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Face mask I always considered myself to be a pretty normal guy. I was an average student with average looks and an average personality. I had an ok office job that paid the bills but not much more. I wasn't exactly a virgin, but had only few sexual experiences, all of which were rather conventional. I met Carla at a bar. It was a Friday night. Two of my buddies and I went out for drinks. She bought our table a round of drinks. We invited her to join us. She sat next to me. Then her hand was on my thigh. We drank. We danced. She took me to place home and we had sex. It was good. It was very good. I spent the weekend with her. A week later I moved in with her. For me it was like love at first sight. Carla has a very dominant personality; she likes to be in charge. I'm just the opposite, and perhaps that's what attracted us to each other. A few days after moving she told me I had a doctor's appointment for that afternoon. "I didn't make an appointment Carla." "No silly boy. I made the appointment. You may not even be aware of it, but your snoring kept me awake most of the night. I want to see if there is some medical issue causing you to snore." "Gosh Carla, I didn't even realize I snored. I'm so sorry if I kept you awake. Yes, I'll see a doctor if you think it might help." She drove me to my appointment with a Doctor Patel. Carla greeted the doctor by his first name so they obviously knew each other. Doctor Patel gave me a surprisingly thorough physical exam and even took blood and urine samples. Carla stayed with me while I was being examined. After finishing the exam the doctor turned to her. "Well, well Miss Carla I can most certainly see why this little boy snores. The structure of his throat is the issue. I might be able to surgically correct that, but before going to that extreme, I would recommend an appliance for him to wear when sleeping. I am most confident that will control his unpleasantly noisy behavior." Carla asked, "Will he need a face mask?" "Yes Miss Carla, he most assuredly needs to wear a face mask. This will confine his facial movements, keep his jaws open and force him to breathe through his nose, thus eliminating the unpleasant nocturnal snoring." "Well if that's your recommendation, then we must accept it, and the sooner the better. I can't live with a boy who snores all night." "Yes Miss Carla. I shall make the arrangements right away. Since the mask must be made to very precise measurements it will take two, three days to complete. Perhaps you can make alternative sleeping arrangements for the boy until his new appliance is fitted?" I was a little upset that I wasn't even part of the conversation, even though I'm the guy who will be wearing some kind of mask over my face. They talked as if I wasn't even there. "So tell me more about this mask Doctor Patel." "The orthopedic shop will make a model of the boy's head and that will be used to fabricate the appliance which is made primarily of a fiber glass/epoxy material. It will completely cover his head down to his neck. There is a slight bit of discomfort for the wearers of such appliances, but that is the price he must pay to silence his unpleasant noise. He will not be able to speak while locked in the appliance, which for chatty young boys is perhaps a good thing. Most importantly, your sleep will no longer be disturbed at all." "That sounds perfect. Let's do it." Carla drove us home. She was in a happy upbeat mood. She seemed pleased that my snoring problem was about to be solved. When we entered her house Carla pushed up against me, pinning me to the wall. She put a hand in my crotch and pulled down my pants before impaling herself on my cock. It was the first time we had sex standing up and I felt kind of dirty about that. Previously our sex had all been conventional missionary style and I was not keen on anything else. The next day Carla and I went to the orthopedic shop where Doctor Patel had scheduled me for my facemask. I approached the girl behind the counter. "I'm Mel Vile. Doctor Patel said I have an appointment for my new facemask." "Oh you poor dear. I feel so badly for you. But of course we must follow doctor's orders. Follow me please and we'll get started." I didn't like the sound of that. Doctor Patel had said that my mask would be a little uncomfortable. Oh well. I was seated in a chair like dentists use. There were leather straps which the tech used to fasten my wrists and ankles. "W ... why are you strapping me down like this?" "You need to remain very still while we make the models. I'll be covering your head with liquid latex. When that cures, we use it to make the mold on which your new helmet will be fabricated." "Helmet? Doctor Patel called it a face mask." "Yes the appliance will mask your face and the rest of your head so it's rather like a helmet you see." Carla stood to one side. She took out her phone and began to video record the process. The tech fastened more straps, pulling them uncomfortably tight. She then brought out an electric hair clipper like barbers use. She turned it on and it began buzzing rather ominously. "What's the hair clipper for?" "I have to cut your hair." "Cut my hair? Why?" "I can't brush liquid latex on your hair; that would just make a mess. I have to shave your head before proceeding." Tears came to my eyes. My hair has always been one of my best features and she just said she's going to shave my head! She gave me a buzz cut with the clippers. Great gobs of hair fell on