Chapter 7

Finding out he was going to be working as a junior maid and having the man that should be reporting to him, groveling to keep his job after the disrespect he had shown… All of it had been the day before the shopping expedition. Now that they had spent his money on things he couldn’t wait to throw out he was at least happy it was over. Closing the lid of the trunk the skirt wearing man gave Moriah his best fake smile. “That was a lot of fun, but I’m pooped, ready to go home?”

“It was fun wasn’t it.” Moriah said it as a statement not a question, knowing full well what the man next to her really thought. “I think in all the excitement you forgot we have you scheduled for a few beauty treatments at Rim’s.”

“Oh, I nearly forgot.” Cal almost let the smile slip away. ‘I was hoping you had forgotten.’

Heading back inside the mall, Cal’s feet complained with each step they made their way to their destination and the next segment of his torment. He had to act happy to get a makeover, like it was some kind of dream come true instead of a nightmare. Their next stop was Rim Beauty, a beauty salon spa that seemed to be mostly staffed with people of east Asian descent of one type or another. He had gotten his nails done, painted a deep red and matching toenails. Having his cuticles pushed back, something called gel nails added, shopped and colored was a wild experience that felt a bit like magic. Or at least it did when he held up his hand after the process, his hand now appearing feminine with just the slight change. The best part of getting his nails done was the foot massage the young Asian girl gave him. Having a girl that looked like a porcelain doll rubbing his sore feet was amazing. He just wished it didn’t mean he was coming away with red talons.

Still in the same shop he had been brought over to what he thought of as a salon chair instead of the big comfy massage seat. Here he was taken care of by a different girl, just as pretty as the last. When she put her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the face, he thought of leaning forward to kiss her, imagining how she would look in the maid dress, but she had only been looking to take stock of her customers' eyebrows. Shortly after she began he started to feel a bit of pain, making him feel a bit of discomfort. Moriah hadn’t held anything back on what was going to happen, or so Calvin thought. He knew his bushy eyebrows that she had plucked a little were still considered a little too thick and that they were going to take care of that here. What he didn’t know was what it meant to get microblading done, how it was going to be a lasting change for over a year.

The next step was to adjust his hair, from a light brown to dark chocolate brown, almost black. Getting a dye job wasn’t the quickest process, but when you need to get hair extensions long enough to hang down past Calvin’s shoulders the entire thing takes closer to six hours. It was mind numbingly boring and there was nothing he could do about it. Moriah hadn’t even stayed, going off to do something else while he was stuck there in the seat. When the fusion extensions were complete Calvin was able to see the damage, see himself in the mirror. Like the nails, changing his hair made him look so much different. The dark hair hung down past his shoulders, curled slightly, his forehead covered with bangs hung down to just over his newly thin and arched eyebrows. “That can’t be…” He was going to say me, unable to believe the kind of change he was seeing. With the makeup still on the only thing he saw was a girl, a pretty girl and knowing what he was going to be doing, looking that that made his mind imagine the pretty girl, Clara in the full maid regalia. ‘Stop that…’ He told himself, wishing he didn’t feel arousal at the girl’s image combined with his imagination.

The girl in the mirror had dark honey colored skin, long dark hair, her hands were reaching up to her face, showing off her long red nails. He couldn’t help but feel desire looking at himself.

“That can’t be me.” Calvin said for a second time, looking in the mirror, mesmerized by the girl he saw. Her mouth moved when he spoke and one of the few things he could really think about was slipping his dick between her lips. Blinking a few times he hardly noticed when Moriah had arrived and started to escort him away from the chair. As he moved away he looked behind himself, at the mirror he was walking away from and the others setup at the different stations. ‘That can’t be me.’

“You look beautiful Clara, we don’t have time for you to check yourself out every chance you get. Don’t worry, the eyeliner is semi-permanent, as is the lip dye and those eyelash extensions aren’t going anywhere.”

While the process of getting hair extensions was brutally long, more people had come to him to poke and prod, some doing things a little painful, he just sat there in sullen silence, hardly even reacting when his ears had been pierced. The girl had said something about how they should be using studs, but the customer was always right. 'Customer is always right in taste.' Cal mentally corrected, him unsure what she actually meant by he incorrect use of the saying, till he saw the large hoop earrings the girl in the mirror had been wearing. When Moriah said semi-permanent, he only really registered the second word, causing panic to rise within him. “Permanent?!”

Moriah shook her head. “You said you didn’t speak Spanish, so there can’t be a language barrier, I said semi…as in you will have to get it touched up eventually. So, I have you prepaid for two more follow up appointments and for your nails for when they need touching up. Course you are coming back tomorrow for a laser treatment to keep that ugly body hair away while you work for me.”

