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7. A new fate
Geoffrey was left alone with Mrs Driver and his dreams' girl. Mrs Driver
took a solemn tone.
"I didn't see you squirming when we talked about the best way to improve
your manners with Edna. Then, I assume you agree. That's much better that
way, it's half the job done! Alice, will you take care of Jessica? She's
going to need help to get cleaned and to get dressed..."
"Of course, Mommy Driver. Anything you want me to do if it's to help
Jessica!"
"Mmmmbllmm! Mmmph?" Geoffrey mumbled inquisitively. What was going on
with him being treated like a girl?
He was released from his bonds. As he was reaching for the tape that held
his gag, Mrs Driver grabbed his hands, and held them firmly in front of
him.
"No, this stays so you don't annoy Alice with the type of nonsense that
got you here in the first place. You will go with her, and do as she
tells you. Do I have your word?"
He did not pick up the irony, and understood that he was in for a while;
he would be better off obeying. He nodded.
"There you go, good girl..."
She let go of his hands, and Alice handed hers, and took him by the hand,
coaxing him gently.
"Come with me, Jessica, we'll go upstairs." She had not pronounced the
word Jessica with any irony. It sounded natural, as if she was talking to
her little sister. He followed her obediently.
She took him to the toilets, and told him he had two minutes "to take
care of such matters." He did, and felt greatly released, for he had
stayed over five hours tied to the armchair.
They went into the bathroom.
"Take off all of your clothes, except for your briefs."
He abode by her command.
"Good, now get into the shower. Now, close the curtain, and remove your
briefs... Hand them to me." A small, hesitant hand offered the white
shiny underwear, pulling out modestly the shower curtain.
"Perfect. Time to wash up. Do your hair also, there's all you need in the
soap dish."
It took five minutes and the water stopped.
"Not good enough. Soap yourself down more thoroughly, especially where it
gets dirty..."
He had another go at cleaning himself up, insisting on his armpits, his
crotch, and his backside. Then he turned the faucet off.
"I hope you've done a good job. Mrs Driver will check, anyway. Get your
hand out."
He stuck his hand out again, and she put a plastic bottle in it.
"Rub yourself with that liquid. It is hair remover. Do your legs, your
arms and armpits, then your butt and your willie."
"Hmmbllmm?"
"Don't be difficult, Geoffrey. You don't want me to have to call Mrs
Driver..."
He did as he had been told. The stuff did not smell too bad at first.
Alice must have felt he was done, for she spoke:
"You've got some all over the parts where there is hair, except for your
head? Good girl... Now we'll just have to wait."
He just stood in the shower. None of them did any noise, as Alice
remained silent, but he heard Mrs Driver moving around somewhere on the
same floor. The smell was becoming somewhat acrid. After a few minutes,
Alice asked: "Is it starting to tingle or to burn?"
"Mmmph."
"Sorry, I don't understand. Grunt once for yes, twice for no."
"Mmm!"
"You should rinse yourself off then, very, very carefully."
He did. Never had he stayed in the shower for so long! It was a strange
feeling to have such smooth skin. He did not have much hair in the first
place, but the little he had was now gone. The weirdest was to have
removed all of his pubes. These he had gotten used to, and now his dick
looked like it was a little boy's. Except no little boy had such a big
one, he smiled to himself.
"Give me your hand again."
He obeyed, and got a new plastic bottle.
"Shower yourself again with this product. It is just to make sure there's
no hair remover left. On top of it, you'll have very nice, smooth skin."
The shower gel was very thick and had a very strong rose fragrance. Darn!
He did not dislike it. Did he enjoy being treated like a girl? He stopped
the water again.
"So, you're all clean in here?"
"Mmm"
"Very good girl," she said, emphasizing the 'very'. "Now, time to dry
yourself up."
She handed him a towel and he gently rubbed his smooth skin dry.
"Once you're all smooth and dry, wrap the towel around your waist and you
might get out."
He came out from the shower. She smiled and he melted.
"You smell nice, Jessica! Put these on, and come with me." He hoped the
towel would hide the emotion that shook him when she uttered these voices
so gently.
She pointed to a pair of satiny purple mules. He stepped into them and
they exited the bathroom. She led him to his bedroom.
"Go, now. Mrs Driver's waiting for you."
8. Getting dressed up
He went into the room. Indeed, Mrs Driver was waiting for him.
"All clean, Sweet Jessica? Let me see."
He approached her, and lifted his arms, displaying his smooth armpits,
devoid of any unpleasant sweaty smell.
