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Carl
by She-Devil
******
Carl's hand hesitated as he reached to open the door. He had
bounced a check on Carol's account. She had needed some shampoo
from the salon and had asked him to pick it up at the salon.
Carl had paid with his emergency check, the one stashed in his
wallet for just such an emergency. After he returned home, he
checked the balance, only to discover there wasn't enough in the
account to cover the check.
No big deal unless your wife is a newly hired bank officer and
the Bank fires employees who bounce checks. No excuses.
Carl had called Carol and told her what happened. Go and buy
the check back. Do whatever you have to but do not let that check
get put into the bank for collection.
Carl thanked God that he had remembered to check the balance.
There was still a chance to get the check back.
What would they say? The Salon had a strict no check policy
and Carl had bullshitted the owner pretty good to get him to take
the check in the first place. This was definitely going to be
awkward.
A thought of Carol flashed through Carl's mind as he got into
his car. So sophisticated, so tasteful, she was going to have a
wonderful career and he would do anything to save it from ruin
because of his carelessness.
******
"I broke all the rules when I took your check!"
Jason, the owner of the salon was pretty pissed off. he had
been yelling at Carl for nearly half an hour.
"I never take checks. Never, never, never! Only because your
wife is a steady customer and you gave me that crazy story did I do
it."
Jason's voice was rising. "This is getting scary," Carl
thought, "this guy is nuts."
"Then, I don't know why but, I take your check. And now you
run in and tell me it will bounce. Of course you don't have the
money and you can't return the things you bought."
What do I do about this? Do I call the cops? Maybe I should
call your wife? Maybe I should call her new boss at the Bank? I'm
calling my lawyer and have him see to it that you two get what is
coming to you!"
All the carefully prepared lines Carl had waited to use
vanished from his head. He had told the truth and found himself in
deeper trouble than he had ever imagined.
Carl wasn't going to get off easy. He had to be punished. It
was the only thing that would satisfy Jason. On Saturday, he would
make restitution at the Salon. He was to report early Saturday
morning and work as Jason's model until midnight. Carol could then
pick him up and take him home.
Carl signed a model's release permitting Jason to cut, color,
and/or perm his hair in any way and to dress Carl in any manner he
wished. Also, Carl would pose for any photo or video that Jason
wanted.
If Carl did all that, Jason would give him the check and call
off the debt.
******
Carl could barley move. They had taken his clothes and laced
him tightly into a leotard/straight jacket. The leotard's French
cut leg openings made his freshly shaved legs look long and sleek,
right down to the black patent heels.
A pretty assistant took Carl to Jason's private cutting room.
A leather belt held him to the seat and a wide collar forced Carl
to hold his head still and erect. Jason came up from behind and
following him were two beauticians, each pushing a cart full of all
manner of beauty supplies, including a bowl full of perm rods.
"Carl, from this moment on, you will do exactly as you are
told. My assistants will make the final preparations before I work
on your hair."
The two pretty girls came up to Carl's sides.
"Do nothing to resist them or it will only get worse for you."
The two women came forward with bandages. First, Carl's eyes
were covered with flesh tone triangular eye patches. A respirator
tube was fitted in his mouth and a wide flesh tone bandage sealed
his lips tightly.
Wax plugs were forced into his ears. "Deaf, dumb, and blind.
My God, what do they plan to do to me?"
Jason worked quickly, wanting to be done with his part in this
in time to keep his first appointment of the day. His rat tail
flew as he sectioned the wet hair. Good, a little longer than it
might have been. There were some interesting possibilities.
Jason sectioned to separate the hair on Carl's crown from the
sides and nape. Then, the scissors began to click. Snipping away
Carl's dark locks. Clipping his hair close to the scalp.
Right to the skin, Jason trimmed in bold snips. Carl began to
struggle. He had just realized how radical Jason's plans for him
were.
At a nod from Jason, his two accomplices began to stick
clothespins to Carl's thighs and calves.
At first, Carl fought the pins also, but when he realized that
resistance only brought more pain, he began to quiet down. Soon, he
sat still and demure, unable to control the occasional trembling,
as Jason finished.
Jason inspected his work carefully. Now he had a style with
an extremely short length on all sides and disproportionately long
tresses on top. Running his hands through the longer hair, he
guessed he had maybe eight or nine inches to work with - longish
for a man but perfect for his plans. A few more snips to even
things up and Jason was done.
