old acquaintance

While the bus rattled along the bumpy roads and the morning sun slowly rose higher, Tessa leaned back in her seat and folded her arms behind her head. She looked as if she had all the time in the world, while Alex stared nervously out the window, his thoughts still stuck on the previous night’s events.

“So, what’s happening after school today?” Tessa asked suddenly, turning to him. “Yesterday you kinda bailed on me. Do you have time to game a bit today? You still owe me a few good game ideas.”

Alex turned his head toward her, and an unpleasant feeling spread in his chest. He remembered how he had turned down her invitation the day before because he’d been busy dealing with the blackmailer’s madness. She’d been nice, had offered him her time—and he’d just brushed her off. Now he felt guilty.

“Uh… yeah, sure,” he finally replied hesitantly. “Why not?”

Tessa grinned contentedly. “Good, I was starting to think you’d try to wriggle out of it again. I’ve got a few things you just have to try. It’ll be hell, but it’s gonna be great.”

Alex **** a smile. “I’m looking forward to it,” he said, although he secretly hoped the blackmailer wouldn’t have any new instructions or demands for that evening.

“What if something comes up again?” he thought nervously. The idea made his stomach clench. But he knew he didn’t want to disappoint Tessa this time. It was the least he could do, given the chaos his life was in.

“But only if you don’t have any other plans, Princess,” Tessa added with a cheeky grin and nudged him lightly with her elbow.

“No other plans,” Alex lied. “I’ve got nothing.”

In reality, it felt like a ticking time bomb. But maybe, just maybe, the evening would go normally—or at least as normal as possible in his current life.

As Alex walked down the hallway, he tried to appear as calm as possible, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. The day before had taught him that he never knew what might be waiting for him when he opened his locker. The thought that the blackmailer might have left him another embarrassing message or yet another photo made him rub his hands nervously.

Taking a deep breath, he finally stopped in front of his locker. “Please, please let there be nothing inside,” he thought, carefully turning the combination lock. As the door swung open, he felt a huge weight lift from his heart. There was nothing out of the ordinary—just his books and the usual stuff he needed for the day. No pink envelopes, no threats. “At least something,” he murmured in relief.

He took out his books and closed the locker again. But when he turned around, he noticed some of his classmates staring at him with puzzled expressions. A few whispered quietly, and Alex instantly knew why. The sweet scent of lavender and vanilla that had been clinging to him all morning was impossible to ignore.

“What’s that smell?” he heard someone murmur as a group of girls passed by. “Does he smell like… flowers?”

Alex clenched his teeth, feeling his cheeks grow hot. He wanted to ignore the comment, but the insecurity gnawed at him. “How long is this damned scent going to last?” he thought, frustrated.

Just then Tessa appeared beside him out of nowhere. She wore her typical crooked grin and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, have you already gained a fragrance fan club?” she asked with mock seriousness.

Before Alex could reply, she turned to the people nearby who were still whispering. “Hey, leave him alone,” she said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Alex just wanted to show that he can smell better than the rest of you. And you know what? He’s right.”

The girls exchanged uncertain looks, and a few other students chuckled softly. Tessa pushed Alex toward the classroom, grinning. “Don’t worry, I saved your reputation. Now they just think you’re a bit weird—like me. You can live with that, right?”

Alex managed a **** smile but felt a wave of relief. Thanks to Tessa’s easygoing manner, nobody would dig deeper. At least not today. “Thanks,” he mumbled quietly.

“No problem, scented candle,” Tessa teased. “But I’m warning you: if you smell like flowers again tomorrow, I’ll officially make you the school mascot.” She laughed, and Alex couldn’t help but respond with a genuine smile.

Sometimes Tessa reminded him that not everything in his life had to be a nightmare.

When class began, Alex sat in the middle row as usual, hoping he wouldn’t attract too much attention. But within the first few minutes, he realized his plan was failing. The sweet lavender-vanilla aroma clinging to him like an invisible cloud was impossible to ignore. Here and there, he heard whispers and the occasional giggle as classmates glanced his way curiously.

