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Tuck sat in the salon chair, staring at himself in the huge mirror in front of him. He still wore the very tight little rubber panties, his penis was still very artfully arranged, and his boy clit was still very much exposed. But his previous near nudity was now hidden, or mostly hidden, with a very sheer silk robe, loosely tied with a pink sash around the waist. And his bottom felt... squishy. His legs, however, still looked fantastic. He crossed his ankles in a very feminine way just to see how they would look. If it had been possible, they would have given him some certain eruptive excitement, but his little toy was well trapped, forbidden to escape in that direction. The other chairs in the salon were occupied as well, but each separated by some significant space, and each station had a crew of three attendants. It was a very plush and private world of pampering for the rich, and... Well, he kept wondering what he was doing there. Having been escorted from the massage rooms to the salon by Debbie, who could not keep a smile off her face, he was left to his own devices while she went off to conspire with the crew that would be working on him, no doubt continuing to plan his impending doom, or just further doom. Her words, "I'll be back," were no less foreboding than when he had first heard the words uttered in a movie, and they were far less hopeful. She was no doubt laying out the next element in her day of terror for him, and he was still in no position to bring about any kind of resistance to her plans, being only a phone call away from the massive security officer intercepting his masquerade, the end of Jake's friendship, and potentially jail. His only hope was that her plan of his punishment and retribution would not go that far without raising some negative notice from Jake. It seemed he carried some weight at the club. He looked around the room for a clock, as it seemed time had come to a complete standstill. How long had he been at the Greenbrier? Just long enough for his life to change, seemed to be the answer. It felt like it was time for Jake to call again. ----------- The phone rang. His phone, and he knew it was Jake. His mouth was still sticky from the huge load of cum that had pooled in his mouth. Jason's softening cock no longer filled his mouth, but his jaws were still a bit sore from the heretofore unknown exercise that he had just been through. The second ring. "You want me to get that sweetheart?" Jason touched Tuck's puffy cheek, the result of the internal fullness of his recent erection, waiting for an answer. Tuck was trying to get over the feeling of having had a man's cock in his mouth. The taste of sperm was all the evidence he needed to prove to himself that he had. What was Jake going to say? He didn't want to speak to him at the moment, so he simply nodded to Jason who then stepped over to the side table and picked up the phone. "Hi Jake... yes... right here." Tuck watched Jason walk away from the table and out of sight, his large, wet cock swinging between his legs, glistening from Tuck's attentions. He was unable to hear Jason's voice, as his volume was reduced by the distance between them as he had a private word with Jake. Eventually he came back into sight, still on the phone. "Yes... Just give me a second... We've had quite a session. Is this really her first time? Tuck could not hear the other side of the conversation since Jason was not sharing it on the open speaker as Debbie had. He walked back over to Tuck and stood next to him, stroking his hair absently, his naked cock pressed against Tuck's cheek. It was still slick from Tuck's attentions. Jason lifted his cock and again placed it on Tuck's lip, pressing the soft flesh forward, urging Tuck to open and allow him entrance. Jason was not taking no for an answer and reached down and pinched Tuck's nose softly, but firmly. Tuck didn't wait to be out of breath, but opened his mouth and let Jason's soft cock past his lips once again. Tuck was not sure, but it seemed more natural the second time. Jason was enjoying the feeling of Tuck nursing on his limp dick, and resumed stroking Tuck's hair and his conversation with Jake. Tuck spaced out as he was forced to clean the meaty member being thrust in his mouth. He collected a fair amount of fluid again, leaking still from Jason's spent cock, his mouth filling with a mixture of spittle and sperm. He was wondering if he was ever going to get relief from sucking the monstrosity clean when Jason thrust the phone in his direction. Tuck had no option left now but to swallow again. His tongue brought the fluid to the back of his mouth, moving the mixed pudding around with his tongue, not so much to savor the taste but to work up the courage. He could taste the thick soup again, slightly salty and bitter. It was the consistency, and warmth, and the knowing of where it came from that shocked his senses, elevating the texture, smell, the taste, the fullness, and the sense of the forbidden. Was it a rare caviar, or the leavings on a bathroom floor? He choose to think of the silver chalice, trying to make the best of a bad situation. He closed his eyes and let the sweet cream slide down his throat, one then two swallows. What he would give for a glass of water. He took the phone. "Hi Jake." ----------- Debbie was walking back to the chair, her iPad in one hand and a glass of water in the other, the ice tinkling against the sides. She was smiling, which was definitely not a good sign. She stood in front of Tuck and blocked his view of the mirror. She was a beautiful woman, for an evil witch, but so was Maleficent and every other witch that Tuck could think of at the moment. He marveled at her perfect hair and flawless make up. She would make any man pant. "I would ask how your spa day is going, but since I've arranged most of it, your answer is moot. But right now it's about choices." Tuck looked up into her green eyes and watched as she brushed back a lock of her auburn hair, so soft and the color of a rare wood. Was she holding another poison apple behind her back? "I have a number of choices for this afternoon, all of which are yours to decide upon." Tuck was motionless. Choices, bad to worse he was sure. "They have your nails already soaking I see," she said holding the glass of water in her hands, the iPad pressed close to her chest. He looked down at his hands, resting in the two dishes. Arranging a dish under each hand was the first thing his team of attendees had done before they left him to conspire with the witch. He had to admit that biting them occasionally was not the best sort of nail care regime, and a manicure might not be a terrible idea. "So your choice is..." Tuck felt like he was suddenly transported to a game show, and he was about to pick door number one or two. Behind one of them was a new car, a vacation to Hawaii and a wad of cash, and behind the other a broken clock radio. In this case, with the choices coming from the witch, he was sure that either choice would end with him in a dark hole. So many dark holes he could consider, the question was just how deep. ------------ "Here honey, Jake wants to speak to you," he said standing close, letting his cock slap against Tuck's closed lips. Tuck looked at the phone in his hand, his mouth still tasting of Jason's warm and generous gift, afraid of the voice that would come out of his mouth after Debbie's vocal cord modification. "Hi Jake." It was the same little girl voice. "Tuck, is that you?" The voice came out over the speaker, evidently Jason had switched modes as he handed him the phone. "Yes, it's me, Jake." "You sound funny, must be the connection. I thought I was talking to a 13 year old girl for a second." "I think I'm a little hoarse, too." "From all that moaning under Jason's fingers, I'm sure. "He's very experienced, yes?" Jason laughed