"No, silly!" she smiled. "Take the towel off!"
Golly! He had to show himself in the nude to an older woman... He paused,
and Mrs Driver sounded annoyed.
"What are you waiting for? Off with the towel!"
He reluctantly removed it, letting out a soft groan of discontent.
"No protesting, girl! You should know better than that by now!"
What? He had been in her house for a little more than a day. He was
displaying a still proficient hard-on, and he blushed.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of... That's how your maker made you; he's
the one who should be ashamed!" Mrs Driver teased him.
She came closer, and had a close look at the display of smooth skin. She
first looked at the front, and then spun him around, prodding here and
there, bending over to see if he had done a good job removing his hair
everywhere.
"Very, very good, Jessica! It's the first time I see one of your kind
doing such a fine job at personal hygiene. Maybe you'll turn out to be a
fast learner! Now go to that chair over there, and get these knickers
on."
He picked what seemed to be some girlie satiny shorts. They were purple,
with a pink lace brimming. He was not too happy about them, but he could
not talk Mrs Driver out of it; he realised that this gag was a vicious
tool to have him obey. But he was better off with lacy underwear than
naked. He pulled them up.
"These are bloomers, Jessica. They are made of a very fine silk. They are
the sign that you are deemed worthy of wearing nice lady clothing."
It was just oversized underwear! There were elastic at the legs and at
the waist, but the amount of material combined to his poking penis made
it look obscene! It did not apparently seem that way to Mrs Driver, at
least that's not what she said, for she called Alice:
"Honey! Will you come and help me getting Jessica dressed up? She's
decent enough that you may come in!"
The door opened, and Alice came in: "Here I am, Mummy Driver! Yes, let's
get her all dressed up!"
She approached them, and from the chair, she picked up a satin bra.
Geoffrey looked puzzled, and expressed his surprise as much as he could:
"MMmmghm?"
"You seemed to like breasts so much," Alice explained, "that it would be
a shame we don't provide you with some!"
He took the lingerie item. Inside each bra cup, there was a fake boob
made out of some jelly-like material. It felt a bit heavy, but he put the
thing on. Once he had slipped his arms inside, Alice closed the fastener.
He now had breasts; he could feel their weight.
"It looks good on you," Mrs Driver commented; "Time for you to find out
about a very fine piece of lingerie."
Geoffrey was then fitted in a pink satiny corset that laced up the back.
The various pulls and tugs the two women made on the strings, as they
went up grommet after grommet caused him to grunt a couple times.
"Now, now, Jessica, be nice to Mommy Driver," Mrs Driver goaded him, "It
might be a tad unpleasant, but it will greatly improve your posture."
His torso was soon tightly encased inside the satin prison; his waist was
reduced, and with the fake breasts, as he looked down, his figure had to
be completely changed. His hips were not wide at all, but the whole set-
up did feminise him.
He then had to put on a very peculiar dress. He would have protested, but
he could not, and now knew that he would have to endure whatever weird
decision Mrs Driver made. It was a short dress, still made of pink satin,
which seemed to be the material of choice in this household, for that was
all he had seen Alice wear. It had two puff sleeves, which, he thought,
were more a little girl dress thing than a young lady's. Once it was on,
they also laced it up his back.
Once everything was tightened, he could no longer see his feet! There was
some type of flounce, a bit like in a tutu, that started at his thinned
waist. He wondered if the dress hid the bloomers, which he was still
stretching to the uttermost with his erection. As the corset slightly
overlapped them at the waistband, it was certainly even more striking.
Mrs Driver took a few steps back, and had an admiring look: "Quite pretty
indeed! A little grooming will always improve the sad male figure of a
boy."
"I agree with you, Mommy Driver."
"Now, Jessica, you're going to have to take care of some things on your
own, and learn something new." She handed him a pair of sheer, salmon-
coloured stockings.
"Go sit on the bed and put these on. Be very careful, you must not ladder
them, they are quite pricey! And laddering stockings is considered a
strong offence against Mommy Driver!"
He took them and went to the bed. He was about to sit when he got another
warning.
"Watch out, Jessica! Do not sit on your dress! You don't want to wrinkle
it! Now, grab the hem, yes just like that, and make sure you sit just
like a young lady should."
Geoffrey was very mindful of laying his dainty derriere "like a young
lady", and he got pleased giggles from both Mrs Driver and Alice.
"That's exactly how it should be done!"
"She's learning fast, Mrs Driver!"