Mrs. Avas, who was handing out the day’s worksheets, stopped briefly at his desk. She leaned down so only he could hear her and whispered, “That’s quite an interesting scent today, Alex. Good taste. To be honest, you smell better than many of the girls in this class.” She winked at him before standing up straight and moving on to the next student.

Alex felt his face heat up, his cheeks burning with shame. To make things worse, Isabella, who sat two rows behind him, had obviously heard every word. She put her hand over her mouth and giggled loudly enough for some of her friends to notice, and they joined in. The giggling spread through the room like a virus.

Alex stared straight down at the worksheet in front of him, trying to ignore the comments and the quiet laughter around him. “Just focus,” he thought desperately. “This will pass.”

But just as he began to calm down, his phone buzzed in his pocket. His heart skipped a beat. “Not now,” he thought in panic. He knew exactly what it meant: another message from the blackmailer. Another order. Another nightmare.

He didn’t dare pull the phone out. Not here, where everyone was watching him. But just knowing the message was there made him tremble. It felt as though a noose was tightening around his neck.

Isabella threw him a curious look, apparently noticing his stiff posture, and her grin grew even wider. She seemed thoroughly amused, without knowing why Alex was so tense.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” Alex thought, trying to refocus on the lesson. But the buzzing message felt like a fire burning in his pocket—and in his mind.

By the time the first class was finally over, Alex felt wrung out. The constant pressure, the remarks about his scent, and the buzzing phone in his pocket had worn him down. When break began, he grabbed his tray in the cafeteria, sat down at a secluded table, and took out his phone. He had ****—he had to read the message.

The glaring pink interface of the chat immediately caught his eye, and his stomach twisted as he clicked on the new message. The text was, as always, in a flowery font decorated with cutesy emojis, but the content was anything but cute.

“Hello, Princess! :)

I hope you’re enjoying your day as much as I am. Time for a new task:

You will go to the mall after school today. I’ve arranged an appointment for you in a salon there. They know you’re coming, and everything is ready—naturally with your money. ;)

Write me as soon as you’re done so you can get your next instructions.

Oh, and here’s a little motivation: check out the video I’ve attached. A nice reminder of your lovely morning. :)”

Alex’s fingers shook as he opened the attachment. Immediately, the edited video started playing. It showed him sitting in front of his webcam, naked, smiling, following the blackmailer’s instructions. The pink framing and the words “Good Sissy” and “Princess Time” made it even more absurd and humiliating.

He stared at the display, unable to look away. His cheeks burned with shame, and he felt nauseous. The video was explicit—and if it were released, he’d be ruined. Not just at school, but everywhere. His hands balled into fists, and he felt the urge to hurl his phone against the wall.

But he knew that wouldn’t change anything. The blackmailer held all the cards, and Alex had **** but to play along. “The mall,” he thought resignedly. “I have to go through with it or it’ll only get worse.”

Taking a deep breath, he put his phone back in his pocket and stared at his barely touched food. He’d lost his appetite long ago. Instead, he tried to figure out how he could sneak off to the salon and carry out this absurd task without anyone noticing what was really going on.

Alex pulled out his phone, intending to open his banking app to check how much the blackmailer had already charged to his account. The thought that someone controlled not just his most intimate moments but also his finances made his blood boil. But before he could load the balance, he heard Tessa’s familiar voice behind him.

“Hey, Alex! Ready for tonight? I’ve got a few games in mind that we absolutely have to try,” she said with a big grin, plopping down on the chair across from him.

Alex blinked in surprise and quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket. He **** a smile, though his mind was still stuck on the blackmailer’s instructions. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’m curious to see what you’ve got,” he said, his voice a bit strained.

“Finally! I thought you’d try to dodge me again,” Tessa replied, taking a bite of the apple she was holding. “So, are you more in the mood for action or something story-based? Or…” She trailed off when a shrill voice suddenly interrupted her.

