Chapter 9
Stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror, I just couldn’t stop crying. My eyes were so red and puffy they felt as if they’d had sandpaper dragged across them, with no end in sight.
‘W-what have I d-done to myself?’ I asked my reflection, my whole body numb in a state of shock. ‘This… this i-isn’t right.’ The sound coming out of me was strangled by my sobs, softer and higher than I remembered my voice being, the worst part of it all being my damn feelings.
One moment I was struggling to look at myself, the next I couldn’t help but admire the way my body looked and moved – my chest the size of a small A-cup, tender protrusions that jiggled when I walked and tingled incessantly, with my cock inches shorter and now unable to reach full erection.
It leaked constantly, thin pre that drooled and dribbled rather than spurted, my ballsack smooth, drawn up into a more dainty pouch…
feminine even… and my arse! I couldn’t sit down too heavily, or I’d end up open-mouthed as waves of sensations turned my brain into a buzzing mess.
Christ, it was worse when I angled my body to look at my hips and thighs, thicker and more plump than I’d ever had, my arse filling out my boxers in a way that shouldn’t have been possible for a man.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ I demanded, idly brushing fingers across a hairless face encased in velvety skin, structurally softer. Almost alien.
Only my eyes remained the same, and they were starting to tear up again.
Everything had landed on me like a brick house during an evening Velvet Skin Ritual, laying there wrapped in a blanket and slathered in cream, Cathy’s digitally altered but soothing voice instructing me over a pulsating rhythm.
I had been unable to keep from caressing myself, letting out small hisses of lust as I took a handful of my round arse and gave it a playful squeeze, my eyes half rolling in their sockets.
Without any urging or instruction I had grabbed for the curved wand, pulling aside the warming blanket long and far enough to insert the tip, then the rest of it, “good girl… feel how natural it is to be filled… your clitty is becoming so delicate and sweet.” echoing in my head.
I don’t know how long I lay there, how long I fucked myself, but when my alarm went off to remove the blanket and cream I was a mass of slick, smooth flesh.
A so-called “man” that had covered his thighs with his own precum from his drooping clitty, his back entrance on fire from repeated pummelling, but throbbing happily all the same.
A wave of revulsion had washed over me then, water from a shower so hot it reddened my body doing nothing to help, but worst of all was that any disgust I had felt had fizzled out.
At some point between leaping up to rush towards the shower and stepping into the cool air of the steamy bathroom, my body and mind, without my permission, had just accepted everything. That’s when the tears had started.
Cathy.
My phone was pressed to my still-wet cheek in moments, pulse thumping as I listened to the dial tone, unable to stop myself from speaking when I heard the pick-up.
‘Cathy? Cathy, look, I’m so sorry. SO sorry. I-I’ve changed, m-my entire body has changed. I don’t know what to do and I’m freaking out. I hate it, but I also like it, or at least I think I do, and now I need to see you.’
No reply, but I could hear slight breathing on the other end.
‘Come on, I’ve been doing what you asked, I know I said at least a year b-but things are happening too quickly an-’ my face went red with shame, ‘and I think I may even be enjoying it.’ The confession made my heart skip, made my clitty twitch, even while I tried to work out why I’d even said it.
More half-silence, more waiting. Then a small click, the sort you hear when you’ve been taken off hold, the breath on the other line still there but still no response.
‘A deal is a deal, Adrian,’ said a voice that made my blood run cold, ‘Cathy paid for you to change, now be a good boy and change.’
‘M-Mats?’
‘That’s right,’ confirmed my manager, even his accent unable to conceal the obvious smugness in his voice, ‘now don’t get worked up – if you have questions, I can answer them.’
What the hell did I ask? When just the sound of his voice in my ear was making me imagine so many things…
‘This is Cathy’s phone, so where is she?’
‘Cathy? Your fiancée is currently in a rather luxurious hotel, paid for by the company.’
‘The company?’
‘Yes, I am also the CEO of the Blooming Lotus Centre – I trust Thaleia’s visit wasn’t too intrusive? She told me you were progressing well, and from what I’ve seen… and felt… she was correct. Good girl.’
‘Stop it!’ I yelled. ‘I’m not a fucking girl, I’m a man that you’ve illegally altered.’ Even as I spoke the words I knew they weren’t true, and so did Mats Hult, completely ignoring my outburst but giving a small tut.
‘Now, now. Please, no more rash outbreaks like that. You’re doing extremely well, and by the end of the year Cathy is truly ready to give you another chance.’
‘W-why me?’ I sobbed into the phone, confusion reigning in my head and body. ‘Because of some porn? What sense does that make?’ I pressed my nails into the soft palm of my hand, trying to regain some sort of control in the smallest way.
‘There was no malicious intent, believe me. It’s just that you were perfect for our programme – Cathy told us all about your little encounter in Thailand, then your slow obsession with so-called “tranny porn”, and frankly the opportunity, one for you, Cathy and myself, was too good to miss.’
So there it was, straight from the horse’s mouth, that I was little more than a guinea pig. In the right place at the right time for the centre to scoop me up. Take advantage of me. Turn me into something I ha- I hat- I ha… what the fuck was wrong with me?
No feelings of anger would come to me, no hatred flaring up in my heart.
All I could think of was how much I had softened and bloomed, how this was an opportunity as Mats had said.
I couldn’t be angry at Cathy or him for trying to help me, could I?
Just thinking about it was making my body prickle all over, the urge to caress my thighs and chest rising in a way my clitty no longer could.
‘Adrienne?’ Mats said with a hint of caution in his voice. ‘Are you still there?’
‘Uh-huh,’ I managed to say, my voice breathy and shallow. ‘St-still here.’
Another click… had they been going off the entire time? Not that I’d noticed.
‘Good girl, Adrienne. Now, no more worrying about such silly things, please. Breathe in deeply… and let it all go… let yourself sand away those rough edges… allow yourself to open… allow yourself to bloom… a year is such a very short time, and then Cathy will return to you and all will be well. Of course it will be.’
‘Of course it will be,’ I repeated, beginning to feel so much better, lighter.
‘More changes are to be expected. Don’t fight them. This is all for your own good after all.’
‘My own good.’
‘That’s right Adrienne, you clever girl. Just keep following our routines and instructions, that’s all we ask. Not such a big deal really, is it?’
It was then that he let out a large grunt, a grunt that I would have recognised if I hadn’t been wrapped in cotton wool inside my head, a muted sound of climaxing that subconsciously excited me and made my arsehole twitch.
‘Oh, one last thing before I go. Aminata shall be visiting you next week, as Thaleia will be busy with other things. Please make sure you are home on the Thursday, and make her feel welcome.’
Aminata the masseuse. That statuesque model of sable perfection.
‘Right,’ was all I could say, so many things clogging my brain at once.
‘Adrienne.’
‘Yes?’
‘Goodbye.’
Click.