part 1 of thes story 7 I opened my eyes and saw the sky was still dark. I immediately felt the new breasts protruding from me. My hands of course felt them, which seemed like instinct. They felt incredible, perfectly rounded and oh so firm. I saw the blonde sleeping next to me, and she seemed peaceful in her slumber. I quietly rose from the bed trying my hardest to not stir her, and succeeded so I walked to the bathroom, which gave off the only light in what I surmised was the early morning. I turned the corner and saw myself for the first time. I was all woman. My hair was very blonde and up in a tight braid, which explained my aching head. I reached up and touched the stiff plume of hair bunched atop my head, and I felt incredibly aroused seeing myself this way. My face looked gorgeous, flawless actually, and when I tried to say 'oh my god' nothing came out. My lack of vocal reaction soon dissipated as I looked at my body, for it was perfect. My breasts were showing as the woman had torn my negligee off last night, and I soon turned to see the perfect ass facing me in the mirror with my panties bunched up in the now deeper slit across my rear due to my new shapely ass, it looked like a teenage girls. My legs seemed thinner and more womanly than I remembered, and being covered in the pink silk leggings heightened the effect. I heard a bumping on the floor above me so I snuck back to the bed and lay next to the sleeping blonde beauty quietly and soon after one of the brunettes entered and woke her. "Wake up Madame," I heard her say as I pretended to be asleep. "I guess I will go ahead and do this while she is asleep," she said as I heard her approach my side of the bed. I wanted to get up and run, but that thought soon disappeared once the needle poked my bottom. What the hell, I thought, as I drifted off into submission once again, losing all motor skills and agility, but retaining every bit of my awareness and coherence. I felt my superior from last night stirring next to me. "Good morning Priscilla, we are ready whenever you are, lets get her in the chair and I will take her upstairs while you get ready," the brunette said. "Okay," the blonde, Priscilla, answered while yawning and stretching. I was then lifted solely by the brunette into the chair and I was wheeled from the room and into the elevator once again. "Things will be different from now on, I guess I will call you Cathy from now on," she told me. I did not know what to think. I cherished the thought, but was scared of the consequences ahead of me. Or, I already have a new body and a new set of perfect breasts, what else could they do? That was the last thing I remember, before being stuck with another needle as the elevator descended. 8 "Priss!" I heard someone say. I was afraid to open my eyes, even being half asleep. "Yes?" "Catherine is waking." "Good." "Shall I administer another shot?" "Yes, and Susie? Get ready to administer the other," the wicked blonde seemed to command to the other, darker haired women in the room. I still kept my eyes shut, while feeling my hands and feet bound to what felt like a board, with me standing against it. "Open those pretty little blue eyes for me Cathy. Yes they are no longer brown, as your hair is now ten times as long and blonde, you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, your body turned out to be just what the doctor ordered, pun intended." I opened my eyes to see the blonde sitting at a desk in front of me, there was a brunette seated directly in front of me in a chair, two brunettes stood beside me, and I had been right, I was strapped to an upright board of some kind. "Yes, there are those pretty blue eyes of yours," she said, as I wondered why I did not notice them this morning in the mirror, "And your skin looks so gorgeous with that tan." I peered down and saw my bare chest tanned like I had gone topless at the beach for a week, as were my legs, arms, and shoulders. "Your name is now Catherine, and we are here to walk you through your transformation, as well as facilitate any needs that arise," she said, as the others giggled, I knew why upon feeling my panties being pulled down, and I sprang from the confinement of the silk and watched as the heavenly brunette wrapped her beautiful lips around me. I breathed heavily as she took me, and could not contain myself once the two brunettes at my side began suckling my nipples. I never realized they were that sensitive, until now. "Oh what it is like to be a woman, hey?" One of my tongue happy friends winked to me. "You walked down the wrong road, and now you must pay for it. We have waited for this moment for the two years we have owned this place. Sure, unattractive guys have done the same as you, but none have been like you. So... demure, and lady-like. You are the perfect one," she told me. "Now you will be our toy. Our living, breathing toy, or girlfriend with a, shall we say, strap-on?" she said as the others