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My Daughter's Roommate - Part 2
As I drove home that night, I looked in the rear view mirror. I had
pink lipstick on my lips, black eye mascara on my eyes, and cum on my
cheeks. I tried to lick off the cum with my tongue. I could not reach
all of it, so I just left it on my face. I didn't care. That night
before I went to bed, I washed my pink thong in the sink and hung it up
to dry, just as Sara instructed me to do. I quickly fell asleep.
In the morning I found myself yet again going directly to my computer
to see if there was an email from Sara. There was! I was both excited
and afraid to open Sara's email. This time it was address to 'Ally.'
The email suggested that I will wear something pink today. Sara thought
I looked good in pink. She also made another appointment for me back at
the beauty salon for noon today. I pondered why did she want me to go
back to the beauty salon? For what? Anyway, I thought that it would be
OK to do so over my lunch hour.
As I looked in my closet to find something pink. I remembered that my
ex-wife had purchased a pink dress shirt for me several years ago. I
did not like it because it was from her, so I never wore it. I had
placed it in the back of the closet and it was still there. I put it on
and headed out for work, when I remembered that Sara's email instructed
me to also carry my pink thong in my pocket today. I felt relieved,
somehow, that I remember to do this and not disappoint her.
I left work at 11:30 AM to make sure I would be at the salon at noon
sharp. I did not want to be late. I told the young receptionist at the
salon that my name was Allen, and that I had a 12:00 appointment. She
looked confused and said the only noon appointment for today was for
'Ally!'
Margo, the manager came over. Margo, like Sara was a small, petite, yet
strong woman. She was a redhead with spiked hair and black eyes. I
would not want to cross her path. Margo quickly took control of the
situation and informed everyone that the appointment was in fact for me
and that I will start with a 'facial.' The young receptionist teasingly
asked if the facial was a male one for Allen, or a feminine one for
Ally. Margo announced in a rather loud voice, would be a feminine one.
Several of the other women clients looked at me as I sat down in the
chair. One looked at me in disgust, one smiled, and the other, had a
look of understanding.
After the facial, which cleaned and massaged my skin, I felt really
refreshed and ready to go back to work. I thought I was ready done with
my appointment. Boy was I mistaken. Margo approached me and told me my
appointment had just begun. Sara, who had made the appointment on my
behalf, had requested that I receive additional, 'special' services.
Margo directed me back to her area, behind a wall. She had me lie down
on a rather larger, but comfortable, black leather, reclining chair.
She told me that Sara wanted me to have electrolysis on my face so I
would not have to worry about shaving again. I was shocked. Not shaving
again! Margo told me to relax and that a lot of men are having their
facial hair permanently removed.
I was not sure about this, but before I could say or do anything, Margo
had strapped my arms to the chair arms. With a look of panic, I asked
her why that is necessary. She told me that some of her patients move
around too much, and as electrolysis can be painful; Margo did not want
to make any mistakes so she sometimes does this for particular clients.
I protested, but she said that I looked like the type who could not
take much pain. PAIN! What am I getting myself into?
Margo bushed aside my concerns and started to perform permanent hair
removal on my face. It was painful and I started to tear up. Margo
looked at me in disgust. She asked me if I brought my pink thong as
Sara had instructed. I turned a beat red. 'Yes,' I managed to whisper.
Good, Margo said and reached in my pocket and proceeded to stuff Sra's
thong into my mouth.
Again, I had a pink thong in my mouth, under the control of young
women, all in less than a week. Margo quickly picked up the pace of my
hair removal. It was very painful, and I had tears flowing down my
checks. Margo took part of the pink thong out of my mouth to wipe my
tears.
When Margo was down with my facial hairs, she looked at my eyes and
said that I should also have my eye brows permanently sculptured. She
made the arch a little higher than I had before. She then put on a
permanent black color on my eye brows and my eye lashes. She told me
that would save a lot of time in the future. Future? What future?
I though I was finally finished with this ordeal. But no. Margo pulled
up my pink shirt and exposed my abdomen. She pinched some of my flesh
together and then inserted a needle. She had pieced by belly-button.
She retrieved a brass ring with the letter 'S,' and inserted it into
the hole. I now had a stomach ring!
Finally I though this dreadful day would end. But Margo accused me of
looking at her breasts when she worked on my face. I tried to deny it,
but she would not accept my responses. She unbuttoned the top two
buttons of my pink shirt and reach in to pull my breast flesh on my
right side towards her. She then picked up the largest needle I have
every seen. I was panicked. I could not scream with my thong in my
mouth. The chair buckles held me in place. I felt like I was a human
guinea pig.
Margo slowly inserted the needle into my right breast and drained all
of the cylinder's contents into my flesh. I was now clearly crying. It
was very painful. Margo just patted me and told me it only Botax and
that it would not last forever, but in 12 hours I would notice a
difference. She then picked up another needle, but this time, she
somewhat teased me with it. Does Ally want this? Does Ally want to have
breasts? Does ally want to be a girl? Tears were flowing from my eyes.
I could not breathe very well. Margo looked at me and said one last
chance to protest. I was helpless. With that, she inserted the needle
into my left breast and emptied the cylinder of its fluid. My chest
hurt very much. Margo bent down to suck on each nipple through the
outside of my shirt. It was both painful, yet stimulating. My nipples
were alive - on fire. They became hard as Margo sucked on them. They
pushed again the fabric of my shirt. My shirt was wet from Margo's
sucking. It looked like I had two womanly nipples showing through wet
pink material!
Margo then told me that I had only one thing left on Sara's list for
today. What could that be? I was too drained and exhausted. Margo pick
up another needle, I panicked again. Where was she going with that?
