Talk about body modifications. And orgasms.

Sitting at the dining room table Sarah pulls out the pamphlets she got at Stacy’s salon. “Okay, let’s talk body. First up, body hair. Your hair doesn’t exactly grow fast, but it’s dark enough that its going to need shaving daily and probably a touch up before any camera time. There are other methods though that can make it go smoother. Easier. First is getting waxed…”

Sarah’s voice fades off as the memory of my eyebrow flashes before my eyes. “Whoa! Is that the stuff Marci used on my brow?”

Sarah is taken aback as she has a pamphlet opened up so I can read it. I see the photo of a woman getting a sticky wax applied on her groin area. Sarah nods slowly as if I were confused “Well yeah, but like I was saying it’s the only method that will…”

I cut her off with a slashing motion of my hand. “Then absolutely not. That was terrible and I can’t imagine having it done all over my body. I saw the 40 Year Old Virgin ya know! What’s the next option?”

Sarah shrugs and replaces the pamphlet with two others. “Well, that leaves electrolysis and lasers. They both have their advantages and disadvantages….”

I put my hand up, my head already spinning with all the information I have to remember about skin care, hair care, and cosmetics. “Can you just make the choice? I’ll go with whichever you choose.”

Sarah seems frustrated and pushes the pamphlets to me. “If you want, I’ll make the final call. But I want you to know what you’re getting into with either one. So, take these into your room and read them just before going to sleep. We’ll make the call and schedule the procedures in the morning.”

She pats the pamphlets a couple times as if ending that part of the conversation and moves on. “Okay, next up on the body routine is exercise. Initially I was thinking that we could get a gym membership and use one of their trainers, but I’m not sure that would be ideal. I mean, we can hide your…” Sarah glances down overtly between my legs then back up at me and continues “…we can keep that secret in most situations, but it would be difficult in a gym. So, I think getting a trainer to come here would be best. They’ll be able to focus a workout specifically on what we want.”

I nod, understanding that losing weight and getting a better body was important. And considering how close this person would be to me, private certainly seems better. After I nod my agreement Sarah smiles and says she’ll schedule a trainer as soon as she can and hopefully, I’ll have my first session in the next day or so.

“Okay, now we get to body shape.” Sarah moves her hand in a classic hourglass figure. “No amount of exercise is going to increase your bust size or reduce your waist. I mean, exercise and diet CAN reduce your waist but its tough to do while keeping your hips. And you could actually use your hips bigger rather than smaller. If you were all in on this, long term, looking for a permanent change, I’d suggest major surgery. It’s really the only thing that will work. We can use all the corsets and fake boobs we want, it will just limit the clothing options. We want to show off a sexy belly and have your cleavage out there begging for cash. So….”

Sarah pushes another pamphlet toward me. I immediately grow nervous as I see it’s from a plastic surgeon’s office. On top it simply says ‘Is Fat Grafting Right For Me?’

“This is a shorter-term version of that. What they do is take fat from one or several areas of your body and deposit it elsewhere. It was initially designed to make breasts or hips look a little bigger, but the more they use it, the more they’re learning how to make something out of nothing. Some pre op transgendered women are using it to get breasts without the fuss of major surgery.” Sarah opens up the pamphlet and points out photo examples, cropped from just above the groin to just below the chin, of obvious men turning into curvy looking women. “See, they pull the fat from the waist and deposit it elsewhere. Now, you don’t have much fat to pull, which is a compliment, but this doctor has developed a method of increasing the fat’s volume and it not being rejected from the body. He seems to do really good work and you’ll end up with nice looking breasts with only a small scare that just a touch of makeup will hide.”

I’m stunned into silence again. Breasts? She wants to give me actual breasts? Before I can gather up a defense, Sarah continues. “There are a total of four options here. One, do nothing. You’ll wear corsets and waist cinchers and breast forms. You’ll be very limited on clothes and make no doubt it will limit your ability to make money. Since we agreed you’d do as I say and I say that it won’t work, that’s immediately off the table.”

