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My name is Andrew and the following chronicles my life since accepting a position with Dream Makers International (DMI), that would change my life forever. My experience with DMI started during my senior year of high school. I had never put much effort into my studies; I was too busy partying and messing around with girls. College was obviously going to be off the table, and I began to worry about what would happen after high school ended in a few months. My Mom was a single mother who really didn't pay much attention nor cared about my grades, extracurricular activities, or sometimes whether there was even food on the table. Getting a job and moving out was my main priority. I knew this would be a challenge though, considering my grades... As I left my final class for the day, I noticed a flyer that said, in large bold letters: 'No College?? No Problem!!' and advertised a career fair for upcoming high school graduates. 'Dozens of promising opportunities for numerous companies' it said. I shrugged, grabbed a flyer, and walked home. The career fair was on a Saturday, the very next day, so there was little time to prepare. I tried to dress up my resume as best I could, which was obviously difficult considering my horrible GPA. But I had played sports; soccer and track mostly, so I hoped that would help. My speed and agility had always surprised opponents considering how short I was for a high school boy (5'4"), and I hoped maybe I could surprise some of these recruiters, or at least get them to look past my poor grades. The following morning, I grabbed my stack of resumes, hopped on a city bus, and headed to the career fair. As I entered the building, and began walking past booths, I was impressed by the diversity of jobs being advertised. Everything from clerical, sales, technical, fast food jobs, and more. I began stopping at every booth that seemed interesting, and handing my resume to the recruiters. I noticed a pattern as they all glanced down the page, and I saw disappointment in their eyes. Each recruiter shoved my resume onto a stack of other resumes, and said, "We'll be in touch." After experiencing the same response at 20 or so booths, I decided I'd had enough. As I was heading towards the exit, I heard a loud and chipper "Hi there!" over in the corner. Was she talking to me? I asked myself as I glanced over to determine who had just called out. I looked towards the booth in the corner and saw a fairly young, possibly late 20s, brunette woman waving excitedly at me, and then motioning me to come over. This woman was beautiful, in a 'girl next door' type of way. She was wearing a fitted polo and tight black pants that left little to the imagination. "Hi, my name is Amanda. Would you like me to tell you about Dream Makers International?" I had been so distracted by this beautiful friendly girl that I hadn't even noticed what company she was recruiting for. "Uh... sure. Isn't it like a dating thing," I replied. All I had previously heard of DMI was that it was extremely expensive, so I never looked further into it. "Great!" she replied. "DMI is THE premier matchmaking corporation. Our system matches our clients with the perfect person, or sometimes persons." She winked as she stressed the s at the end of persons. "Because our system is so great at finding perfect matches, our fees are appropriately the highest in the market. This allows us to offer excellent compensation to all employees, which in turn, ensures we provide the absolute best service!." This chick was really excited about her job... "That sounds great but what jobs do you hire for? I'm no matchmaker..." I inquired. "Well of course you're not silly. We have quite a number of positions we hire for but...I think that, based on your resume I'm going to recommend you for our training program. This is a 6 month training program where you'll be trained in most facets of our system, after which you'll be placed in a more permanent role depending on our team assessment of your skills." "What kind of permanent roles?" I asked. "There's clerical... sales.... janitorial... and if you're really lucky our customer service reps make the most money, sometimes over 6 figures!" Amanda exclaimed. "Damn, I want that role," I chuckled, thinking about the absurd amount of money. "Personally? I think you'd be PERFECT for that role." Amanda replied with a noticeable grin. "I can put that down on the application as my recommendation for your post-training role, if you'd like. Also, be aware we do an extensive background check and medical history check prior to extending any offers. It's pretty standard but takes some time. Here, fill out this application at the table over there, and bring it back over when you're done." I grabbed the application, and sat at the table off to the side of the DMI booth. The first few pages seemed pretty standard; name, address, phone number. Then a section on job history. Then family information. Then a section titled "medical" including questions such as blood type (O negative), height (5'4"), weight (150lbs, give me a break, I had developed a bit of a beer belly over my senior slacking year), eye color (brown), hair color (brown), sexual preference (straight).... wait what? Why was this relevant, I asked myself? Amanda must have noticed my confused face and came over to the table. "Everything good?" she asked. "Why do you need to know sexual preference?" I asked. "Oh they're standard questions for our clients and since sometimes our employees use the employee discount to utilize our program and become clients themselves, we just get these questions out of the way. There's a few more too, just go ahead and answer them" Amanda smiled and wandered back to the booth. Weird, but whatever, maybe I'll end up making enough money here to be a client myself, I thought to myself and continued with the questions. STDs? No. Lifetime sexual partners? 30+ (I'd developed quite a sexual appetite in place of doing homework...). Most risque sexual act performed? Ran a train on a girl at a party (yeah yeah I know, but it was a one time thing). I completed all 10 pages of the application and returned it to Amanda. She looked visibly uncomfortable with a glimmer of anger as she looked over the section on sexual history. "Damn, I should have lied on that question..." I thought to myself. But she continued on, and the smile returned to her face. "Perfect! I'll submit this today. The background check will get started and you should here from us in a couple months. I feel really good about your application and hope you get to come work at DMI!" Amanda stated exuberantly. As we gave our goodbyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd seen her somewhere before. She looked so familiar, but I couldn't place it. I shrugged, and went back home. High school graduation came and went, and I still hadn't received a callback from DMI. Another month passed, and still nothing. I began to get frustrated, not wanting to live at home for another minute. Then finally, one day after my 18th birthday, the phone rang. It was Amanda. "Hey Andrew! It's Amanda from DMI. How are you?" She sounded as friendly/excited as she had at the career fair. "I'm good. I had started to think DMI wasn't interested," I replied. "Nope, the background check just finished up and you've been cleared for the training program! WHen can you start?" Amanda asked. "Wow that's great. I guess I'm ready whenever." The excitement started to show in my voice. "I should mention that the training program is on-site only. You'll live here for the full duration. But don't worry, we pay for all room and board, all meals, everything. Even clothing." I could tell Amanda wasn't sure if this would be a deal breaker. "Ha...I can't wait to get out of here. How's tomorrow sound?" I asked. This kept getting better and better. "Perfect! Just bring your ID and we'll cover the rest! We'll pick you up tomorrow at 7:30am. Have a great