the cape and on the floor. Then she used shaving cream and a razor to remove all the hair on my head. She even shaved off my eyebrows. When finished she held a mirror so I could see my head. I looked like a freak. I started to cry. She then fastened this metal "halo" affair to the back of my chair. The metal ring surrounded my head just above my eyes. Once that was in place she tightened four screws that pressed into my scalp holding my head completely rigid. She tightened them snug against my skin, but not so tight as to be that painful. "Now Melvin, open your mouth as wide as you can please." I opened my mouth and she took a hard rubber "plug" and inserted it into my mouth. She wiggled it around and then removed it. "I think we can go up two sizes for your mouthpiece. It may feel a bit tight, but the tighter the better in terms of silencing you." She then selected a larger but similarly shaped rubber mouthpiece. She had to push hard to force it past my teeth. When inserted, it pretty much filled my oral cavity. I tried to say something, but the only sounds I could make were muffled grunts. My jaws were spread wide and the plug was very uncomfortable. "Close your eyes please Melvin. I'm going to tape your eyelids shut so we don't get any latex in your eyes." My real name is Melvin but I hate being called that. I've always gone by Mel. I closed my eyes and felt her press small pieces of tape between my eyelids and face. "Now I need to insert rubber tubes into your nostrils so you can still breathe when I cover you with liquid latex." I could feel rubber tubes pushed up each nostril. They felt like they went pretty far up my nose. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. Then I felt something cold and wet being applied to my face. It had to be the liquid latex. She must have used some kind of paint brush. She covered everything from my neck to the top of my head. It felt hot under the material. "First coat is finished. Now I'll wrap reinforcing gauze around it and then apply another coat of latex. I know you're uncomfortable, but hang in there. We should be finished in less than an hour." Uncomfortable was the understatement of the year. My jaw was wedged wide open. I was hot. I couldn't move. I had these tubes up my nose. "I'm going to inject latex into your ear canals now Melvin. You won't be able to hear me after that, but don't worry. Your girlfriend and I will be right here." I felt the liquid running into my ears and as she predicted my world became completely silent. I was at least temporarily deaf, blind and mute. I thought of Helen Keller. Having no choice I sat passively. It felt like the latex covering my head was tightening. I suppose as it cures it shrinks a little. There was no way of judging the passage of time. Finally I could feel the tech start to peel the now hardened rubber around my neck. It was sort of like skinning a cat. She got hold of the rubber on both sides of my neck and started pulling up, slowly peeling it up over the top of my head. She uncovered my chin and then worked to pull the mouthpiece out of my mouth. Then the tubes came out of my nose. The rubber in my ear canals came out with a plop and I could hear again. Finally it was done. She removed the tape from my eyes. She loosened the halo which had held my head so rigidly. She unfastened the leather restraints. My ordeal was finished. I washed my face. The tech handed me a wig to cover my bald head. It was long; more like what a girl would wear, but at least it would conceal my bald head. Carla made me sleep on the couch the next two nights as we waited for my facemask to be built. Then she and I returned to the orthopedic shop for what they called my final fitting. We were escorted into the same room where the rubber mold was made and I once more sat in the chair. I wasn't strapped in this time. I could see my facemask or helmet sitting on a cart. It had a shiny white porcelain finish like a piece of china. The tech addressed Carla. "His mask is in three sections, one that covers the boy's face and a section for each side of his head. The sections latch together at the neck and are hinged together at the top of her head. The latches are lockable and I strongly recommend you keep them locked whenever he wears his appliance. While primarily designed to control him during sleep, he can also wear it when awake if you like. The eyes have polarized lenses which can be remotely adjusted to exclude all light, to be wide open for full vision, or anything in between for restricted vision. There is a speaker built into each ear bud. If the speaker is off, his ears are plugged and he will not hear any sounds, which is the normal arrangement for sleeping. There are microphones on each side which pick up normal conversation and other sounds and will transmit those sounds to the speakers when enabled. And of course the speakers will also transmit whatever sounds are programmed and sent to the Wi-Fi receiver." "That sounds perfect. Let's see what Mel looks like in his new mask." She started with the face piece. The hard rubber mouthpiece used during the modeling was now an integral part of the mask, as were the two nostril tubes. She pulled my jaw down, opening my mouth wide. It took some effort to force the mouth piece behind my teeth. She carefully pushed the rubber tubes up my nostrils and pushed until the whole front of the mask was tight against my face. I could see fine, so the lenses must have been in the open position. The left side piece was next. She aligned