“Oh, there you are, Tessa,” Isabella said, appearing with a group of her friends. She radiated an over-the-top confidence, and her friends were already giggling as if they’d rehearsed this scene. “Mom said she really wants to talk to you this afternoon. Something about those weird art projects you’re always doing.”

Tessa rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Great, can’t wait.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but Isabella ignored her.

Instead, Isabella focused on Alex. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and a mocking smile played around her lips. “Oh, and Alex,” she began sweetly, “you know, I was just thinking, maybe you should try out a more modern shampoo. Victoria’s Secret has a sale right now. Lavender and vanilla are a bit… dated, don’t you think?”

Her friends burst out laughing, and Alex felt heat rising in his face. The sugary scent still hovering around him felt like an invisible banner announcing his embarrassment to everyone.

Tessa, on the other hand, was entirely unfazed. She leaned back, folded her arms across her chest, and gave Isabella a look somewhere between annoyance and amusement. “Wow, Isabella,” she said dryly, “yet another brilliant contribution to humanity. Maybe someday you’ll manage to have a real conversation.”

Isabella raised her eyebrows and let out a **** laugh. “Oh, Tessa. You’re just so… charming.” With that, she turned and strutted off with her group, still giggling among themselves.

Tessa turned back to Alex, who was still bright red. “Don’t let her get to you,” she finally said, pushing the rest of her apple toward him. “She’s just jealous because you smell better than she does.” She gave him a crooked grin.

Alex **** a laugh, though he didn’t feel like it. Deep down, he felt like a wreck. “A modern shampoo… maybe I really should give that a try,” he thought cynically. But deep down he knew the problem went far deeper—and that the blackmailer had put him in a situation he couldn’t escape on his own.

Tessa propped her chin on her hand and studied Alex while she chewed thoughtfully on her apple. “You know, I was just thinking it might get late tonight after all,” she said casually. “My mom will probably bug me about this art project forever, so go ahead and start without me if I’m not there on time.”

Alex felt a wave of relief. “Perfect,” he thought. That would at least give him some time to deal with the blackmailer’s demands before focusing on Tessa again. “Sure,” he said with a nod. “No problem. I’ll just wait until you’re free.”

Tessa pushed her phone toward him. On the screen, a simple note-taking app was open, and she typed in her in-game name. “Here, that’s my name in most games. Add me already, then we’ll see later if you can actually play or if you’re just trying to distract me so I won’t realize how bad you are.” Her crooked grin showed she was teasing him.

Alex took the phone and memorized her username: “T3ssQueen95.” It suited her—cheeky, a bit challenging, yet somehow laid-back. “Alright,” he said, handing the phone back. “I’ll add you, and then we’ll see who’s really bad at this.”

Tessa laughed and playfully flicked an apple core at him before standing up. “Later, scented candle,” she called over her shoulder as she headed for the cafeteria exit.

Alex stayed behind, staring at his phone, feeling his nerves acting up again. “Now or never,” he thought, opening his banking app to see how much the blackmailer had already taken.

Alex stared at his phone, and his heart skipped a beat. Three hundred dollars. That was how much the blackmailer had withdrawn from his account. His breathing quickened as he looked over the transaction details. The withdrawal was labeled with the name of the salon, and he immediately realized that this must be the cost of his “appointment.”

“Three hundred dollars?” he muttered in disbelief. A normal haircut usually cost him maybe twenty at most. The idea that the blackmailer controlled not just his actions but also his finances constricted his throat. But the longer he thought about it, the more something else dawned on him: When was the last time I actually went to the barber?

It had been months, maybe even over a year. His hair was long out of shape, and he’d kept putting it off because other things seemed more important—or he’d just been too lazy to bother. He sighed, wondering if this might be one positive in all this absurdity. “At least maybe my hair will look decent again afterward.”

But that didn’t really soothe him. Three hundred dollars? That was just ridiculous. Even if it was some exclusive cut the blackmailer had set up, it felt like another slap in the face—a reminder that he was no longer in control of anything.

