Scarlet's

Chloe looked slightly disappointed, but got over it. She explains the project a little more to you.

"We need to make a statement though an outfit to get the full grade. Scarlet wants to comment on how women often feel pressured to hold onto their youth, even at personal cost. The outfit we have planned will exaggerate that, but we'll get to it later."

Maya took over. "Of course, if we're commenting on femininity, we can't dress you up looking as you are. Not to say you don't look good, but you don't look girly enough. I'll help prepare you for your outfit, Chloe will dress you, and Scarlet will finish up with some makeup. Sound good?"

Maya said you looked good, and you clung to it. Maybe this false confidence was working, or maybe it was the obedience that she liked. "Sure, do what you need to do."

Maya led you behind the curtains set up so that you were the only two there. She smiled at you and gripped the waistline of your pants. You instinctively went to hold them up.

"Come on girl, it'll be quicker if you let me take care of you. I promise, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Maya quietly reassured you. You let go.

She undressed you down to your underwear when she grabbed your package and held it, as if measuring it. After a moment, she donned a look of approval while you stood there almost naked and stunned. She then took those off of you too. If nothing else gave it away, the split second of lingering on your tool let you know that things weren't exactly as advertised.

Maya broke you out of your thought by closing a drawer next to you and returning with an electric buzzer and a razor.

"We need you smooth and soft," she said, expecting that to explain everything.

The next several minutes were Maya going over every inch of your body with the electric buzzer, leaving you with nothing but barely-visible stubble, and following that with the razor, taking extra care for your curves. She finished up by applying lotion everywhere she had shaved.

She seemed to take some extra time on your pubic area. Your balls were hairless, but she left your pubic hair as stubble, which somehow reminded you of your vulnerability even more than if she had just shaved that too.

Maya left the changing area, giving you time to think about the important things: you were cold, exposed and had rarely felt this uncomfortable before, all for what? What was Maya trying to accomplish here, and what was going on with her? Did Maya rubbing lotion on your dick count as a handjob if you got hard, even if you didn't cum from it?

She returned before you could answer any of your questions, holding two silicon mounds that you recognized as breasts. Maya read your expression of confusion.

"C cup breasts should help fill out the dress Scarlet chose for you. They’re a little smaller than Emory's, but we figured that it might be smart to not overwhelm you."

It was a little late for that, but you could appreciate the effort.

Maya spread what she called an adhesive substance onto your chest, before applying each breast and holding them onto you until they set. With Maya so close to you, it was easy for you to pick up on her heavier breathing. Eventually she stepped back, admiring her work, before bringing Chloe in to dress you up.