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I was transfixed by a little small brush, wire bristled on one side and a
small mirror on the other. Studying my reflection, I was lamenting the
short order that I was escorted to an operating table. I thought that we
were just going for a consultation to see what could be done to increase
my feminine persona for this experiment that Dan and I found ourselves in.
It was a surreal experience, talking in generalities and all of a sudden
being handed surgical gowns, I donned them assuming that we were going to
"look at the goods" as it were. I had got into character and chosen many
options that would enhance my feminine facade, but I thought we were
talking about some procedure down the road. Once dressed in surgical gowns
someone produced a hypodermic needle and it was lights out for me.
Now that things were revealed to Dan and I, a cameraman was shooting all
of these exchanges for posterity. I seemed to be asking a plastic surgeon
to make my face as female as possible. And this plastic surgeon's office
was not only willing to oblige, they had some ideas of their own and
wanted to capitalize on the reality internet star that happened into their
web (office). I had no idea that I was shortly going to go under the
knife. Blackness engulfed me again and I started to worry what I had
agreed to. It, however was too late, agreements had been documented and I
was on my way to full feminine facial surgery to the extreme.
Now, I laid in bed with a white doughnut bandage surrounding my face, a
cast across my nose and the blackest and purple eyes that anyone ever
displayed. I was a mess. Even with the bandages across my nose, I could
tell that when the swelling went down, it would be quite small. My eyes
looked huge. My jaw that we talked about shaving was a complete mystery.
The bandages completely covered that knowledge. My lips however now
resided closer to my nose and apparently had a filler that was north of
the coloring that currently adorned my face. I called out to Dan, "Do you
find me attractive now?"
I could not stop looking at myself in the cheesy little brush mirror. This
actually started to bother Dan. He was getting annoyed at my insistent
ogling of myself. I could not help it. I just had surgery that altered my
face that I actually didn't intend. How could I not look obsessively at
what was to become the outcome? I was no longer Joe but some version of
myself that had been purposefully altered to be more female. How bizarre
is that? What a strange set of circumstances that preceded all of this.
Min-seo and Seo-yeou were knocking excitedly at the walkup door. "The
internet is blowing up with this latest development. Money is rolling in
and we have ideas how to increase it." All of this was said out in the
stairway to avoid capture on the internet. Then they looked my direction,
"yuck." They decided to take Dan away with themselves for a little R&R. He
was only to glad to be shod of me, that bastard. I don't know what was to
transpire with that threesome but when they returned a few days latter I
was at least not on the yuck scale.
Their idea was to offer votes as to how best to feminize me with votes
cast in won. Whatever was on offer would be performed by the highest cash
offering to see Joe further feminized. Which ever group put up the most
won would get to see their procedure performed on the hapless Joe. They
already had produced a list of further treatments to my personage. This
ranged from permanent makeup to breast augmentation to liposuction. It
also included tendon shortening; voice modification and of all thing's
castration. Holy crap, what have I gotten myself into.
It was a time to escape. So simple, I brought up the fact that Dan and I
were on a simple sightseeing visa and would need to leave soon. Seo-yeou
said that yes it was true that our visa was just a short duration type
visiting visa but with her uncles influence they already enjoyed permanent
residence status. So, they need not worry. Now I was truly worried.
As I started to heal the web seemed to like the idea of permanent makeup.
I had a real problem with this. It was permanent. I argued that even a
boob job was reversable and hip and buttocks silicone inserts could be
removed but permanent makeup was just that. Having witnessed our exchange
a plethora of "votes" were leaning towards a boob job and rear-end
enhancements. Not even being fully healed we headed down the steep incline
towards the plastic surgery area, and I was scheduled for surgical items
that I claimed were reversable. Again, this was an extremely quick process
and I was soon unconscious again headed towards a feminine future.
I could use a good stiff drink. Everything before these procedures was
proceeded by myself being plied with strong alcoholic beverages or some
unknown substance that guaranteed my compliance. Now completely sober I
had agreed to procedures that were somewhat embarrassing. My soon to be
revealed feminine face would be augmented by wider hips and ass and a boob
job. What would be left of my manhood? I no longer understood if it even
mattered. I need to talk to Dan.
"Dan, we need to talk. I'm not sure this was a good move." Laid up in bed
everything felt different. Dan smiled at me. His face melted some of my
bravado, in the fact that all of this was wrong and damn the money. Dan
brushed at my scalp, with his strong fingers, calming me and relaying that
things have simply gone to far to turn back. He understood my misgivings
as he had some of his own, but the fact was that I was turning into a
beautiful woman that he was now in love with. "Your changes are so over
the top that there is no turning back for you or myself". He enjoyed
rodgering those two evil South Korean women but it was me he wanted to be
with. The money is fantastic he claimed but, you are absolutely my dream
woman, was his response.
