Astounding Sounding

Paul typing away at work trying not too focus much on the training aid; he was glad the salon got his new jug of oil in yesterday as he used the last of his old one up this morning. He can’t imagine trying to get these aids to work without that lubrication; it really seemed to help relax everything & even let him get lost in his work.

Paul was so lost in his work he was startled by the knock and ring at his front door. Looking out front, he could see the package delivery man walking away. He couldn’t remember any recent orders, so he finished up his current assignment & committed his work before going to check on what was left at his door.

Getting up from his desk, he was still surprised by the training aid reminding him of his stance. The new inclusion of the staccato clicks of the stiletto heels Trainer Bill instructed him to use today on the hard floors of their home were definitely something to grab Paul’s attention of yet more differences of his current activity. Making the punctuated walk to the front door, he looked out the front door to make sure no one was around. Seeing the usual abandoned street, he opened the door to find a rather large box. Bending over to pick it up, he was surprised by the weight and nearly toppled forward in his heels. Catching himself, he squatted down and picked up the large package before returning to the safety inside.

Placing the box on the counter, he finally took the time to interpret the label and recognized that it was from Nico and Xane. Surprised at time as he didn’t expect anything soon, he was perplexed at what type of packaging for some inhalers could possibly be this large. Opening the package, he is greeted by a handwritten note in a rarely seen fluid cursive.

Hey Paul,

Thank you so much for including us in your journey!! It was so great to get a chance to speak to someone so early in their transition! I talked Xane into letting me do express shipping for the spray and a few other surplus things we had around to help out; just hope he doesn’t freak out later. Shhhh!

In addition to the vocal spray, I included a few other things. I could tell you were just starting out with some makeup, so I included some more essentials like primer, shadow, blush, eye liner, foundation, mascara, eye shadow, concealer, highlighter, bronzer, lip gloss, plumper, nails, polish, and some other things. The wigs aren’t the highest quality, but it seemed like the ones that would be easiest to miss from inventory. I also had some scarves that I thought would work great with your skin tone and some jewelry to add on some pizzazz. We also had a lot of larger rompers from a failed campaign that just didn’t go as well as we thought that I think would work really well with the ‘little’ surplus bit I added as well. I hope you don’t mind; they’re bigger than the ones ordered for your costume application, but it really looked like your frame could handle them. They were a mistake just gone wrong and the color & flaws meant that no one really wanted them, and Xane just wouldn’t discount them enough to eat the cost of materials, but I just snuck them in. He’ll never notice, so don’t tell him!!! They’re just a bad memory, so I’d rather not have them linger around anyway. Your conservative attire should be able to hide the flaws without causing issue.

Oh I really hope you have sooooo much fun with all this!! I so want to see how things come out!! I am soooo excited for you!! You are just going to knock them all dead!!!

Thanks so much for thinking of us for your transition needs,
-Nico

PS: Don’t forget about being careful with using the spray too much, but would love to hear how it turns out.

“Man, that guy can ramble.” Paul thought to himself, skimming over the note. It was really nice of him to include that and add things to it, but what in the world could have weighed so much.

Moving the letter out of the way, Paul pulled out a bundle of bubble wrap. Undoing the bubbles, he found a myriad of cosmetics that nearly matched what Molly included in her travel makeup case for short vacations.

Continuing through, he found another wrapping containing clip-on earrings, necklaces, bangles, rings, other shiny items. He thought they must have cost a small fortune until he picked up a few and could feel they were definitely not fully metal. Regardless, they were more than he could ever think of using.

He then found a small brown box and upon opening it, he found two inhalers like one of his friends from school used to use for asthma attacks. Figuring that was the vocal spray, he set those aside for the moment. Folded neatly in plastic bags were what looked like something a baby girl would wear if she were the size of a linebacker. Not really what he was after he placed those bags out of the way to reveal another bag filled with a cacophony of colors that appeared to be over a dozen different scarves. These could really only be considered ‘subtle’ when compared to the very bright red and nearly platinum blonde wigs in their shrink wrap.

Paul was floored at the generosity of a total stranger even if he was technically a client. This had to be a haul for any usual customer, and to pass it along was a kindness he wasn’t expecting. However, looking in the bottom was one large, non-descript white box taking up the base. He attempted to lift it off but found the contents must have been what was weighing the whole package down. Carefully tilting the package, he slid the box out onto the counter.