snickered. I stood against the board, and the blonde tossed her finger in the air, and in a few seconds I was laying on my back parallel to the ground and being wheeled out of the room. I could hear all of their heels clanking on the floor once we entered the lift, and several hands began loosening the tight braid in my hair. This went on until we entered another room, and I knew it was the familiar salon when the bed I lay in was flipped backwards and my head was tipped under the running water. It became incredibly heavy as she wet it and lathered it, but felt lighter as she rinsed it. "The excess binding rinsed right out Prissy." "Yes, the new batch is incredible," I heard the blonde's familiar voice utter. "That's right princess, your hair is now like this until it is cut. And now, we will do it up right." 9 No matter how hard I tried to speak, nothing came out, and I wished I could tell them of my desire to do this, even if not this far. But, my remaining manhood did all of the talking for me, as it was in a show of force as I was tilted away from the wash basin. I felt my hair being wrapped in a towel, and as my head was lifted I saw a brunette lift her naked leg and body over me. As my head was laid back down I felt her hand grasp me and guide me into her, and she proceeded to slide her silkiness all around me. I gave it my all not to think about her body, and soon was thinking of my own, which was a mistake, for I felt her hands around my ass, and the weight of my own new chest, and expired. "Let's get her to the station," I heard as the brunette dismounted, and I was wheeled over to the other side of the room, "and pull her further back so we can work." I was pulled towards the end of the table. I felt the towel fall from my head, and a huge weight felt like it was attached. My hair was brushed, and brushed, sprayed with water, and then pulled tightly in many different spots. I was not sure what they were doing, until I remembered her words from the previous nights foray, and my suspicions were realized when I felt myself tipped forwards to the standing position and watched as the front section of hair was undone. Two brunettes worked me over diligently; one brushed and the other, rolled, tiny, rollers, with papers. I was being given a perm. "Susie, take over the brushing while I touch up her nails," one said. I saw the first roller being held several inches from my head against the tress of hair, and she then wrapped it around the small roller until another few inches were showing, she then wrapped what looked like a zigzag around the wet hair ends, and rolled it to my scalp very tightly before hooking the band over the roller and clasping it into place. I saw the first roller and rose again, they were through several sections of hair until one noticed and called another over to calm me. I was in ecstasy while most of my locks were being twirled around the small yellow rods. I was rotated forward on the board while the back of my head was worked on, and they made the nape really tight. I felt the confining board I was attached to flip back once again, and this time the needle poked me inside my thigh, but had the same effect. I was ushered over to the sink once again, and my head full of heavy rods was leaned back into the sink again. "Get the extra strong, her hair is so long, it will need it," one said. I could smell it before it even touched the hair, the acrid ammonia smell, but I only became harder than I had been yet, for I had always longed for this. I felt the liquid just being poured over my head, and finally one of them daubed my forehead to blot up the excess. She then rubbed a cold cream around my hairline and began to wrap cotton over it where it stuck and created a barrier. My limp body was then lifted off of the board and into an awaiting chair, and I was wheeled over to a dryer that I had heard humming for a while. A plastic cape was wrapped around my head that seemed to be now double its original size, and the dome of the dryer was lowered over me. As soon as I felt the hot air hit, I could smell the perm solution activating. I had longed for the smell about me since I had first inhaled it as a teenager in the mall walking by salons, it smelled like nothing other. I sat there watching the other's roll each other up, erect, wishing one would help me, or that I could help myself. 