out loud. Tuck looked over at Jason and tried to laugh too. "Yes, he is very experienced." "Jason wanted to know if that was your first time." Tuck looked over at Jason again and made a face that he knew Jason could not see but hoped he could feel. "Yes, that was my first time... for a massage." So many firsts today. ----------- Debbie looked down at her screen. "We have you scheduled for a manicure... first." She lifted his hand out of the goo for second and then let the hand drop back down. "And you really need one, too. Have you ever had one before?" The question hung in the air unanswered, but the answer was fairly obvious. "No matter, you need one." Tuck silently agreed. "Well let's see, we have hundreds of options here, but I have picked out two." Tuck knew that neither option would have been something that he would have selected from the list, but he was in no position at the moment to offer an opinion. "Choice one, we call it fairy princess. We usually only offer it to the under 5 crowd, when a parent brings their child in with them; we have special family days on occasion. So "Fairy Princess" ... we clean up your nails until they look fabulous, and then once we have them looking wonderful, we paint them with a lush glow in the dark pink, and iron coat them. You know how little girls are just so very rough on their hands, playing in the dirt and all? Well, an iron coat will just not chip or break, and will stay on for months. Oh, and we add a sprinkling of sparkles... Fairy dust..." she smiled. "But we don't add anything to your nail length, we just trim them until they look nice." "Pink?" "Yes, it's just so little girl. I've never had anyone over five ever ask for it. But there's always a first time," she laughed. It was her witch laugh. It so suited her. "Choice number two is the Lady Anne. Here we get your nails corrected and prepared, then add half inch nail extensions for better detail." She saw Tuck's puzzled expression and continued her spiel. "Let me explain. Each of your nails will be exactly one half inch past the tips of your fingers. The extensions are exclusive to the club, latest nail tech. I'm not going to bore you with polymer science that you probably wouldn't understand anyway, but they're unbreakable. Yes we color them, but with a more natural color. No little girl pink. Though I have to warn you," she smiled, "it will take a while to get used to half inch nails." Tuck thought quickly... pink bubble gum and sparkles, and glow in the dark... or half inch nails. His nails had grown that much at times before doing his self-manicure regime, so little girl sparkles or natural color, this one was easy. Other choices... not so. ------------ Tuck was not sure if the camera on the phone was active or not, and he licked his lips in case any of Jason's cum was still visibly coating them. He tasted the remnants of cream again, and no large glops we're detected, but without a mirror that was as good as it was going to get. He sat up and let his bare legs hang over the edge of the table. "Jason tells me you've been good and very cooperative." "Yes, I told you I promised I would be on my best behavior." "That's good, because Debbie was not so sure, and she carries a lot of weight at the club. If you piss her off and get excluded... Well, that's an embarrassment I will not accept." Tuck begin to panic. What had the witch told on him? "No, I've done everything she asked and have been nothing but cooperative." "You sure?" "Yes, she's in charge and I'm following everything she says." "Honey," Jake was using affectionate terms more frequently, and in this case Tuck welcomed them, "I'm just giving you fair warning about Debbie." "Yes sir." Tuck didn't know where that came from, but it was accepted without comment. "Jason said he thought you were enjoying your massage." "Oh yes I am." Tuck was glad to be changing the subject. "Jason is very skilled." "His hands are like magic, aren't they?" "Oh yes." "They're large, too. Who do you think has larger hands, me or Jason?" Jason laughed when he heard the question, knowing the implication Jake was making. "Jason's hands are quite large," he said as Jason lewdly lifted his cock in his hand, showing Tuck it's impressive size. Tuck smiled, looking at the now soft but still enormous monster, a Goliath in comparison to his David, especially since his own member looked more like a Juliet at the present. "But I think your hands still might be larger." The insinuation was obvious to Jason who stroked his cock encouraging his prize horse to show its colors again. 'But I haven't seen yours yet,' thought Tuck, who most certainly didn't want to say that out loud. Thankfully Jake changed the subject. "Jason said he enjoyed you as well." "That's nice," Tuck said watching Jason's cock rise again slowly. "He said he looks forward to your future visits, which is good, as I think highly of Jason. I think of him as a friend." "I think he's very nice, too." "Well, he mentioned that you and Debbie had requested some special treatment. I don't know what that might be, but if Debbie thinks it's a good idea... " He left the rest unsaid. Tuck figured that if Debbie thought it was a good idea, it was probably not going to be a very pleasant experience for him. "Jason also wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go with a heavy, deep massage or just a light touch. I told him to go as deep as possible, it's the only way you can get the full benefit of his hands." The decision already made, Tuck thought it best to agree. "Oh yes, a deep massage would be best." "As deep and hard as she can stand, you hear that Jason?" "Yes, Jake, I will take care of our little girl." Jake laughed at the continuing joke of Tuck being run around the club with the name tag declaring him as Mary Anne. "Yes, do that. My 'girl' and I have a date tonight," he laughed again, "and I want 'her' nice and relaxed." "Jake, I'm not sure you..." but Tuck was cut off by the sound of Jake's voice. "These figures look good, but let's combine revenues for Royce and Gilbert." Jake was obviously talking to someone else in the background, completely ignoring Tuck's attempt to clear up what Debbie had planned for him. It was evident that Tuck was not going to get another opportunity when Jake said, "I have to go, you be a good 'girl' now, Mary Anne," he chuckled. "Call you later." The phone went dead again, and the picture that came on this time was of a fairy princess complete with wings. Jake had a sense of humor, and perhaps either foresight or planning. ----------- No, not fairy princess, for sure. Tuck looked at his new nails, still shaking his head. It was like looking at someone else's hands; beautiful, sexy, immaculate, rich, but certainly not his. The process had been quick and painless, as it had only taken about 30 minutes. They had put headphones on him, and the soft music made him close his eyes and drift off while his attendants had worked their magic. There was a lot of "tsking" and shaking their heads and saying very negative things for some minutes before the first positive comment. His biting and shearing and not attending to his cuticles, nail beds, and other technical nail items he had no idea even existed, were slowly being repaired, rebuilt, modeled or whatever, but soon it seemed their ministration had turned a disaster of horrendous proportions into a least a manageable state , one that was recoverable. "Oh, quite an improvement." Debbie had stepped back in as the last coat of sealer was being applied. "You don't ever have to worry about your nails again; we'll correct any flaw that might occur over time, as long as you're the new Marsha." ----------- "Funny thing, but Marsha enjoyed this too." Jason was now moving around the room getting the next session readied. "Marsha enjoyed what?" Tuck asked. "We played, too," Jason responded, not answering the question directly. "She