His stomach churning, he closed the banking app and put his phone away. “I have to get this over with,” he thought. “The sooner I get this appointment done, the sooner I can start looking for a way out.”

Taking one last deep breath, he gathered his things and headed off to his next class. But he couldn’t shake the thought of those three hundred dollars and the salon visit.

The rest of the day’s classes dragged on painfully slowly, and Alex could barely concentrate. Every glance at the clock felt like time was moving in slow motion. The upcoming salon visit loomed over him, and the fact that the blackmailer had so casually drained three hundred dollars from his account only made it worse.

In history class, he tried to follow Mrs. Ava’s lecture, but the words blurred before his eyes. He gazed out the window instead, where the sunlight flickered through the tree branches. “What will he want from me next?” he wondered. The blackmailer seemed not only to be a master of control but also of humiliation. Alex’s stomach twisted again.

Next to him sat Tessa, who was taking notes but occasionally shot him a sidelong glance. “Everything okay?” she whispered at one point. Alex just nodded and **** a strained smile. He didn’t want to involve her more than necessary. The less she knew, the better.

Minutes crawled by, and each bell signaling the end of a class felt like a small mercy, only to be followed by the next round of torment. Alex doodled on his notes to distract himself, but it was useless. His mind was a tangled mess of questions and worries.

“Why me?” he asked himself for the hundredth time. “How do I escape this madness?”

When the final class eventually ended and the bell rang through the room, Alex exhaled deeply. But instead of feeling relieved, he was only confronted with the cold certainty that his next step was unavoidable: the salon. With a heavy feeling in his chest, he packed up his belongings and braced himself to follow the blackmailer’s absurd order.

Alex sat alone on the bus, thoughts spinning endlessly about the salon appointment. Normally Tessa would ride with him, distracting him with her humor and maybe even cheering him up a bit. But today she was still with Mrs. Ava for some conversation. Without her, the ride felt never-ending. Each mile seemed to pull him deeper into uncertainty.

“Three hundred dollars for what?” he asked himself again and again. He shook his head, staring blankly out the window at the passing city. He’d hoped the salon would at least look normal, but the more he thought about it, the less likely that seemed. “It would be too easy if it were just a regular haircut.”

When the bus finally reached his stop, he got off and looked around. He followed the address the blackmailer had sent him, feeling his heart beat faster with every step. When he turned the last corner, he suddenly froze—and his breath caught in his throat.

In front of him stood a salon that looked like it was ripped straight out of a little girl’s nightmare. The front was painted in vibrant pink, with ornate white window frames and a huge, glittery sign bearing its name: “LaraLynn’s Beauty Dream.” A large signboard next to the door showed smiling women in Lolita-style dresses, complete with huge bows in their hair and elaborate makeup. Some of the models even wore lace gloves and parasols, as if they’d just stepped out of a dollhouse.

Alex stared at the salon, unable to believe his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding,” he thought. His head pounded, and heat rushed to his face. He wanted to turn around, to run away, but the image of the edited video the blackmailer had sent flashed through his mind.

“I have ****,” he muttered to himself, forcing his feet to move. Slowly, almost mechanically, he walked up to the door. With every step, he felt smaller, more ****—as though he were entering a world that would completely devour any last shred of pride he had left.

A soft bell rang as the door opened, and a wave of floral and vanilla perfume wafted toward him. “Of course,” he thought bitterly. “Why not that, too?”

Alex stepped inside, and his stomach twisted immediately. The salon was worse than he could have ever imagined—a pink nightmare come to life. The walls were covered in gaudy pink-and-white wallpaper decorated with hearts, bows, and tiny gold crowns. Everywhere there were strings of twinkling lights and crystal chandeliers, bathing the space in a glaringly girly glow.

In the corner, there was a glittering set of furniture that looked like it belonged in a doll’s house, each piece piled with ruffled cushions and lace. On the shelves stood countless small perfume bottles, pastel-colored nail polishes that shimmered, and wide-eyed figurines staring silently back at him.