Carl was seated in the front window. The clothes pins, collar,
bandages and plugs were gone now. A cape hide his arm restraints.
A big bowl of tiny blue perm rods was now being emptied as his two
"personal" styling assistants worked together to wind what remained
of his hair. Carl was being "piggy-backed", they said.
He had no idea what they were talking about, but they assured
him that he would "just love" how tight the curl was.
People stopped to look at what was happening to him. The men
showed some interest. It was embarrassing but they seemed more
interested in his legs. They must think he was a girl.
The women tended to laugh at his exhibition but then many of
them seemed angry at his apparent willingness to make a display of
himself. It was these women's reactions that had Carl anxious.
What was Carol going to say?
Now came the cotton stripping and he could smell the permanent
solution being poured over each rod. Then, they fitted a plastic
bag over the rods and wheeled up a dryer.
Odd, wasn't it? Carl felt grateful that the dryer covered
some of his face. There was nothing to do until the two beauticians
came back. Had it really been only twenty minutes?
Carl had to endure their rinsing of his rods, followed by the
application of neutralizing solution. Every step had been explained
to him. How the very structure of his hair was being changed
chemically to create "fabulous" curls.
Carl couldn't see a thing. There was no mirror to look into.
Jason now came by and inspected Carl's new perm, how it had
turned out. Apparently satisfied, he ordered that Carl be given a
henna "conditioner."
A pair of thick lensed glasses were slipped over Carl's eyes.
He didn't need glasses, but now he couldn't see a thing. Throughout
the shop, none of the other customers paid him the slightest
attention.
A henna "mud pack" was thoroughly worked into his hair,
followed by more stripping and another plastic cover. The timer
clicked away the seconds and Carl knew better than to move. Another
long rinse and he was under the heat lamps.
Blinded by his glasses, Carl could make out the blur of Jason,
or was it one of his girls, as they stopped by to pull his newly
fashioned curls way out. The way they laughed, the way they seemed
to just be playing with his hair, what had happened to him?
With each passing moment, Carl found himself more panicked.
Now they had him back in the Supply Room.
The cape was gone and the leotard was coming off. A pink satin
corset was wrapped around his waist and when they started to
tighten the laces it clenched his midsection terribly. By the time
they were done, his thirty inch waist had been whittle down to a
very feminine twenty-three inches.
Next, Carl was outfitted with a too tight black leather skirt
that came to mid-calf. He was adorned with a heavily studded dog
collar with matching bracelets. Tilted back in a spare salon chair,
Carl's eyebrows were plucked to fine arches. Layer after layer of
make up was applied to his face. Then long artificial eyelashes and
fingernails were glued on.
Carl felt bizarre as, dressed like a girl, he was walked back
to Jason's private room.
Carl saw himself for the first time since they had gone to
work on him. His hair was bright burgundy, almost a true purple. A
towering pile of the tiniest curls sat atop his head while below
his ears and neck were utterly bare.
Too stunned to react, Carl sat leadenly in Jason's chair as
Jason began to shape the mass of curls to their final style without
the slightest resistance from his sissified victim.
Jason's shears left the length of the curls over Carl's
forehead unchanged but shaped those further back to the curve of
the crown of his head.
Carl nodded, stupid with shock, as Jason explained that, since
Carl had created a "bitch" of a problem, Jason had given him the
bitchiest haircut - the "ultimate" poodle cut.
Carl shifted back and forth on stilt heels. He was in the
window again, but now he was standing at a little table, answering
the phone and making appointments. Carl had to be very careful in
how he stood. His legs wouldn't stop kinking and it seemed that he
wouldt fall off of those skyscraper heels at any second.
Carl's tight skirt displayed the molded plumpness of his butt.
People stopped and ogled him all the time. His sheer blouse showed
the dark shadow of his corset top like some sexy bustier. It was
too humiliating to even think about.
"Good morning, Jason's. Can I help you?" Carl was already
tired of repeating himself, and talking like a girl no less!
"Good morning, Jason's. Good morning, Jason's. Good morning,
good morning, good morning! And what was so good about it anyway?
Look at the fix he was in. At least now it was break time.
Thank heavens! Fifteen minutes off every hour.
