Okay... What do I have to do?

“What do I have to do?” you ask tentatively.

Richard stops you right there, “First of all, your voice is already kind of girly…” You roll your eyes at this obvious crack. (although it is kind of true) Richard continues, “…but you can’t go out sounding like yourself. So starting now, you talk in your girliest voice. Now ask me again the right way.”

You ask the right way, as feminine as you can, “Okay. What do I have to do?”

Richard grins at the quality of your girl voice, “Very good. Okay, first, you need to shave your legs.” As he explains further, he leads you to the bathroom and gathers together the necessary bath items, “Your legs already look pretty great, because you’ve just got that very thin, white, peach fuzz leg hair that’s barely visible. Which works fine for pictures, but when you get up close, you can still see it. And your average girl isn’t gonna’ want any leg hair at all when she goes out, no matter how little or how light. So go in the shower and shave it all off.” As he leaves the bathroom to you, he adds, “And if you’ve got any underarm hair, make sure you shave that off, too.”

You pull out your hair bands, strip out of your new outfit, and hop in the shower. After rinsing off under the warm water, you sit down in the back of the tub, sliding your butt back up against the wall. You squirt a little of the foamy shave lotion into your hand and being to lather up your legs, when Richard comes into the bathroom and opens the shower door. Startled, you instinctively close your legs together to hide your privates, effectively tucking them between your thighs and making yourself look even more like a girl. Richard says, “While you’re in here, I found this.” He holds up a box of dark brunette hair dye.

You ask, “You want me to dye my hair?”

Richard corrects you, “What did we say about your voice?”

You ask in a girl’s voice, “You want me to dye my hair?”

Richard nods emphatically, “Oh, definitely. It’ll be great. And tomorrow we can just bleach it back to your normal color.” He opens the box and proceeds to apply the dark brown goo into your hair. You can’t help but feel kind of ridiculous, like a little kid, sitting naked in the tub while Richard lathers up your hair. When he finishes your hair, he leaves, telling you not to rinse it out. You lather up your legs and thighs, and begin shaving them. By the time you’re finishing up shaving off your leg hair and your almost embarrassingly small amount of underarm hair, Richard brings in a stack of towels, pokes his head into the shower again with no regard for your privacy, and gives you permission to rinse. As you rinse your hair out, you watch the dark brown color cascade over your body and down the drain, looking down at yourself in a new feminine light that you find fascinating. You tuck your penis and testicles back between your legs before you wash your body.

When you get out of the shower (your package still tucked out of sight) you grab a towel, pat your freshly smooth body dry, and wrap the towel around yourself like a woman would, tucking it into itself to keep it up just above your itty bitty titties. You grab another towel to wrap around your hair and wear on your head like a girl. You’ve seen girls do this move before, but it takes you a few tries to get it right. Finding some of Kristy’s nail care items on the sink, you decide to polish your fingernails and toenails, which ends up taking much longer than you expect it to. Richard comes by the bathroom every once in a while to check on your progress and make a joke about how it takes girls so long to get ready. Once you’re satisfied with your nails, you go to the mirror and pull the towel from your head and let your hair down. You examine it closely as you brush it. It’s not quite as dark as the color on the box, but it is brown. And you are virtually unrecognizable. A smiling Richard appears behind you, says, “Awesome,” and leads you into Kristy’s bedroom to get dressed.

Wearing only your towel, you go into Kristy’s old room, where Richard has already laid a dress out on the bed for you. When he hands you a little pair of cottony thong panties to put on, you worry, “Um… I’m not so sure that a thong is the best way to go if I’m trying to keep my… thingy under wraps.”

Richard insists, “Oh, no, these will work great if you wear them right. Put them on and I’ll show you.” You do it, bending down carefully to make sure your towel stays on as you step into the thong. As you pull it up your legs, under your towel and into place around your crotch (while trying to keep your nudity covered) Richard tells you, “This pair is going to be really tight on you, which is just what you need to keep your crotch looking totally flat. Lose the towel.” You hesitantly pull your towel off, unconsciously moving one arm over your chest to cover your tits as you let the towel fall to the floor. Richard notices you covering your “breasts,” and grins, raising an eyebrow at you. You realize what you’re doing, and let your arm fall down at your side.

Richard steps behind you, grabbing at the thong, pulling it into it’s proper place, explaining, “You pull the front panel down a little like this, and pull the back up a little higher. That way you get more coverage over your naughty part.” He runs his fingers under the strip of material between your butt cheeks, giving you a surprising rush as he continues, “And it’s not like a string up your butt or anything, it’s a nice thick piece of fabric. But it won’t show a panty line under your dress.” Suddenly, and unexpectedly, his right hand slips down into the front of your panties. As he grabs your soft little package to adjust it, pushing it back between your legs and up against your body, the amazing sensation you experience makes you feel like you’re on the verge of orgasm. Richard says, “This is probably going to be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it.” As he fondles you down there, you struggle to concentrate, desperately trying to keep yourself from getting hard. After a moment, Richard pulls his hand out of your panties, turns you toward a full length mirror, and says, “There.”

All you can say is, “…wow.”

Your crotch looks amazing, and can’t help but smile as you move about, squatting and leaning from side to side. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you wear looking at a pussy under those panties. Pleased with Richard’s handiwork, you let him finish dressing you. He helps you put on the matching bra, and helps you slip the dark-but-colorful satin dress over your head. The straps are just wide enough to cover your bra straps, and it falls at a good length down your thighs. Richard comments on the dress as he smooths it down over your hips, “And this dress looks awesome on you. It’s short enough to show off your legs, but long enough that you won’t be flashing everyone your cooch.” (you grin to yourself when Richard refers to your private place as your “cooch”)

After Richard does your hair and make up, he picks out a cute pair of dangly clip-on earring, a little butterfly necklace, and a pair of clunky-strappy-platform sandals that you have to wear because they “make your legs look phenomenal.” You look like a new girl.