He was ready to argue when she had grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him off to his next and final appointment for the day in the same location. “Why… Why do I need follow-up appointments? Wait! Did you say laser isn’t that permanent?”

Moriah stopped pulling him along but didn’t let go of his wrist. “Clara.” She added a little steel to her voice, trying to not show how much she was enjoying this. Enjoying the transformation, enjoying how well he walked in her heels as she dragged him back to the store's front counter for the next appointment. “Semi, I already went over this. Now, once you start working, I can’t take you to places like this and you won't be making much money. So, it is best for me to handle that now.” She said her voice changed to something like a condescending tone, like she was talking to an idiot.

“You must be Clara! It is a pleasure to meet you!” Eun, the Asian aesthetician, said excited to start the process. The person she was going to work on already looked like a girl, her work colleagues did a good job, but now it was her turn and she was already counting the money this one person was bringing into the store that day. The phone conversation she had with the other woman here, a Ms. Abrams had her bouncing with anticipation. She had helped feminize a few boys, including the store owner's son and she had been chasing that same high ever since the feminized youth had her assist in doing the same to one of their friends. ‘Fusion hair extensions, hair dye and style, gel nail extensions with mani pedi, botox in the forehead, lip filler injections and Rim’s patented long lasting saline injections or rent a boob as Song the owner’s son called it. In all the one person was going to bring in close to seven thousand dollars with everything they had gotten done and there would be hell to pay if the feminized man didn’t tip.

“This is just temporary; this is just temporary. I will find who is stealing money and then become a multimillionaire.” Calvin told himself, now standing in front of a large mirror in a private area of Rim Beauty that felt more like a doctors office. On his chest was a pair of breasts, a pair of massive breasts that threatened to make him lose his balance, they were heavy and real. Well kind of real, the twenty something Asian girl had said this was a special saline breast job the owner's husband had created that would last up to two weeks. Over the course of two and a half hours she had inflated his chest with a saline like solution, a little at a time. They weren't even done yet and he had changed so much. It was another waiting game mixed with what felt like more ****. Calvin could only lay there as she did whatever sci fi magic she was doing, in between injecting something into his forehead and then inflating his lips.

His lips felt inflamed, as did his chest, hips and ass, something those parts of body shared with his forehead was the feeling of being too heavy and like his skin was too tight. The process for his breasts left him with temporary D cup breasts. Getting them to that point took a repeated effort from the store’s employee and he couldn’t believe girls would be so vain as to pay to enhance their chests for a few weeks. Though he knew he would be much more on board with the process and more than likely willing to pay for the procedure so long as he enjoyed the end results… just not on him. The new assets gave him an inkling of an idea why Moriah hadn’t bothered to make him try on bras when they were shopping before.

He wanted to cry, but sucked it up, pushed those feelings down like any man would. Telling himself over and over. ‘This is just temporary; I will find who is stealing the money. You can do this, pretend to be Clara and be a multimillionaire.’ A part of him wondered what would happen if he poked one of his breasts too hard with his long nails when he scratched himself. Imagining his chest springing a leak like a boat in a cartoon. The nails on his fingers, not long by most people’s standards, felt like claws to him and he wasn’t sure how women were able to do anything with them. He loved it when Moriah came home from the nail salon, any one he dated really, he wanted them to take care of themselves, look pretty, but like much of the things he was experiencing, not on him.

Just another indignity was how the girl, Eun, had practically ignored him. Only speaking to and responding to Moriah. Considering how long the process took it was infuriating. “Moriah, please tell her I have to go to the bathroom.” he said after being pushed back down on the cushioned table. Calvin hadn’t tried to get up without telling her he needed to hit the head, she was between injections as far as he could tell.

“Hon, she isn’t done yet. You are just going to have to hold it, we can’t have you being lopsided because you can’t hold your bladder.”

“We have been here forever, please I have to go.” he pleaded, feeling super anxious from being naked in front of the stores employee, and doubly so with how his body was currently looking.

The sound was music to both Eun and Moriah’s ears. While the Asian girl didn’t know the man and how he acted, the fact he was whining just made her say, “They need to stay as they are, if they have to use the bathroom I can have someone run to a store to pick up a box of diapers in their size.” she lied, knowing the sissified man could get up at any time before she moved on to the next part in the process.

Calvin’s eyes only bulged out of his head at the insanity, wishing he had gone to the bathroom before he had been dragged off to the front counter to meet this bitch. “I’m fine, I can hold it.”

“Well, if you are sure honey.” Moriah wasn't able to hide the wicked smile on her face.