Sarah continues on without letting ne consider the first option. “Two, heavy hormones. I know a guy that will prescribe them without a doctor leaving transgender treatment. The side effects though are pretty **** and I’d prefer to give you an out. If you go this way you’ll grow little beasts of your own and through some foundation garments we’ll be able to shape you up into some real cleavage. The long term effects include infertility, heavy mood swings, hair changes, and loss of muscle tone. You don’t have enough muscle tone to worry about, but my plans don’t include anything about you losing your fertility.”

She pauses, her head tilted to the side a bit. “There’s light hormones, but we’ll come back to that. Next up is Three, this fat grafting. It’s an outpatient procedure, will reduce your waist and give you natural looking hips and breasts. It’s technically permanent, but can be reversed with minimal effort unlike major implant surgery. It’s basically a little liposuction and some skin treatment and you’d be back to normal.”

Sitting up straight she leans in, looking serious. “The last option, four, is implanting body mods. Breast, hip, and even ass augmentation. Each of these would be gel filled inserts. It takes a bigger incisions, includes a stay at the hospital, and has weeks if not months of recovery. And while it can be reversed by removing the implants, it will leave you permanently scarred. This has the potential to make the most money, but I figure it would take about three years to cover the extra costs of the initial surgery and we just don’t have that kind of time.”

She holds her hand up as I move to ask a question. “Before questions, I said I’d come back to light hormones. Let’s say that men transitioning to women need a ‘normal’ does of hormones. Doctors can prescribe a heavier dose for faster and more **** results. They can also prescribe a light or ‘starter’ dose that has some of the effects but none of the permanent side effects. It softens the skin, gives the smallest of pre-breasts, moves the body fat around a little, and avoids the infertility. The docs give this to let pre surgery candidates a chance to experience what it will be like without committing to it. Since it has a lot of the feminizing effects, but not enough in the breast, hips, or ass department, I think adding this to the fat grafting would be ideal. The hormones would start working quickly as the parts that take the longest are the physical changes to the body. The skin changes though work pretty quick and would give you a more feminine appearance. Add in the breasts, hips, and ass from the fat graft and we could have you being all the girl you could be within a single month while leaving you the chance to stop the treatment and reverse the fat graft. We make you physically Sadie from September through December and you’ll have earned the money you need. Stay that way through June of next year and you’ll have most of your college paid for going forward. By the next semester, August, you’ll be back to being Nick.”

I still find my mind spinning. How long had she known that she wanted to physically change me in this way? And why can’t we just try the none transformative methods?

After a bit of me starting to ask a question only to back off Sarah seems to take pity. “Think about it. We’ll go over it in the morning along with the hair removal. We’ll also have to discuss vocal training, but I’m looking into something that might make that work far more quickly than I thought possible and might lead us to earning you real money a lot sooner. But for tonight, we’re going to implement a change and I’m afraid you won’t like it. It’s about what happened last night.”

I slowly cringe and feel a blush spreading under my makeup. “You mean the masturbation, right? I know it’s gross but look, I’m sure I’ll get used to all of this but it’s so erotic feeling that I just couldn’t…”

Sarah reaches forward and puts her finger on my lips again in that hush maneuver. “It’s not that it’s gross Sadie. If it weren’t for other factors, I’d be all about you jacking off… or jilling as you should start to think of it. But… well… did you take psychology?”

I shake my head, remembering that my counselor suggested I take it early but had decided I’d take it in a later semester. Sarah nods and goes on “Well, I won’t go into the details as they’re technical and boring, but in layman’s terms men have ‘Big Dick Energy’ and women don’t. Men walk around satisfied almost all the time, whether they’re a little punk or a big brute. That comes from sexual release. To men, sexual release is common and easy to obtain. Grab, stroke, spurt, and you’re done. Women have to work at it. It’s more of a full body experience. It takes time and has a long build up. If we both went to have an orgasm, and assuming you were relaxed and not a nervous nellie, you’d probably be able to get off within five to ten minutes. I’d likely take me twenty minutes to an hour. So, women can’t just ‘get off’ whenever they want. Does that make sense?”