Lifting up the lid of the interior box, Paul was greeted by a plethora of pink, plastic wrapping. Moving the wrapping out of the way, he discovered two large bras that were built for a rather well-endowed woman. Beneath them were two, large globs of greyish-purple, cloudy masses. Upon lifting one out, he could feel a rather squishy nearly gelatin-like mound that appeared almost as large as his head with what could only be called a nipple peering back at him. They looked and felt so foreign, it took a while to finally click that these must have been the “mistakes” Nico was referring to. Had they been a more human skin tone they could have passed visually for a breast form, but their nearly comic wabbling made them move and feel like a cartoon parody of a tit. He was thankful for the consideration, but he felt like he was being passed a white elephant gift no one else wanted because he didn’t know when he would ever have a use for these. He carefully packed them and the accompanying bras back into their box. Putting the box back in the shipping package with the tops and scarves above them.

His attention then turned to the main goal of this whole endeavor and he picked up one of the vocal sprayers. Picking one up there was absolutely no labelling on the package at all leading to a little more apprehension to using something so experimental. However, they had been rather generous and kind with other things. He doubts they would have done all that had they really felt it would come back to bite them.

“In for a penny,...” he says to himself as he grips a sprayer in his palm as he saw his childhood friend do so many times in panic as he slowly breathed out and brought it up to his lips. Wrapping around the casing he pressed down on the canister as he breathed in deeply. He could feel a tingling all through his mouth as he held the air in his chest cavity. Trying to count out several seconds he could feel a slight burning almost pulling on his throat and chest. Not sure exactly how many seconds he had been holding it in, he breathed out and back in quickly a few times before finally resting at a normal pace.

Looking back at the canister, he’s not sure anything has really changed as his mind feels a little lightheaded but that could easily be attributed to the odd breathing. Breathing one more time in through his noise, he shakes his head and finishes his earlier thought, “in for a pou....”

Everything suddenly grinds to a halt as his brain tries to wrap itself around what he just heard. He thinks he heard it but he’s not sure if it's just wishful thinking or his brain meshing the audio vocal training on constant loop in his ear buds. He’s almost afraid of dispelling the magic by trying it again, but he has to know for sure.

“pound” he said tentatively as an alto voice echoed through his home as a smile crosses his lip.

“in for a pound,” he said with more fervor and glee. The voice sounded somewhere between Molly & his mother’s but not quite familiar but not entirely alien.

Hearing the vocal prompt in his ear, he matches the excitement in Molly’s voice “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body.” To which he breaks out in giggles. He picks up the loop as it goes on with giddy excitement, “I am a good girl! It's okay to be a slut!”

He stands up with excitement and nearly leaps in place, but nearly slips in his slimmer heels. As he steadies himself, he spots his visage in a distant mirror. Continuing the statements, he sees a middle-aged vamp speaking to him as she struts towards him, “I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure. I am a good cum slut.”

As he gets right up to the mirror, he’s smiling giddily at the sight before him as he hears this new voice say “I am beautiful!” And suddenly feels almost disparate as he feels like this new voice is lying to him when he sees a masculine face with some basic trimming as anything but beautiful. He paused for several depressing moments just staring at his eyes worried that he might be able to do this after all. Worried he’s going to disappoint his trainer and his wife. And this nice people were even gracious enough to give him such great things and he was going to even screw up for them.

“The make up!” this lady’s voice suddenly blurts out remembering everything they sent. At the same time, he remembers how much Molly has been able to do when she’s felt like crap and cover things up. And Katie had done so much that one night. Turning to head back to the haul, he thinks maybe he could at least come close to what she had done.

Grabbing the pile of cosmetics into a plastic bag, he takes them over to his computer and dumps them on the desk. Looking for some of the more advanced he found when he as looking for basic tips, he finds one that seems to have some of the same products from his present.

Paul spent the next couple of hours transfixed on videos running forward and back, wiping clean the whole canvas in frustration a few times feeling like he was screwing it up a few times. A couple of hours pass without even realizing it, only to be interrupted by his alert for his upcoming session. Thinking that he doesn’t have time to start over, he focuses on the last few steps to get to at least some sort of ‘finish’; fixing a few things along the way. Realizing he only has a few minutes left, he fixes the camera back to point at his spot.

Giggling to himself as he walks over thinking about the surprise, he is about to give his training partner. He considers how to great him & practices a few, “Hello, trainer bill.” Shaking his head that is too flat, he has to put more into it, “Hi, Trainer Bill!” he tries but feels too much like a cheerleader. “Hello, Trainer Bill” he attempts to sound professional but still not there.

