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Beauty School Dropout
By: Serenity
The following story may have several controversial themes, including but
not limited to, Transformation, Sex, Identity Death, and Painting of all
beauticians as mindless sluts. If any or all of this sounds unappealing,
please do not read on, and contact your doctor for an emergency
stickinyourassenddectomy. Cause, you know, it could get infected or
something.
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The smell of some sort of harsh chemical assaulted Dave's senses as he
opened the door to Horizons Beauty School. Hell, the smell of twenty
harsh chemicals wafted in the air as Dave flinched a bit, and reminded
himself he had to get used to it. Dave was a man with a plan, short term,
long term, Dave always had an angle going. And this time he was sure his
plan was flawless brilliance. His plan would ensure an ample supply of
hot pussy, just begging for him to fuck them. He came upon this
particular idea of wondrous magnificence while not exactly being at his
most wondrously magnificent.
Dave was lounging in his flea market quality couch, wearing nothing but
stained boxers and sweat. His slightly more than ample gut supporting a
plate with some cold pizza and Fun Yuns, a cold beer at his side, with
more than few empties providing moral support to the poor beer who's life
span may not make it to the end of the commercials Dave was watching. It
was during the third commercial when the bright light of inspiration
struck at Dave. It was a fast paced thirty second affair, filled with
smiling faces, fast music and a promise that after three months of
classes you can earn 32,000 a year as a hair stylist. Normally this kind
of thing would be ignored by a normal man. But Dave was always thinking.
Good pay. Always surrounded by women. Women looking to him to look their
best, to massage their ailing egos. To take years off their looks, to
make them feel attractive, wanted, special. A man in that
position...well, that man would be set up with willing partners for life.
Dave wasn't the best looking guy, but he loved it when a plan came
together.
It was that commercial that set the gears in motion, and lead Dave to buy
some descent clothes at the mall, call the 800 number and enroll. It was
that commercial that lead Dave into that acrid cloud of chemical stench
in which he now found himself, anxious and excited to start his first day
at Beauty School. Sure, it was a little...gay, but means to an end,
right? Right, thought Dave as he found an empty desk and took his seat.
He looked around the room, looking at the other students. There were a
few real head-turners, women whose beauty just had a gravity, a power
that seemed to even bend light in their direction. There were more than a
few "three-beer" chicks, not too bad, but really not that great. A couple
other guys were in the class too. Dave looked at one and immediately knew
he was as queer as a duck riding a bike. The gel, the tight clothes, just
his aura screamed "gay". This was good, because that meant he was no
competition for Dave for the other girls.
The other guy worried Dave. Jeans, T-shirt. Tough looking....this guy
might be playing the same angle. That wasn't good. Dave got up and
decided to do an exploratory mission to see if guy #2 was a threat to his
alpha male status. Dave walked up and extended his hand.
"Hi there, names Dave."
His hand was enveloped with a grip meant to break things.
"Hey there D, I'm Steve."
Yeah...He was competition all right.
"Good to see another guy in the class, I thought I was gonna be all
alone," Dave said.
"Well, there is that guy" Steve pointed at the third guy, who was busy
buffing his nails.
"Yeah, but..."
"You mean a guy's guy, I get it. So why did you join the class D, the
money or the babes?"
"The money," Dave replied with the thickest sarcasm he knew how.
"Yeah...sure. That's good though...cause the babes are all mine."
"Yeah we'll see about that, Steve. You know...ah shit here's the
teacher."
Dave hurried back to his desk as an absolute walking Venus strolled in.
If the other girls were head turners, this woman was a neck breaker. Her
hips, her ass, her breasts, her hair....Dave was in love. She took the
front of the room and scanned the class, her eyes sliding right by Dave,
and landing straight on Steve. Muscles beat the tubby guy I guess,
thought Dave. She gave Steve a heart melting gaze before turning around
to write her name on the whiteboard. "Ms. Rainer". Dave was torn between
lusting after the perfect ass in front, and seething with jealousy over
Steve. And it didn't get any better.