The floor was covered in a fluffy pink carpet, and all around were mirrors in gilded frames adorned with more bows and fake diamonds. It was as if someone had taken every girly cliché and crammed it into one room.

Alex swallowed hard. “No boy would ever come here voluntarily,” he thought, feeling the shame rise within him. He wanted to turn around, slam the door behind him, and disappear, but his legs felt like lead.

Then he heard footsteps. A single employee emerged from the back of the salon and approached him. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized her: Jessica, the saleswoman from the department store’s electronics section. She looked just like she had the day before—with her striking makeup, perfect hair, and glittering nails. But this time, she also wore a pink latex apron adorned with small white bows that sparkled under the salon’s bright lights.

“There you are, sweetie,” she said with a broad grin, her voice as sickly-sweet as it was mocking. She sized him up from head to toe, her lacquered fingernails tapping rhythmically against the pink plastic folder she was holding. “You could’ve told me yesterday that you have a master. Then I would’ve known what to expect right away.”

Alex felt the heat rush to his face. His throat was tight, and he didn’t know how to respond. Jessica didn’t take her eyes off him for a second, as though she was analyzing and savoring his every movement.

“Come on,” she said finally, clapping her hands. “You’re here, so let’s get started. Your master gave very clear instructions, sweetie.”

Alex stood frozen. “This is a nightmare,” he thought. “A goddamn nightmare.”

His voice trembled when he finally managed to speak. “W-what are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes darting nervously between Jessica and the pink nightmare of the salon. “And how do you know… about him? About this ‘master’?”

Jessica smiled widely and leaned against one of the sparkling mirrors with playful elegance. Her shiny pink apron squeaked slightly as she moved, and her lacquered nails tapped rhythmically against the plastic folder she was holding. “Oh, sweetie, so many questions,” she said in an exaggeratedly amused tone. “I work here. You must’ve noticed, right? Look around—this place suits me perfectly, don’t you think?” She let her hand glide through the air as if showing off the entire room. “I have to finance my fantastic appearance somehow, don’t I? And believe me, looking this good isn’t cheap.”

Alex felt his breath catch. Everything about this situation screamed that something was wrong, yet Jessica seemed completely unfazed by his confusion.

“And about your master,” she continued, her smile growing even wider, “he wrote to me. With some very specific instructions. And oh boy, I just couldn’t resist once I saw how generous he is with your money.” She winked at him as if it were all a harmless joke.

Alex swallowed hard. The words “your master” echoed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered what was installed on his phone: the program that gave the blackmailer access to everything. His stomach clenched, and a wave of shame and fear swept over him. “Of course she knows about him,” he thought bitterly. “He probably sent her every detail.”

Jessica seemed to read his thoughts. Her gaze sharpened, and her playful smile turned into something… dominant. “But enough talk, sweetie,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument. She clapped her hands and pointed to a door at the back of the salon. “Head to the back. Now.”

Alex didn’t move. “W-what?” he stammered, even though he already knew the answer.

Jessica stepped closer, and her eyes left no doubt that she was serious. “Your master gave clear instructions. Go back there and strip, sweetie. Right away.”

Alex’s heart was racing, and his hands were shaking. Everything inside him screamed to run away. But he knew he had ****. The thought of the videos the blackmailer had—and what would happen if he didn’t obey—made him nod in **** submission.

“Good,” Jessica said with a satisfied smile, turning around, her high heels clicking on the shiny floor as she walked toward the door. “Get ready, sweetie. We have a lot of work to do.”

Alex stepped nervously into the back room of the salon, which was just as pink and kitschy as the front area. A large mirror on the wall was decorated with glittering hearts, and in the middle of the room stood a padded table that looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and a makeup station—naturally in pink and white. The lighting was harsh, amplifying every ounce of insecurity Alex felt.

Jessica leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed as she watched him closely. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and mocking amusement as Alex slowly began to undress. His hands trembled slightly as he took off his jacket first, then his shirt. It was as if every movement exposed more of him—not just physically, but emotionally.