evening!." I hung up and it finally dawned on me that I was finally out of here. I grabbed a bag, threw some boxers, socks, shoes, deodorant and my usual overnight stuff. I could hardly sleep that night. I had no interest in telling my mother I was leaving; she wasn't home anyways so all the easier. A black town car arrived promptly at 7:30am. Amanda stepped out from the rear seat of the car and waved. The polo was gone; replaced by a low cut white blouse. The rest of her ensemble consisted of a tight gray pencil skirt, black see through tights, and tall black stiletto shoes. She looked stunning, and yet still familiar in a way. I walked towards the car, shook her well manicured hands, and got in the car. Amanda sat in the back with me, while there was a blacked out partition between us and the driver. I noticed the side and rear windows were also blacked out, to the point I couldn't see out of the car at all. The only light was a soft dome light on the ceiling. "What's with the windows?" I asked inquisitively. "So... our main office is a bit of a secret. We have a lot of proprietary trade secrets at the facility, and go to great lengths to protect them," she responded. "Anyways, let's go over the contract on the way to the facility," she continued as she pulled out an enormous binder that seemed to be filled with hundreds of pages and was approximately 4 inches thick. She struggled to hand it over to me, and it dropped onto my lap like a block of cement. "Holy... do I need to read through all of this?" I asked in disbelief. It seemed like it would take a week to complete. "You're fully entitled to, but I can also summarize the main points, and you can sign the final page. Then we'll be all set!" she responded. Considering I'd rather watch her summarize, than read this entire thing, I opted for the summary. "Sounds good!" Amanda said, as she began the summary. While I don't recall the entire summary, one of the notable items was that, if the full 6 month training program wasn't completed, I would be required to pay DMI back for all costs associated with the training. Amanda advised that the costs would be quite significant, so it would be in my best interest to complete the program. The other notable item was that I would be assigned a manager that would be in charge of my training program. Additionally, the manager would have the authority to impose punishments, at the managers discretion, for refusal to follow managerial directives, rules, or orders. Amanda finished the summary by providing information on pay/benefits. DMI would pay for all healthcare, all dental, free gym access, all food, all clothing, and all hygienic items; seemingly everything. In fact, aside from the strange manager/punishment clause, it sounded too good to be true. That should have been a red flag, but I was so excited to get out of my current living situation, I didn't care what it took. I flipped to the back sheet, signed, and placed the binder on the seat between myself and Amanda. At the same time, I felt the car come to a stop, and the doors unlocked. "We're here," Amanda exclaimed. I opened the door and noticed we were in some type of private parking garage, with dozens of other black town cars with blacked out windows. "This way!" Amanda motioned towards me. We entered an elevator, and while observing Amanda press 'B6', I noticed we were currently on 'B2'. "We're going underground?" I asked nervously. "Yep, the training program is fully underground, but don't worry, you won't even notice. We have special technology that makes it appear above ground, with natural appearing scenery outside of fake windows and all. The upper floors are mostly for sales and executives. You may end up there one day, but for now you'll be training on the lower floors." She seemed reassuring. Surely she went through a similar program and didn't mind it... "You'll love it," she said as she grinned. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing a huge modern lobby with tall glass windows. Amanda was right; the "windows" appeared to look out over a beautiful city park, but I realized this must be a digital projection. "Let's go meet your manager, and then that'll be it for me," Amanda said as she led me down the hall. "Wait you won't be involved in my training?" I asked. "Nope silly, I'm just a recruiter. You won't see me again. Well maybe one day..." She faded off with a glisten in her eye and a small smirk. I made nothing of her comment at the time and shrugged it off. We reached a split in the hallway, with a locked door leading left, and a locked door leading right. As Amanda steered us towards the left door, I observed a tall man in a suit open and come through the door on the right. As the door was open, I noticed the walls down that hallway were entirely blue. Amanda noticed my observation but believing I was observing the man, she said: "That's Mr Walters. He's one of the department heads. You'll probably meet him at some point. Anyways let's continue on." Amanda placed her palm on a palm reader, looked into an eye scanner, and the left door clicked open. Wow this place really did have intense security. As Amanda opened the door, and we entered through it, I noticed all the walls in this hallway were a flowery pink color. "Uh what's with the walls?" "We have two different training programs, hence the two different colors. don't worry you'll learn more about it," Amanda said as she opened a door labeled 'initial interview room'. "Go ahead and wait in here. I'll get Mistress Abbott. Oh and I'll take this off your hands," she said as she grabbed my bag. "I have underwear and stuff, won't I need that?" I asked. "Nope, we'll provide you with everything you need. Okay, good luck!" Amanda smiled and slipped out of the room. As I looked around the room, I noticed this room also had a window; this one looking out over a running stream, or appeared to anyways. It was actually very soothing. As I relaxed onto one of the two large plush couches, I heard loud clacking heels walking down the hall toward the room. The clacks approached the door, stopped, and the door opened. In walked a tall thick woman, who had a very serious looking face. Not that she appeared unfriendly; just serious. "Andrew I presume?" she asked in a moderate tone. "That's me," I replied. "Miss Abbott?" "Not to sound rude but go ahead and call me Mistress, as it is part of the training rules." "Uh okay, got it," I replied sheepishly. Damn I should have read more of the contract. "Good, let's get started," Mistress Abbott stated as she sat on the couch opposite me. "As your recruiter probably explained, I will be your manager or as you will refer to me as, Mistress. I will tailor your training as necessary. Let's see what your recruiter recommended as your post-training role..." Mistress said as she leafed through my paperwork. "Service rep? really?" She looked at me quizzically. "Yeah I guess, she said it paid the best," I replied. "Well that's true... the pay is unmatched for sure. It is the most work but we'll make it happen. As a reminder you must follow the training regime exactly as prescribed. To not do so is a contract violation and punishment will be imposed. Trust that you don't want tot go down that road." she said sternly. "Not a problem, I'm ready to learn," I said confidently. "If you say so. Okay we'll get you started with the initial stage. Stage 1 helps get you in physical shape necessary to be an ideal service rep." I'd been wanting to get in better shape and lose the beer gut, but just hadn't gotten around to it. Getting paid to do it was the perfect opportunity. "For the next couple weeks, your only focus should be exercise and nutrition, then we can move on to stage 2." She said. Mistress called in the nutritionist who gave me what was referred to as a supplement drink. Similar to the different color hallways, the nutritionist had blue and pink cans of supplement drinks on her cart. "Can I have a blue one? All this pink stuff is a bit