As he kneels in position, he considers what’s about to happen. Staring down at his knees he begins to worry that maybe its just how his head hears it. Maybe it sounds totally fake or weird to an outside observer. Maybe he sounds like a real freak.

Bill stops Paul’s downward spiral as he greets the client looking down at their knees, “Hi, Paulie, how goes?”

Paul is shocked by the sudden interruption even though it was totally expected. Tentatively, he slowly raises his face to look at his trainer worried he looks like a clown and afraid to expose a horrid voice he cautions says, “hello, Trainer Bill.”

Paul is suddenly very apprehensive as he sees a complete shocked look on the screen before him and his eyes go wide as he’s sure he’s just embarrassed himself completely. Quickly dodging further ridicule, he dives his head down hoping the wig’s hair will cover his futile attempt and the ground opens up & swallows him whole.

Bill for his part is still trying to process what he just experienced. He knows that’s Paul he just looked at but he’d totally done something different with his face he could just make out still in the bowed head, even the smoothness of his nose peeking out indicating the surface changes to the face. However, that all pales in comparison to the drastic improvements to the voice he just heard. Surely, he was using some sort of fancy audio filter to achieve that. Reading the sudden apprehension in the body language, he reaches out verbally, “wait, could you say that again?”

Paul looks up slightly through his made up lashes and says again, “hello, Trainer Bill?”

“Holy shit!” Bill exclaims.

Paul sat there still unsure worried that he really did screw shit up again. Not sure why the hell he trusted some crap in a package from a fucked-up stranger. ‘Fuck! What about if doesn’t go away by the time Molly gets home?!?’

“That is amazing, Paulie!! Is that some sort of filter?? I don’t think that’s going to help you at the party though.”

Paul’s brain screeches to a halt from its spiraling self-ridicule with a nearly audible record scratch. “Huh?”

“Your voice and your face. Is that some sort of chat filter or something?” Bill’s amazement starts to come through as a smile breaks on his face at the impressive tech these days. But leave it to Paul to still try to find a tech shortcut even this far into his progress.

“No, no filter, Trainer Bill.” Paul feels some ease realizing that it’s a good sign if thinks it's some sort of filter, but maybe it's one of those gag filters.

Bill finally reads the growing apprehension in his client’s eyes. “That’s just amazing! Look at me again and say something else.”

Looking up at the camera, he softly says “what would you like me to say, Trainer Bill?” Hearing his wife’s voice continues in his ear ‘I am beautiful’ thinking maybe there is some truth to that after all seeing the gleam in his trainer’s eyes.

“Okay, I don’t know how you did it, but your voice is like right there almost perfect. And whatever you did with your face has really softened it. Its recognizably you and I don’t know I’d believe it's your sister, but it's actually a little surprising.”

“Really?” Paul perks up realizing his training partner seems pleased.

“Yea, really. You’re not just pulling my chain with some filter?” Bill is suddenly worried this is another one of his stupid pranks and he’s pulling his chain. Thinking back to the security login from yesterday, he pulls up one of the feeds to beat Paul at his own game of tech.

“No, Trainer Bill. I got a package with the voice spray stuff, and they gave me a bunch of makeup stuff so I spent some time trying it...”

“No shit!!” Bill interrupts as he can see Paul from the side kneeling staring up at the chat camera from the perspective of the fisheye security camera. “That is really impressive, Paulie.”

Paul blushes at little from the complement. “Thank you, Trainer Bill.” <BUZZ> Bill tosses in realizing he needs to reinforce this accomplishment. <BUZZ> <BUZZ> Paul gasps a the sudden pleasure rush.

“Good girl!” <BUZZ>

Paul lets it go by kind of glad he can make his trainer so happy and hear the excitement & praise in his voice.

“Show me how it looks at a distance. Get up and walk around a bit.” Bill says still perplexed at the shift even from yesterday but has to keep reminding himself it's his metamour before him.

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” says giggling a bit at his trainer’s fascination at the change. He focuses on trying to make sure he’s using good form, stride, gait, and pose as he passes back and forth in front of the computer.

“No, no, no, go down the hall. This has a better vantage point.”

Paul is suddenly reminded he gave Bill access to his security system and must be using the cameras to observe him. “Oh. Uh, okay, trainer bill,” Paul replies a little apprehensively.

Watching Bill go up and down the hall he is amazed at the difference the camera is picking up even at a distance. Switching to the other camera as he sees him pop into the living room, he mumbles, “the bitch might just pull this off.”

