The moment he found himself in the bathroom, his senses were assaulted by the floral aromas of body washes and perfume amongst the dense fog created by the running shower.
While the wig on his head should have informed him it was more than just clothes that came home with him, the revelation of these aromas was still new and unpleasant.
"Why are you doing this?!" Travis pleaded in the form of a question.
The animated clothing answered his plea so they could gloat, "because, vixen, your boy smell would interfere with your appearance." they giggled.
The sound of a hanger clicked on the door drawing Travis' attention. On the hanger was a pink tank top with an exposed midriff and a white skirt with the faint strings of a pink thong poking out from the waist of the skirt. While not seen, there was presumably a matching bra hidden beneath the blouse.
"Oh no!" Travis screamed, "no! im not wearing that! You cant make me!"
"Oh Vixen..." the clothes said, "of course youre not wearing that..."
Travis sighed with relief.
"You have to take your shower first!"
The glove on his cock let go and flew upwards, rubbing its palm on his face, before being joined by the other glove as it grabbed his hands and lifted him into the air.
The shower curtain opened, inviting him in, and the gloves took it upon themselves to accept that invitation.
Various body washes and lotions animated to cover his body while a loofah assisted in washing him.
Shaving cream then followed suit, "you might want to struggle less for this next part, a voice informed him as a pink razor flew into the shower and orbited around his head- a heads up to what was coming next, "I can do this easily on a still body, but I make no promises on a moving body- I dont want to do any damage..."
Once again Travis pleaded "w-why are you doing this?"
And once again the voice humiliated him by answering his question, "because hairy legs dont go with that skirt."
Travis relented to the razor, but he didnt feel good about it. He hated cooperating with whatever demon it was that was torturing him, but he feared razors and blood.
The voice then mocked his cooperation, "that's a good girl"
And, once finished shaving his legs, mocked him again, "you've got such pretty legs"
They then shaved the hair off the rest of his body.
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