was talented as well, a bit more experienced than you, and she made Mr. Johnson very happy. But she loved her deep, long and sensual anal massages. She liked being opened like a flower before a date with Jake." Tuck was not sure he wanted to be opened like a flower. In fact, he was sure that he wanted to avoid that scenario altogether. "Yes Marsha," he continued, "also liked this special procedure. She loved the way it opened her up, for Jake, of course." Tuck was not sure how to take this new piece of information. Surely Jake was not expecting any interaction like that with him. Jake knew that Tuck was not that way at all, he was all guy. Nevertheless, the new information was most unsettling to Tuck. "We should continue, as I know you have an appointment in the salon in an hour. So roll over and let's get you situated for your special treatment. We'll call it 'Getting a Marsha'," Jason laughed. Tuck did not. Please let's not call it that, Tuck said to himself. Tuck rolled over onto his tummy, waiting for further instructions. The rubberized panties that he wore exposed his bottom completely. Debbie's special tucking hid his package very effectively, leaving just a hint of his small manhood exposed. He put his arms under his head to get in a more comfortable position. "Okay, let's get you set up." Tuck thought he was already set. "Lift up that pretty butt," Jason said, sliding a large hard pillow under Tuck's tummy, lifting his bottom up and out. The comfort factor was rapidly diminishing. "That's good, now we add a little bit of air to it for support." Tuck heard the air rush into the pillow as it inflated, lifting his bottom even higher with his head farther down. "That's got it. Now swing those knees out to the side." The table expanded, offering Tuck a purchase for each knee. Jason came around to the front of the table, his dick still out, naked and available. He adjusted a support under Tuck's head, dropping the table from under him. Tuck's head fell into the empty space. Down or up? "Uhhmm," Tuck said to the floor, his neck not able to lift up easily. "Up, please." "Ah yes, better to take care of Godzilla." "Godzilla? I thought you said his name was Mr. Johnson?" "Marsha named him Godzilla. I thought you'd like that name, too." The extension under Tuck's head rose up slowly until it was resting on a padded support. The table underneath began to rise and after a few inches of lift his face came level with Jason's naked monster. Jason moved a lever on the side of the table causing the arms under Tuck's knees to swing out to the side, spreading his legs. Tuck's bottom was now in a very open and exposed position, one that suited Jason's intentions perfectly. "So are you ready for your Marsha?" "I guess so." Tuck was getting use to the little girl voice emanating from his lips. "Good, that way you can check again to see who has the bigger hands, Jake or me?" He laughed. Yes, decisions. ------------ "I think your nails are just beautiful. I'm sure Jake will be pleased." Tuck looked again, not sure what Jake would think of the muted cream color, as smooth as glass on each of his fingers. His fingers looked thinner, too. He held his hand up, facing away, tilting left and right, seeing how the light played with the color. "Now you need to decide how we pierce your ears. I noticed you had one already done." Tuck touched his ear lobe where he had years ago thought that having a pierced ear would add to his coolness. It didn't. It had gotten infected and was quite red for several weeks. He had purchased several earrings over the years, thinking he would try again, but in truth he never had worn anything other than the initially installed silver stud for a few days until his ear had become so painful that he had to take it out. The array of choices lay abandoned in his top drawer, waiting the courage to open the holes again. Perhaps today was that day. "So my sweet, ersatz girl, your choices are as follows; in my right hand," she showed him a closed fist, "I hold four very pretty studs, two for each ear." Tuck thought this was going to be another easy choice, remembering the pain of the last insertion. "They have pink stones with gold filigree, one is smaller than the other, and they're a set. In the other I have just two, the earring is a set of three small hoops hanging together, also gold. They are quite lovely, if I do say so myself, as they are my design. They're about this size," she said holding the fist still closed but showing two fingers about an inch apart. She held her hands out in front again, like the guessing game "Which Hand". 'Yes, choices,' he thought hard, 'four holes or two? Small, easier to hide studs, or ones that would dangle and be more obvious?' "Oh, one more thing. In either case, after I pierce your ears, the earrings will be permanently affixed with a spot of super glue. We can change them on your next visit to the spa. He gazed back and forth between Debbie's right and left hand, each holding a choice that balanced out an equally bad position, the lesser evil impossible to discern. ----------- "See, that's much better. You're right at the perfect height," Jason said, sliding up into position again in front of Tuck's now raised lips. "I don't know, Jason..." The rest was unsaid as Jason lightly touched the sides of Tuck's nose, showing him that he could pinch it again to force the issue, but without physical pressure he was leaving the decision up to Tuck. "I want to feel those soft lips again, pretty girl." Tuck opened his mouth, allowing Jason to slide his cock once again past his lips. The warmth and intimacy flooded him deeper and more sudden than he could imagine possible. He felt a rush flow through his being, like a wave of electricity, as the hot flesh took him again. He let his tongue lick underneath, pulling a slight suction in and out, his hands hanging, not able to reach the spit slick monster, his lips doing all the work. "My sweet princess, your lips are so fucking hot, I could do this forever." Tuck heard the words and involuntarily let the monster invade deep, his nose buried in the soft fur of Jason's crotch. Holding there, he could feel the pulse, the urgency, as Jason pushed harder. It was as if the effort could fill Tuck any deeper, any fuller than he already was. Tuck pulled off, allowing sweet breath to refill his lungs, his mouth full of thick lube, and his spit coating Jason's hardness. His breath stopped for seconds as he enjoyed the forbidden feeling; the tip, a bulb of flesh just barely inserted, he licked it softly, waiting for the next command. Jason pulled free once again, wet, slick and still hard as iron. "Now my pet, let's get started with your special attentions." Tuck, his bottom raised, open and well readied with Debbie's previous preparations, watched the swinging cock disappear behind him. "Okay, sweet cheeks, do we start with the probe or fingers?" ----------- The gold rings swung from his ears, a slight tingle still radiating from the twin insertions. He turned his head left and then right, staring at them out of the corner of his eye to get a better view. There was no way they could be hidden. They dangled down in plain sight, the rings turning at each movement. "Just lovely," Debbie observed, reaching over and playing with the twin baubles, spinning the rings with her long finger, "they would have been my choice, too." "What am I supposed to say to Jake?" "Whatever you want. The earrings stay in, the super glue makes sure of that." Tuck shook his head and the rings tinkled together playing their own sweet music oblivious of the person wearing them. "We have many more decisions to make pretty boy." "Yes, I'm sure." ------------- "Fingers." "Oh yes, much more fun." Jason walked over to a sink and washed his hands carefully. "I like to work without gloves. The first thing we're going to do is what I call a wash out; it's really