Chapter 5

Song and Emery were sitting on the couch in Brooks’ apartment facing each other, again in their full maid attire. Song had one leg crossed over the other, a position now taken without thought, bouncing his heeled foot. The idea of being a lowly maid still didn’t sit well, nor did the fact the outfits were made to be sexier on the feminine form that both he and Emery carried. His own dress still had a cutout to show off his cleavage and Emery’s skirt was still short enough to easily see the panties she wore when bent over. Of course they both wore those same impractically high heels that were certainly not intended for that kind of work. The apartment wasn’t exactly a disaster area, but there was still plenty to do. Song had to sit his absent-minded friend down to discuss a plan of attack to do, Emery, not the best at keeping things in the right order, grabbed the vacuum first thing. “You can’t do that first, Emery.” Song said, sounding more like his mother than he’d care to admit. “We have to get the clutter gone, then dust, and then you can do that.”

“Can’t we just, I don’t know, relax till Manny gets home and then we can do our thing?” Emery said dreading the dishes in the sink she wanted nothing to do with.

“And risk Brooks calling that bitch?” Song couldn’t imagine Bianca being happy with that phone call, especially when she was on vacation, nor did he wish to relive the humiliating experience of being spanked like an unruly child. “No, we need Brooks to be happy.” the Korean teen explained, feeling a subtle desire to see the unwanted boyfriend smile and give his approval. The stray thought wasn’t a welcome one, but instead of visible revulsion, the smile on Song’s face only grew. Practice hiding his real emotions behind the happy facade had created his new default expression.

“FINE!” Emery huffed. “I will be a good girlfriend, or whatever.”

Soon enough the two were scurrying about the apartment cleaning. Unlike the last time, the pair of feminized friends were actually putting in effort. The same tasks that took them a full day before were easily completed in a matter of hours when neither was dragging their feet. There was much to be done after all.

It was a Saturday night, and Emmanuel had just finished his first shift running the store. Bianca had trusted him with keys, and he wasn’t about to disappoint her. Even after counting down the drawer and checking it twice, he went ahead with a third time, not about to fail the woman he saw as having his balls in a vice grip. The proverbial stick was clear, but Emanuel didn’t mind the alternative. Bianca had even given a raise to accompany the new responsibility, and without her the boy would still be wearing t-shirts one ruined thread from falling apart. The carrot option had been treating him rather well in his opinion. Everything in the store neat and tidy, he still managed to make it out the door long before his boss would have finished one of her nightly lectures. He ran for the bus, eager to get home to the two wonderful girls waiting for him.

Arriving, the boy was genuinely surprised to find a perfectly pristine apartment. The girls each greeted him with a kiss, and Song had his favorite soda ready in a tall glass with ice. Feeling the petite object of his affections, pressing her chest into him as she gave a quick peck on the lips, only made Emmanuel want more. Those skimpy French maid outfits were plenty sexy after all. He wrapped one arm around her skinny waist so he could take his time to explore her mouth with his tongue, a thrill running through him when she returned the kiss with equal passion. “Gosh, you’re beautiful.” Emmanuel said, holding onto the girl, gazing deep into her brown eyes, wishing he could pick her up, and carry her off to his bedroom. It wasn’t just the two of them though, so reluctantly he let go, and accepted the hug from his blonde girlfriend.

“I missed you too.” Wrapping both arms around her midsection, Emmanuel kissed the blue eyed goddess with just as much affection, making sure she could literally feel how excited he was to see her. Accepting the beverage he looked the two over before examining their work. In that moment he felt a real sense of contentment that he couldn’t remember feeling before. Ever since his father went away life felt like a struggle. While it wasn’t perfect now, his mom not being around enough, things were getting better.

Trusting them with keys to his apartment was a big step, but one he didn’t expect to pay off like it did. Emmanuel would have been lying if he said he wasn’t worried about Song taking the few pieces of nice jewelry his mother owned to the pawn shop, and skipping town. It wasn’t like he expected them to pull the same stunt that led to the spanking incident, an occurrence that still made him cringe when he thought about it, but this was on a completely different level. Even the ancient coffee table, once covered in rings, and scratches now had a glossy sheen he could practically see his reflection in. “Wow!...Just…wow! I can’t believe the difference. You two didn’t have to do all this, you know. I really do appreciate it.” He kissed his girlfriends gratefully, then turned to face the glimmering residence, still not quite believing the difference. That was when he noticed Song had a particular look in her eye, one he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was then Emery grabbed his arms from behind, pinning them against his back. Before he could react, Song held a rag saturated in ether, his recent illicit purchase having just arrived in the mail the day before, and pressed over his nose and mouth.

As Song dug through the struggling boy’s pocket for his phone, the last thing Emmanuel heard the devious boy turned girl say was, “It’s the least we could do, Brooks. You’ll have plenty on your plate, soon enough. After all, we’re about to turn your life upside down, just like you did ours.” With that, the boy slipped into the darkness as his limp body collapsed onto the floor.

