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Brian Bristol was escorted down the well-lit hallway. Escorted was too
tame a word, as Brian didn't have a choice. Behind Brian was his ex-
girlfriend Leigh Bologna. Was she his ex-girlfriend? Maybe not, fuck-
buddy was a better description. Brian had many fuck-buddies. Women didn't
mean much to him, only what they could do for him. Leigh was one of the
countless women that Brian had enjoyed.
Brian was born into a life of privilege. He had enough money to do
whatever he wanted without having to be concerned about the
repercussions. Today, he was finding out that his actions can have some
consequences.
"What's this all about?" Brian complained.
"You'll see," Leigh reassured him.
"Keep walking," one of the burly men chided Brian as he slowed his pace.
The men accompanying Brian were very strong. Any hint of resistance on
Brian's part was quickly discouraged by the men.
Brian didn't know how Leigh arranged to have such men do her bidding, but
she did.
Brian didn't know many things. He didn't know why he was here. He didn't
know why Leigh was so mad at him. She wasn't anyone special in his life.
He didn't know why they made him change his clothes. Now, he was wearing
brown slacks with a red plaid shirt, and black shoes and socks. Even his
underwear had been changed to plain white boxers. His escorts forced him
to change.
"Stop here, look over there!" Leigh told Brian.
Brian turned his head to see what Leigh was referring to. To his right
was a door with a window. He could see inside the room. Sitting in a
chair that looked like a dental chair was an elderly man. He looked to be
in his late seventies or possibly eighty. He was dressed identically in
the apparel that Brian was wearing at this moment. The clothes suited the
old man much better than they suited him. The elderly man's head was
resting on the chair's headrest. Wires were jutting from the back of the
headrest and trailed along the floor. The man seemed relaxed. He
certainly wasn't restrained in any way. He could get up if he wanted to.
"Yeah, so?" Brian asked.
"See that man, Mr. Forester. He knows how to treat a lady," Leigh
informed Brian. "Not that at his age he has any lascivious feelings. He
sewed his wild oats decades ago. Now he is just a nice old man. He's
content to sit at a park bench and enjoy the scenery."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Soon, you'll feel the same."
"What?"
"I am going to transfer his personality into you."
"That's ridiculous."
"It can be done. This machine can be used to modify behavior. It can make
small changes or enormous changes. In this case, what I am going to do,
is simply record his personality and then I'll feed it into your head."
"You can't do that."
"I can. When I am finished with you, your old personality will be simply
rewritten. You won't even know anything had happened."
"Stop fooling around. It's not possible!"
"You'll never know. You won't even feel any different. You won't even
remember what happened to you. We haven't tested a full personality
rewrite. So, you'll be the first."
"I'll fight it."
"Good luck with that!"
Brian believed that she was just trying to scare him. He wouldn't let it
happen to him. He'll resist. He'll keep his mind. He would just have to
concentrate. Remember who he is.
"OK, boys take him into the other room," Leigh commanded.
Brian's struggles renewed, but he didn't have any hope of breaking free.
He was forced into the second room which had a chair identical to the one
he saw the elderly man sitting in. In this room, Brian could see the
machine to which the wires were connected. He was forced into the chair
and then restraints were used to keep him in place. A seat belt was the
first restraining fastener and then his arms and legs were restrained
with leather belts. Finally, his neck was restrained, and forced his head
back.
Leigh activated the machine, Brian could feel a tingling in the back of
his head as the machine warmed up.
"I'll be back in a few minutes when it's time to proceed," Leigh informed
him.
She left the room and close the door. Her burly friends exited with her.
In the other room, the elderly man got out of the chair. Another man,
Tauni sashayed into the room. Tauni was a young man in his twenties. He
walked on high heels with one foot in front of the other and his arms
bent at the elbow with his hands dangling from his loosely from his
wrists. He took a seat in the chair formerly used by the elderly
gentleman. He retrieved his purse by its shoulder strap and placed it on
the floor besides the chair.
Tauni was wearing a white blouse with a black faux-leather miniskirt,
black stocking held in place by black garters, and black pumps with a
three-inch heel took his place. His face was cleanly shaven, and his
makeup was expertly done giving him cherry-red lips, a hint of color on
his lids, arched eyebrows, the illusion of high cheekbones, and long
blond hair that extended to his armpits and shoulders. He was also
accessorized with earrings, a necklace, and several bracelets and rings.
Unlike the elderly man, Tauni had to be restrained in the chair for his
own protection.
"Thanks for helping me out," Leigh stated.