unique, my own invention," he laughed, "sort of a backward sewer." Tuck was getting more nervous by the second. Jason dried his hands walking back around in front of Tuck, his cock still very much in evidence and pushing into Tuck's face. Tuck opened his mouth and Jason nonchalantly let it slide past his lips. "Oh yes, so very sweet, Jake's a lucky guy." He pulled it out again and walked over to the wall to Tuck's left and pulled two tubes with him. "This is one is for the warm water flush, and this one is the sewer; in and out, fresh as a daisy in five minutes." He had walked back behind Tuck to his upraised rear end. "In you go." Tuck felt the tube entering his bottom, already well oiled. He didn't think he had a lot inside him as he had douched this morning. It was a douche, there was no kidding himself that it wasn't. And now more than ever, it was what it was. "The other hose is a bit bigger, but I used a lot of lube so it should slide in easier." Tuck felt the tip enter beside the water tube. It was much bigger and he felt Jason use some effort to get it into place. "Now we just squeeze a few times." Tuck heard the hand bulb compress, and each time the pressure in his bottom increased. "Let's see..." He felt Jason give a hard pull on the tubes and they stayed firmly embedded. "Good, nice tight fit... for now," he laughed. Tuck was very full; the tubes going into his bottom left him feeling like a lab experiment gone wrong. "So here is how it will go... The water goes in, you hold it, and then you'll hear a bell; that means you can push out. I'm sure you'll be pushing well before that, but the bell signals that the sewer is open, you push, it sucks too. This will go on for about five minutes, and then I will come in and turn it off and remove the tubes. It sounded just like an enema, and Tuck had many of those over the years. "Okay, sweet cheeks, I'll be back in five or ten, sweet dreams." The water flowed in slowly, and was indeed warm. The feelings of the slowly building pressure caused his trapped penis to try and get bigger, but the creams that Debbie used had equally diminished his ability to harden. The fullness and warmth were increasing, and then stopped, as did time. Tuck let his mind drift... the full feeling, the special pressure, the heat, the openness, the flushed cheeks, the intimate touch... in an instant he was 12 again at camp. ------------ "Okay Marion, I don't like that you haven't gone potty in over a day. We don't need you to spend a day with the camp nurse, so I'm going to help." Why didn't anyone ever call him by his first name, Francis? Besides, he never liked the name Marion, as it was too close to Mary Anne, and the other cabin kids had already picked up on the obvious and were milking it for all it was worth. He had no idea where they had gotten all the girlie panties, but suddenly all his underwear was missing and he was forced to wear the offensive garments. Although Peter, his cabin counselor, was a nice guy, he was unable to keep the other campers from hazing him all the time. He thought that was a counselor's job, and he wished he would work harder at it. Peter took his hand and led him into his room, shutting and locking the door as he did. The little boy looked a bit uncertain as he watched the older man lock the door preventing his escape. "We certainly need privacy if I'm going to give you an enema." "What?" Francis yelled. "No, I don't need that." "Yes you do, and we don't need anybody walking in on you with your pants off and your bottom full of sudsy water, do we?" "No," Francis shook his head, the long blonde hair hanging around his ears, another source of harassment that gave the other boys yet another thing to make fun of. The very first week of camp they started throwing curlers at him. Francis just thanked them, thinking that would make them stop. It didn't, and then one morning he woke up with his head full of the pink curlers. All day he went around looking like Britney Spears, even now some of the curl was still there. The camp president just said, 'boys will be boys, and if you want it to stop, just get a crew cut like the rest of them.' Francis said he'd think about it. "Okay, take off everything; we don't want to get any of your camp clothes dirty, do we?" "No, I guess not." Francis had forgotten about the panties he was wearing, but by the time he realized his mistake it was too late. "Those are cute," Peter said, helping Francis remove his camp shorts and exposing the silky pink panties completely. "I like the little bow, and the lace makes your legs look real cute." Francis blushed and reached down to hold his pants up as Peter was pulling them down. "Can I go now, I really don't want an enema." "But you need one," Peter said, taking both the panties and shorts down at the same time, exposing the little boy's privates to his view. Francis was very embarrassed and almost instinctively put his thumb in his mouth as a reaction to this kind of unwanted attention. "Let's get that shirt off, too." And Francis was naked except for his little white sneakers and crew socks. "Here, why don't you sit up here?" and Peter lifted the boy up to sit on the dining room table, the increased height putting his little penis much closer to Peter's potential touch and attention. "I'll get your enema bag ready." He was enjoying talking to the nearly naked boy. Francis was very uncomfortable in that position, his face now at the same level of Peter's. He tried to smile and carry on the conversation while naked and covering his privates the best he could. Peter busied himself at the sink, mixing the contents for the now unavoidable encounter. "What are you putting in there?" Francis asked as Peter was working out of his direct view, but seeing him adding different ingredients to the large, red rubber bag. "Well, for sure, very hot water. I want you all cleaned out," Peter said over his shoulder, "so we don't have any more problem with po-po staying in your bummy for too long," he continued as if talking to a 2 year old. "What's that?" Francis asked again as Peter poured some other liquid into the red bag. "That's super lube, it will make your bum hole let go of all that poop." "Oh," said the young boy, watching him empty a lot of it into the bag, "and that?" Concerned with the amount and kinds of additions Peter was making to the large, red bag as it was soon to be pushed into his own bottom. "This is powdered baby soap; it will make you nice and clean, as will this dish washing soap." He emptied a cup of the dry flakes in the bag followed by a good portion of dish washing liquid from the window sill. "I like to use a little hand cream as well," he said pumping 10 or 12 times on the pump, "and then olive oil. This is one my inventions, it really does the trick." "What's that?" Francis was getting more nervous by the second. "Oh, that last little bit is chocolate syrup, for color... mostly." But, he added in a very low voice, just to himself, "and taste." "Ok, now we just add the hot water." He went to the stove and took the tea kettle that had been warming and poured it carefully into the already bulging bag. "Not too hot," Francis warned. "No, not too hot, honey, but it might be a little bit uncomfortable. You'll get used to it. Okay, up on all fours now... head down..." he said, turning back to Francis with the rubber bag in hand. ----------- Tuck's enema was definitely getting hotter as the images of summer camp evaporated, his attention shifting back to the present day. Tuck's bottom had been filled and emptied several times with Jason's contraption, and he could feel the water filling him one more time. It was not entirely unpleasant, but each time the amount of liquid that filled him had increased. This time around he was already full, but the water was still coming and he could fill his stomach extending. The pillow under him helped to support the now