He pulled the stockings up his legs, being quite impressed by the two
women watching him. It felt really nice, and he now realised how much the
hair removal had made his skin smoother. It did not do any good to reduce
the bloomers' bulge, though...
"I'll take care of the rest, Alice. Why don't you go and get dinner
ready?"
Even though this was voiced out very gently, it was certainly not a
suggestion but an order, and Alice promptly took off.
9. New shoes
"You must be starving, poor Jessica..."
"Mmmm!" Geoffrey acquiesced.
"It won't be much longer." Mrs Driver reassured him, as she came towards
him, a pair of boots in her right hand. They were also made of pink
satin, to fit the rest of the outfit. They had high heels, and Geoffrey/
Jessica was ordered to sit still so they could be put on. They fitted
just perfectly, and as Mrs Driver laced them up, two rows of grommets in
front having a long silky laced threaded through, he marvelled at the
feeling of his calves being wrapped up by the shiny material.
The lining inside was as soft as it had to be on the outside, judging
from the sheen they reflected. Once both boots were methodically laced
up, Mrs Driver stood him up. Walking on the plush carpet was not that
easy in high heels, but she held his arm to prevent any brutal fall and
ankle twisting. At the same time, these shoes had some metal strip sewn
inside to prevent such a dreadful accident. Mommy driver was equipped
with the best training tools!
Geoffrey was quite an athlete, and he soon was able to walk rather
elegantly for a first-timer. He was taking delicate steps, making sure
his support leg was firmly holding his body. Soon Mrs Driver rejoiced:
"Very pretty, Jessica, you're doing really well, could you walk up to
that stool, over there in front of the dressing-table and sit nicely?"
There was a triumphant grunt from proud Geoffrey, who headed to the
required direction, carefully laying one foot before the other. Mrs
Driver smiled. It had never been that easy! The girl was a natural!
It was the cutest show to watch him carefully picking his dress's flounce
to put his silk-covered bottom down on the silk cushion on top of the
pouf. Geoffrey gazed at his reflection in the mirror on top of the
dressing-table. The bottom of his face was completely masked by the shiny
white tape, but it enhanced his deep blue eyes. He could see his torso,
and he had become totally different, with the breasts and the corset
modelling him.
"Put the gloves on, dear, they are for you!" he heard her say. He took
the pair of pink leather gloves from the top, and slipped them on. It was
easy, they were a bit too big for him.
"Pull them up tight; make sure you've pushed your fingers in them as far
as possible. Yes, just like that..."
The gloves went inches above his wrists. They were supple and nice. He
wiggled his fingers, admiring them.
Mrs Driver appeared behind him, holding a long pink silk ribbon in her
right hand.
"Hands behind your back, please, Jessica!"
Geoffrey complied with the request, and he was not surprised to feel the
ribbon encircling them.
"Just a little make-up and you will be ready..."
She had grabbed a chair and sat next to him. He looked at her and grunted
in disapproval when he saw the pair of clippers in her hand.
"Don't be silly, Jessica, I'm not going to cut your hair, it is fine as
it is, we'll take care of it just after... Your eyebrows need trimming,
so your eyes are even more beautiful... Close your eyes for now!"
The buzzing of the motor did not last over two minutes, and when he
opened his eyes, he saw she had done just what she had told. His eyebrows
were thinner, and their curve was more graceful. Next, she applied some
pink eye shadow, and used mascara to lengthen his already long eyelashes.
"Make-up should be sparse; a girl should never overdo it. Once we do no
longer need to keep you gagged, I'll teach you the rule of foundation.
But at present, there's just one more thing to do and we'll be done.
Well, my mistake, make that two..."
She went to the closet, out from which she took a wig. It was Geoffrey's
hair colour! She gathered his long hair in big strands that she stuck
against his skull with a few hairpins, and then she put the wig on.
It had hair that flowed all the way down to his shoulders, with a wide
bang going across his forehead. It did not look unnatural, and even
though Geoffrey did not recognise Jessica as himself, he thought she was
not too bad-looking. Mrs Driver got herself between him and the mirror
once more, as she leaned towards his face.
"This time, my girl, I assure you it is the final touch, and then we'll
get dinner!"
She had grabbed some red lipstick, and she started painting the tape over
his mouth. As she pulled away, he could only admire the joyful red smile
she had drawn. He really seemed cheerful!
"You're the prettiest doll, Jessica! It's high time Alice gets to see how
attractive a girl you are!"
(to be continued...)
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