much," I asked. "Sorry honey, the blue cans are for a different program," she replied, while handing me a pink can. "Go ahead and drink this and combined with exercise and eating right you'll get to stage 2 in no time." I popped the can open and finished off the strawberry flavored drink. It didn't take long before I started to feel tingling all over my body, largely focused in my muscles. "Wow, is this going to hekp my muscles grow faster?" I exclaimed hopefully. "Well it will definitely have an impact on your muscle mass, no doubt. You'll need to take 1 can per day, but if you're not getting results you want, go ahead and increase to 2 daily. I'll leave the remaining supply in your room. I'll walk you over to the gym where you'll meet your physical trainer." We exited the interview room and walked down the long pink hall to another long pink hall, and finally to a room labeled "training." "Go in, and let them know your name, and that it's your first day. They'll take care of you," she said and then departed. I entered the room and was greeted by a tall extremely buff guy at the front desk. He finished chugging his blue supplement drink and greeted me "Hey, what's up dude? How can I help you?" he asked. "Hi...my name is Andrew. Today is my 1st day of the training program. I'm on stage 1..." I replied. "Yep! We've been expecting you. Let me pull up your training info," he stated as he typed away at the keyboard. "Let's see...ah yes the pink program. Did you already take your supplement?" he asked. "I did... hey what's the deal with the pink... how can I get on the blue program?" I asked him. "I don't know bro, I think it's selected during the recruitment phase. When I got here they put me on blue. I completed the program last week actually. It's great." He smiled. "Sigh.. fine now what?" I asked. "Oh yeah let's get to work! Locker rooms are in the back, your workout clothes will be in a locker with your name on it. Once you're changed come back out and I'll help you get started on your customized program." I wandered towards the back of the gym, through a sear of treadmills, ellipticals, stair climbers, and small free weights. "The weight room must be in a different area," I thought to myself. My muscles were still tingling, so maybe that would help build mass anyways. I got to the locker room and found a locker labeled "Andrew." AS seemed to be all too common, all the lockers were bright pink. I opened up the locker to grab what I expected to be a tshirt, basketball shorts, and sneakers. Only the sneakers were as expected. The shirt was an extremely tight, probably 3 sizes too small, v-neck workout shirt, and the shorts were way shorter than I was used to. "At least they aren't pink" I thought. I struggled my way into the clothes, trying to disregard how ridiculous I felt, and went back to the gym. The front desk guy was waiting for me, with clipboard in hand. "Hey by the way I'm Brian, and I'll be training you. You look great!" He said. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, but I assumed he was and ignored him. "Let's see what regime they have you on..." he said as he looked at his clipboard. "Yep pretty standard stuff; we're going to cycle you through every type of machine in this room, and mix in some light weight lifting with these weights," he said, motioning towards the 1 to 20 lb pink weights stacked in the corner. I rolled my eyes, and hopped in the elliptical. ____________________________________________________________________ For the next 7 days, I spent 8 hours a day doing a combination of mostly cardio and light weight lifting (the max weight in the gym was 20lb free weights...). Normally I would be exhausted but apparently those delicious paint cans were feeling you with energy. However they didn't seem to be doing much for my muscle mass. If anything I felt like I was regressing. My arms felt weaker and my previously large biceps and thighs seem to be shrinking! In my mind all this cardio was killing my muscles. I figured the only solution would be to increase my dose of the paint cans. At the end of the first week I weighed in at 125 pounds. I knew I had had some weight to lose but expected to gain some muscle. How did I lose 25 pounds in a single week?? Well the nutritionist did say to increased use of the supplement drink if I wasn't getting the results I wanted... With one week left on the physical training program, I started drinking three paint cans a day. It didn't seem to be helping. By the end of the week I couldn't even call the 20-pound free weights. I felt incredibly weak, despite having a ton of energy and feeling I could run for days. "what is going on?" I thought to myself. On the final day of the week, I went back to the gym for my final weigh-in and evaluation. Both Mistress Abbott and my trainer Mike were there waiting for me. "Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed. "You look amazing!" "I haven't gained any muscle mass at all," I complained. "I feel like a wimp now..." "We'll let's see how you did," Mistress Abbott stated. "Strip to your undies and hop on the scale." I did as she asked, and as I looked into the mirror behind the scale, I observed someone I didn't even recognize. Looking back at me was what looked like a prepubescent girl I'll be at with facial stubble and light chest hair. My body fat had completely dropped off revealing a super flat stomach and a heart-shaped gap between my thighs and the bottom of my briefs. I realized that I not only felt like a wimp but looks like one too. "105 lbs, wow Andrew, you exceeded my expectations," Mistress Abbott said, with a proud look on her face. "I'll be rating you highly for stage 1. Good job. " "Good??" I exclaimed. "I look ridiculous. What happened?" "Don't worry, you're right on track for your training plan. Do you or do you not want to get the customer service rep position?" She looked at me sternly. "I mean yeah I do, but... " "Then trust me and let's get stage 2 underway." Mistress Abbott grabbed mine are much thinner hand and let me out of the gym. I felt powerless as she told me. Mike smiled warmly and waved at me as I left. "Don't worry, you'll have regular gym sessions. You'll see Mike plenty, but no funny business between employees," she warned. I had no idea what she meant by that, so I ignored it. "Now, stage 2 involves quite a bit, so just do as I say and it will get done promptly. First, start using this shampoo every night. It will give you the best and most healthy hair you've ever had. You can continue buzzing it for now, since it seems that's what you like..." She drifted off again. "Since your body size has changed, Weaver place all of your clothing. It will be in the dresser in your room when you get back. You'll have stage two appointments in the morning. I'll come and get you at 8 a.m." Mistress Abbott escorted me to my. I recognized that the clothes I was wearing were so baggy they're practically falling off but I figured prior to try on the new clothes I should take a shower first. I tried the new shampoo the mistress had given me. It felt great on my scalp although it did give me a tingling sensation which seemed to mostly fade away once I rinsed and dried my hair. I went to the dresser, to try on the new clothes. The underwear was all tight briefs, no boxers like I was used to. At least they were all black and not tighty White's, I thought to myself as I pulled on a pair. Damn they were tight... There was a tank top undershirt but as it was getting late, I opted for the PJs. The PJs were two piece: red silk pants that were some of the loose down my legs but incredibly tight on my buttocks (ugh they must have my size wrong, I thought), and a matching silk button-down PJ top that was so low cut that my chest hair was visible. Additionally, the pants would only go as high at the top of my briefs, and the PJ top and it just above my navel, leaving a 3 to 4 inch gap of skin between the two. Man, they really didn't know my sizing. I was too tired