familiar position, but he was going to pop if the water flow didn't stop soon. In addition, each time the flow started the temperature was a bit warmer. Tuck closed his eyes, drifting back to that summer, waiting for it to be over and for Jason's return. ------------ "Okay, I'm going to use a small wand to start off with," he said, hanging the huge red rubber bag on a hook located on a heavy stand next to the table. Francis' body was now perched on top of the table which had been covered with a sheet of thick pink plastic. He was on all fours, his bottom up high and now almost at eye level with Peter. "I'll put some lubricant on your bottom and on the wand so it will make it nice and easy to go inside." Francis felt Peter's finger rest on his little rose bud, rubbing it in little circles gently, Francis smiled at the soft movement. It was very nice, most unusual, and so unlike any other enema he had ever had. "How does that feel?" Peter asked, letting his finger dance over the boy's most private place. "Now I'm going to put my finger inside with a little cream to coat the inside." Peter used his previous movement again before trying to enter the boy's bottom. Having excited the flesh already, some enlargement was evident, but he wanted to give it even more, because he knew patience was important. Francis felt the finger stop its soothing circular movement, each touch sending another shiver through his young body, and then pressure as the finger now pressed hard against the near unwilling hole. Then he felt the just the tip of Peter's finger enter, and again the young man started the similar dance, rubbing the opening, pushing on the delicate flesh, exciting him even more. Peter was smiling. He slowly moved his finger in and out, a little deeper each time, moving it in circles, watching the hole enlarge and swell with his well-practiced delicate and intimate touch. Gradually he pushed more and more of his long finger in, always kneading and playing with the pretty red rose bud until he was knuckle deep. He pulled out fully, leaving Francis to gasp at the sudden empty feeling. "Do you want me to put in more cream, honey?" ----------- The dream was interrupted again. The water had to stop soon as he could feel the slow flow continue, with both the fullness and the temperature causing him to begin to sweat. He was waiting for the bell, he pushed back hard, but the flow continued. He was hit with a cramp that started in his groin and grew like a balloon in his stomach, a grinding pain that continued to grow. He wanted to yell out. And then the water stopped, but no bell. He pushed back hard and the cramp lessened and disappeared, but he was stuck on the hoses and could not move. Bell... bell... where was the damn bell. He let time drift back again. ------------ "Huh?" Francis said softly. "I said, do you need more lube, sweetie?" Francis didn't know how to answer as the application of the lube that Peter was putting on him and into him felt so wonderful already; strange, yes, but the tingling feelings he had experienced were something he had never felt before. "I don't know, maybe a little, whatever you think." "Okay, I'll put a little more inside." Peter stressed 'inside' as he wanted his finger back inside the little boy's bottom as soon as possible. He picked up the jar of lube and dipped his finger in again, getting a fresh and much larger dollop of lube ready, and took it to Francis' open and waiting bottom. "Oh..." was all Francis could say as he felt Peter's finger enter him without any preamble, this time burying his finger to the maximum depth. In and out he fucked the boy's bottom, his finger getting a bit of the muck that was now escaping. He coated the boy's insides carefully and fully, each time slamming his finger in deeper. Francis closed his eyes to better concentrate on the delicious feeling behind him. "We're almost ready... just a little more lube, ok..." he said, adding a second thick finger opening the virgin hole even more. ------------ Finally the bell went off interrupting the remembrance of Peter's amazing fingers. Tuck pushed hard and the watery fluid escaped in a huge rush with both pressure and suction. He continued to push long after it was all gone. Surely the 5 minutes were up, and Jason would be back to get him off this horrible machine. But as soon as the last trickle of fluid had emptied out of the thick tube he started to feel the hot trickle of the flow starting again. Jason, where are you? All Tuck could do was let time drift back again, he smiled. ----------- Peter now had at least two of his coated fingers in Francis' naked bottom and was putting in even more of the butt lube inside his bottom, fully coating the sensitive tissue. Francis closed his eyes, alternating wishing the probing to stop and then for it to never end. "That should do it." Peter said, pulling his greasy fingers from Francis' opened hole. "Now let's get all that nasty poop out of your bottom." He picked up the white tube hanging from the hook and attached it to the bulging red rubber bag, so very full and weighed down. Peter watched Francis stare at the full bag, knowing that its contents over the next hour would be filling him. The fear and embarrassment were almost palpable, filling the room deliciously. He stoked the boy's hair softly, soothing him like a spooked filly, the curl still evident. The curlers were such a great idea, he would have to add styling gel to the mix next time and maybe some coloring in his shampoo. Boys could just be so mean. "Don't worry honey; you'll feel so much better after getting an enema every day." "No..." Francis almost yelled. "Honey, we have so much work to do to get you back to normal, and you do want to get back to normal, don't you?" "Yes, I guess so," Francis agreed. The finger slipped back into his well-greased bottom. "Okay, then I think we need to start with a small wand," he said, picking up the pre-selected enema nozzle. He waved it in front of Francis. "That's too big," he said looking at the rubber cock. "Nonsense, this one is small one. We'll get to big later," Peter said attaching the rubber replica of his own cock to the white hose. "Not too big..." Francis started to say as Peter began pressing the hard cock into the well-lubed ass. It was meeting resistance, so Peter said, "Push out like you're taking a poop." Anything to lessen the pain Francis pushed hard, afraid that what Peter was trying to get out would come out now at the most inopportune moment. "Good girl." "Girl?" "I'm sorry honey; of course you're such a good boy." With some effort, the thick coating of lube already applied allowed the soft rubber tip of the enema cock to slip past Francis' sphincter. Peter pushed harder, moving the cock farther in, and he let a little of the rubber bag's content flow through. He pulled the cock out then in again, opening the boy's hole further. The steaming soapy mixture lubricated Francis' shit hole for the unwelcome intruder. "Oh my... Oh god, stop please." The cock continued to be pushed in to its limits. "Just a little more." The slow entry was now eased by the rubber bag's contents. Peter pressed harder until the whole enema cock was deep in the boy's ass. He paused there, and then pulled it out completely. "Oh, fuck," yelled Francis, the cock no longer filling him. The sudden evacuation was almost as intense as the entry. And then he felt Peter pushing hard on the cock as it entered again with much more ease. Deep and hard one thrust. Francis yelled. Peter pulled it out and then slammed it back again several times, each time with less resistance. Francis began to moan. "Feels good, yes?" "No, it hurts so much." "It will feel better," Peter said while pushing the well lubed cock in again, allowing more of the steaming hot mixture to enter the boy's bottom. Peter's left hand was stroking Francis' hair and back while the right was fucking