Over the first week Steve had every girl practically eating out of his
hand. He had the look, the build. He even excelled at the classes, always
doing the tasks right, the first time. Dave had thought he would be the
only straight guy there, and now he was the only invisible guy there.
Steve had all the girls looking for men, and the gay guy, Lance by the
way, had all the girls looking for a confidant. Dave was the not too good
looking odd man out, ignored, well...avoided. Dave struggled with every
single aspect of the class, from simple manicure work, to just keeping a
clean station. God forbid he actually had to start cutting hair, Dave was
sure he would scalp someone.
"Having trouble, D?" Dave heard from behind his shoulder at the nail
polish practice station.
Dave looked at the fake hand he was practicing on, it's nails sort of
painted. Sort of, as in, it looked like someone spilled a can of paint
and dirt on them. All clumpy and horrid.
"No...no problem, Steve-O."
"That's Steve, chief."
"Right," said Dave, "Sorry, Steve." Dave felt like he was back in grade
school, under the shadow of a bully.
"Hey, you know Becky right?"
Dave knew Becky. She was queen head turner. Every hair in place, every
bit of make up smooth and perfect. Her beauty only second to Ms. Rainer.
"Sure, why?"
"Because I fucked her last night. Jesus D, that chick is fucking crazy.
She fucking loved it every way I could give it to her. It was awesome D."
Dave knew Steve was showing off. Dave knew he shouldn't be jealous, but
he was. There was no helping that.
"Gee, Steve. How great for you," Dave dead panned.
"What the fuck, D. You jealous, cause no one wants your fat ass? Don't
get a attitude, pal. I don't want to have any trouble with you."
A few heads were turning, watching the emasculation of Dave. Dave just
lowered his head.
"Okay, Steve. Sorry man," Dave said as he slinked away, beaten. His plan
ruined by a bully. The kind of thing that should have ended in high
school was happening again, and Dave hated it. He felt beaten, and
decided it was time to cancel his plans and get back to his couch and
Pizza.
Dave opened his locker, and started emptying it's sparse contents into
his rucksack. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned, expecting Steve.
What his eyes took in though was the walking wet dream of Ms. Rainer.
"Are you leaving David?" God, he loved this woman.
"Yeah, I'm just not cut out for this kind of thing. I can't do a thing
right, and I just don't fit in."
"That's true, but things can change. You just need a little push, a
little remedial instruction."
Dave looked into her bottom-of-the-ocean blue eyes, lost in their depths.
"I could spend some time with you, one-on-one. And I think in no time,
you'll be at the top of the class."
One on one? Dave couldn't believe his ears.
"That sounds great Ms. Rainer. Do you really think I can turn around?"
Ms. Rainer laughed, her melodic voice making Dave's skin shiver, his ears
sigh, and his soul sing.
"Call me Kathy, David. And I think a few sessions alone with me and
you'll be a whole new person. We can do your first training session after
class today, okay? Just stick it out a few hours."
Dave was pretty sure he could stick it out a few lifetimes for her.
The rest of the day went by in a fast haze of daydreams, the clocks hand
turning closer to Dave being alone with....her. If there was ever a more
perfect way for his failing plan to turn around this was it. Sure Steve
could have the hot little Becky. But if Dave can get into Kathy's bed,
Dave will return to the top of the Alpha male order, big gut and all. And
he was already coming up with a plan. Dave always had a plan.
Dave arrived at Kathy's address 10 minutes early. He brought italian take
out, and a bottle of wine. He hoped it wasn't too much, too fast, but if
he played it cool, it would work. Dave knocked on the door, and waited.
He concentrated on keeping his breath even, playing the evenings plan
through his head.
The door opened, and Dave's plan fell from thought as the vision of his
Goddess came into view. She was dressed in a stunning dress, sparkling
and perfect. Her hair done up, her smile radiant. She invited Dave in,
and as he walked by her, smelling her perfume, he thought it was a
miracle he didn't die of a heart attack right there. The night went
smooth, with Kathy showing him little tricks and tips on how to do things
right in class, she was charming, flirty. What she was seeing in him Dave
couldn't fathom, but he wasn't complaining.Things were going great, and
Dave loved it when a plan came together.