What was it? Margo inserted the needle into my lips. She did the top
lip first, and then the bottom lip. She said it was also Botax and that
I would see some differences, yet that day. Finally, she took my thong
out of my mouth and told me it was not that bad, but I that I acted
just like a girl. Right. She unbuckled my wrists and I sat up.
Confused, weak and sore. I quickly left here area, but she reminded me
to make an appointment for next week. I did.
Back at work, my supervisor, Cara, was waiting for me. It was 2:30PM
and I had been gone since 11:30AM. Cara was also a strong woman who did
not care for men in general, and often display contempt for me. She
called me into her office. She told me to take a seat. As she walked
around me, she told me that my work level and focus had fallen down.
She decided that she would put me on a new program or give me the
option to quite. I had no choice. I needed a job and she knew that. My
fate was in her hands.
As she stood over me, she noticed that my pink shirt was open at the
top. She could see the slight swelling of my breasts. She smiled. Allen
she, said,' I want you to be my personal assistant for the next two
weeks. Vicky is gone, visiting her sick mother. I think you would be a
perfect fit.' Personal assistant? Secretary? No way. Cara said that I
could take the work load off several of the women in the office, who
had more important things to do than paperwork. I would sit in the desk
right outside of Cara office, and I would start in the morning. Cara
then reached downed and touched one of my nipples through my pink
shirt. My nipple responded and became very hard. She twisted the nipple
and I jumped in pain. She looked at the other nipple and noticed a
stain. 'Allen, if looks like some on has been sucking on your nipples?
Is that so? I turned completely red in the face again. I looked down as
she waited for my answer.' Well'? I tried to mummer something. Just
then her phone rang. She told me that she had to go, but that she was
pleased we had come to mutual understanding and agreement. I did not
think we had. I left her office and thought my whole world is coming
down on top of me.
When I came home that night, another email was waiting there for me
from Sara. I had no escape. She told me that my day at the salon would
pay off in the future and that I should not worry my pretty little
head. Sara told me that I still had many things to do before next
weekend, the big party weekend. I wonder where it was going to be. But
with spring break coming, my daughter informed me that she and three of
her roommates would be gone. Sara apparently was not going to join
them. I was excited. Maybe I could be with Sara, alone. Maybe the party
was for two - the two of us!
I hoped so.
Sara's second email that day gave me another list to be completed, yet
that night. I was to go to the stripper boutique again. This time I was
to purchase 3 sizes of butt plugs: a small, a medium and a large. I was
also to purchase the largest, black penis they carried in stock! My
knees were weak as I read Sara's list. She told me to email her back as
soon as retuned with the items. I did not even eat dinner that night,
but went instead across town again to that seedy shop. There were only
a few other customers inside, but I was still felt very self-conscience
that everyone was looking at me. Sara's mail was explicated in that I
was to give my 'shopping' list to the clerk. The male clerk read my
note, and then read it ALOUD. Every customer in the shop turned to the
counter. All of their eyes were on me. I felt like the smallest parcel
on earth. The clerk read out loud, in a very clear and slow voice,
'Let's see, a small butt plug, a medium butt plug, a large butt plug,
and for desert, the largest black penis in the store! Hmmm I think we
can fill that order'. I followed the clerk around the store like a
little kid as he collected the items. He asked if I wanted them in a
bag. I said 'Please', and he put them into a 'clear' bag. There I was
walking through the store which had started to full up with more
customers, and of course, everyone looks at your' bag. One guy standing
at the door asked me if he could walk me to my car. I quickly run out
of there.
Back at home I emailed Sara and told here that I had acquired all of
the items. She replied back and told me to wear the small butt plug
tonight to bed and to open the video link she sent me in the email
before I went to sleep.
When I changed for bed, I striped down and looked at my body. Hairless,
with small breasts starting to appear. I had breasts of a young, pre-
teen girl. And my lips! My lips were full! They looked like women's
lips!
I decided I should put on my pink camisole. My perk little nipples
pushed against the silky material. I tingled. I then applied KY jelly
to the small butt plug. I wasn't too sure about this. I hated prostrate
exams. I bent over and start to insert the small butt plug into my
hole. I thought of Sara as I pushed the plug into me. It was painful at
first, and then it felt ok. In a few minutes it actually felt good,
like it belonged back there. It did come try to come out, so I put on
my faithful pink thong and that held it in place. I could not resist,
so I put on my 5 inch, pink high heels, and walked around my apartment.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My butt looked sexy. Up high due to
the heels. Stuff with a plug. I really felt like a little tart. What
was happening to me? Just then I remember to check Sara email about the
video before I went to bed.
It was an instructional video. But first, I had to retrieve one of my
new purchases - the big, black penis or cock, or what every you guys
call those things. It was humongous. My hands, which seemed to be
becoming smaller, barley, fit around its diameter. I could also put my
may hands on top of each other and still not match its length. Do men
really have this type of equipment! I don't!
Back at the computer, I sat down with the butt plug in me. Boy, this
was a different experience. I opened the video. It was on how to learn
to suck a man's cock. It was an educational video with instructions. I
had to perform each task and follow each step. I also had to key in on
the computer, my progress, so Sara, my teacher, could review my
development. The instructions said that if I practiced every day, and
committed myself, that I could take the entire cock into my mouth and
throat by the end of the week. What a goal. Sara told me to work hard
work on it every night for a minimum of one hour per night. I put the
black monster on the table next to my computer screen and watch the
'prissy' in the video. I started to follow the steps and began to suck
this monster. I had difficulty at first, even opening my mouth wide
enough to take just the full head in. This was going to take a lot of
practice. After an hour, I again went to bed that night exhausted. My
mouth was sore, my lips were sore, my chest hurt, my belly-button was
sore. I had to lie on my back. My butt plug was the only thing that
seemed to fit and feel good. I quickly fell asleep. And this was only
Monday!
Maddy
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