to worry about it, and passed out on the bed. The next morning I grabbed the most comfortable looking clothes in the dresser (a pair of what seemed to be yoga pants and a small baby blue t- shirt). At least they werent pink... I buzzed my head as I've done daily for years; they had provided me with a buzzing kit. Mistress Abbott came by and escorted me to a room labeled grooming. "What, am I dog now?" I joked nervously. Looking unamused, she replied, "Your body hair is out of control and needs to be taken care of." She wasn't really wrong; I realized my chest hair was peeking out the top of my v-neck t-shirt. "Will it hurt? I've never had my chest waxed..." I asked. "No, we only use the most high-tech lasers. It will be permanent though," she responded. "That's fine," I always thought my chest hair was pretty gross, but had always been too lazy to do anything about it. She let me in, and I was greeted by friendly looking female and a white coat like a doctor. "Hi, I'm Dr. Jamison. I'll be taking care of you today, go ahead and strip naked, and lay on the table and we'll get started." I thought the naked part was weird, but I was pretty proud of my package, girls had always complimented it so whatever. I stripped, and laid on the table, which had a few large device is pointing at it. "Okay, I'm giving you a mild sedative so you can nap while I work, this does take quite a while and I don't want you fidgeting." She pricked my arm with a needle and I started to drift into a fog. I remember hearing a low hum and then warm tingling starting at my toes, slowly creeping up my legs, torso, chest, arms, neck, and face. "Must be the sedative. It'll probably be a few more hours," I thought to myself. "okay all done," Dr. Jamison said as she removed the laser protective glasses from my eyes. "I thought it would take longer," I replied, as my eyes adjusted to the light of the room. "It took hours honey, you just feel like it was quicker because of the sedative. But you're all set. Take a look and I'll go get mistress Abbott." Dr. Jamison left the room, and I swung my legs over the side of the table while I set up. It felt much cooler in the room then I remembered... I looked down and grinned as I saw every single chest hair was gone. No stubble... Nothing. But then I looked lower, and my stomach dropped. My legs... Wait, my arms... I grab that my face. It was all gone. She had removed all the hair from my body! Frantically, I felt the top of my head, and breathed a sigh of relief; that was still there, albeit feeling longer than my buzz cut usually felt this time of day. I noticed my pubes were intact as well. Well...mostly intact. Only a small patch above my penis. Everything around my balls, legs, taint and ass were gone. At that moment Mistress Abbott entered the room. "This is bullshit, where's my facial hair, my leg hair, everything!" I yelled. "Don't take that tone of voice with me young lady. This is all a part of your training plan. Let's go, you have one more appointment today; the dentist," she said as she led me out the door by the arm. Now, I didn't have perfect teeth but they weren't horrible. Just average teenage boy teeth. "What does all this have to do with being a service rep?" I cried out as she dragged me down the hall; my skinny arm completely enveloped in her strong hand. "After your dentist appointment MAYBE I'll go over more of your contract with you, since you OBVIOUSLY didn't read it," she said, glaring at me. "But we're late for this appointment, so first things first." We entered a room labeled "oral surgery and restoration," and I was greeted by a male doctor with bright shining white teeth. "We're a bit behind schedule so go ahead and have a seat over there," he said, pointing at a Dentist's chair. "We'll get started right away." I tried to resist but Mistress Abbott pulled me over to the chair and plopped me down. I hated being so weak and helpless now... "This is a pretty extensive process so I'm going to put you under," he said, as he lowered a mask over my face before I could object. As I was fading into blackness, I heard my Mistress mutter to the doctor "She's becoming difficult, let's go ahead and do the umm... next part, while she's here. I'll grab Dr. Morison and he can do his work when you're done." What a nightmare, I thought as I drifted to sleep. __________________________________________________ "She's coming to," I heard a familiar voice say. Ugh, it wasn't just a dream. I recognized the voice as my Mistress. Still groggy, I mumbled, "What did you do to me this time?" As I spoke, I could tell my gums and jaws were sensitive, and my lips were numb. I ran my tongue across my teeth and felt smoothness all the way across. "We did quite a bit, as there was quite a bit to do. We put in some of the best quality veneers in the industry, to improve upon those tiny chiclets you had. We fully aligned all your teeth, and applied our patented teeth whitening solution to all of your teeth. You will have sparkling white teeth forever," the dentist replied, clearly proud of his work. "Here, take a look," the dentist said as he handed me a mirror. I pulled the mirror in front of my face, and was taken aback. First, my lips looked incredibly swollen. I felt them with my fingers and they were squishy to the touch, but still numb. Must be the lasting effects of the dental work, I thought. My upper lip was plumped up and out significantly, to the point where my top front teeth were slightly visible even with my lips resting 'closed'. The bottom lip was also slightly plumped, but didn't stick out quite as far as the upper lip. They felt like pillows. Actually, I thought, these were the kind of lips I thought were extremely sexy on girls; 'soft cock pillows' I had always called them. At least they'd go away when the swelling died down, I thought to myself, thinking how ridiculous they looked on a guy. Since my lips were still numb, I revealed my teeth with my right hand, while holding the mirror with my left. The dentist hadn't lied; my small to average, slightly crooked off white teeth had been replaced by large chompers, perfectly aligned all the way across, and sparkling bright white. They looked perfect, but combined with the ridiculously swollen lips, seemed like they belonged to a hot female newscaster, not a teenage boy. "Uh yeah, they look nice but I don't think it's quite me," I said. "You'll get used to them. Go rest in your room for a few hours and then meet me in my office. We'll discuss any questions you have," my Mistress said, again sounding annoyed. I wandered back to my room, laid down and took a short nap, hoping once again this was just a bad dream. But alas, when I awoke, i was in the same room. At least my lips weren't numb anymore, but the swelling had not gone down at all. My nap had been shorter than expected, and with time to kill, I wandered to the lounge area. Usually it was empty, but today there was a gorgeous blonde sprawled on one of the couches, reading what appeared to be a romance novel. She was wearing the same outfit as me, however it was clear it fit her QUITE differently. She was laying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, and facing the door, displaying major cleavage. Mind you, as someone that hadn't had sex in weeks, I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her. Her round ass cheeks stretched the yoga pants to their limit. I guess I had been standing in the doorway, staring, for too long, as she looked up excitedly and waved. She sat up, and in doing so, her enormous melons bounced up and down before coming rest. Jesus. "My name's Candice! What's yours?" she asked. "Hey Candice, I'm Andrew," I replied as I walked toward her to shake her hand. As I reached my hand out, she jumped up from the couch and gave me an extremely tight hug. "We hug around here!" she said. I was enjoying the feeling of the two soft melons pressed against my chest, when I felt something hard between us. "Shit of course I'd have a