Kathy left for the kitchen and brought out two glasses of the wine he
brought, and sat down next to him on the couch. They laughed and talked
about little nothings, and as Dave drank his first sip of wine, he
thought about his first mistake...the wine was horrible! Thank god Kathy
hadn't sipped hers yet, Dave had to get her to...Jesus it was hot in
here, he thought. Kathy was looking into his eyes, her deep deep blue
eyes looking like they were studying him. The room around them spun, as
he stared into the depths of those perfect eyes, eyes that seemed to
sweep up and to the right. Dave didn't even feel the floor as he fell of
the couch. His last thought before his world went dark was how soft
Kathy's feet looked.
Dreams floated in Dave's head. Not making sense, fragments of thought.
And yet behind it all a voice. Her voice. His Goddess. Her voice a beacon
in the mish-mash hodgepodge of dreams. He couldn't understand her words,
but they washed over his soul just the same. Dave was putty. She was the
sculptor's hand. Daves swirling mind began to focus. He was in a field.
It was green, lush, beautiful. He turned around and there she was. His
Dream. His Goddess.... A soft voice rolled over his brain....no...his
Mistress. She walked closer, growing taller and more regal with every
step. Exuding power out of every curve, he felt weak in her presence. He
could still hear her voice, even though her lips didn't move. Soft and
just out of comprehension. He just stared at his Mistress. Her perfect
body, her perfect clothes. He reached out to her, and stopped dead. He
noticed his own hand, it nails long and perfectly manicured. His mistress
just smiled as he looked at his hands in horror. His nails seemingly
painting themselves deep red right before his eyes.
His mistress waved her hand and Dave just knew, in the way everyone knows
things in dreams, that something was behind him. He turned and saw a huge
mirror, the type which may hang in some ancient scottish castle.. but
this one hung in the air. Dave would be more interested in the mirror, if
it wasn't for what the mirror showed him. He saw himself, but he was
wearing his Mistresses dress, Her shoes, Her bracelet, Her necklace. It
looked ridiculous on him, his fat body stretching and deforming it. He
could see Her behind him. He could hear the lull of that voice melting
into his being. She walked up behind him and placed her hands on his
head, as she moved them about his scalp, his hair grew spectacularly,
bright, golden blonde. Her hands moved to his shoulders, kneading and
molding as if he was clay, and when she moved her hands to his rather
large midsection, what was left of his shoulders was small and trim, and
looked perfect with the straps of the dress. She pushed and squeezed at
his belly, shaping it to feminine ideal, She pushed excess flesh down to
his hips, stretching them to a perfect hourglass figure. Dave stood
unable to move, watching his Mistress mold him, change him. She pushed
more of his ample midsection up to his chest, molding two very perfect,
perky breasts. She gently used her finger and thumb to mold thick perky
nipples. Dave just stared, not able to move, but unafraid. The soothing
voice in the air continued to sooth him, and mold his soul as his
Mistress molded his body. She caressed and shaped his thick hairy legs,
quickly shaping them into long sexy stems. She came around to his front
then, blocking the mirror, and knelt down. Dave could feel her working on
his penis, but he couldn't see. He could feel her push his cock inside
himself, the sensation so very weird, yet familiar. Dave knew he should
be shocked, but the soothing voice assured him deep down, everything is
alright.
As his Mistress stood and began rubbing his face with her perfect
fingers, Dave looked into her eyes, her powerful eyes. He noticed her eye
shadow. He really liked how she tapered it at the edges, making it seem
so subtle, yet perfectly striking. He wondered how she did it, it would
look so cool on him. He also noticed how her lipstick complimented her
skin tone so perfectly. He wondered if She would help him coordinate a
good color palette for him. His Mistress stopped her sculpting, and moved
out of the way of the mirror. What Dave saw was a woman of absolute
perfection. Second only to his Mistress. Dave took in how his breasts
made his dress stretch just right, how his shoes looked soooo cute on his
little feet. Suddenly a vanity appeared next to the mirror, and Dave knew
he had to sit and make himself up. His hands did their own thing, moving
on their own accord. Foundation, shadow, lip color, tweezing....all so
easy so natural. Dave was very pleased how it turned out...the voice
still in the background assuring him, guiding him...