First, Song sent a text to Bianca from Emannuel’s new phone.

Emmanuel: Everything is going great. The girls did an excellent job cleaning, and they’re perfectly under control. Hope you’re enjoying your trip.

This was immediately followed up with a photo of the clean dwelling. That out of the way, a few more were sent to the boy’s mother, making sure she wouldn’t show up, and ruin his designs.

Emmanuel: Mom, there’s something we need to talk about…

No reply came from the **** boy’s mother as she wasn’t able to check her phone on the clock, but Song continued sending several texts, spinning his web of deceit.

Once the bases were covered, Emery, and her much weaker friend managed to drag their soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's deadweight body into his room. “He’s heavy.” Emery said. thinking about how moving someone like they were on tv didn't seem like such a big deal. “Do you think bodies weigh more or less when someone is dead?”

Song had never been the muscle in his plans and his recent life changes seemed to have sapped him of what little strength he had, leaving him struggling with the **** teen. “What? Why would the body be… Emery, less talk, more lifting please.” Words and phrases like please, may I, how can I help, thank you, were all ones Song didn’t utilize often, but as he settled into his current role they became a normal part of his lexicon without him realizing. After a bit of a struggle the two managed to lay Emmanuel across his bed. When he started to stir, Song draped the soaked rag over his face once more, giving a sense of power and control not felt since that first day he was **** into a pair of heels. Their target didn’t move a muscle as they moved on to the next stage of the plan.

The two stripped the boy naked, long being over the sight of his dick. They’d had it in their mouths so many times, so that kind of embarrassment wasn’t anywhere to be found. Song took the clothes, and stuffed them into a garbage bag, along with everything in Emmanuel’s closet and dresser as well. He took note of the quality garments, something rarely seen in the modern world of fast fashion, and wondered if he could stash them somewhere for when he returned to boyhood, but holding a pair of slacks up to his waist, it was plain to see the legs fell past his miniscule feet, spilling down onto the floor. Song pressed his lips into a straight line. Pants weren't something he had in abundance, but he also had one pair that covered his feet, designed to be worn with a pair of heels. Even if the waist size wasn’t too large, the length would never work. The duo, having borrowed Rose’s van for the day, spent their morning shopping, making good use of the so-called prizes for their blowjob competition. Those, plus Song’s dense bank account, purchased a new wardrobe for the stylish fashionista they planned to create.

While Song kept busy filling the empty spaces with the new garments, Emery began plying her trade in earnest on the **** teen, first deciding the new girl’s complexion best suited neutral tones. She started with the eyes, that way the rag could stay in place. Browns and golds blended across the lids had Emmanuel’s irises popping beneath them when the blonde pried one open to check. A smooth line of liquid eyeliner was next, and while that set, she went to work with a pair of tweezers, plucking away in a wild fury until the formerly bushy brows became a couple of well groomed arches.

The eyes completed, the makeup artist removed the cloth, and working diligently with a concealer stick, and foundation, covered Emmanuel’s face, smoothing away every little blemish and discoloration. Contour and highlight followed, sculpting the boy’s already soft features into that of a picturesque beauty, all the while her tongue peeking out while touching it to the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.

“God damn!” Emery lamented. “I was expecting a linebacker in a dress, but she’s actually kind of pretty. I almost wouldn’t mind making out with her now.” The ditz continued to appraise her creation. “But not as pretty as me of course." Emery looked over to Song. "And you, I mean we are both hot. How long does this stuff last, anyway? Do you want to make out or something?"

"No, Emery, we have things to do." Song shook his head marveling at how quickly the girl went from himbo to bimbo.

An eyebrow pencil was next, Emery deciding to leave the little notch unfilled. That kind of look could be cute after all, a little piece of individuality. She remembered Mary telling her about Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark, and how in the nineties everyone thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. A few strokes of a mascara wand, and a neat application of red lipstick finished the project just in time for Emmanuel to once more begin to stir. Emery fumbled the chemical soaked cloth back into place before the freshly made up boy could regain his faculties. “Hey, does this smell like chloroform to you?” she joked, a light giggle escaping her lips.

“Focus.” Song repeated, remembering the importance of having more than one minion. Finishing the replacement of Emmanuel’s clothes, Song and Emery moved on to the next phase of their plan. They saved one souvenir from their time under Bianca’s thumb, a cockcage, key and all. Gleefully Song fastened the device around the boy’s member, and locked it down. Brooks couldn’t be kept under forever, and eventually they’d need some method of control. Every other step checked off their list, it was time for the new girl to get dressed.

“She’s a lot skinnier than I thought.” Emery noted, enviously comparing her own waist to Emmanuel’s.