him with the soft rubber cock. It now slid in almost effortlessly. Francis continued to moan, but the sounds were of a pleasure impossible to define. He was beyond words. "I told you. Maybe next time you won't be such a baby." "Yes, next time," Francis mumbled, his head down on the table, his butt in the air, the hard cock sliding in and out and the hot water filling him. He closed his eyes hoping it would never end. "Now let's get that poop out. Here comes the water, and don't worry, I have you all plugged. Nothing will escape until I permit it." Francis felt the hot water enter in a rush. He was unprepared for the temperature and the immediate fullness. As Peter stoked his blonde hair and back, his bottom rocked back and forth in time to Peter's thrusts. ------------ ----------------------------------------------------- ---------- "Nice nap?" Debbie asked. "What... No, just thinking about the day." "Reliving your first blow job?" Tuck did not dignify her insult with a comment, and he was not sure he could carry off the lie either. He looked at her with a touch of anger, the sudden movement causing the earrings to tinkle musically again. At each turn of the head, they made their presence known quite clearly. "I just love those earrings; but the question is, since you have enough time to day dream, have you made a decision about your hair?" "Hair?" Tuck touched his scrabbled locks. "Just a trim, I guess." "No dear... the question was, have you made up your mind about hair style yet? I've shown you your two choices, or do you want me to make the decision for you?" Tuck looked up at her; the decisions, each with their own set of consequences, each demanding a balance of outcome, bad or worse. He looked down at the two glossy pictures again. "But they both look very girlish." "Yes they do, don't they." She smiled looking down over Tuck's shoulder, touching his new earrings and making them dance, the rings twirling inside each other. "Well it's really a simple choice, long or short. We keep it long, there is some curl; gentle, nothing much. You can keep it in a ponytail for work if you like, although the bangs might be a little hard to hide. But with the long hair we do add color to the equation." She handed him a banded lock of blondish hair as a sample. "Blonde?" "Yes dear, very blonde." "And the other choice is short?" Tuck asked, his voice still sounding as if he was in third grade. "Yes, very short," she said, holding up the Hollywood glamour shot of the other style. We do a very short bob and do a full perm, just like in the picture... so very cute. It will show off your new earrings perfectly, but you will have nice curls for months to come." Tuck looked at the two pictures, both of beautiful models. He looked more at the faces than the hair. Was he going to end up looking like that? It was just a haircut, sort of. He might have a bit lighter hair, and he could still wear it in the pony tail that he had been wearing for years, neat, masculine, nobody ever said a thing. Blonde and soft curl or short and curly? He looked at the blonde again and she winked at him. The decision was made. "Okay, blonde." Debbie laughed, "Yes, very, very blonde, and that would have been my choice as well. You just strike me as blonde in more ways than one, and I know Jake's going to love it." Tuck was not sure about that at all. But he was going to go through all of the changes and let Jake see for himself what a good sport he was, and then the joke would be over and everything would go back to the way it was. He let a smile escape even looking at the picture of the beautiful blonde in the glossy photo that was still in his hands. Tuck shook his head, knowing that soon he would be adorned with a similar look. He hoped Jake would see the joke for what it was and let things return to normal. The witch had wandered off to tell her minions the continuing plan. Tuck closed his eyes. ------------ ------------------------------------------------ --- "Okay, looks like we're almost finished," Jason said coming back into the room. "Just that last fill and dump and we can get started with your Marsha." He laughed again. The water, now much warmer and approaching hot and a bit uncomfortable, was pushing in. He could hear it and feel it as it slowly entered, and if this was the last one and each was larger than the last, he was going to feeling rather full in a few minutes. "The last one is always the hardest, but if Marsha could take it so can you, princess, and it gets easier each time we open you up like this. I've added some special creams, my secret sauce, which will help loosen up that little cunt even more. He felt the open face of his watch, "I guess it's quite a date Jake's got planned tonight." Tuck had no idea what kind of date Jake had planned. It was a first in many ways. "I really don't know," Tuck replied in the little girl voice, "it's a surprise to me, too." "Really?" The water was beginning to gain in pressure, and Tuck thought carrying on a conversation would take his mind off the increasing fullness and the cramps that were soon to follow. "Yes, he has it all planned, I guess." "So this is all part of master plan then?" "I guess, you know how Jake likes to be in control," he added, not knowing if Jason was aware of this particular personally quirk or not, but perhaps getting some background information as to the extent of the control that Jake expected. "Oh yes, I do. Marsha used to use this opportunity to vent at how Jake controlled everything. " It's was Tucks turn to act as if this was new information. "How so?" The first small cramp washed over him like a wave and then was gone. The hot water continued to flow and seemed to be increasing in temperature. The pressure did as well, and in that there was no doubt. "He liked to control her?" "Yes, and I think that's why you are the new Marsha. I think his control kink finally was too much for her." "He can be a bit controlling." "Well she complained that he wanted say over her whole life." "Oh?" "He picked out her clothes, her lingerie, shoes everything. She looked like a million dollars all the time, well as far as I could tell," he laughed, very comfortable with joking about his lack of vision. "But I think he hit the jackpot with you, princess," he added, offering a preemptive soothing to Mary Anne's potential jealousy if it existed. Tuck felt a warm smooth hand caress his bottom. He moaned softly as the fingers dipped down between his opened legs as Jason so very gently touched the exposed boy clit, still coated with the cream, giving the impression of a very excited little girl. "Yes, the jackpot." "What else?" Tuck asked, hoping that his secret stayed soft, but not wanting Jason to move his hand with its gentle touch away, either. "He chose her perfume, how she did her hair and had the spa treat her like a queen, but it was all under his strict instructions. She was very happy with that for a while." "What happened?" Another cramp rolled through, the water continuing to seep into his bottom, the plug preventing any escape. "I think it was the collar that finally broke the game." "Collar?" "Yes, he didn't mention that to you?" "No... At least not yet." "Well, he bought her this silver choker; it was beautiful, smooth, glass-like, about an inch in width. It had the most perfect rings of chains, so fine, like wire hanging from it; it was a masterpiece of design." "She didn't like it. It sounds beautiful." Tuck sounded like he was almost jealous, and wondered how he would look in something like that. And then asked himself why he would want to wear it. Confusing questions, like so many others already swimming in his imagination. "She thought it was wonderful, she had tears in her eyes, until she saw that it was not built with it a clasp but a lock." "A lock, like with a key?" "Yes, exactly. Once on, Jake would be the only one to take it off. She must have told him it was too much, and he gave her an ultimatum; accept the collar or leave. " "She left?" "That night, apparently, as we haven't seen or heard from her since. She called once and asked if I would give her an anal massage again. I'm still considering it." "You mean a Marsha," Tuck laughed, the water now having stopped. They both laughed. ------------ It had been a long hour but Tuck, as promised, was now a blonde, or rather blonder. He looked in the big full wall mirror and could not get over how the new style fit so well with his look. It was him. Ok a bit on the fem side, but the soft curls framed his face, and the bangs and the way they swept over one eye looked cool. What had they used on his hair, it was so incredibly soft. He shook his head and the curls came right back to the position from which they had started. 