10 I felt withered from the heat once I was removed from the dryer. I was brought to the sink once again where my head was rinsed for what seemed like an eternity, before a cold liquid was poured over my head. I felt goose bumps cover my body, my head was then rinsed once again, and I was whisked back to the dryer, where all of the women sat next to me under their own hood. I felt as if I were in a salon, and was just one of the girls, until I closed my eyes for several minutes and felt the hand of the woman next to me stroking my bulge through the silky panties. I was about to orgasm when my airflow stopped in the hood. I saw the dome rise from me as I was lifted from the chair and brought into the changing room where they laid me on the couch. I felt the rods poking into my head, and they were tighter now that they were dry, but at least my head was lighter. I felt all of my garments being removed until I laid there completely naked. One girl soon had a pair of tight lace panties wrapped around me, another fitted a matching lace bra snuggly across my chest, a third slid a pair of sheer hose over my smooth legs and after attaching a garter around my waist she clipped the straps to the hose. The blonde then appeared from a closet and slid a pair of high heels onto my feet and I felt her wrap the straps around my ankles several times before tying them tightly. A pair of silky gloves were slid up to my elbows while another shot was jabbed into my hip this time. I felt whatever drug it was take immediate effect, and I soon felt my eyes close involuntarily and my entire body slacken. "Put her in the chair girls and we will begin her makeup," I heard the familiar voice of Priscilla, and I was seated into the chair and without seeing a thing I knew I was brought back to the elevator and down several stories and into an odorless room, it had an almost sanitary smell. I was lifted from the chair and laid onto a soft table and my roller filled head on a pillow. I felt hands moving across my face, and one leg of my hose was pulled down over my foot. I felt the same sting sensation from my face on my toes and legs. How long ago was that? I thought. The feeling continued up my leg coupled with a hard rubbing where it had once stung. When they reached my inner thigh I felt the other hose coming off, followed by the garter and panties. I wanted squirm when I felt the stinging all around my pubis. They worked over it all and after several minutes and a thorough rubbing, they flipped me and did my rear and the back of my legs, slid one hose back up, and moved up my back and to the nape of my neck. The stinging around my anus hurt like hell, and I was glad I could not feel everything. I was then flipped once again and the front of my left leg was done, and after the toes, the hose was slid back up along with the panties and garters. The shots in both of my lips got my mind going, and those were followed by shots to my forehead. I soon felt a buzzing near my eyes, and felt something jabbing into my eyelids. I could not move a muscle, nor say anything, and felt at ease since I felt almost nothing. Mind altered, I knew. And felt another shot. 11 "Oh! Fill in her eyelids with that dark pink shadow," I heard, and felt it being applied. "Oh she looks gorgeous in it. Do her lips in the pink lipstick that matches it. Oh yes it looks perfect. Now coat those permanent lashes one more time before she wakes." I felt my eyes being pulled and turned, and then brushes moving all over my face. "I think we should finish her hair now, I can't wait to see how it turned out." I peeked through an eye lid to see myself facing a mirror, and felt the hands begin to move over my head. The rollers had been in so long I thought they may belong there. "Oh my goodness, look at that curl! It is gorgeous! I want mine like this!" I felt roller after roller being pulled from my head and finally felt them hit my back and shoulders over the chair, I knew I had to see it so I opened my eyes. "Our baby is awake finally girls," Priscilla said. "Do you like your new makeup?" I could not answer, but just looked at her, and I think she knew I did. "Oh sweetie, you look so gorgeous! And soon you will be ready." I had to admit, I did look gorgeous, and I wanted to fuck myself if I could. My lips were very full and thick, and oh so pink. My eyelashes were also thick, and long, and I loved feeling them flutter when I blinked my eyes. Underneath my thin and dark brows the skin was colored a deep pink, and I had dark lines painted around my lashes. They were thin by my nose, and thick and dark as they curved towards my ears. My skin was so smooth and colorful, and then the blonde ringlet fell across my nose. I could feel its curves across my forehead, lips, and chin. And it actually fell into the cleavage of my breasts, sticking to the lace of my pink bra. I sat enraptured as each and every rod was removed, the spiral pulled out from my head, and summarily dropped onto me. I felt I would burst in my panties, and knew it would not happen when a smiling brunette began to slip my hardness from the imprisoning panties. I watched my hair that had to be four feet long being unwrapped and dropped over me, while I felt the warm and soft lips envelop me. I soon burst from the excitement and slumped my head from exhaustion. Dreams, dreams I thought as I began to drift off to sleep, satisfied. It had to be a dream, or I could be dead. For this is what my heaven would be like, I thought.

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