When the injections were done Calvin looked over the damage, he couldn't really tell the difference between the last time he looked at his body and now, but his form had changed drastically since he saw himself in the mirror that morning. His chest was obvious, so was his hips and ass, but it took longer for him to process that he could be considered thick, a girl with a fat ass, but in the best way. ‘This can’t be real; I fell asleep and I’m having a nightmare!’ The person in the mirror wasn’t him, it was like someone took the girl he saw in the mirror before and turned the dial up on her sexual appeal. “Fuck… I feel like if I don’t get out of here, she is going to cut off my dick.” Cal motioned to the store employee with his thumb as he looked at his manhood that seemed so out of place on the beautiful girl in the mirror. “All of this can be undone or wears off or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we both know who you are and that this won't be forever. We can’t go and do that, but I did sign you up for a follow up for these appointments. The saline and whatever other chemicals will absorb into your body over time, and you may need a refill. I’m prepared for this to go on for a while, though I hope you can catch our culprit much faster than that. Oh! And remember you have an appointment here tomorrow to help with your hair problem.”

“This…” Calvin almost called it bullshit, but remembered he was supposed to enjoy this somehow. I will finish this undercover stuff quickly, you will see.” he said, slipping back into his regular voice.

It was incredible that the girl he saw in the mirror when he got dressed was a twenty-seven-year-old man, she looked hardly in her twenties and would be the target of many a man’s eye as she did practically anything. She wore a thin nylon turtleneck blouse that did nothing to conceal her massive chest, she had a black leather skirt, fifteen denier stockings and the now sadly familiar four inch heels he was borrowing. She had large hoop earrings, alluring eyes, a kissable mouth with her painted plump lips, long red fingers with a thin gold bangle on one wrist and a tiny women's watch on the other. Examining himself, it had been hard for Calvin to pull his gaze away from the mirror, but now he could see what Sidney and Moriah had been talking about before. He looked like a young Latino girl and he hated it, loathed it. Finding himself sexually attracted to himself was a level of vanity he had never experienced before. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling at all and yet, he felt the girl in the mirror, the young woman Clara was more appealing to look at than his thirty five year old girlfriend.

Getting dressed felt different than before, the clothes his girlfriend gave him to wear were ones they had bought that day, not what he came in. Calvin wasn’t exactly keen on any of the articles of clothing but sliding the dark thigh high stockings up his smooth leg cause goose bumps to appear on his flesh. None of it was something he wanted to wear, but he felt like he didn’t have much of a choice.

Pulling the curtain to the side Moriah stepped into the changing room before moving the curtain back. “My god Clara, you sure are a pretty thing aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement and one Calvin had to agree with. It was a lot to take in, not just the look but how everything felt. The clothes were tight and clingy, the shoes **** his foot to an uncomfortable position. The weight of his new darker and longer hair that seemed to have a mind of its own, the weight of the earrings and feeling them every time, he shifted his head even slightly. And then the changes to his body, the D cup chest, the expanded ass and tight pulled in stomach. He was surprised that when he touched his backside and chest it felt real, not like some water balloon.

Something finally snapped in Calvin, and he turned on his high heeled feet to look at the woman he loved and had betrayed. “Moriah.” The feminized man tried to steel himself, speaking in his normal voice. “I need to tell you something. I, I don’t want to look like this. I can’t stand having this corset on me, I want to eat something that isn’t a salad. Moriah I don’t want to look like a woman, I never did!”

He was prepared for many reactions, including her probing to find out why he went along with things, though he wasn’t sure what exactly to say to that, so at least partially prepared. He did not expect her to scoff and roll her eyes. “Clara get a hold of yourself. I don’t care if you have cold feet, or that you are second guessing if you want to explore your feminine self. This is about more than just you, can you imagine what would happen if Mega Corp offered us the deal and found out that we had someone embezzling from us. Not only would they pull the deal, but any future offers would be much worse. Ahuva Bahyeet has been cared for and run with a lot of care through the years and something like this could cause Mega Corp to pull their offer, but the business as a whole could also suffer.” She shook her head, acting as if she could not believe he was even complaining.

“Are you selfish enough that you would rather I let staff go, ruining people's lives than you be uncomfortable for a while? Calvin gets to be a hero, he gets to save the business and reap his rewards to become a millionaire. To do that all he has to do is live out his dream and be Clara and work a regular job.”

Closing his mouth Calvin pursed his lips thinking about what she just said, causing his now larger lips to form a pout. The issue was being tackled from one side and someone on the inside could really help, but him dressing up like this was ridiculous.