'I guess that works,' he said to himself. "You look so cute," said Debbie, turning the chair around to face her so that she could see the back in the mirror. "Oh yes, the perfect choice." Tuck was not quite that sure, but it was not as bad as he had anticipated. The curls hid his earrings, sort of. "Well, we must move on, we only have an hour before we get you dressed." The impending date came back in a flash, and being readied not only here in the chair but in the final hour with Jason. "You just relax and relive your special massage with Jason and I will be back in few with your next decision, and that will be fun, too." Jake closed his eyes not sure where his thoughts would take him ------------- "Just a few more minutes and we can begin," said Jason. Here let me rub your tummy, it will help with the cramps that will start in a few seconds. Still facing away, Tuck could not see but felt the two strong hands start to sooth his distended tummy. They felt nice, and as promised the cramps started almost immediately. The hands felt so wonderful. And just as quickly as it has started the sewer opened up and the fullness started to diminish immediately. It was over in in less than a minute. "All clean my sweet girl. Jason's magic machine is infallible and so very efficient, isn't it? And fun, too." "I'm not going to comment on fun, but yes, I don't think I have ever felt this clean." "Well for the fun, wait until next time. On your next Marsha the clean out will be much more enjoyable, I assure you." Tuck was not reassured. "Let's check to see how open you are already." "Ohhhhhh," Tuck moaned as Jason pushed his strong and fat finger deep into his open hole, the rude and lewd move shocked Tuck like a shot, and then after four or five strokes he was in heaven again. "Oh that's nice," he said as he pulled his finger out again and walked around in front of Tuck to put the still wet finger under Tuck's nose. "Nice and clean, yes?" Tuck could smell a slight muskiness mixed in with the watered down lubricant that was in the final flush. "Yes, I think so." Jason touched Tuck's nose and Tuck almost instinctively opened his mouth. "Suck it clean, sweet girl," he said, pushing his dirtied finger past Tuck's open lips and pressing onto his tongue. Tuck closed his eyes, allowing his lips to suck in the offered gift. The taste of him was faint, the taste of the lubricant fainter, and there was a taste farther in the back ground, a cherry flavor maybe, some fruit, sweet. He swallowed. "See, all clean," Jason said as he pulled his finger free, Tuck cleaning it off as he did so. "Yes very," Tuck agreed, a blush growing on his cheeks. "I guess we're ready. Give me a moment; I have one more thing for you." Tuck just closed his eyes and drifted back to camp once again. ------------- Francis did not say a word; his eyes were tightly shut making the room like a retreat, private and intimate. He was in his now familiar position on his camp counselors dining room table, naked, his butt in the air, and the so wonderful feeling of Peter's fingers deep in his bottom, coated with thick lube, caused him to smile, the delicious new feeling could go on forever and he would not mind. "Okay honey, I think we're ready for your enema." "Alright, daddy." Francis had started to call the counselor his private name when they were alone and being intimate. Peter had shown Francis how to kiss, cuddle and pleasure someone. He was not so sure about pleasuring part, but Peter explained that he was teaching him to be a good lover when he got older, and there were girls around. Francis spent most afternoons now practicing all that Peter was sharing. He was up on the table again, naked and ready, his bottom well lubed, ready for his daily enema. "I got a new toy for you; it's an even bigger one than before." "Bigger?" He started to push it in the boy's already enlarged slut hole. "No Peter, that hurts! Please stop!" "I told you we needed to use a bigger wand this time." "It's too big." "Don't be a baby." The 8 inch, extra thick, hard enema cock, was a fresh delivery from the mail order house this morning. He couldn't wait to try it out, and with some extra effort he was going to make sure his young charge was going to enjoy it, too. "Just a little more, push hard." Francis pushed very hard, feeling a turd that was starting it's move to escape, but the monster pressing in was not going to let it get by. "More lube, please?" Francis asked softly, feeling the huge new toy pressing hard into him. "You are already fully lubed, precious," he said, pressing the rubber cock against Francis' naked bottom, sticking up high and wide. "Peter please, it hurts." "Almost in," Peter said, pushing the monster in and out, each time gaining a bit more depth. -------------- Tuck spun back and forth between the memories of Peter and now Jason, repeating the same painful path. He was torn between images of humiliation and pleasure, each additive to the other. "All the way, such a good girl," Jason and Peter said together. The pain soon washed away as Tuck allowed the twin monsters to fill him completely, the pressure easing and building with each thrust, each filling his hole. The wash of pleasure was also building, falling and building, as their experienced hands opened him up like a flower. His rose opening surrounded the rubber cocks with wet sticky embrace, sucking in the supposed invader, and eventually being invited in his slut hole, slick wet with excitement. "Harder please," he said looking back over his shoulder to Peter and to Jason. "Deeper... fuck me... oh yes that's so good." His eyes closed he was in both places at the same time. And Jason happily complied, fucking his boy pussy, opening up his delicate rose, opening it for Jake. ------------- "You're such a good girl," Peter said, patting Francis' blonde curls, the result of another night spent with curlers in his hair and the perm solution he got from his sister. She said they should last the rest of the camp session. He hoped so as Francis looked so cute in them. And he had so much more planned for the boy during the summer. "Next time I have a very special wand we are going to use, even bigger." He looked down at his own 7 inches laying against Francis' warm bottom. ------------- "Lipstick?" She just appeared in front of Tuck like magic, startling him from his afternoons at camp and with Jason "Yes, but you of course have a choice." Tuck thought there was always a choice. He was hoping he was making the right ones. "But this will be an easy one, though," Debbie said, holding out two lipstick cases. "But lipstick... I don't know... I think we've gone too far already." "Fine, don't go along with my game. I'm sure the fellow you met at the gate, by the way we call him Brutus, would have an interesting conversation with you. Should I make that call?" "No, I guess it'll be alright." "So, as I was saying, lipstick." The gold cases danced in front of Tuck's face, the salon light bouncing off their gleaming surface. She held the case close to him, removed the cap and twisted