"No problem, Sweetie. I know how men like that can be," the man smiled.
"Besides, you know how I love to be tied up," Tauni told Leigh with a
mischievous smile.
"He won't be that way for very much longer," Leigh returned the smile.
"This is a direct transfer. You won't feel a thing. Just relax."
Brian on the other side of the wall that separated the two rooms, decided
that the only thing he could do was to concentrate. He wouldn't lose who
he was. When it was over, he would make Leigh think something had
changed, but it wouldn't. He would hide his true self until he got out of
here. As long as he concentrated, they couldn't do anything. Even if
there was some small change, he'll get back to his real self when he
remembered what happened to him. He believed, that was the key.
"Are you ready to be a new person?" Leigh asked when she reentered the
room.
"It won't work!" Brian told her indignantly.
"You won't remember one way or the other. Oh, did I tell you, I've
replaced everything at your home so your new life will seem normal to
you? I'll tell you it was just a test and you'll believe me."
"What?"
Leigh didn't answer, she activated the machine now since the machine had
completely warmed up.
Brian was still conscious. He fought the changes as best he could. He
just had to remember he was a young man and full of life. He had to hold
onto that. He wouldn't be made into a dull old man.
His personality was being altered. New thoughts, feelings, desires,
needs, and wants, entered his head. He couldn't distinguish his old
feelings from his new ones. He kept concentrating that he was a young
man, not an old one. He just had to hold onto that. If he could, then he
would return to his old life. After all, when he looked at himself, he
would know he was young.
When the program had run its course, Brian felt elated. He knew who he
was. They couldn't change him. Leigh said that after the procedure, he
wouldn't remember a thing. But Brian knew he remembered everything. He
was a young man, full of life. He loved to dress up in pretty clothes, he
loved to party and go out on the town. Leigh tried to change him because
she wanted him, but that was impossible. He didn't have feelings for any
woman. Brian decided he would play dumb.
Leigh wasn't in the room; she had left the room sometime after the
machine started the transference procedure.
"We're done," Leigh told her friend. The restraints of Tauni were
released, and he left the room. The elderly gentleman returned to the
chair.
"How do you feel, Brian," Leigh asked.
"Hey, what's going on? Why am I tied up?" Brian's voice had changed. He
was speaking in a higher register. In addition, he spoke with somewhat of
a lisp.
"It's OK, everything is fine."
"Let me out!"
"One second."
Leigh released him.
Brian stood up. He put one hand on his hip. His other arm was bent at the
elbow and his hand hung loosely from his wrist. It only took Brian a
moment to realize his posture. He forced himself to stand like a
'straight man'. He couldn't let Leigh realize that the procedure hadn't
worked.
"Do you feel OK?"
"I feel fine. I just don't know what I'm doing here."
"It was just a test. This machine is supposed to help with relaxation.
Did it work?"
"I don't know. Being tied up didn't help."
"I guess not."
The conversation continued for a few minutes. Brian thought that he was
fooling Leigh into thinking his personality had changed. He knew he
didn't feel like an old man. He felt quite the opposite, he felt
invigorated.
Brian exited the clinic and drove home. He walked in, but he didn't like
the look of the place. It didn't have the touches he would like. He went
into his bedroom and looked through his clothes. They were all boring
male apparel. He wore men's clothes sometimes, but not very often. Maybe
when he visited his parents, he would wear male slacks and oxford shirts,
but when he was himself, he didn't like those things. He preferred to
look fabulous.
Brian looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was short, his
fingernails weren't painted (he didn't remember the last time his nails
weren't coated with polish) and the rest of his clothes were so drab. He
needed to get back to his true self. He noticed the hair on his arms and
took a shower, he had to shave it all off. But that wasn't easy, he would
have to go to the salon and have his entire body waxed. That would be the
best way. He would get some hair extensions too. While he was there, he
decided he should tint his hair a different color. Maybe he could be a
redhead. He hadn't colored his hair red in forever.
Brian looked over his apparel. "Leigh had been very thorough," Brian
thought. There wasn't one thing that he liked. She had replaced his
entire wardrobe. It was like he had never lived here. The same was true
about the furniture. He had much more style than this boring mess. He
felt like he was living in someone else's apartment. He would have to get
rid of everything and start from scratch.
But he couldn't do that. Leigh would find out and try again. She had some
strong connections. It was better if he just picked up and left to start
anew. There wasn't anything at his apartment he would miss.
Brian looked at his phone for the number of the salon. He couldn't find
it there.
"How did she screw with my phone?" he wondered.