Paul stops abruptly, “what, Bill?!?”

“You can still hear me in there?”

“Bluetooth ear buds. They work pretty much everywhere in here;” his irritation growing at the ignorance that followed the insult. His stance communicates the irritation even if his new voice doesn’t as he crosses his arms and leans back staring at the security camera in the living room.

“I’m sorry, Paul,” Bill blurts out as he starts to repair the conversation, “I was just so surprised by the leaps and bound you made. I guess I forgot myself and let it slip. But these are great strides, Paulie.”

Paul softens a bit and puts his hands on his hips, “but ‘bitch’, trainer bill?”

Bill is almost floored with how pouty his complaining sounds with the new voice almost looking almost bratty. “Would you prefer ‘good girl’?” <BUZZ BUZZ> Glad to be able to visibly see the gadget works fine at distance as well as he can see Paul’s entire demeaner soften.

Paul’s eyes close exposing his eye shadow as he gasps, and his hands drop to his side as the painted nails stick out as he struggles to maintain his balance.

“That’s enough play.” Bill states directing the session back on track. “Let’s try out this new setup. Walk back to the spare bedroom and see how you can keep up your form over a distance.”

Caught off guard but reminded what he’s really here for, Paul turns to focus and walk back down the hall to the other room, “Yes, Trainer Bill.”

Taking a few steps, Paul feels a <zap> before he hears, “remember to swing your arms and shift your hips. Do you still feel the aid?”

Paul quickly shifts his movement to get back on track, but well aware of the intimate invader, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

<BUZZ> Noticing the movement improves, Bill re-enforces the improvement, “good girl.” <BUZZ> “Keep a good pattern.”

Reaching the bed in the guest room, Paul stops moving and just sort of stands there, arms dropped at his side.

“I was afraid of this.” Bill reflects as he sees the lackadaisical stance.

Nervously Paul jumps back, “what, Trainer Bill?!?” trying to figure out what was wrong with his walk.

“Well, your walk was fine, but you standing there is just not going to work.”

Suddenly aware of his position, Paul becomes very self-conscious and reaches under his chest to grab the other arm as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“Actually, that is better, Paulie, but I think a bit too timid for what you’re after. You need to express poise, comfort, confidence, and joy. You need to maintain good posture and openness. Stand up straight and throw your shoulders back.”

Paul tenatively tries to follow the directions but doesn’t move his arms from in front of himself.

“Your arms are blocking. Put your arms behind you by grabbing the elbow of your opposite arm for support.”

Dropping his arms to his side, he reaches his right arm behind his back and moves his left arm closer to grab it. As he grips the elbow, he moves his left hand up to grab his right arm. Feeling his shoulders nearly pop in his socket, he can feel his back straighten up as his head seems to elevate.

“Women have to learn to keep their shoulders back deal with their different weight distribution. Remember this feeling even if you can’t put your arms here; you need to maintain good posture. “

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” <BUZZ>

After getting the proper posture, Bill moved to his legs. “Okay, remember the stance is about appearing confident and comfortable through poise & posture. Stand firmly on your right leg, stick your leg out & point slightly out at about shoulder width as you lean back to your right.”

Paul tries to follow the directions and nearly loses balance a few times and throwing his arms out to catch himself. However, he eventually gets it and puts his arms back behind him as he straightens his back, thrusting his chest out. <BUZZZZZZZ> Paul barely even recognizes a high moan passing his lips, but his thoughts are stopped before he can continue as directions continue in his ears.

“Very good, Paulie. Now you have good posture but an appearance of comfort, but you need to appear confident & happy. Relax your facial expression, think of an enjoyable thought, and smile about it.”

Paul is a little caught off guard by the almost ‘touchy-feely’ idea from his trainer. “Um, yes, Trainer Bill.” He isn’t really sure what to think of so just tries to smile, but it's clearly a **** expression.

<zap> “Paulie, that isn’t a very genuine expression. It won’t work if you don’t believe it. You don’t have to be enjoying what you’re doing, but if you can think of something enjoyable, the sincerity of that thought can be projected successfully.” Bill is perplexed as he sees the ‘lady’ on the camera is clearly digging trying to find a happy thought. With all he has in his life, Paul should be able to think of dozens of things at any instant. “Think of anything happy. Hell, think of your girl’s lips around your cock.” Bill figures it's at least something they can relate to, and he gets a little harder himself just thinking about it.