Three weeks later and I was a different person, literally. Nothing about
me seemed male. I now possessed curves and those ever-present piercings.
The internet was again a buzz with wanting me to have eyeliner tattooed
permanently. The money was something that Dan wanted; it was very large
his smaller percentage would still net him a large profit. His reasoning
was that with all that had transpired this was no big deal. Just getting
my altered eyes back to some sort of normalcy, I was not enthusiastic
about injuring them again. The money was a draw and as I looked at my
reflection, I understood that I had already slid past a point of no return
so I might as well capitalize on my current situation. Dark green on my
waterline and black as coal surrounding my now feminine eyes would be a
big timesaver.
I awoke with my lips fully outlined to where they had extended the filler
to. A lipstick color all over the remainder of my lips. My eyeliner was
perfect. A contrast of green and coal black fighting for attention. What
concerned me was that eyeshadow and cheek powder also seemed to be
permanent. I now was the possessor of full permanent tattooed makeup. My
breasts were on full display and my ass and hips had been augmented, I was
now almost a complete woman, Dan still was not complaining.
Maybe I should stop fighting this situation, clearly, I was losing. Dan
wanted me; the internet wanted me, my family didn't get a vote anymore, I
was on my own, the only difference is that now I understood the
ramifications. I was an internet star transformed into a female version of
myself for their entertainment. I should start to gleam my benefits for
what has transpired. The South Koreans are a kinky population that thrive
on control. If it benefits their goal, they will reduce me to a new form
of entertainment that satisfies their end goal. Now almost fully
transformed into sexy female, I feel a little offput that I could not
control this situation. I wonder in what other ways I'm changing.
The bandages were coming off. My face was not recognizable. I looked to be
an absolute female. With all of the changes nothing seemed to be me
anymore. The girls stopped coming by. Dan was my only companion. I don't
believe this a coincidence. Something or someone is pushing me to be a
full fledge female. I do not have much fight left in me. What I needed to
understand was if I was sober could I participate in a relationship with
Dan. Up till now I was plied with intoxicating beverages or some other
form of reality altering substance, could I really live as a true female?
The ever-present long ware makeup was still there only it was starting to
fade. I embellished what I had been forced into and started to done the
sexiest outfit that I believed I owned. I felt a complete female now. No
pretenses or acting, I felt that with these clothes and makeup I was a
beautiful woman. The only unknown factor was Dan. Entering his presence he
seemed to understand something had changed.
Dan approached me and folded me into an embrace. My perfume seemed to be
intoxicating him. He started kissing my neck while he fumbled with my
clothes. Soon I was divested of almost every shred of clothes that I had
worn to see if I could entice my best friend. He laid me on my back and
spread my legs as wide as they would go. My stockings and high heels, the
last of my garments added to his excitement. Climbing on top of my prone
form he took my acrylic fingernails into his mouth and started gently
sucking on them. His blood induced hardon started pressing at my back
passage. This was the first time that I wished I had another entry for his
wonderful tool. Slowly he entered me, and for the first time we, no he
made love to me. Not as a sexual conquest but as his lover. The internet
be damned, we were in love and yes, I could be his woman.
I now want to be a woman. I'm not going to assume anything. We need to
talk and it needs to be for real. What could be better than falling for
your best friend. We need to be intelligent about this in the fact that
there is a great deal of money at stake.
After talking in private, we think, Dan and I are in love and we have the
means to an end with the situation we find ourselves in. If we play our
parts right, we can milk the internet fan base for as much as possible and
end up exactly where we want to. They can think they had the control over
us. The poor saps, American citizens forced to perform for their
entertainment.
How to benefit the most needed shrewd minds. We were very young and we
felt that when we ended the forced part of the charade, we would end the
financial benefits. We called Min-seo and Seo-yeou, they were of the
mindset to maximize our situation. I ended up with several more
procedures. A shortening of my vocal cords. Slightly shortening my tendons
to make high heels more comfortable than flats and oh yeah, a full sex
change operation. Now a complete woman Dan and I would continue where we
left off.
The strange thing is that interest didn't drop off. The internet continued
to be a really good source of income. We will milk that until it dries up.
Until then we are very happy and content with our strange lot in life.
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