“That just means he’s…” Song paused, taking note of the pronoun Emery used and nodded, “...she’s going to need a little extra help developing a feminine figure.” He tossed a heavily boned corset to his accomplice. Turning the boy over, they slid the foundation garment underneath, and fastened the dozens of little hooks in the front. The pretty girlish boy felt an almost sadistic joy, as the two took turns, planting a foot into their victims back, and yanking on the laces like their life depended on it. Once finished, Emmanuel now had an hourglass figure, a narrow hourglass like one might find in a cheap board game, but an hourglass nonetheless.

Gleefully, the two feminized teens worked together, rolling their new girlfriend around the bed, as they struggled to get the fashionable outfit on. Once they were done, their project was dressed in a tan top with a bertha collar in a simple dotted diamond print. This was over a very short brown pleated skirt, simply decorated by a brown leather braided belt. The skirt barely covered the silky tan panties covering Emmanuel’s modesty, while the matching bra was stuffed full with several tissues, giving the passed-out teen the appearance of an ample D-cup bosom. While Song decorated the boy’s wrist with a few matching bangles, Emery fought his women’s size nine feet into a pair of matching brown three-inch heeled ankle booties with dark laces up the front. When all was said and done, the only two things that looked out of place were the small patches of fuzz on his legs, and a short cropped hairstyle, but those would be remedied soon enough.

Before moving to the next phase, the feminized feminizers changed from their maid outfits into something more comfortable. Both settled on pleats and windowed bodices, Song’s being a black top, and a khaki skirt, and Emery’s, a simple white dress. When it came time to drag Emmanuel’s lifeless body to the van, they opted to leave their shoes off while navigating the treacherous aging stairs of the dilapidated apartment complex. The maid’s dresses were stuffed into the same bag as Emmanuel’s old clothes, and were swiftly deposited in a random dumpster, never to be seen again.

“I can’t believe how smooth this is going.” Emery said, clapping her hands together giddily. She cranked up the radio, and danced along lip syncing as she drove down the road.

Sitting in the back seat with his foe’s head laying in his lap, Song made sure he stayed under till it was the right time, unconsciously running the tips of his nails across Emmanuel's scalp like he enjoyed. ‘It’ll be even smoother once we get him to the shop, and under anesthesia.’ he thought to himself.

As they pulled the van into the loading dock behind Rim, Eun was standing there waiting, dressed for a night out, her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. “Where have you been, little sister?” Eun asked as soon as Song stepped out from the back seat. “I’m going clubbing tonight, and the more time I spend here with you, the less time I have to find my new husband. You better be grateful.”

“Of course, eonni. Incredibly grateful.” Song replied sweetly, the way a Korean girl would typically refer to her older sister. It was slow coming but after work hours he no longer had to address the girl he once dated, his supervisor, as Miss Park, instead opting for the term of endearment. It was common for boys to call their older sister nuna, but beaten down, Song hadn’t even questioned using the alternative.

Eun would never say the words out loud, but she was beginning to see her boss’ daughter truly as a little sister, though the kind you never let live anything down. Song explained, “She was just a little heavier than we thought she’d be, so it took a bit longer than expected. Don’t even get me started on the ether. I figured it would’ve lasted longer, but we had to stop three times dragging her down the stairs to stick a rag in her face again. I’m pretty sure Emery’s going to have to redo her lips before we’re finished.”

“She’s going to have to do them again, anyway, after I’m done with her. I guess I can let it go this time, but you owe me, yeodongsaeng.” she said, using the Korean term for younger sister. “Someone’s paying for all this, right? Your mother will flip her lid if the inventory is that far off from the drawer. Not to mention you have to pay me for my time, and I don’t come cheap.” In reality, Eun had filled Grace in on her daughter’s plans, afraid of the woman’s wrath should she find out they’d actually **** and kidnapped someone, and then taken them to the salon.

It turns out the woman was actually thrilled, eager for Song to lose the deadweight redneck boyfriend, and move on to bigger and better things, though she couldn’t help but wonder what had finally driven her child to such **** measures. Whatever the case, she only had two requirements. One was that the security system be deactivated, knowing video evidence would do no one any favors. The second, Song was not to be made aware of her involvement. It was important that her progeny felt the pride of solving this little problem all on her own.

“Don’t worry about the money.” Song said proudly. “I intend to pay full price, and we have a thirty percent off coupon as well. To show our immense gratitude, the change is all yours.” There was something incredibly satisfying taking rewards for blowing his perceived imprisoner and using them to put them in the exact same trap.

“Can you help us carry him inside?” Emery asked, already out of breath just thinking about the ordeal of getting the made-up boy to the van in the first place.

“Work smarter, not harder, Blondie.” Eun said, wheeling a rolling chair down beside the vehicle, already prepared for what came next. She may have acted like she had better things to do, but in reality the esthetician was eager to give another boy tits. She had the time of her life, doing it to Song and Emery, and like an addict chasing a high, she couldn’t wait to do it again. This time, since her client was so statuesque, she was going to make sure they were huge.