Jessica let out a quiet giggle when he finally unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. “Well, you certainly like to make it suspenseful,” she said with a smile that was half-amused, half-challenging. “I hope you don’t take as long waiting for your master’s instructions.”

Alex gritted his teeth and finally pulled down his boxer shorts, keeping his gaze on the floor. The room’s coldness crept over his skin, and he felt the flush of embarrassment on his face. Now he stood completely naked in front of Jessica, who watched him like a predator sizing up its prey.

Her eyes traveled slowly across his body, and Alex felt the weight of each glance on his skin. He didn’t have a lot of hair on his chest or legs, but his groin area was different. It was dense and unkempt, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had bothered to groom it. It had never mattered to him—until now.

Jessica raised an eyebrow and let out an amused “Oh?” when she noticed the hair. “That’s… interesting,” she said with a playful smile. “I didn’t think someone like you would be so untidy. But don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll take care of that.”

Alex swallowed hard and remained silent. His hands balled into nervous fists as he tried to hide his shame.

Jessica stepped closer and pointed with one of her perfectly manicured hands at the table in the middle of the room. “Lie down,” she said, her voice suddenly firmer, more determined. “We don’t want to waste any time, do we?”

Alex nodded reluctantly and walked over to the table. His heart pounding, he slowly lay down, the cold padding sticking uncomfortably to his skin. Jessica stood beside him, a crooked smile on her lips, and reached for a pink box on a small table next to him.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a mix of amusement and something akin to anticipation. “I promise you’ll feel like a whole new person when we’re done.”

Jessica reached into the pink box, deliberately moving slowly and dramatically. Alex couldn’t see the box’s contents, but the sound of plastic clinking against metal made his pulse quicken. His hands clutched the edges of the table restlessly, his breathing grew rapid.

“Well, well,” Jessica said playfully, turning to him. In her hands, she held a sleep mask in a glaring shade of pink, decorated with sparkling rhinestones. “No need to panic, sweetie. This is just to make sure the surprise stays perfect.”

Alex furrowed his brow and shook his head vigorously. “What? No, I—I don’t want—” he began, but Jessica cut him off by bringing the mask closer to his face.

“Shhh,” she said in a sweet but firm tone. “Trust me. Your master gave clear instructions, and I’m following them to the letter. Besides…” Her voice grew deeper, almost threatening. “You surely don’t want me telling him that you’re not cooperating, do you?”

Alex felt his stomach turn. His first instinct was to resist, but the thought of the blackmailer and those videos stopped him. Jessica noticed his hesitation and took advantage of it, playfully placing the mask over his face. “That’s better, sweetie,” she said with a broad smile he could no longer see.

Blind and with a pounding heart, Alex lay there, unsure of what would happen next. His hands gripped the edge of the table, and his mind raced. “What is she doing? What does she have planned?” he wondered as the darkness of the mask cut him off from everything.

Alex began to sit up, but Jessica gently, yet firmly, placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the table. “Stay put,” she said, this time with a distinctly dominant tone. “I promise, it won’t hurt you. Trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“I… I don’t know,” Alex murmured, his voice trembling.

Jessica laughed softly and leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. “Oh, you’re just making it worse by being so nervous,” she whispered. “Just stay relaxed and let me do my work. Believe me, this is for your own good.”

Alex felt his muscles tense up, but he knew resistance was futile. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself, but the darkness under the mask and Jessica’s playful dominance kept him on high alert.

Jessica clapped her hands. “That’s better,” she said, satisfied. “Just stay very still, sweetie. It’s time for a little… makeover.”

Alex lay tense on the table, blinded by the sleep mask, as Jessica began her work. He felt something warm being applied to his skin—first to his face, then slowly across his upper body. The warmth soothed him momentarily, until she suddenly yanked off the wax with a quick pull. A sharp pain shot through him, and he jerked in surprise.

“Ah! What… what are you doing?” he asked, panicking.

Jessica laughed softly, almost mockingly. “I’m making you nice and smooth, sweetie. Your master has very specific ideas about how you should look, and believe me, I’m very thorough.”