Judy, one of the two who had permed and colored Carl's hair,
sat him back in the cosmetologist's chair and began to put dots of
blue ink on his earlobes.
Oh no! She's going to pierce my ears! Judy examined each ear
and, once she was satisfied with the placement, used a gun to shoot
a gold stud through Carl's ear at each mark.
One. Two. Three. Four. Judy put the gun down and inspected her
work. That wasn't too bad, Carl thought. Lots of guys have pierced
ears and besides, the holes will close up when I leave the studs
out.
Picking up the gun again, Judy finished her work. Five. Six.
Seven. Eight!
Judy pinched the flesh at the top of Carl's left ear. Nine!!
And at the same spot on the right ear. Ten!!
The lower studs were replaced with chrome ones, each dangling
fine long chains. Eight chains now brushed Car's bare shoulders.
Back to answering the phones, Carl could only wonder what else
had been planned for him. During the afternoon, every break time
turned into another "beauty" session. He was waxed from head to
toe, even his genitals. Later, Carl found himself sporting ultra
long, bright red, false nails and super long thick false eyelashes.
Carl was being remade. Late in the day, back in the Supply
Room, Carl was tied down, nearly naked.
He screamed into his gag when they pierced his corset propped
nipples and fitted then with large diameter golden rings. Then they
actually welded them shut. Another piercing was performed and a
ring was set into the head of his cock! How could he ever have sex
now?
Worse, a shiny, long and thick gold plated dildo was attached,
by a short chain, to the cock ring. Unlubricated, the butt plug was
forced up Carl's rear and rammed home. Before it was inserted
though, Carl was shown it. Engraved on it's side was "JASON'S."
Carl's leather hobble skirt covered his new genital jewelry
but, with no panties on, Carl could feel the tug of the chain on
both his ass and cock.
There was no resistance in Carl now. Completely broken, he
paid full attention as Judy taught him how to restore his smudged
eye make up. Under Judy's critical eye, Carl used blushes and gels
and glosses until his face was lost under all the paint.
Somehow, a much cruder version of the "Carl Girl" created that
morning, emerged.
Jason inspected his creation. Carl turned this way and that
and posed on command, perfectly docile.
"I expect you know that this entire process was videotaped."
Jason sat back, enjoying the havoc he had wrought.
Videotaped? You mean that I can be blackmailed...we, I mean,
Carol and I, we can be blackmailed...
"I won't if you do as I say." Jason put his arm around Carl,
his hand resting familiarly on his feminized victim's prominent
ass.
"When Carol arrives to pick you up, this is what you have to
do."
Carl blanched at the instruction but then, what choice did he
have?
"Carl, I'm here!"
Jason came up from the back of now darkened shop.
"Hello, Carol. Carl is in my private room. Please come back
there with me."
Carol followed him back, away from the front and away from any
witnesses. Strong hands seized her and tied her into the beautician's
chair.
A girl in a ridiculously short uniform handed Jason some
scissors.
"I want you to meet Carla, my newest assistant. Quite
attractive, no?"
Carol focused for a moment and saw past the make up and the sexy
outfit. My God! It's Carl! They turned him into a faggot! A queen!
"Carla is very angry with the situation she's in. And she's a
vindictive little bitch. She made me promise to punish you too. Just
like she was punished. Isn't that right, Carla?"
Carl blushed under his heavy pancake foundation as he dutifully
followed his instructions. "That'ttths right, Jathon honey."
My God, he even lisps! Carol was sickened by the sight of her
thoroughly sissified spouse.
"And so I'm giving Carla a chance. She's not a very good
stylist but I'm going to let her start practicing on you."
Carl's orders were clear. Cut off Carol's hair. Down to stubble.
Right down to the skull! In big swatches, Carl cut away. Carol screamed
her horror until she was hoarse.
Jason took over when Carl was done. First he rubbed thick lather
across Carol's scalp and, using a gleaming straight razor, shaved her
pate smooth.
Next came her eyebrows. They shaved every part of her body until
she was completely hairless. Naked but for a black vinyl raincoat and
high heels, heavily made up, with eight inch chrome hoops in her ears,
Carol posed for picture after picture.
"Carla will keep you hairless for one year while she works for
me. Carla is going to be my mistress and you are going to be one of my
best customers. Think of all the wigs you'll need to have styled. And,
when you stop by, you can visit with Carla because from now on she'll
be living with me."