Paul hears this at the same time his wife’s loop in his ear repeats ‘good girls love cum. I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure.’ He can’t help but picture her waking him yesterday morning devouring his cock. His face flushes a bit as his pulse involuntarily quickens as smile crosses his lips and his eyes focus splits.

Finally getting a genuine response, Bill encourages <BUZZZZZ> “good girl! That’s what you need to think of.” <BUZZ BUZZ>

Paul pants and his lids half close as his arousal increases, “Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Now walk from here to the couch and back a few times.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul’s voice responds with an almost sing song tone as he turns with his hands still behind his back and can feel his hips swing under the encouragement and countering the lack of balance from his arms.

“Listen to the click of the heels on that hard floor; notice how it’s in time with your hips,” Bill encourages with a small <buzz> with each click.

Panting with almost every step now focusing to try to maintain balance, tempo, & gait with each step; hips swinging wide, legs crossing each step, “Yes <click> <buzz> <pant> trainer <click> <buzz> <pant> Bill.” It takes every ounce of concentration Paul can muster just to keep his steps and listen to Bill instructions. Somewhere along the cycle between the living room and guest room, he stops verbalizing responses and ends up with just moans and whimpers he would have normally only heard from Molly in their home.

“Okay, Paulie, I think this has been good. Let’s close out.”

Panting as if he’d been running a marathon, Paul responded with “yes, Trainer Bill” as he hears the pleasant click of his heels as he returns to his kneeling spot.

Watching the deep rise and fall of his client’s chest, Bill is sure that Paul has gone through a lot today. “Great job today, Paulie! You really have made some great strides! Those spray really have made a difference, and these angles will really help us expand your skills.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Just glad to hear his training partner is so happy with him.

“Remember, appear confident and comfortable through poise & posture.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” <BUZZ> Paul moans as he pants even more barely able to process what he has said.

“Don’t forget to put away all your new gifts you got today. Bye, Paulie.”

Panting without even looking up to realize he’s bone, Paul responds with a weak, “bye, trainuh bih”

Taking a few minutes to try to catch his breath, Paul finally stands up to clean up after himself. Enjoying feeling the click of his heels against the faux wood reverberate up his legs, he gathers up his haul from Nico & Xane. Picking up the box he sways back to the spare bedroom to slide the large box in the closet to ensure Molly doesn’t see it.

Returning to the kitchen, he sets up a dinner bake; periodically singing to himself in his spray enhanced voice or speaking along with his recording of Molly while enjoying the click of the heels on the floor.

Moving to remove his daily outfit, he cleans up everything before dawning his generic guy’s shorts and top. Looking himself in the mirror after tidying up his face, he says to himself “all clean.” However, his eyes get really large as he realizes the voice coming out of his mouth does NOT match his bald & aging head. “Oh shit,” he exclaims as he covers his mouth. Panic begins to set in as he looks to the clock to see how long he has until Molly gets home. Realizing she should be there in a half hour or so, he tries to think back to when he used the new spray. Struggling through panic and some difficult focusing he attempts to do the math and try to remember what they said. He thinks it's been a little over 4 hours, but he can’t be sure, and every horrid nightmare starts running through his head.

He tries to assure himself everything will just be fine as he gets dinner out of the oven and puts together a salad. Watching the clock sure Molly will be home any minute, he’s almost afraid to say anything, afraid his voice will still be altered and no way to change it. If he just doesn’t confirm its still high, he can just hope its fixed rather than shatter the world.

In a sudden instant, the front door bursts open, “oh, Honey! That smells wonderful! I am sooo starving.”

Paul just smiles at her as she walks into the kitchen; her heels reverberating a familiar staccato to him as she walks up behind him.

Wrapping her hands around him, she says “missed you.” As she puts her head on his shoulder, she realizes he’s being abnormally quiet. “You okay, hun?”

Paul unsure whether his voice is right or not, he figures he can at least put himself in a good light first, and quickly spins around, and pulls her into a deep kiss reaching up under her skirt to play with her glorious ass. Finally breaking the kiss, and able to tell her mind his deep in passion, he quickly tests, “missed you too”. Hearing his usual tone, all the panic and tension washes away & a powerful confidences rushes in to replace it. Noticing she is still lost in herself; he abruptly lifts her up onto the counter tosses her knees wide as he dives up her short skirt to devour her exposed pussy.

“Oh god!!” She screams out panting, “guess you were starving too?” As she leans her head back to enjoy being her husband’s appetizer.