the bottom to reveal the candy pink wax tube. "You like?" Tuck looked at it aghast. "So this one is our Fairy Pink," she said, twisting the tube up to its highest point. "See, all frosty and scented like bubble gum." She waved it under his nose. "Tastes that way too, lasts for a week. Or," she held up the other hand which bore a little white container, "or a lip stain. We match your lip color perfectly and even out any imperfections in color. From a distance you can't tell, but up close the affect is, well, subtle... Last for months. See, I told you it was an easy choice." Nothing was easy with choices that weren't choices, leading from bad to worse. -------------- "Okay, now three." Jason's fingers glided in on the lube, filling Tuck like he had never been filled before. God that felt so nice. Jason's expert touch massaged and pulled his rosebud open, each long stroke twisting and pulling a fat piston, sending Tuck into new directions. The sound of slickness was a wet clack each time his powerful hand slammed hard into him, becoming more and more open on every stroke. "Oh so good, honey, you feel so open. We're now ready for your toys." "Toys?" Tuck asked in his baby voice, the whine exaggerated like a petulant 13 year old girl. "I thought we were done." "Sorry, but we're just getting started. I'm going to fuck you like you requested, princess, just not with my cock. So do we start with small or large? We'll get to huge no matter what. We want you to be ready for Jake, now don't we?" Jason put the two choices in front of him. They both looked huge to Tuck. ----------- "Are you back, Mary Anne? I think you faded out on me." "Yes, sorry, this is all too much." "Oh don't wig out on me yet, there's still so much to do, honey, so much more. So what's it going to be, the candy lip stick or the stain?" "I don't know," Tuck said feeling confused, "I guess the stain." "Good choice. The fairy pink would still be visible for a few weeks, just not as much so on your date. Again, that's really for our under five crowd." Tuck looked in the mirror briefly and saw two women discussing salon choices behind him, then it was "Hi" again. It was Judy, one of the beautician's helping him. She began her preparations and her happy humming was interrupted by Debbie one last time. "Oh, did I mention that the stain also plumps your lips up a bit?" Tuck looked up at her in the mirror as she stood behind him tucking a strand of his blonde hair behind an ear, the golden rings were visible, dancing in the light. She could see the fear in his eyes and smirked. "Yes, as long as the stain is active you will have what I love to call cock sucker lips; nice, fat and puffy, soft and just right to curl around a hard cock. Too bad you didn't have them when you were pleasing Jason, I'm sure he would have appreciated them. But no worries, next visit." Tuck wondered when the torture would let up. It took Judy a few more minutes to get ready, so Tuck drifted back to his day with Jason. ---------------- "Okay my sweet girl, that's all for today. I'm just going to put this plug in you to help keep you open until your date. Feel free to pull it out when you go into the ladies john and save it in your purse. But if I were you I would keep all the lubricant in so that when Jake makes you a happy girl tonight, both your pussies will be good and ready." Jason pulled the huge dildo out, as near an accurate duplicate of his own cock as he could find. Mary Anne could tell Debbie that Jason had fucked her, sort of. He was looking forward to the next visit when he could substitute the ersatz rubber version with the warm and hard real one. With the "Jason" cock being pulled free, his hole felt like it was open a mile wide, almost as if air was rushing in our out, like a balloon. He could not close it, only push harder to keep it open. But just as quickly Jason was shoving the tip of the butt plug into the gaping hole. "In you go, push hard honey, the fat part has to go all the way in." Tuck was already pushing, but strained some more until he felt a pop as the bulbous probe entered and seated inside. Then he felt a vibration deep inside him. "I've it set on random until you take it out. It will come out easier than it went in, I promise. It will mostly vibrate and hum, then expand and contract to keep loosening you up. It has a mind of its own and the battery should last until tomorrow if you let it, but take it out before dinner so your ass pussy relaxes enough to give Jake some sense of tightness when you're in bed. But make no mistake, you will be loose. He likes it that way." Tuck was not comfortable with where the conversation was going, but tried to remain polite. "Thank you, can I have some help getting down?" "Just stay there, I'll get Debbie to help you. It'll be safer that way." "Yes, I suppose," Tuck said, not wanting to mention his impairment again. "Marsha was nice, too." Tuck was a little confused with the sudden shift in the conversation. "She was? I never met her." "Just as well, she was the jealous type. They didn't get along," Jason added. Another non sequitor. "Sorry?" Tuck asked. "Who?" "Debbie and Marsha." "How so?" "Marsha's jealousy I guess. Jake had dated Debbie for a while, and when they broke up he started dating Marsha." "I guess that could be complicated." "And now you're the new Marsha, and Jake's dating you. But I think Debbie is over it." Tuck certainly hoped so. ------------------- The application of the lip stain required the expertise of the salon's lips technician. Before today he never knew there was such a job designation that was so focused on a single area of the face, but now, as his lips still tingled, he appreciated the care and expertise she brought to her job. The process was another club exclusive. The very first thing she did was to take detailed pictures and load them into the computer; evidently the tiniest flaw could be detected. But equally as important, these flaws could also be corrected. The first step in the process was smoothing. He anticipated a grinder of some sort, but in fact the thinnest of material was coated onto his lips like a plastic paper, but thinner, more like a silk. Once in place it adhered and then disappeared, and the lips immediately looked smooth. The stain came next in steps, and Judy worked fast and accurately. Tuck tried to watch in the mirror, but for the most part she blocked his view until she was finished. He wasn't sure if that was by design or simply an accident. He looked in the mirror and saw himself, but then again it wasn't the person he remembered. He saw a new person emerging, good looking, feminine and almost pretty. He certainly didn't look masculine any more, apparently that was left for the Jake's of the world. Just then Debbie returned. "Oh, Judy, you did such a lovey job. Mary Anne, you should thank her." "Thank you, Judy," Tuck said, staring at himself in the mirror, trying to decide if he liked the new Tuck or not. Judy walked away and Debbie took station in front of Tuck once again, her extended hands clenched tightly into two fists. Tuck opened his eyes and knew it was decision time again, but what was it going to be this time? "We're getting close to the end of your first spa day, and that much closer to your date with Jake. You are going to look so nice for him." Tuck tried to peer around Debbie to study his new look in the mirror. It was definitely different, and one could argue better, cleaner, and more kempt, and that was really what Jake was going for. He wanted him to look his best, and not to be an embarrassment on their "date". He wondered if he had been a liability to Jake the times that they actually went someplace in public before. Now his time with Jake would be divided into before and after the spa. He looked again and smiled at the person in the mirror. Maybe the after wasn't so bad after all. He just hoped Jake thought so too. That wa