the speaker bud with my ear canal and slowly pushed until the molded piece was tight against the side of my head. The same process was repeated on the right side piece. Once they were in place I could hear no sounds. Obviously the speakers were turned off at that point. Then she took three small padlocks off the tray and seemed to be showing Carla how to lock the facemask in place. The padlocks latched the three pieces together around my neck; one on each side where the side pieces met the face piece and one on the back of my neck where the two sides came together. With the padlocks in place I sort of shook my head and could feel the padlocks rattle against the appliance. The tech and Carla then engaged in a lengthy conversation. I watched in silence but had no clue what they were discussing other than that it probably dealt with me and the mask. She handed Carla several CDs, a USB cord, and a small black box which I correctly assumed was part of the Wi- Fi setup. Suddenly I could hear again. She must have enabled the microphones and speakers. "How are you doing Melvin?" Not being able to speak, I sort of shook my head in the negative. I felt miserable. My mouth was stuffed with hard rubber. This hard shell was padlocked over my head. I felt hot. There was no air between my skin and the inner shell of the mask. I started to cry, but of course there was no way for them to know that. The tech turned to Carla. "Shall I get a mirror so the boy can see his new look?" "Yes let's show him the new image." She held a mirror so I could see my masked image. I looked like an anime girl. While the mask had a white porcelain finish, my eyes ... my eye lenses ... were very large and dark blue. There were very small red lips painted where my mouth would be. The tech took the black wig I had been wearing the past three days and fit it over the top of my head. I looked so bizarre; almost alien. But in a strange way I thought my new masked image was kind of sexy too. Carla must have thought that as well since she was beaming as she gazed upon her newly masked boyfriend. "Do you want him unlocked for the trip home?" "No he might as well start getting used to being masked. Give me the keys and we'll head home." The tech handed Carla the keys to the three padlocks and she helped me up from the chair and escorted me to her car. Thankfully there was no one else in the parking lot to see me. Before starting the car, Carla took the black box and pressed some buttons. Suddenly I was in total darkness. The lenses rotated to cut off all light. Then the speakers in my ears shut down and there was dead silence. I could feel motion as the car accelerated and decelerated but was otherwise deprived of my senses. Eventually the car stopped. My vision and hearing returned. We were in Carla's garage. I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car, following her into the house. "Fix me a dry martini Melvin. I'll be in the family room." I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her to take this horrible mask off. But of course the mask silenced me as was its intent. I went into the kitchen and fixed her martini. I wanted one for myself, but naturally a guy can't eat or drink when wearing his anime mask. I served her drink. She smiled and thanked me. I sat on the couch while she was in her chair using her laptop. She took the CDs which the orthopedic tech gave her and loaded them on her computer. I looked at her in a questioning way, but of course all my facial expressions were obscured by the mask. "I'm really impressed with your facemask Melvin. The workmanship is excellent, and the technology is first rate. It comes with a library of MP3 files that I can transmit to your ears. There is music, white noise, and lots of training files. I'm very excited about the potential for reprogramming you. Now be a good boy and make me a sandwich." I wasn't sure what all she was talking about, but at least she seemed pleased about my face mask even though I hated it. I returned to the kitchen, made her a sandwich and served it on a tray in the family room. I sat and waited while she ate. I was hungry but had no choice except to wait for her to unlock the mask before eating. She finished the sandwich and turned to me. "Mel I've set up a bed for you in the second bedroom. I think you'll be more comfortable there than on the couch. I know it's early, but I'm sending you to bed now as I'm anxious to start the programming." I'd be more comfortable sleeping in what I had thought of as our bed, but apparently I'm to sleep alone. I followed her into the second bedroom. The guest bed was gone and in its place was a narrow iron framed bed. "Get undressed and hop in bed Mel. Then I'll tuck you in for the night." I got naked, except for the mask of course. I pulled the coarse wool blanket back. There was a bottom sheet covering the mattress but no top sheet. I crawled into the bed. She took my right wrist and pulled it up toward the steel headboard of the narrow bed. She buckled a leather cuff around my wrist which was chained to the steel frame of the bed. She repeated the process with my left wrist and both ankles. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask her what the fuck she was doing chaining me to this bed. I wanted her to take the horrible facemask off. But of course I could do none of these things, so I just passively let her take control. Once I was securely fastened to the bed she took out the little black box again. Suddenly I was enveloped in darkness and silence. It was like being in a void. No sound. No light. No ability to speak. And very limited mobility. There is no way of judging the passage of time when hooded like I was. Was she still in the bedroom watching me? Did she leave? I could move a little but couldn't lie on either side or roll over. I was fastened in a spread eagle position. The void; the lack of sound or sight was disorienting. Finally I heard something. It was very soft at first, and then the volume increased. It sounded like ocean waves. It was soothing and I started to relax as best I could under the circumstances. I was sort of half awake and half asleep. At least I wasn't snoring and disturbing Carla. I heard a voice. It sounded distant. It was a female voice; a very soft and calming feminine voice. I could barely make out the words. They were more like fragments. "Melvin wants to be a good boy. His face mask will help him become a good boy. Melvin wants to wear his face mask. Good boys obey. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to obey. Melvin wants to wear his face mask so he can be a good boy." The voice was so soothing; almost hypnotic. It went on and on, repeating those few phrases. I drifted in and out of sleep. At some point the message changed. "When Melvin wakes up he will feel wonderful. Wearing his face mask makes Melvin feel wonderful. Wearing his face mask will help his become a good boy. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to wear his face mask as much as possible" I had no idea how much time had passed but suddenly the lenses opened and I could see daylight. I could hear again. I looked up as Carla stood over me. She unbuckled my wrists and ankles. I sat up in the small bed. "Good morning my lovely boy. I'm going to take your mask off now." Three keys, three opened padlocks and finally the mask came off in the inverse order of how it was put on the day before. I could use my mouth again. I could speak as well as see and hear. "How are you feeling Melvin?" "I feel wonderful. How long was I sleeping?" "About twelve hours." "I really feel great; like totally rested. I love wearing my new mask. I want to wear it as much as possible Carla." "I'm very pleased to hear that. Why don't you hop in the shower and then we can have some breakfast. I suspect you're very hungry having not had any supper last night." "A shower sounds great and yes I'm starving." I showered and put on clean clothes. I brushed my teeth and got the taste of the rubber plug out of my mouth. Then I went down to the kitchen. She was frying bacon and it smelled wonderful. We ate breakfast. I felt wonderful. We finished our meal. Carla looked at me. "I want you to lick my pussy now Melvin." "Oh Carla darling, you know I don't do things like that. I'd love to have sex with you, but not that way." "Well then, would you like me to put your face mask back on?" "Oh yes please Carla. I love wearing my new mask. I want to be a good boy and wear my mask as much as possible." Those words just came out of my mouth. Why would I say that? The mask is horrible. Why would I say I love wearing it? "You are such a good boy Melvin. Go get your mask and I'll lock you in. You can wear it all day, how does that sound?" "That sounds wonderful Carla. I want to be a good boy. I want to wear my mask as much as possible." So I got the mask and she put it back on and locked me into it. It was set for full vision and hearing so I could function pretty much as normal other than not being able to speak or eat. I spent most of the day doing household chores. I cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast, did three loads of laundry and cleaned the master bathroom. Carla spent the day in the family room, which was essentially her office. About five o'clock she called me to come into the family room. "Melvin I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy." I shook my head no. "I'm not going to force you to do this Mel, but I want you to know how disappointed I am that you refuse a simple request that would give me great pleasure. I suppose you're getting hungry again by now." I early nodded my head in the affirmative. She pulled a key ring out of his pocket and unlocked my padlocks. "You can take the mask off now boy." I carefully pulled the two side pieces out and then the front mask. It felt good to have the use of my mouth again but strangely I felt rather exposed and vulnerable out of the mask. It was like the mask was protecting me and without it I felt naked. I cooked an evening meal for us both. Carla had me open a bottle of wine which we split. I was feeling quite mellow and content. We went back to the family room and she spent an hour or so on her laptop while I read a magazine. Finally she closed her computer and looked up at me. "Would you like to put your facemask back on now Mel?" "Oh yes please. I want to wear it as much as possible. Wearing my mask makes me feel wonderful. I want to be a good boy and wear it whenever I can." Why did I say that? I hate the mask. It's so uncomfortable, so confining. "Then be a good boy and put your mask on. I'll lock you in for the night." I ran into the bedroom and returned with the mask and padlocks. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and carefully pushed the mouthpiece in, followed by the nose tubes. Then I pushed the two sides together, feeling the speakers forced into my ear canals. I stood expectantly. One at a time Carla picked up the padlocks and handed them to me. I closed the locks myself as a demonstration of my desire to wear the mask as much as possible. She took my hand and led me into the second bedroom. I undressed and went to bed. She cuffed my wrists and ankles. She punched something on the black box and I lost vision and hearing. Later the speakers activated. I heard the same voice as the night before. The messages were repeated. "Good boys wear their facemasks. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to wear his facemask." After some repetitions, there were new words. "Good boys want to give pleasure to women. Good boys lick pussies to pleasure women. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to lick pussies." The last thing I remember was a partial repeat of the prior night. "When Melvin wakes up he will feel wonderful. Wearing his face mask makes Melvin feel wonderful. Wearing his face mask will help him become a good boy. Licking pussies makes Melvin feel wonderful. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to wear his face mask as much as possible. Melvin wants too lick pussies and be a good boy." Then the lights came back on and I could hear again. Carla released my bonds and unlocked my face mask. "Good morning boy. How are you feeling?" "I feel wonderful. Wearing my facemask makes me feel so good. I do so want to be a good boy, and good boys always wear their facemasks." "What else do good boys do Sharon?" "Good boys lick pussies to pleasure women." "Do you want to lick pussies Melvin?" "Oh yes Carla I want to lick pussies and be a good boy." "You may lick my pussy now if you like." "Oh yes Carla. Thank you for allowing me to lick your pussy and be a good boy." She was standing facing me. I knelt, unzipped her pants, and started by kissing her labia. I kissed and licked and finally slid my tongue into her slit. I bobbed my head up and down as I licked and sucked. Pretty soon she reached a climax and some fluids squirted into my mouth which I swallowed. "That was very nice Melvin. For a boy without experience with oral sex you did a very good job." "Oh thank you Carla. I'm so glad I was able to give you pleasure; glad I was a good boy for you." A pattern was developing. I wore the mask every night and listened to the hypnotic voice. Carla would release me in the morning and I would lick her to an orgasm. Then I showered and made our breakfast. After breakfast I would put my mask back on and lock it for the day. I spent the day doing housework, while Carla did her business stuff. I would prepare her lunch though I remained in my mask so had to skip lunch. The mask came off for our supper and then I would once again be fastened to my bed and masked for the night. We no longer had sexual intercourse. I guess Carla preferred my mouth to my penis. I began to masturbate most days to relieve my own sexual tensions. After about a month the hypnotic voice delivered a new message in addition to reinforcing the old messages about wearing my mask and licking pussy. "Women like boys who are thin and have small waists. Good boys need to lose weight and have small waists. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to lose weight and have a small waist." When Carla released me the next morning as usual she asked me how I was feeling. "I feel wonderful Carla, except I'm too fat. I think I should go on a diet. I want to have a very small waistline because women like boys who are thin and have small waists." "That's a wonderful idea Melvin. You would look so nice with a smaller waist. Perhaps instead of two meals a day, we should cut you down to one meal a day. How does that sound?" "Yes that's a wonderful idea Carla. And if I only eat one meal a day, that means I can wear my facemask longer too." "If you really want a small waistline perhaps you should start wearing corsets." "Corsets? Yes of course. Why didn't I think of that? Yes a very firmly boned corset could take inches off my waistline. Would it be ok with you if I started wearing corsets?" "Melvin I imagine corset are quite uncomfortable and restrictive. I'd hate to see you suffer any discomfort just to get a smaller waist." "But I do so want to have a small waist Carla. I don't care if corsets are uncomfortable as long as they make my waist smaller." "Very well. You have my permission to start wearing corsets. I'll make the arrangements to have you fitted for a nice heavy duty corset. How does that sound?" "That sounds great darling. You are so good to me. I know corsets are expensive and I really do appreciate you allowing me to buy one." "I'll consider it money well spent if it gives you a more attractive figure." The next day she took me to a corset shop where I was measured for my new corsets. Three days after that she was tightening the laces on a formidable corset. My waistline immediately shrank from 29 inches to 26 inches. Of course the corset was horribly confining and uncomfortable, but I put that aside. After all, women love boys with small waists. I want to be a good boy so I must have a small waist. About a month went by. I wore the face mask day and night. She only unlocked me once a day for a meal and for me to service her orally. My weight dropped slowly but steadily. I wore tightly laced corsets about 23 hours a day. They only came off for my daily shower. My nightly hypnotic voice had another new message. Women like boys who wear sexy clothing and shoes. Short skirts are sexy. Very high heeled shoes are sexy. Good boys want to be sexy to please women. Good boys want to wear short skirts and very high heels. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants to wear short skirts and very high heels." The next morning when the mask was off and my oral service completed I turned to Carla. "Darling I've been thinking." "Thinking about what Melvin?" "Well you know how I've always preferred dressing casually; you know the jeans and sneakers look?" "Yes I know how you dress." "Well I've been thinking maybe I should start to pay a little more attention to my appearance; dress up a little more." "I think that's an excellent idea Melvin. After all since we are a couple your appearance reflects upon me as well." "So, would it be ok with you if I started wearing skirts instead of pants, and maybe wear stockings and high heels?" "Of course Melvin. If you want to wear high heels and short skirts I'll be happy to buy you some sexy new things." "I want to start wearing really, really high heels Carla. Will that be ok?" "Real high heels are pretty uncomfortable Melvin. Are you sure you want that?" "Yes I'm sure Carla. High heels are so sexy, and good boys need to be sexy to please women. Don't you agree?" "Yes you're quite right love. Feel free to wear the highest heels available. I'm sure you'll look lovely in them. We can shop on line after breakfast." With Carla's help we ordered three pair of high heels. They were all the same style; six inch stiletto heel with a one inch platform. We ordered them in black, brown and navy colors. I don't quite understand why a boy like me would ever want to wear high heels, but if you're going to wear skirts then heels work so well. With skirts and high heels I'll look sexy and that will please Carla. With skirts and heels I'll be such a good boy." From that point forward I wore no more male clothing. Carla disposed of all my old stuff and I dressed in skirts and heels from then on. It was a nice predictable arrangement. I did all the housework and served Carla sexually while she earned the money to take care of us both. After another month or so a new message was introduced to my night time slumber. "Women like boys who dress as girls. Women like boys with real girl breasts. To be a good boy you need to have real breasts. Melvin wants to be a good boy. Melvin wants real breasts so he can be a good boy." That message played repeatedly in the ear buds of my facemask. When she unlocked my mask the next morning she asked how I slept. "I slept great. I feel so wonderful when I wake up after wearing my mask for a day. I love wearing my mask, and I love dressing in girl's clothing and really high heels." "I'm glad you feel so good about the mask. I know it must be uncomfortable at times." "Yes everything is uncomfortable; my mask, my corsets and my high heels. But I don't mind the discomfort for I know these things please you Carla." "Yes the do; they please me very much Melvin." "Carla, do you think I would look better if I had real breasts?" "Oh yes Melvin, I think you would look lovely with real breasts. If you had breasts you would be such a good boy." "Is it even possible for me to have real breasts Carla?" "Yes darling. There are drugs; drugs that will help your breasts to grow. Drugs which will make you feel more like a girl. Would you like that?" "Oh yes Carla. That would be wonderful. I could have real breasts just like you. I could even wear bras couldn't I?" "Oh yes, boys with real breasts definitely must wear bras. We can buy you some pretty lacy bras just like girls wear. Won't that be fun?" "Oh yes darling that sounds perfect." "Of course there is a downside to taking the drugs which will give you breasts. Your penis will stop getting hard. You won't have orgasms anymore. I know how much you like to masturbate and have orgasms. I'm sure you would miss that." "Yes I would miss that, but I must have real breasts. Even if it means no more orgasms for me I still want breasts because I know how much pleasure that will give you." "Very well Melvin, I'll make the arrangements and you can take pills and in a few months you will have real breasts and no more erections." "I think it's good for me to not have erections Carla. When I get one I have this bulge in my skirt and I don't like how that looks." "That's true Melvin. You will look much more feminine without those unsightly bulges won't you?" "Yes that will be a good thing. Instead of wasting time masturbating, I can focus more on pleasing you and keeping your home spotless and all the laundry done perfectly." "Melvin darling, now that you're wearing girls clothing and are about to have real breasts how do you feel about still having a boy's name?" "I hadn't really thought about it, but you make a good point. Since I'll pretty much look like a girl, probably I should have a girl's name too." "Yes I certainly think you should Mel. I know. Instead of Melvin, we can change your name to Melissa. How does that sound?" "Oh I like that name. That sounds perfect." "I'll need to prepare some paperwork for you to sign; a petition for a legal name change, and consent to put you on the drugs that will give you real breasts and no more erections." "I'll be happy to sign the papers Carla. I know it's what we both want isn't it?" "Yes Melissa, this is what I've wanted for you from the day we first met in that bar. I knew then that you were the perfect candidate for my facemask project. You have become a wonderful housemaid and do such a nice job taking care of me and my home. I am so pleased with your transformation, and once you have breasts and no more erections you'll be perfect. Now be a good boy and go make our breakfast."