Carl simpered over to his master's side and rubbed a long nail
over Jason's jeans, stroking the outline of a rapidly swelling cock.
Carol thought she would vomit. She was going to be captive to a gay
hairdresser and her sissy husband who was now his "girlfriend."
Carol watched from the sidewalk as Carl and Jason drove off. The
air felt cold on her bare scalp. Bald and bare for a year! How could
she endure it?
******
"Certainly, you can have an appointment with Jason on Monday.
How about 10 AM? Good, please be prompt and payment will be
expected at the time of your appointment. Personal checks are not
accepted. Thank you."
Carl hung up the phone and jotted down the appointment in
Jason's book. He still thought of himself as Carl even though Jason had
long ago obtained a court order changing his name legally to Carla. A
glance in the mirror showed his curls, platinum blonde this month, piled
attractively high on his head. They were stunning in contrast to his
slanting oriental eyes that Jason had paid a fortune to a plastic
surgeon to create.
Three hours a day of electrolysis had left Carl with no hair on
his body except for his blonde curls, a small V-shaped pubic patch and
thin, highly arched eyebrows which made him appear constantly
surprised. A tiny button nose and bright red lips, plump from collagen
injections and tattooing, rounded out Carl's reconstructed visage.
Those enticing lips framed flawless sparkling teeth in a perfect
smile. Surgical alterations to his lip muscles had affixed a "come
hither" smile permanently to Carl's face. His teeth were fake as well.
Jason had knocked the originals out the first time his pet project had
balked at oral sex. Needless to say, Carl was now an eager and highly
skilled cocksucker.
The black spandex top Carl wore was skintight. His awe-
inspiring breasts drew immediate attention to the rings in the enlarged
nipples clearly outlined by the taut fabric. The butt plug was shoved
way up his asshole. It had been uncomfortable at first but he had long
ago become acclimated to it. On the other hand, Carl was not quite at
ease yet with all the other physical alterations Jason had decreed for
him.
Take his vagina, for example. Of course, by this time, Carl was
well accustomed to having a cunt instead of a cock and balls, but
carrying a dildo around in it all day was a different matter all
together. Jason had told Carl that this was essential to preclude his
new sex from constricting and closing up on him. However to add to
Carl's indignities, the dildo lodged inside him had been molded from a
cast of the penis he had once possessed.
Even in the black patent leather ultra-high spike heels he
invariably wore, Carl preferred to stand. The steel-boned cinch that
squeezed his waist down to a fraction of its former size made sitting
very uncomfortable. Not only that, but his black leather mini-skirt
rode up when he sat and if Carl was not very careful people could see,
outlined in his satin panties, his labial rings. As well as the lock
and chain which established Jason's control over his "darlings" chastity
and thwarted any attempt to remove the dildo.
Carl had to beg Jason for the keys to the lock, which he wore
around his neck, whenever he had to go to the bathroom. Whenever he
returned the key, Jason made him pull up his tight skirt and pull his
panties down to his knees prove that he had indeed laced the fine gold
chain through the rings in his pussy lips and locked it up tight.
Sometimes Carl was even forced to perform this humiliating ritual in
front of a customer.
Life as a voluptuous woman was utterly different from the one
Carl had known previously, maybe easier. He had, of course, never been
allowed to speak privately with Carol. Even after the original year was
up and she divorced him. By that time the hormones Jason had
administered to him had killed off his sex drive and it was obvious,
what with broad hips, plump ass, slender liposuctioned waist and jumbo
breast implants, that Carl would be wearing panties and bras for the
foreseeable future. The point became moot once, the other modifications
having been accomplished, Jason informed them that he had no intention
of restoring the status quo and that, as a result, the next item on the
agenda would be surgery to make Carl completely female.
Jason never gave Carl any money. He had, however, given Carl a
huge diamond solitaire, upon informing the stunningly beautiful
creature that they were to be wed. Perhaps it was just as well. Carl had
was dependent on Jason for everything. So dependent, so docile, so
helpless.
Maybe Jason would let him cut hair. Maybe let him have
something to do other than answer the phone and respond to his very
insistent sexual needs. Making love as a woman had been extremely
disconcerting and very embarrassing at first. Now it was Carl's only
diversion.
Carl felt constantly humiliated, but being always on display,
looking like he did now, how else could he feel?
FIN
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