If he had told the truth before, maybe they could have gotten someone else they trusted to go undercover, he wasn’t sure who, but she had chosen him thinking he desired to look like a woman. ‘Fuck I almost confessed to having a prostitute in our bedroom a moment ago. Bad as that was. Moriah’s anger would be something else now that she helped… **** me to look this way. Maybe… Maybe she would accept this as punishment for what I did?’

A worse thought crossed his mind as he once more considered confessing. ‘What if I told the truth and she made me continue this as punishment. I would still be doing this, or she would be done with me. I would still be stuck but with her angry instead of helpful. What would my chest look like if she was mad!?’

“Maybe I could let you and Sid take this on for a while longer?” Moriah crossed her arms over her chest while she shook her head. “Honestly, I was talking with Sid and we think it could be someone either in receiving or in purchasing. Having you go in saves us from firing everyone in those departments, because I can’t see any other option than clearing out two departments or using you.” Moriah stepped closer and put her hand on his cheek while looking him in the eye. “I would rather trust you and your critical eye than ruin some innocent lives.” She gave him a lopsided smile thinking how it was better to mess with the life of one not so innocent man than do something like that, two birds one stone.

“Yeah… but like this?” he motioned to his now feminine looking body, his new breasts pressing against the tight white lycra turtleneck shirt.

Moriah nodded her head, still lightly touching his cheek. “It isn’t all bad is it? Haven’t you always wanted to have breasts of your own and people think of you as female?” She had him wearing gray stockings, a black three brass button wrap around skirt, a white lycra long sleeved turtleneck along with her own heels. The transformation had been so complete that she could only tell the person in front of her was Calvin because she knew what to look for.

She loved twisting this particular knife in the cheating bastard. Just waiting till she pushed him too far and he confessed the truth of why he admitted to the dress belonging to himself. What she would do in that situation she wasn’t sure.

Calvin swallowed hard and put a smile on his face. “Yeah, but this is all so sudden. Like wanting a bite of chocolate and instead being handed five pounds of it. It is just too much all at once.”

Moriah moved both hands to his shoulders and turned him around to face the mirror once more. “This is your dream, you get to be Clara Diane Bent. Look yourself over and then look me in the eye and tell me you never wanted this.”

Calvin did look himself over again and rubbed one of his stockinged legs over the other. “I am pretty, but where did you get that name?” He could see her shake her head behind him.

“Not pretty, you are beautiful Clara. I had a roommate back in college and you remind me of her. Since you remind me of her, you got her first name.” She lied making up the full story. “Diane as it is pretty and close to your middle name and Bent. Well, it is close to your last name too and looking the way you do many people will want to do just that to you.” With her feminized man looking in the mirror she slid her hand around his stomach, feeling the corset around his waist and slid her hand up to cup one of his new breasts. “Now tell me you love that you are a beautiful woman. Tell me you are my good girl. Tell me so we can go home and fuck like rabbits.”

Calvin felt his lover's other hand press firmly on his rear, giving it a firm squeeze before moving over his hip to the front of his skirt where his member was securely tucked away. “I’m… I’m your good girl, I love being a beautiful woman. Can we go home now?”

The squeeze to his rear hurt a little bit, like it would if someone poked a spot on your skin where you had a bug bite or pimple, but at the same time it was sensual, much as her touching his chest. He could feel her desire, hear it in her voice and his tucked away dick let him know how eager it was to play her game, caring little about what he had to do for it to get what it wanted.

“No, no. That sounded like Calvin talking, I need to hear Clara say it.” Moriah said gently, enjoying power she was feeling as the proud man did exactly as she said.

“I'm your…” Cal started to say before being interrupted.

“Tell me your name sweetheart, what is the name of the sexy girl I’m about to take to my bed?”

Feeling his member start to grow in size at the lovely woman’s words it played oddly in his mind, still arousing, but odd as he watched her grope the honeyed skinned girl in the mirror. “I’m Clara… Clara Diane Bent, I’m a good girl and I love being a sexy woman.”

When the grip around the man lightened, he started to head for the exit, wanting to be done with this place that had mutilated his body, but as Calvin walked by the beautiful Jewish woman that used to be his wife he felt a firm slap on his ass that caused him to freeze in place. “OW!”

“Move that sweet ass faster Clara, or only one of us will be getting off.” He minced as fast as he could in the borrowed high heels, feeling his changed body move in ways he wasn’t sure how to process. From his new long hair, the large dangling hoop earrings, the D cup breasts that he should not have and the inflated ass all move and sway with each of his steps. While disconcerting none of that was important to him at that second, he had a goal and a destination.