Luke Interlude (Makeover)

Luke left the house in a hoodie and baggy pants. Even though he felt comfortable in his body he didn’t have the proper clothes. But today wasn’t about accessorizing. It was a self care day. And he needed it.

The spa was not what he was expecting. It had a Greco-Roman theme. When he arrived inside he was greeted by a beautiful blonde woman in a black v neck shirt and tight black slacks.

“Welcome! How can I help?” The woman asked.

Luke pulled out his coupon, “I got this in the mail... complimentary spa day for new residents.”

“Oh, of course! Please follow me.”

Luke was lead into a ornate room with a massage table. It reminded him of something. But he couldn’t think of what.

“Please, remove all your clothes and lay down on the table,” the woman said, “You can place a towel over your body to keep your decency. I’ll be back to start your massage in a minute.”

When the woman left, Luke took off his hoodie and jeans, stripping down to his small bare breasts and tiny cock. He was just under the towel when there was a knock at the door.

“I’m ready,” Luke said.

The woman entered with a pair of headphones. “Please wear these while I work on you. This will help relax your body.”

Luke accepted them. Calming music began to relax him, until he was in a deep trance.

From the woman’s perspective Luke had passed out completely. She was able to sculpt his body as if it were putty in her hands. A lot of her work had already been done for her, but she was able to massage more feminine features for his legs and arms. She put cream on his face to soften his masculine features, but she knew he’d have to reapply later.

The subliminal messages were working their magic programming in training that every young woman needed.

Luke was experiencing a dream where he was in his mother’s room. He had put on one of her dresses, a silky white number that swished pleasantly as he moved.

“You look beautiful, honey,” he heard a voice say. Turning around he saw his mother.

“Mom, I can explain-“

“No need to explain, Luke,” she said, “You look like you could use some help.”

Luke’s mother pulled out a pair of white high heels. “Try these on.”

Luke took them and put them on. He began to wobble, but his mother helped him. “They’ll take some time to get used to. Let me help.”

Luke began walking, tripping and then into a full sashay.

“Excellent, time for makeup,” His mother said, sitting him down in front of a mirror. She helped guid him through the process. How to apply foundation, mascara, eye shadow, lip stick, and the rest.

“Don’t you look like a beautiful woman.”

Luke did a double take, what had been his face moments before had been replaced with a gorgeous woman. His hair long and in waves.

He woke up to the masseuse handing him a blue silk robe.

“I hope you enjoyed your massage. Time for your mani pedi.”

Luke nodded groggily. The trance still affecting his decision making. The woman led him to a comfy chair with a foot bath and table. He sat down. Another woman appeared and began working on his manicure. The other woman was scrubbing and working on his feet.

“You are not the first man to get a manicure and pedicure here,” the woman said.

“Huh?” Luke said still partially hypnotized.

“It’s a modern age. Men are getting more in touch with their feminine side. Haven’t you felt that way?”

“Yes...” Luke said, not sure if he had.

“Men deserve to look pretty,” she continued. “You deserve to look pretty.”

Luke felt the words solidify in his mind. He did deserve to look pretty. So pretty.

After an hour or so they were done and Luke was sporting beautiful red nail polish on his fingernails and toenails.

“You’ll need to put on these high heels, love,” the woman said. “Don’t want to damage the nail polish with socks and closed toed shoes.”

Luke accepted the pair of heels and the women applauded as he sashayed down the hallway.

“You are a natural,” the woman said.

“My mother... taught me?” Like said, not sure if she had.

The woman took him to a salon chair. “Hair and makeup, now,” the woman said. The brushes tickled Luke’s face. He could feel his body relax as the woman finished. She continued to work on his hair until it was an attractive wave. Looking into the mirror Luke saw the hints of that woman from his dream staring back at him.

The woman escorted him back to where his clothes were. But his hoodie and pants weren’t there, instead there was v neck shirt and skinny jeans.

“Where did my clothes go?” Like asked.

“You were such a good client we thought we’d upgrade you to the deluxe package. We got you some more fashionable clothes than your old ones. They will go so well with your makeup and new haircut.”

The woman pulled out a couple of magazines, “Please read these fashion magazines. They’ll teach you all you need to know about being a fashionable young man.”

Luke didn’t question the woman. Even though the fashion magazines she gave him were all of women wearing beautiful clothes and wearing the most perfect makeup. He just assumed they were men like him, dressed up like women.

He sashayed back home. Reading a new magazine about a boutique that was nearby. It had a discount for anyone who lived in the neighborhood. Courtesy of the Neighborhood Association.