Kathy was amazed how fast Dave fell into a trance, the drugs in his wine
working their magic quickly. She had been whispering into his ear now for
an hour, planting thoughts, ideas. She knew the old ways, the real magick
of the earth. Not the new age crap practiced by angsty teens in Salem,
Massachusetts. And as his self image shifted, her magick made his very
body shift to match. She had done this before many times, and it still
amazed her as her prey's bodies shifted and changed before her, and soon
what had been a nebbish, disgusting little man was now a soft sensual
creature. But she still had work to do. She leaned closer and began the
real fun part...
Dave walked across the field, looking at butterflies and deer, when the
Voice began again. He strained to understand it, but it seemed to skip
right past his ears, and talk right to his inner soul. The grass around
him shortened, softened....became something different...carpet. Her
turned around, maneuvering expertly in his 4 inch heels, as walls formed
in his dream. He was in a room, a small room. A Bed appeared, as well as
a chest, and his vanity. The bed was bright and cheery, with a canopy.
Pictures began to appear on the dresser and walls. Pictures of him with
his family. Pictures of him in his cheer uniform. Posters of boy bands,
and celebrities adorned the walls. A closet full of bright, sexy clothes
appeared. It was a room of a teen girl. And as the room filled, so did
Daves head. Memories began to flood into him, memories of school, of his
family.
He remembered his boyfriends, his girlfriends. He smiled as he remembered
being voted cheer captain, he remembered his first time. How nervous he
was, how nervous his boyfriend was, and how it hurt, and was over far too
quickly, but not before it felt wonderful. Dave remembered the many many
boys she had after that, every one of them different and exciting. He
remembered not being able to get enough. He...He? Who was he? He couldn't
remember...the voice softly removing his male memories as his female ones
took hold. He walked to his nightstand and looked at a yearbook. All the
signatures inside were written to "Candi"....Candi...yeah.
She was Candi.
Well, Candace to her mom and all, but Candi to the world. Candi watched
as her room began to morph again. The posters disappeared, and became
framed pictures of flowers and landscapes. Her bed changed, the canopy
vanishing, her cottony bright sheets becoming silken burgandy ones. The
ceiling became mirrored. Her closet enlarged, and the clothes inside
became downright racy. Candi loved them all, especially the Vinyl
miniskirts and lycra halters. She swooned over the growing shoe
collection, and giggled when the PVC stripper shoes appeared, she
remembered how much she loved wearing those when she got fucked. Her room
was becoming that of a very well sexed young woman, the yearbook becoming
a dildo, her books becoming skin mags, filled with hot guys....Candi
shook her head...Guys? She didn't like guys...She was a guy....the voice
continued to roll in the background, pushing down her mental rebellion.
Silly her, she thought. I'm a guy...yeah right! Candi looked into her
mirror, running her hands past her tits, and over her hips. I'm all
woman, baby, she thought. As the rest of her room finished it's change
into a sex den, more memories flooded her mind.
How she began to fail out of school, and began sleeping with her teachers
for grades. Mr. Anderson, her biology teacher really liked what she could
do with her tongue on his biology...Candi giggled at that thought. She
remembered her first blowjob, and how surprised she was at how damned
good his cum had tasted. Candi sat on her bed as her mind filled with
thoughts of sex. She remembered her first time in the ass, and as the
memory filled her mind, her body followed suit, her anus taking on scar
tissue, and stretching a bit. She thought of how the same guy also had
the most wonderful cock, just the right size...which was huge. She
remembered her first tattoo, as a butterfly appeared on her ankle. She
remembered how after high school, she dropped out of community college
and began stripping. She told her mom she was in "entertainment" It was
good fun work, and even though Candi wasn't the brightest girl, she
always had a plan. And her plans usually were centered on her need for a
steady supply of men. She reached to her nightstand and grabbed her
vibrator. She laid back and slowly inserted it into her vagina. She loved
the mirrored ceiling, she always got a thrill from watching herself
getting fucked. She reveled in the sensations as she pushed it in and
out, and she began to moan...
