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Cocooned
By EF666
Chapter 3
"Three. Two. Annnnnnnnnd one... OK, take off the robe then open your
eyes."
I finally got to see the result of Collette's hard work. No doubt about
it, she had worked some kind of magic. The woman looking back at me in the
mirror had sex written all over her. More like painted, powdered and dyed
all over her actually. If I still had a dick I'd have shot a stream of cum
so strong it would have shatter that mirror.
So this was the newly lesbian Collette's dream woman. I guess she'd never
given the idea much thought before and this is what she came up with...
There was only one way to describe my new look: I was a bimbo. I was a
spectacular, stunning, alluring, dazzling, radiant bimbo. My hair had been
a dark blonde before, but now it was bright, creamy, shiny platinum with
some strategically placed pink streaks and even a few black streaks that
helped make the whole style stand out in three dimensions. I had long
bangs that seemed to start halfway up my head, rise up a little then rest
above my new thin eyebrows. The rest of my hair was a giant swingy mass of
curls and waves with a pink bow perched on the curls right where the bangs
began.
I shook my head left and right and back again to watch my hair move and
fall right back into place as if it knew exactly where it wanted to go.
The movement of my hair against my naked shoulders felt luxurious and even
the smell of the hairspray was heavenly. I was afraid to touch it, not
wanting to disturb the beautiful style.
Then I noticed my face. I'd never known how much of a difference a woman's
makeup could have on her appearance. Before makeup I was radiant, but it
was a natural look. There was nothing natural about my face now: It was
all about glamour and sex. My lips were a deep, shiny pink and somehow
they looked bigger than they had before. For a fleeting second I thought
they looked like they should be wrapped around a giant cock but I quickly
pushed that idea aside.
Even my eyes looked bigger. I had long, thick eyelashes that Collette had
extended using her magic tools, a thin rim of dark eyeliner all around and
dramatic pink and purple eye shadow. The shading also matched my new long
fingernails. All of that in combination with my bright blue eyes spelled
bimbo.
I started giggling about how utterly girly I looked. I wasn't a slutty
bimbo, I was a very, very sweet one. I pictured myself slowly sucking a
lollipop just to tease. The fact that I was standing there naked with my
huge tits actually took something away from the experience. I should have
been wearing tight cutoffs with a low-cut strained baby-t shirt that
exposed the bottoms of my breasts and had the nipples threatening to rip
through the fabric. There'd be some suggestively sexy saying on the shirt
and I'd happily give everyone a close up view.
Plus I'd have some high heeled shoes of some kind that would help call
attention to my incredible legs. Was I thinking of pumps, mules, stilettos
or something else entirely? I realized at that moment I knew absolutely
nothing about women's shoes. In that regard at least I was still all male.
I realized I was missing jewelry as well. I thought about the kind of
jewelry that bimbos like the new me favored and I came up with a big list.
I figured I should have some giant hoop earrings, big shiny rings on my
fingers, lots of bracelets, an ankle bracelet or two, a necklace with a
heart pendant that would rest on top of my tits drawing everyone's eyes
right where I'd want them, a navel ring on my flat belly, perhaps a tiny
diamond stud in one nostril, though I wasn't a particular fan of visible
facial piercings, and to finish it all off, a tongue stud to better
pleasure my lovers. I also thought a little bit about nipple rings, though
my with my nipples they'd have to be some large rings.
I'd been commanded to keep my eyes on my reflection, though that was
entirely unnecessary. I would have voluntary stood there staring at myself
until I collapsed from exhaustion. I knew Collette was watching so I
decided to give her a show. I shook my shoulders to make my tits swing,
then bent my knees a bit and gyrated my hips. I reached between my legs
and realized that I had literally been dripping. Every contact with my
pussy from my long fingernails brought waves of joy.
"Oh, no you don't," I heard from behind me. "Your job is to please *me*
tonight. Stop that right now and stand up straight." No force on earth
other than my inability to resist her command could make me stop
pleasuring myself. Agonizingly I did what I was told. My pleas to let me
continue were ignored.
"OK, close your eyes one more time," she said and I did. I heard her
approach then move around in front of me. Mercifully she didn't drag
things out this time. "Open 'em now," she said, and there was Collette
right in front of me.
When I saw what she had done to herself I had an orgasm on the spot. She'd
turned herself into my dream woman, just as I'd described earlier. Her
hair was now black, cut longer on the top and sides, ending just below her
jaw, and a little shorter in the back. She had thick, blunt bangs giving
her a serious look and while it had a lot of volume and height, not a hair
was out of place. I had even more appreciation for Collette's skills,
knowing she could cut, color and style her own hair like that as well as
do her own makeup.
Where I was shiny and practically made from glitter, Collette absorbed
light. Her eyeliner was thick and extended well beyond the ends of her
eyes. Her eyelids were dark, her lips an incredibly dark shade of red,
with not a single hint of gloss to them.