Like many aspects of porn, I’m realizing the female orgasms I’d learned about are a lie. I nod and answer “Yeah, I guess. You want me to masturbate but take longer. To be more like a girl.”

Sarah smiles coyly and shakes her head. “No, that’s not quite it. You’d still be able to be in control of your orgasms and be able to have them whenever you want. In fact, you probably wouldn’t be able to stop your self once you got to a certain point in your masturbation. I’d bet it would be difficult for you to ‘try’ to make your masturbation last as long as it takes me to achieve orgasm. No, if we’re going to utilize this to our advantage, make your orgasms more like a girl’s and sap you of your Big Dick Energy…” I can’t help but cringe when she puts it like that, which I guess is part of the point “…then you don’t get to initiate or even decide when an orgasm comes. I’ll manage those for you.”

I nod, wondering if I’ll be able to abstain. I honestly meant to last night but maybe I’ll grow accustomed to the panties and smooth skin and silk sheets…. My eyes grow wide as Sarah pulls the pink device out of her purse. “Wait, you can’t be serious. Is that a…”

Her answer is curt and confident “A chastity cage. You’ll be wearing one a lot of the time. Not permanently, as we’ll want your skirts and dresses and such to fit nicely and this will leave a bulge, but much of the time at home you’ll have this on. And this comes with something special! It’s Bluetooth enabled! It can lock and be unlocked remotely. Even when it’s unlocked, it’ll ding the app whenever it’s removed and can even deliver a slight vibration. Here, feel this…”

Sarah holds out the pink chastity cage toward me indicating an area that would correspond to touching the base of the shaft. I place my finger on it and she taps her phone, letting me feel the slight buzzing sensation. It wasn’t painful in the least. In fact it…. My eyes again go wide as I realize the implications.

Sarah outright giggles, covering her mouth cutely. When she’s able to, she goes on “I see you get it. That’d feel really nice… except feeling nice there when locked away in a cage can lead to quite an uncomfortable situation. You see, I don’t like using pain as a training aid but if we’re going to maximize your abilities and get you being as profitable as we can I’ll NEED a training aid. Especially when you’re on camera. With this I’ll be able to… well… let’s say ‘encourage’ you to act certain ways. A little will feel good. A lot will feel bad. So, I’ll have both a carrot and a stick in the same tool!”

Pushing it across the table Sarah smiles and finishes with “You’ll start wearing it tonight. I’ll tuck you in and make sure it’s on. I’ll have the app on full blast so even though it will be locked, if you try to mess with it I’ll know. Just like last night, no cumming for you. No jilling or messing around either and I’d better not find sticky or crusty panties on you in the morning!”

I knew this was a Rubicon of sorts. Right now there wasn’t anything physically stopping me from leaving. Sure, I had pink hair, femmy eyebrows, and no cash, but I could walk out the door and there wasn’t anything Sarah could do to stop it. But if I put this on and let her lock it, I’d have a physical barrier. Something that I’d have to get cut off. It still wouldn’t technically prevent me from leaving but would add a hefty humiliation cost if I decided to just leave without her blessing.

But again, as Sarah strode over to my room to pick out my ‘jammies’ for the night, I figured I didn’t really have much of a choice. This was just another small step toward making my money and learning how to be self-sufficient. With a deep sigh I followed along and minutes later was in bed, staring at the ceiling, as Sarah used an ice pack to get my penis as small as it could be and finally locking it away. After she literally pulled the covers up to my chin and kissing me on the forehead, she said goodnight and left me alone.

Reaching down I touched the device for the first time and realized it felt a little loose. I gave it a little tug just to see if it was fully on. My internal question was answered by Sarah yelling from across the house “I saw that! No Touching!”

It was going to be a long night.