boner," I thought to myself, turning red. "Oh my gosh!" Candice jumped back. "I'm so sorry, I've been on this training program for weeks, and haven't.. taken care of business, if you know what I mean, in awhile," I stammered. "Oh it's quite alright, it just surprised me. I'm quite flattered actually." Now Candice was turning red. "I'm actually on my last stage of the program. It's been great! I actually haven't touched one ... of those.. in awhile myself" she said shyly as she motioned toward my now shrinking boner. Clearly Candice seemed happy with the program so maybe it wasn't going to be that bad. "Anyways, they don't really really let boys in here..." her tone turning more sultry. She bit her lip and rubbed her hand up my leg. "Uh... is that... right..." I'd banged some hot chicks in high school but this girl was a 10/10. I was almost nervous to proceed. "Uh huh, can we play a bit?" she asked as she licked her large soft lips, which oddly didn't look much different than my swollen lips. As her hand worked it's way up my leg, it brushed my cock, which was straining hard against the tight yoga pants. I was speechless, which she clearly took as consent. She pulled down the top of my pants and briefs, and my cock sprung out. Candice squealed with delight. I wasn't sure where this was going but I wasn't going to stop it. She dropped to her knees, cupped my balls, and looked at me with some of the most amazing crystal blue eyes I'd seen to that point. She slowly wrapped her huge pink cock pillows around the head of my penis. She moaned as she slid it deeper, and deeper down her throat, until all 6 inches were inside her mouth and throat. She slowly pulled it out, circling the shaft with her tongue. She continued one of the best blowjobs I'd probably ever had, and as I was about to cum, she stopped, licked her lips and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. "Can you fuck me in the ass? Please?" she begged. Jesus this girl is a slut, but how can I turn down such a request. "Yeah but let's go to the closet over there, I don't want to get caught." We opened the door to the small lounge closet which was little more than a coat closet. I turned on the light as she pulled her yoga pants off. Beneath these pants were what looked like latex panties. I went to pull them off. "No, they don't come off, but don't worry, there's easy access," she said, winking at me. She turned around and presented her ass, which had a nice open hole where the asshole was clearly accessible. Kind of weird, I thought, but my hard on was ready to explode, so I wasted no time. I pulled her hard by the hips, towards me, and shoved my cock into her asshole. She almost screamed but caught herself by covering her mouth with one hand, while bracing herself against the closet wall with the other. She continued moaning into her hand as I pounded away. She must have started orgasming herself, because she took her hand off her mouth and used both hands against the closet wall to push herself forcibly back against my cock as it went in and out, deeper and deeper. She obviously couldn't hold in her pleasure any longer. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, YES, FUCK ME HARDER, OH MY GOD!" she squealed. Her screams and gyrations put me over the edge. "Fuuuuck, I'm coming," I muttered. "YES! Come in my ass! PLEASE I NEED IT." she cried out. I gave her exactly what she asked for. With a few more violent thrusts, I unloaded weeks worth of seed deep into her ass. I slowly pulled out my cock from her anus, and we both collapsed to the floor. A small pool of cum started to collect under her ass. "Sorry about the mess," I apologized. "Oh my God, it was so worth it!" she smiled. Damn she was hot. My excitement was short lived as a I heard the closet door swing open. I tried to pull up my pants but it was too late. "Andrew! I already warned you about messing around with other employees," Mistress Abbott yelled with fire in her eyes. "That will be the last time you use that...thing around her," motioning toward my now flacid member. Before I could stammer out a response she grabbed my arm, easily lifting my small 105 lb frame out of the closet. "And Candice, go clean yourself up. I'll be speaking with your mistress." Mistress Abbott said sternly in Candice's direction. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry mistress," Candice replied shyly. Mistress Abbott dragged me out of the lounge and kept pulling me down the hall. "Where are you taking me?" I demanded. "First of all, you need to learn your place. If you wish to speak to me, or ask a question, address me as Mistress. Understand?" "Yeah..." I said sheepishly. She stopped, glared at me and yelled, "EXCUSE ME??" "I mean yes Mistress." This was ridiculous. But she looked satisfied for now. "Now, since you disobeyed my order by messing around with another trainee, we are going to make sure it doesn't happen again." She pulled me into an unlabeled room, pressed a button on the wall and yelled into an intercom: "We have one ready." This was starting to get scary, what are they about to do to me? Three male orderlies entered through a side door. "Do as you're told and they won't need to restrain you," Mistress said sternly. "Now, remove your pants and underwear; they will be replaced with a pair that ensure you don't misbehave again." Not wanting to be manhandled by the orderlies, I sheepishly removed the yoga pants and briefs. Mistress brought out a pair of hot pink latex underwear. As she brought them closer, I recognized they were very similar to Candice's, complete with a hole for the anus. "Please mistress no, I'd rather not wear pink, and they look too tight," I objected. "This is your own doing. Put them on NOW," she demanded. Not seeing any other option, I slowly pulled the underwear on. But as I pulled them up I noticed a strange sleeve inside the front. "I'll help you with that part," Mistress said, walking over to me. "Point your penis towards the floor," she demanded. As I did so, she pulled the underwear higher, and pulled a small tube from the sleeve inside the front interior of the underwear. Her next action was so quick I wasn't able to fight it before it was done. She slipped the small tube into the tip of my dick and up my urethra. I yelled out, as it stung quite a bit, but froze as the orderlies stepped closer. They stopped, and Mistress continued. She slid my penis down into the sleeve, with the tube embedded deep inside. Mistress finished pulling the underwear all the way up (which was still fairly low, just beneath my protruding hip bones) and released them with a snap. My dick was completely constricted and pushed down towards the floor. Looking down at my new underwear, there wasn't even a bulge. The front of my underwear was completely flat, like a girl. "Now, we will fix your panties in place," she said as one of the orderlies grabbed what appeared to be a heat gun, and approached. "Please Mistress, how am I to go to the bathroom?" I asked. "There is a hole in the bottom connected to the tube in your urethra, and there is an anal access hole in the back. You'll be fine," she said. I whimpered as the orderly turned on the heat gun and started waving it over the panties. As he did so, they got tighter and tighter until I felt like they would tear. But they never did. Finally, the orderly stepped back. "All done. Remember you'll need to sit to pee now. And don't bother trying to remove these; they can't be pulled or cut off. Only one of our high power lasers will remove them. If you behave, one day we'll have them taken off. IF you behave..." Mistress warned. I felt humiliated, wearing hot pink panties and appearing to be a girl from first glance. I felt a cool breeze behind me, reached back and felt a round hole perfectly surrounding my anus, much like Candice had. I'd finally had enough and started to tear up. "Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. Mistress responded bluntly, "You agreed to all of this in