Brian didn't want to go to his usual salon anyway. He thought it best to
try another place. One that Leigh didn't know about.
Brian sat on the couch and daintily draped his right leg over his left
knee. "Hey Seri, Style by imagination hair salon?" he asked his phone.
Brian had heard 'good things' about the Style by imagination hair salon.
"Style by imagination hair salon located on..." the phone reported. "Do
you want me to contact them?"
"Yes."
Seri dialed the number for him.
"Hiya Sweetie, I would like an appointment for today," Brian enthused.
"Have you been here before?"
"No, but I'm just a mess and I need your services."
"OK, what time?"
"Two."
"We can do that."
"Thanks so much Sweetie!."
"What services would you like?"
"I definitely need some hair extensions. I want something long and
cutsie. I want to tint my hair too. Oh yes, I'll need a full body wax."
"We can do that. What's your name?"
"Brie," Brian paused, then he decided that was what he wanted to be
called. "Bristol," he continued.
"Fine, see you at two."
When Brian made a note of the appointment. He took notice of his nails.
"You know what, you had better add a manicure."
"Sure."
"Thank you so much. You've really been a doll. See you soon, tootles."
Brian felt better about himself. He was going to get a full spa
treatment. He couldn't remember the last time he spent hours in a salon.
He enjoyed getting all pampered up.
He would have to be there in 75 minutes. He wanted to change first, but
there wasn't anything left in his apartment he liked to wear. There
certainly weren't any panties of any type. He would have to buy some. The
closest thing was men's briefs. He took off his clothes and dressed the
best he could. He put on briefs, the closest thing to panties that he
owned. They were much better than the boring boxers he was wearing. He
selected a colorful T-shirt and then tied the hem into a knot exposing
his belly. He cut a pair of jeans he owned to make them capri-length. He
didn't need any socks.
He knew he was going to get a full body wax at the salon, but the hair he
saw on his arms, stomach, and legs disgusted him. He decided to take a
quick shower and shave his body hair the best he could.
Before heading to the salon, he stopped off at a drugstore to buy some
lipstick and blush. He also bought a package of panties. He didn't want
to show up at the spa in men's briefs. Not if he would have to take off
his clothes to get the body wax. His face also felt naked without
cosmetics. As soon as he left the drugstore, he applied the cosmetics.
He parked his car in a secluded space and slipped out of his makeshift
capri-length jeans and briefs. He tried to look inconspicuous as he
changed. He didn't want anyone to know he was naked in his car.
The high-cut panties came in a three pack of various colors. Brian
selected the pair that had a pastel purple hue. It was made of stretch
cotton. While sitting in his car, he pulled the panties up his legs. He
had to lift his butt from the seat to get them to his waist. Then he
redressed in his jeans and slipped his feet into his sneakers.
In his proper attire, Brian drove to the salon and got there with seven
or eight minutes to spare. He exited his way and sauntered to the salon.
His butt was swaying with every step he took as he put one foot in front
of the other.
Anyone who saw what he wore, as well as his posture and gait, would think
he was a sissy. That was the look and lifestyle he wanted. Leigh was
trying to rob him of his true self. "I won't let her!" he stated to no
one as he entered the salon for his appointment.
After getting the full treatment at the spa, which always made him feel
'wondiferous' he exited the salon. He had beaten Leigh. She couldn't
change him. Not if he didn't want to change.
Instead of going home, Brian drove to an out of the way motel. Leigh had
access to his house, it was better to avoid it. He would rent a new place
ASAP.
"Should I press charges?" Brian wondered. "There wasn't any proof," he
realized. He hadn't changed at all.
"GAWD, acting like some old man would be just 'wak'," he thought. It took
weeks for Brian to get his life back in order. He did have fun buying his
new wardrobe. He loved to shop, besides now that his hair was pumpkin
spice, his apparel and cosmetics would have to match.
Once settled, Brie got all glammed up to go to one of his favorite clubs.
He spent all day deciding to which outfit and cosmetics to wear. He could
take as long as he wanted. The club didn't start to really heat up until
midnight anyway.
Brie decided on a sky-blue gingham dress with lace up front and split
skirt over a peasant top. There were tons of lace and ruffles accented
the thigh-length dress. He paired it with white stockings and black heels
for contract. He decided for severe makeup to balance the wholesome farm-
girl look of the dress. Properly dressed, Brie headed for the club.
Tauni frequented that club too. Brie was attracted to Tauni as they
seemed to have a lot in common. They didn't become lovers, they were too
much alike, but they did become besties.
End.
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