Alex wanted to protest, but before he could say anything, she applied wax to a different spot and ripped it off again. The pain was brief but intense, and Alex gritted his teeth as she systematically removed hair from his entire body—arms, chest, legs—leaving no area untouched. Jessica worked intently, her playful commentary only adding to his humiliation.

“You’re almost done,” she said with a smile Alex could hear in her voice. “But we mustn’t forget anything. Your master expects perfection.”

When she finally stopped removing the wax, Alex exhaled in relief. But before he could relax, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound. His heart missed a beat as he realized what it was: an electric razor.

“W-what are you doing now?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear.

Jessica took her time answering. The hum of the razor grew closer, and Alex felt her gently push his legs apart. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie,” she said mockingly. “We just need to take care of your little secret. It’d be a pity if we forgot that, wouldn’t it?”

Alex felt the heat rise to his face. His hands clutched the sides of the table as he heard Jessica begin to work on his groin area with the razor. The soft hum of the razor was strangely soothing yet humiliating.

“Oh, look at that,” she said suddenly in an exaggeratedly sweet tone. “There’s my little girl! You were hiding so well, but now we can finally see you.”

Alex clenched his teeth, his shame immeasurable. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. Jessica laughed softly, as though she had expected precisely that.

“Almost done,” she said, setting the razor aside. Alex hoped that meant it was finally over, but he felt her apply something cold and gooey to his groin. The smell was odd—a mix of herbs and something sweet he couldn’t place.

“This is just a little treatment,” Jessica explained as she massaged the paste in carefully. “To keep everything nice and soft. You want your master to be proud of you, don’t you?”

Alex felt like a helpless observer of his own body. The sleep mask robbed him of control, and Jessica’s mocking yet precise movements made him feel like an object in her care. “When will this finally end?” he wondered desperately as Jessica murmured that she was finished.

Alex lay motionless on the table, his skin stinging slightly from the waxing, and the odd smell of the paste in his groin lingered in his nose. But before he could cling to the hope that it was all over, he heard Jessica open another container. A sudden burst of flowers and cotton candy flooded his senses.

“Well, well, we’re not quite finished yet, sweetie,” Jessica said, half teasing, half commanding. “You want your master to be proud of you, right? That includes the right kind of care.”

Alex wanted to object, but the sleep mask and the humiliation he’d already endured stopped him. Instead, he flinched slightly as Jessica applied a cool lotion to his skin. She started with his arms and slowly worked her way up—chest, stomach, legs. Her movements were meticulous and methodical, and the lotion’s scent grew more intense with every moment.

“This one prolongs the effects of waxing,” she said casually, applying yet another product that smelled of vanilla and roses. “We want to keep you baby-smooth. And smelling as sweet as a little princess.”

Alex pressed his lips together, overwhelmed by the cloying scent. It was so intense and sugary that he felt as if it were clinging not just to his skin but sinking into every fiber of his being.

Jessica seemed to notice his inner struggle and laughed softly. “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. Nothing’s worse than smelling dull. But you? You smell so sweet now that every bee around would line up for you.” She leaned closer and whispered in a teasing tone, “Or maybe someone else would.”

Alex felt his face grow hot yet again. The thought of this lingering scent following him everywhere nearly drove him to despair. But Jessica continued unperturbed, applying one last lotion that made him shiver anew. She worked swiftly and expertly, occasionally throwing in little comments.

“This will really impress your master,” she said as she massaged the lotion onto his back. “Smooth, soft, and sweet like cotton candy. Oh, Alex, you make it so easy to like you.” Her tone was sarcastic, but the dominant edge was unmistakable.

Finally, she took a step back, eyeing her work with satisfaction. “All right,” she said. “Now you’re perfectly prepped. You can take off the sleep mask.”

Alex hesitated, then slowly lifted the mask. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw Jessica standing in front of him, hands on her hips, wearing a smug grin.

“So, sweetie,” she said, letting her gaze wander over him, “ready to conquer the world with your new look and your wonderful scent?”

Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at the mirror in front of the table. His entire body glistened from the lotions; his skin was flawlessly smooth, and his scent was so overwhelmingly sweet that he felt like he was wrapped in cotton candy. But none of that compared to the shock that struck him when his gaze fell to his crotch.

Where there had once been a wild, unruly patch of hair, there was now a perfectly shaped pink heart, shaved with eerie precision. It was clear Jessica had taken special care with this “artwork.” The skin around the heart was flawlessly smooth, and the pink paste she had used shimmered slightly in the salon’s bright light.

Alex felt the blood rush to his face. He wanted to look away, but his eyes remained fixed on the grotesque image. “This… can’t be real,” he thought in panic. His throat felt dry, and his hands shook slightly as he sat on the table, unable to move.

Jessica, who had been watching all this, couldn’t hide a broad grin. She moved closer to the mirror and tapped a glittery fingernail on the reflection. “Well, what do you think, sweetie? I think it suits you perfectly,” she said mockingly, her voice full of amusement. “Your master told me you needed something unique. I think I’ve delivered on that.”

Alex struggled for words, but all that came out was a hoarse “Why…?”

Jessica tilted her head as though pondering the question, then shrugged. “Why not?” she said. “Your master wants you to adapt. And honestly, this…” She gestured at the heart. “…is an upgrade. No need to be ashamed, sweetie.”

Alex shook his head vigorously, tears of humiliation stinging his eyes. “This… this isn’t normal!” he finally shouted, his voice quivering. “This is a nightmare!”

Jessica raised an eyebrow and stepped closer, her dominance reasserting itself. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm but not painful. “Listen, sweetie,” she said, her voice a shade cooler. “You’re here because your master wanted you here. And if he’s satisfied with your new look, then you should be too. Or do you want me to tell him how ungrateful you are?”

Alex swallowed hard, unable to reply. Jessica released him and took a step back, her posture relaxed, as if this were all just a harmless game. “Now get dressed and go home,” she said finally. “Your master is probably waiting to hear from you.”

Alex stood up slowly, still reeling from what he’d seen in the mirror. His heart pounded in his chest as he hurriedly gathered his clothes and got dressed. “This is a nightmare,” he thought again. “But I have to get through it somehow.”

Jessica waved playfully as he left the room. “See you next time, sweetie. And remember: stay nice and smooth, and sweet.”

essica stood in the salon’s doorway, leaning casually against the frame as she watched Alex leave. Her eyes gleamed with amusement, mixed with a clear hint of excitement. Her perfectly painted lips curved into a broad grin as she thought of how uncertain and humiliated Alex had looked during every moment of her “treatment.”

She ran a hand through her flawlessly styled hair, letting out a soft giggle. “Sweet boy,” she thought. “So easy to mold, and already so well-trained.” Her gaze flicked downward briefly, where the tightness of her pink latex apron concealed a bulge that was hard to miss. Her own body had reacted more intensely to the entire game than she would ever admit. The thought that Alex was so helpless yet obedient had almost driven her insane.

Jessica bit her lip slightly to suppress her growing arousal, her eyes sparking with anticipation. “If the master keeps his word,” she thought, “this is only the beginning.” She recalled the messages she had received from him before Alex came in. The master had made it very clear that she was part of a bigger plan—and that she would play a special role.

“You’ll have your fun,” he had written, and those words alone had occupied her thoughts for hours. Now that she’d seen Alex in person, she could hardly wait to find out what would happen next. She knew the master was powerful, and when he said Alex would soon be pushed even further into his role, she believed every word.

Jessica felt her fingers drumming lightly against the doorframe once more as she glanced out to the street, where Alex was disappearing into the distance. “Oh, Alex,” she murmured softly to herself, her voice thick with anticipation. “You have no idea how much fun we’re still going to have together.”

She stepped back inside the salon, closed the door behind her, and smiled to herself in satisfaction. The next steps would be exciting—for her, for the master, and most of all for Alex.