your contract. You may as well accept it. You agreed to take part in the pink training program as recommended by your recruiter. By the end of the program you will be one of our outstanding female service reps." What I had started to suspect had finally been confirmed. "Wait, what the FUCK!" I yelled in anger. "No fucking way. I'm a dude and you can't make me a girl!" "We not only can, but we will. You signed the contract. There's no way out of it. And any more outbursts will lead to MUCH worse discipline than you've experienced today. Now, you can rest for the remainder of the day, but tomorrow we WILL continue. You will also now go by Andrea. No more Andrew from here on out." Everything started to make sense. The weight loss had been intentional. The hair removal, the teeth. Holy shit the lips. "Wait my lips aren't just swollen are they?" I didn't want to hear the answer. "No of course not, we used our patented lip filler. Best in the industry. They will permanently stay like they are unless we decide to add more," she responded. More? They were already enormous. I knew now things would only get worse unless I escaped. I had to figure something out. Mistress led me back to my room, and I heard a loud lock. I was trapped, at least for the night. I took a hot shower, used the provided shampoo, and passed out on the bed until morning. The following morning, I went to buzz my head as usual, but the buzz kit was gone. You've got to be kidding me, I thought. I looked in the mirror and noticed my hair had grown overnight, as much as it usually does in a couple months. Not super long thankfully but enough to start hanging over my ears and neck. It was also silky and soft. I looked for scissors, clippers; anything, but to no avail. I looked at my lips and as expected, the swelling had not subsided. I reached up and felt them; still thick squishy pillows. And then a knock at the door. My stomach dropped again. What were they going to do to me today? "Coming along nicely I see," Mistress said as she saw my longer hair. "Today we start your tanning regime. You're far too pasty at the moment." Of all the things they could do, tanning seemed the most tame. Plus it would give me time to think about an escape. She led me to a well furnished lobby inside a door labeled "tanning salon." "I'll be back in a bit when you're done," Mistress advised. The cute young female attendant led me to a private room which had a large tanning bed in the middle. "Go ahead and strip, then get on the bed, while I look at your Mistress's notes," she said. As I climbed naked up onto the bed, she seemed ready. "Go ahead and lay back, I'm going to protect your eyes." She placed some small lenses over my eyes as I laid flat on my back. "Now just relax," she said. I felt something touch near my hipbones and inquired, "What was that?" "Don't worry about it, just part of the process as dictated by your Mistress. I'll be back in awhile when the session is complete," she said as her voice faded and I heard the door close. She must have closed the lid of the tanning bed because I felt a warm glow over my entire body. "This is so gay," I thought to myself. "I've never tanned. This is ridiculous." Finally the girl returned, lifted the lid, and took the lenses from my eyes. "Looking good! You'll need to come back weekly to maintain, but I'm sure your Mistress will make sure of it. Feel free to get dressed and I'll let her know you're ready to go!" she said before walking out the door. I looked down to see the damage, and it actually didn't look horrible. Kind of like someone that had just spent a day at the beach. But as I was pulled on my yoga pants, I noticed a small patch of paleness. What? How did a spot get missed? I questioned. I walked over to the mirror on the wall, and groaned when i realized what it was. The girl had placed a heart sticker right above my hip bone, and now I had a large distinct pale heart that was impossible to hide. I just can't catch a break here, I thought. I knew what I had to do. The only way I'll be able to escape Mistress's watchful eye is if I gain her trust. Then she'll give me more freedom. So for the next few weeks, I did exactly as I was told. I went to my weekly tanning sessions; heart outline and all. I kept up with my weekly physical cardio training, and attended the classes I was assigned to, which included learning feminine etiquette and mannerisms. By the end of these weeks, my hair was now grown all the way down to the small of my back. I could never find any cutting instruments so I just let it go. Finally one morning Mistress stopped by and asked, "Ready for stage 3?" I still hadn't found any escape routes, so I knew I had to keep playing along. "Yes Mistress. I'm ready." I smiled at her. It still felt ridiculous to smile with these cushions on my mouth. Mistress led me to the hair and nails salon. She handed the girl at the front desk, who's name appeared to be Stacy on her nametag, a clipboard with what appeared to be a checklist, with notes written on it. "Okay Andrea, be a good girl," Mistress said as she walked back out into the hallway. Stacy looked over the checklist then glanced up at me. "Quite a bit to do here, let's get started. It says that since you've been a good girl, you'll be able to make some of your own choices!" she said, cheerily. Great... I thought to myself. Just keep playing along. "We'll do your hair first, so it can work while we do the rest. Now, pick a color from this template," she said as she handed me a large card with multiple color choices on it. "And don't worry, you can always come back and change it. Our product doesn't wash out or even grow out, nor does it damage hair. You can change as often as you'd like." Figuring it didn't really matter since I planned to escape soon, I pointed at the card without even looking. "Oooo good choice," she said, grabbing the card away. She took a syringe from a small refrigerator looking unit, and approached my scalp with it. "Don't worry, just a small prick." And she stabbed the base of my neck with the needle. Small prick my ass. My entire scalp started tingling. "The sensation is normal. It means it's working. Moving on!" she led me over to a chair which was clearly for manicures. "Okay choose a style and color!" she said. I tried to think of something understated and classy... "Uh... french nails, as short as possible. I've never had nails before, they look like a pain in the ass." "French nails it is! But unfortunately your Mistress mandated the length so there's no flexibility there, sorry about that. Now, I'm going to work on these while Michelle takes care of those brows and lashes. Just lean back, close your eyes and we'll get to work. Feel free to doze off. Michelle is giving you a mild sedative so you don't move around and get a lash in your eye." The girl who I assumed was Michelle came over and leaned my chair back. Stacy put my hands up on arm rests to the side. The sedative went to work quickly and I welcomed the nap. I felt them start working as I slowly drifted to sleep; nail filing, some trimming, some plucking.... When the fog lifted, both my hands and eyelids felt a little heavy. "Is it done?" I asked, slowly opening my eyes. "Yep, all done. Take your time to adjust. Your eyelids will feel heavy until you get used to your new lashes." I looked down at my hands as was shocked. Extending from each finger were long wide square tipped white french nails. Nails that only the sluts I knew from high school ever wore.To make things worse, instead of the nail beds being the typical clear acrylic, they were painted hot pink, to contrast with the white tips. These were the opposite of understated and classy! "No no no, please cut these. How am I supposed to do anything with this?" I whined. "Sorry, not only did your Mistress specify length, but these nails can't be cut, and they won't break, which is kinda nice actually. They're top of the line in terms of quality and durability. Now, I can always paint them