Kathy was pushing her fingers in and out of her new prey's new pussy as
she whispered into her ears. She was almost done changing gross little
Dave into perfect beautician Candi. Beautiful, Sexy, Dumb, Slutty,
everything a good stylist should be, at least every good stylist who
worked for her. The hottest sluttiest girls brought in the most money.
Women come to them in hopes of looking like them...men come to them in
hopes of fucking them...perfect. Almost done. She was hot. Sexy. And well
on her way to dumb and slutty...
Candi was reaching orgasm as she kneaded her breasts...breasts? The voice
molded her thoughts....Her mom said breasts...she called them titties,
boobs, fuckbags, moneymakers....breasts....Candi giggled. I am starting
to sound like mom, she thought. Her dildo thrusted in and out of her
pussy as she began to shudder, her orgasm building to a peak. Her eyes
rolled back in her head, and she cried out. As she came down from her
high, she rolled over to put the dildo back, the weight of her smallish
breasts began to grow. Memories of her three boobjobs filled her, each
one bigger than the last, trying to be the best stripper in the house.
Her breasts ballooned out, the underside of each forming the scar from
the operation. Candi sat up and cradled her wonderful titties, expensive,
yeah, but oh so very worth it. Guys, like, so loved to titty fuck her.
And she, Like, Loved it too. Candi tried to think, but the voice had
already began to dumb her down, finishing the touches on a perfectly
sexy, dumb little slut of a valley girl. A hot little fuckbunny, totally
loyal to her Mistress, and aching to get fucked...Candi saw her Mistress
in her room....her room looked funny...her room looked.....
Kathy watched as Candi's eyes fluttered open, bright and emerald green,
but devoid of any real intelligence. Candi blinked and looked around,
stopping to focus on Kathy.
"Mistress, I'm sorry, I must have, like, fell asleep!" Candi said.
"Well, extra lessons are hard on you, Candi. Maybe we can continue
tomorrow in class, besides you have your hot date tonight."
Candi giggled, remembering her date with Steve. That hottie had the right
stuff, all right. She remembered not being able to peel her eyes of of
his bulge all day. Candi always had a plan, and her Mistress had helped
her put this one together. If things went right, that hot studmuffin
should be fucking her silly within the hour. Her Mistress was so good to
her, her classes, her job, even her wonderful sex den of an apartment
were because of Her. And now she was going to get the hottest guy ever to
fuck her. The doorbell rang, and Candi began to fidget with her hair as
she grabbed her purse and head for the door.
"I'll, like, see ya tomorrow, Mistress! K?"
"Okay Candi, remember what I taught you, girl! Men love a blowjob first
thing on a date!"
"Like, sure thing Mistress" Candi smiled, "I love a BJ first thing too!"
Candi answered the door, and swooned. Steve was a God among men. Tall,
strong. His muscles, his style...he was just perfect. Steve offered Candi
some flowers, and she took them and took his arm, looking back to smile
at her Mistress, grateful that She set this date up for her. Steve opened
the car door for her, and she sat down, smoothing out her skirt. As Steve
put the car into gear, Candi pulled at his zipper and freed his amazingly
perfect cock. Candi pulled her hair back and lowered her mouth onto his
cock, licking and sucking it to a full, wonderful erection. She loved
sucking cock, it was so fun....and so tasty. Steve was already beginning
to coat her tongue with pre-cum. He pulled the car over, and pushed his
seat back. Candi knew just what to do, and as she straddled his cock,
pulling her panties to one side, Steve began to grab at her huge tits. As
Candi lowered her steaming pussy onto Steves cock, her lips parting and
stretching as he filled her, she smiled. She might not be the smartest
girl in class, but she loved it when a plan came together.
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