two way mirror...Can you honestly tell me you didn't enjoy
yourself?"
"I...I don't know what came over me," he said in a small embarrassed voice.
"I...I'm a little ashamed of myself."
Amy walked over to him and put her tawny arms around his dainty shoulders.
"Now, now, pretty lady...There's nothing wrong with letting your
inhibitions run wild now and then, is there? I've wanted to see what it was
like to be a man ever since I can remember, and when I found out about this
place, it was like a dream come true. I mean...you know what I'm like in
bed...I needed to know if it was everything I've always fantasized about."
"And is it?" the new girl said, marvelling at the new perspective of having
to look up into a face.
"So far, so good," Amy said with a roguish smile. "But I think this is
where it gets better than good!" And with that, she bent down to kiss his
shocked face.
Minutes later, he found himself instinctively rebelling against what was
happening, imploring his transformed girlfriend to stop, that he was a man,
and he didn't want this! But as Amy easily parted his legs and began to
expertly suckle his new breasts, he knew that it was not only pointless to
resist against her male strength, he was actually looking forward to it.
As the new man moved inside of the new woman, they discovered apexes of
pleasure that neither had known before. Both partners climaxed again and
again, revelling in the infinite new sensations they were experiencing. He
found it easier and easier to accept his new role, and let her move him
into any position she wanted. His inhibitions ran wild again, and after a
while, he learned not to fear them, but rather to take advantage of them!
Their session at the "Everything" salon lasted through the night, and when,
in the morning, they were escorted to "Scent Treatment" room and returned
to their natural shapes, both were as satisfied as all the other customers
who had raved about it.
They visit the salon about once a month now. Amy still has to prod him a
little to go with her, but, just like before, he'll still promise anything
for an opportunity to get into her pants...Only now, he has to deal with a
zipper and a pair of boxers to get at what he wants!
October '96
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