a new color, but the nails are now bonded to your natural nails. They're not coming off. I'd recommend just getting used to them," Stacy responded. As she was explaining the nails, my eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier. Michelle must have noticed my struggles because she chimed in. "Here take this mirror and have a look," she said. I clumsily grabbed the mirror handle with my thin hands, now complete with long slutty french nails. I almost dropped the mirror when I looked at my reflection. My brows had been groomed into high arches. My lashes were so long that if they weren't curled as dramatically as they were, they would probably be blocking my vision. "These are extensions right? They'll eventually fall out?" I inquired. "Nope!" Michelle exclaimed. "Implanted in both your upper and lower eyelids. They're permanent." She seemed proud of her work. They were so thick and long I felt like a cartoon character. "How about your hair?" she asked. I'd been too distracted by the nails and lashes I didn't realize that while I was out, my hair had fully changed color. It was now a deep dark red, with a shimmer to it. They had trimmed it into side swept bangs, clipped back to keep the hair out of my eyes while they worked. That was it; aside from my flat chest, I was actually looking like a girl. I need to escape SOON, I thought. Some of this HAS to be reversible... Mistress was waiting for me when I left the salon. She guided me to a room labeled fashion. "We need to get you out of those sneakers and yoga clothes. It's time to actually dress like a young lady," she said. She had a dress bag all laid out, next to a shoe-box. Out of the dress bag, she removed a pink frilly dress with puffed up short sleeves and a white frilly petticoat. She then handed me a pair of white opaque tights. "Put these on," she said, handing them to me. Whatever it took to keep her trust for now. I was making my escape TODAY. I slipped the dress over my head and felt like such a sissy wearing such a ridiculous dress. I pulled the tights all the way up past my panties. The dress and petticoat was short enough that I felt I would expose my ass if I bent over at all... I made a note to avoid doing so as long as I had to wear this girly thing. Mistress then opened the shoebox and pulled out tall white platform heels. They looked to be at least 6 inches tall. How the hell was I supposed to walk in those, I thought. "Put these on. You need to learn how to walk in these." I sat on a bench and slipped the shoes on both feet. As I tried to buckle them I noticed the buckles were not your standard buckle, and just couldn't figure them out. "That's fine," she said, "let me help." She pulled the strap through, and pushed down on a clamp. As she did so, there was a loud click. "Perfect," she said. "Now, these can only be removed with a key that I have, so don't bother trying to take them off. I'll stop by before bedtime and remove them, but otherwise you need to become proficient in walking in tall heels. Now, you have half the day, and since you've been a good girl, you can have the rest of the day off. I recommend you practice walking a bit though. Don't waste the day." Oh, I do plan on walking, I thought. Walking my way right out of this nightmare. I stood up, and started the long walk back to my room. Walking in these things was so difficult that I ended up taking short steps, not wanting to trip over myself. As I was slowly making my way back, I stopped and looked in a full length mirror. With my flat chest and short frilly pink dress and white tights, I looked like a little girl. Humiliated, I continued on, scheming my escape. It felt like my first stroke of luck when I caught glimpse of a door just slightly ajar. I peaked in and saw it was a hallway with pink on one wall and blue on the other. This could be promising I thought, as I'd only seen pink hallways since I'd been here. I snuck in the door and wobbled down the hall. Halfway down the hall, towards the blue door at the other end, I came across an elevator labeled "Executives." Maybe there's an exit, I thought. I pressed the up button and the elevator dinged. I entered and looked at the options. There was only one. Up, to level 10. Yes! Above ground! Maybe I can find exit stairs. I reached the 10th floor and quickly started looking for an exit, while hobbling around in my 6 inch heels. I heard voices coming down a side hallway and rushed into the first unlocked door I could find. I pressed my back up against the door and closed my eyes, hoping they hadn't seen me. The voices passed the door. I was safe. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Well hello young lady..." a gruff voice came from my right side. I jumped. I'd thought the room was empty, but as I looked to my right, I saw a well dressed man sitting behind a desk. "Don't be shy. I said hello," he continued. "Uh...hi... sorry I thought the room was empty, I'll be going now..." I went to grab the handle but before I could, I heard a click. The man was aiming a remote at the door, apparently locking it. "You look familiar.. what's your name and where's your mistress young lady?" he asked. "My name is Andrew and I'm a boy, not a young lady," I adamantly stated. "Ohhh I recognize you now. You're Andrea. You gave Mistress Abbott a hard time early on. I've heard you've been behaving lately, but this doesn't look like behaving..." "Please sir, I need to get out of here, I'm not a girl. I want to go home," I whined. "Is that so? You sure look like a dainty girl, what are you.. 100 lbs? And that frilly dress.. that hair... who do you think you're fooling?" he continued. "Look, if Mistress Abbott found you here you'd be in some serious trouble wouldn't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Let me introduce myself. I am Mr. Warner. I am actually Mistress Abbott's boss. She's likely on her way here now." The timing was unreal, as that very second I heard Mistress Abbott's loud clacking heels rushing this direction down the hall. "Please sir, help me," I pleaded. "Only if you admit you're a girl now. You were once a boy, but you're now a dainty girl. Say it," he demanded. Not seeing any other option I sputtered, "Okay I'm a dainty girl! Please help!" Mr Warner seemed satisfied and motioned me towards him. "Here, hide under my desk. She can't see you here." I wasted no time crawling under his desk, my location completely hidden from anyone on the other side of the desk. "I know it's a tight fit but stay quiet and I won't reveal your hiding spot," he reassured me as there was a loud pounding at the door. Mr Warner, still sitting in his chair, pushed towards the desk, almost kneeing me in the face. I readjusted so that my hands weren't rolled over, and now was kneeling towards Mr. Warner. He unlocked the door with his remote and called out, "Come in!" Someone rushed in, and I recognized my Mistresses voice: "She's gone. She ran off somewhere. I'm going to kill that little brat!" she yelled. "Who ran off? Mr Warner inquired, acting dumb. He pushed his chair in closer towards the desk. This time spreading his legs so he wouldn't knee me in the face. "Andrea! I knew she was faking!" "Calm down, all exits are guarded and she couldn't have left the building. She'll show up." He again scooted forward almost rolling over my manicured hands. I pulled them up and placed them to my side, as there was nowhere else to put them. It was getting increasingly cramped under the desk, with his legs now straddling my head. "Permission to use the anal electric rod for punishment? This can't be allowed!" she yelled. I froze in fear at what I had just heard. "Well she has been a good girl lately right? Until now? Has she undergone her pleasure training yet?" he asked. Pleasure training? "No, not yet," Mistress replied. "Well, I'd say it's about time.. how about if she passes pleasure training, we let this mishap slide?" I could tell he was getting excited as he scooted one last time. Now my face was