This was a woman who looked like she would take charge in any situation
and was not to be trifled with. I pictured her in a corset like I'd
pictured on my dream woman. My lust had completely taken over. I think I
might have been drooling a bit at that point.
I looked into Collette's eyes and instantly knew what she wanted, and what
she wanted was to make me worship her. Perhaps it was better for me that I
no longer had a dick. I'd be afraid that she'd break it.
When she spoke she did so clearly and succinctly, oozing sexuality the
whole time. "You have total control over yourself again. You can speak and
move on your own." She'd freed me but I still didn't move. I wanted her to
ravage me but her attitude said that she was in charge and if anyone was
going to make the first move it would be her.
Thankfully I didn't have to wait long. Collette walked over to me, put her
left arm around my waist, put her right hand behind my neck then moved in
for a kiss. She had moved in to take the dominant position, supporting me
from behind my back as she forced my head to tilt back while she mashed
her lips against mine.
We must have kissed for five straight minutes, though that wasn't quite
true. She was driving her tongue into my mouth, practically threatening to
crush my head between her hand behind my head and her lips. Any time I
tried to initiate movement or even change position she would wordlessly
assert herself and take over. She'd made it clear that she was in charge
and I was expected to follow her lead. She took my hands and placed them
over her breasts, then put her hands behind mine and started massaging her
own breasts with my hands. I appreciated that she wasn't commanding me to
do what she wanted or forcing me to be her submissive little bimbo. I was
doing all of this willingly and loving every moment of it.
For the next hour and a half we had hot lesbian sex all over her salon.
Actually, it was more like Collette making me pleasure her the whole time.
Nothing she did was intended for my pleasure unless it turned her on as
well, such as pulling on my nipples or lightly stroking my pussy to keep
my level of arousal piqued. Much like a rider on a horse, she would move
her hips faster or slower to indicate whether I should go faster or
slower. She would frequently turn my head toward a mirror so I could watch
myself which turned me on even more.
When she'd finally had enough she took me by the hand to one of the salon
chairs and had me sit in it. She had me raise my legs so that they hung
over the arms of the chair then made me slide down the chair a little bit
so my pussy was on display to the world. A stern glare made it clear that
I was not to move. She stood in front of me, looking sweaty and a little
drained but just as composed as she'd been when we started, then looked in
a mirror and took a minute to fix her hair which had barely been mussed at
all. Her makeup had remained perfect as well.
Collette started running her long nails all over my body, making me
tremble. She played with my nipple and breasts, mashing them against one
another and pulling on my nipples until they started to hurt. Eventually
she got to my pussy and used those nails again to drive me crazy. My mind
was swimming. All of our activity had been in silence up until now,
interrupted only by Collette's moan and shrieks of pleasure, but I
couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Fuck me," I cried. "Please fuck me! I need it now!" This was the moment
that she had been leading me towards all night. She walked around the
chair and started kissing me again, practically raping my mouth with her
tongue. With her free hand she took one of my hands and placed it on my
pussy. Keeping her hand behind mine she guided my hand all over, in and
out, pushing my fingers in and out while rarely letting me even come up
for air.
I was fucking myself. Collette actually stepped away, content to just
watch at that point. She swung my chair around so I could watch myself in
the mirror as I played with my pussy and tits. The makeup she had used on
me must have used some kind of sealant or somehow soaked into the skin
because it barely looked smudged at all. My hair was another story though.
The bow had rotated ninety degrees and was several inches from where it
had began. My bangs pointed in several directions at once and my formerly
perfect curly waves, looked more like a lifeless silvery blob, though
still a sexy lifeless silvery blob.
At long last I reached the ultimate climax. My back arched high and my
pussy started squirting furiously. The floodgates were wide open. The
pleasure came in waves and I was powerless to stop them. Every part of me
was alive, as if I had my fingers in an electrical socket. From the corner
of my eyes I saw Collette watching me, her severe look having given way to
a sweet grin, one she'd been holding back for a couple of hours now.
Normalcy returned slowly with the spasms getting weaker and weaker and the
spurting having dried up. I collapsed back into the chair, trying to catch
my breath.
Collette came back over to me and just held my hand. I looked up into her
smiling eyes and thanked her for the wonderful present. It wasn't exactly
how I'd ever envisioned my fantasy playing out, then again, how often does
the reality exceed the fantasy like mine had?
A moment later Collette went to the mini-fridge behind the reception desk
and got us each a bottle of water. She joked the she was merely thirsty
while I must be nearly dehydrated after the show I put on. I proved it was
no joke when she had to get me another bottle thirty seconds later.
The water rejuvenated me and I found the strength to stand up on my wobbly
legs. Collette and I hugged and held each other gently. It was going to
end soon but what an adventure it had been.
To be continued...
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