Nail salon

Jenny's mind reeled at the many plans to further feminize David. A cock cage to wither his prick and self-esteem seemed especially delicious. Pierced ears would only be the beginning with nipples and tongue to follow with tattoos. She wasn't sure if he was ready for a gloryhole yet.

But she decided on pink finger and toe nails. Jenny thought she was acting of her own volition but actually she was following the motel clerk's commands. He told her "to go shopping. Help him buy some bras and panties. A nice skirt or two. A couple blouses. Get your nails done too. And a pedicure. Pink for his fingers and toes."

Off she cruised to the first nail salon she found. Again David followed her to a strip mall nail salon. His pink dress flapped and the high heels clicked on the sidewalk. The pantyhose strained against his muscular legs. Red lipstick and heavy mascara emphasized the gold dangling earrings clearly visible hanging below his short sandy hair. Embarrassed, he did feel a sexual thrill as did Jenny. He struggled to prevent and erection. He knew he'd cum again and stain his lovely dress and granny panties underneath.

David held the door open for Jenny to enter as if she was royalty.

Jenny scanned the salon. A couple matronly housewives and five nail "technicians" looked at the odd couple. A male approached Jenny. He clearly knew she was in charge.

"May I help you?" he asked with a foreign accent Jenny couldn't udentify.

"Yes. We'd like the works."

"The works," the man, a supervisor, asked.

"Manicures and pedicures for both. The pinkest shade of polish," she insisted.

The supervisor asked, "May I show you our various services?" he said as he pointed to the prices on the wall behind him.

Jenny considered them for a moments. "French tips and acrylic finger nails, full pedicure with the stones," she announced.

The supervisor's eye gleamed at the most expensive and luxurious selection.

Jenny leaned in and in a low tone demanded, "And I'd like that young man to take care of my friend." She indicated a very effeminate older man sitting in the corner. The supervisor snapped his fingers and signaled the man and a young woman to handle work on Jenny and David.

The effeminate man bowed and lead David to the chairs to begin the pedicure. Maybe Jenny sensed it but the older man had been a sex worker back in Thailand when he was younger. His blouse hid his tiny but firm breasts and his slacks camouflaged a large cock without testicles. In his younger days, he was a very popular ladyboy. But as he got older he lost his appeal to tourists. His lack of education and skills made him only to find work as a nail technician, not even as a beautician. On some level, Jenny sensed this.

The two matrons tilted the heads and looked over at the couple. Although they disapproved, they wanted to appear "enlightened." Also they didn't wish to offend the "ladyboy" manicurist because he gave wonderful hand massages.

"Nice to see a man not afraid to show his feminine side," one sniffed.

"So true. He looks so cute in that dress. And wonderful choice to match it with the polish," the other one sniffled.

As Jenny sat across from David in the padded pedicure chair, she said,"Put those two darling ladies' treatments on our bill."

Both of the housewives squealed and the supervisors eye's lit up.

As her feet were soaking, Jenny added, "Perhaps you'd like to join us in a pedicure, if you haven't had one already."

"Really?" the first one grinned. They both got up and sat down next to David. Their manicurists adapting from the nearly completed hands to their feet. The supervisor nodded at his atff. He knew he could add some extra for the inconvenience.

Jenny loved the sexual torment that David must be experiencing. A feminine man and two women would certainly stir some sexual tension. His growing cock would have to attract their attention.

David struggled to hide his erection.