directly touching the crotch of his pants. I tried to pull my head back but there was nowhere to go. And what the hell was pleasure training? "She'll never pass. She's been faking all along, I know it," Mistress replied. "Oh I don't know about that. Some people will surprise you," he said. I felt his crotch start swelling. Oh gross, I thought to myself, knowing what that swelling was. "Let's give her a chance to prove herself," he went on. The swelling continued and was pressed hard against my face. "For example, we'll start by teaching her how to use her teeth to pull down a zipper." I could now feel his swollen crotch pulsating against my face. I knew what he was hinting at but just couldn't do it. "And if she refuses, you can use the anal electric prod." I froze in fear again. Were these really my only two options? Pulling this pervs zipper down or having a prod shoved up my ass? I reluctantly opened my mouth and began tugging at his zipper. It was more difficult than I expected, and with each tug, I felt the swollen crotch get harder and felt more pulsating. Finally with one final pull, down the zipper went.. It happened so fast that I couldn't get my mouth away. As the zipped gave way, out sprang an enormous dick. It was in my mouth. I tried to pull back, but my head was pinned between Mr Warners thighs. I had nowhere to go. I felt like I was going to be sick. I'd gotten plenty of blowjobs but putting a cock in MY mouth was something I never considered or wanted. But here it was. "Now, she might resist at first, but if she passes, I think we can spare the punishment," he said as he pushed his crotch further towards me, pushing his cock towards the back of my throat. The salty taste was something I was not prepared for. "We just have to teach her that a good girl swallows the entire cock. She doesn't just tease the tip," pushing even deeper. How much more was there?? As it began pushing down my throat, I felt a gag reflex kick in. I knew gagging would blow my cover so I resisted as best I could. He kept pushing deeper and deeper until my large soft lips pressed against his body. His cock was now inches down my throat and I was struggling to breath. I grabbed at his legs with my hands, and perhaps sensing my agony, he backed out until only the tip remained. "I've been monitoring her progress, and she's been looking great, especially those lips. I bet they feel as good as they look." I could hear him snicker. "We just need to teach her how to use them right, how to grip a cock with those pillows and suck up and down." I realized this was going to go on forever until I either gave up and let my Mistress have me for her discipline... or... if I finished off what I'd been forced to start. I chose what I felt was the lesser of two horrible decisions. I started sucking Mr Warners cock as all those high school sluts had done to me. I teased the shaft with my tongue, I wrapped my thick lips tight around his cock and pushed him deep down my throat again and again. I could tell he was struggling to keep the conversation with my Mistress going, but he was close to convincing her. I just wanted this over with. I picked up my speed and gave it everything I had. I felt him tighten his thighs around my head, and knew it was close. I tightened the grip on his cock with my lips and shoved him as far down my throat as I could. I felt a pulsing in his shaft and knew what was coming next. I'd done it. It was over. I pulled my head back... except.. I couldn't. He had it gripped tight between his legs. Oh please god no, I thought, and began to panic. Sucking this guy's cock was bad enough but I'm not about to let some dude come in my mouth. I tried harder and harder to pull my head away, but that only seemed to increase the pulsing in his cock. Finally a warm sticky substance shot hard into the back of my throat. A disgusting salty tasting goo. Just get this over with, I thought. Except it didn't stop there. Another shot, then another. Soon my mouth felt full of the wet goo and I could feel it oozing out between my lips and his cock. Finally he relaxed his cock, but his legs stayed firm. I just wanted to spit this nasty stuff out. "And lastly, she must learn that a lady does not let good seed go to waste. She always licks up and swallows every last drop." This was the line I had to draw. I wasn't going to give in on this one. I kept trying to pull my head away so I could spit it out, but he held firm. Perhaps realizing I wasn't giving in, he reached one hand under the desk and pinched my nose. Hard. After a few seconds I realized I had two choices: swallow or suffocate. My survival instinct gave in, and with a large gulp, I swallowed the entire mouthful of semen. I felt sick. But at least it was done. "So what do you think Mistress Abbott? I think she deserves a second chance. I'll make sure to find her and you won't have to worry about her again," he said. Mistress Abbott scoffed. "You don't know bratty girls, but whatever. You're the boss. But if she does this again, she's getting the rod. And how about YOU give her her pleasure training." And with that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. "Come on out now sweetie," Mr Warner said as he backed his chair from the desk. "That was so wrong, how could you do that to me?" I whimpered, feeling tears develop in my eyes. "Wrong was trying to leave, in breach of contract. Would you have preferred the rod? Should I have let your mistress have her way?" He retorted. "No but I just want to go home..." I whined. "I'm sorry but that's not possible, and if you attempt this again, I can't save you from your mistresses punishment.." he said as soothingly as he could. "You still need some major work, but we're getting there. First, you have a very unflattering plain shape. I'm sending you down to the fashion department and they'll take care of that. I'll direct them where to send you after you're done with them." Mr Warner escorted me to the elevator and all the way to fashion, to make sure I didn't try escaping again. "I'll be in touch," he said, and left back towards the elevator. The girl in the fashion department must have been waiting for me because she waved me over and had me pull my frilly dress up over my head. "What now?" I asked. "Mr Warner wants you to have a more feminine body. He says you're a bit too.. straight." He wasn't wrong, when I'd lost all that weight, I now had a skinny, but uninspiring body shape. Almost like a pencil. "This will take care of that," the girl said, as she wrapped something around my torso, between my hip bones and lower ribs. I felt her clipping the thing together in the back. With my dress still stuck up over my head, I wasn't sure what she was doing, but it didn't take long to figure out. She gave a quick tug to some strings attached to this thing, and then another. With the third strong tug I felt the air push out of my lungs. "Too.... tight..." I moaned softly, feeling like I would pass out. "I'll give you a break before I continue. It will take some getting used to, but you'll be fine." I now knew what this was. She had put me in a corset. I'd always seen corsets as extremely sexy lingerie but it wasn't until now that I really appreciated what women who wore them had to deal with. She noticed I had caught my breath and took hold of the strings once more. This time I was ready, and controlled my breathing. Tug after tug, until I felt I was about to pop. Finally she stopped, and tied the straps in a tight bow. "Go ahead and pull your dress back down, and let's take a look," she said. I followed her direction. "Wow, much better. Now, you can wear this occasionally, but then you'll always need to wear it to have this shape. Or you can wear it 24/7 until your body takes on this form, and then it will stay like that for the most part, allowing you to keep the form without wearing the corset. I'd recommend you get used to wearing it until the form takes permanently." Now I was hobbling in tall heels, and restrict