Punishment 4

Ben awoke with a groan. “Uh...where...am I?”

“Good morning again, little bro. Sorry about that. I had to have you take a little nap.”

We where both in my car. I was driving with Ben in the seat next to me. “Where are we going?” He looked down and noticed that he was still in nothing but his Penguin Boxers. “My Clothes.”

“Don't worry, you will get some new ones soon enough. Just enjoy the ride for a little while longer. Here drink this, i need you to stay hydrated.” I tossed Ben a bottle of fruit juice.

It didn't take long for us to arrive at our destination. Ben looked up at the building in confusion “This is...”

“Well, lets go...”

“W-wait, i'm not dressed!”

“Irrelevant, follow me.”

And so he did and we both entered the beauty parlor.

Naturally people started to notice the half naked boy. This was the first time Ben had so many eyes on him while in his underwear. He blushed appropriately while trying to hide as much skin as possible.

“Excuse us...ah Rina dear!” A beautiful and very fashionable young lady welcomed us.

“Chantal, good to see you.”

Chantal wasted no time in mustering Ben. “Is this your younger brother you spoke of?”

“So he is, what do you think?”

Chantal nodded a few times. “I can work with this. Look at this black raven hair. I know you wanted it pink, but I must protest. We will do extensions but keep the color natural. He has very nice skin as well. Of course we shall do some waxing.”

“Extensions? W-waxing?” Ben gaped confused.

“I know it sounds painful, but just bear it. That's the only way to get what you want.”

“What I want.....?”

“Of course, Silly. Why don't you tell Chantal yourself?”

And on prompt Ben did a pirouette followed by a curtsy(which really doesn't work In underwear) In a bright cheery voice he announced: “I want to be a pretty princess!”

The following hours proved to be quite eventful. After an extensive bath, Ben was scrubbed down, thoroughly cleaned and waxed (he did scream) His Nails where trimmed, his hair arranged and finally some make up and perfume was applied for the finishing touches.

During all of this Ben could do very little to resist. Naturally he had to obey any direction given to him, not only that but he had to act like he enjoyed it. Of course nonetheless he was fully aware of what was going on.

“What do you think?”, asked Chantal finally. “I would usually show him a mirror by now, but you insisted....”

“Oh its perfect” I said. “But its not quite finished and I don't want to spoil the fun for Ben, So..thanks for everything. Ben say thank you.”

“Thank you.” Surprised, Ben clasped his mouth. No wonder, the voice that came out of it was really girly. And not just the falsetto you usually hear when guys try to talk like girls.

“I see the voice changer works perfect.” Chantal acknowledged.

“V-voice changer?” Ben sounded horrified and extremely cute. “When did you even?”

“It required surgery only a few years ago”, explained Chantal. “But now some stimulants can do the trick. Basically they manipulate your voice cords. Its brand new technology.”

“And brand expensive” I complained. “I hope you appreciate this, Ben. Now come on, we have a schedule to keep.” Ben was allowed to wear a bathrobe for this, although it really wasn't needed. Our next destination was fairly near and we could get to it trough a corridor connected to the beauty parlor.

“How do you feel, princess?”, I asked.

“I'm not a princess” Ben pouted in this adorable voice of his. “But i guess you are going to dress me up as one?”

“Sharp, but not quite...ah we are here.”

We entered a changing room.

“Just in time.” A stylish man wasted no time greeting us. “Oh, is that you Ben? Fabulous really. I can barely recognize you!

“Wa...what is going on?”

“I told you about his circumstances, Rodrigo.”

Rodrigo nodded. “Ah, yes of course, I was highly skeptical at first but the videos where divine. No come come, we need to get you into costume!”

“Costume?”

A bunch of female staff member swarmed Ben, he was relieved from his bathrobe and put in something very pink. The moment the transformation was complete, a giant mirror was pulled in front of him. I could tell that Ben was completely shocked. Obviously. That person in the mirror was a cute girl with long black hair wearing an extremely frilly pink ballerina dress.

Since Ben was speechless, I took over for him. “What do you think? Pretty good right? You even get to show off your belly button like this poke and still absolutely no one would think you are a guy.”

“Five minutes to show, everyone get ready!” Rodrigo screamed which got Ben out of his Reverie.

“S-show, what show?”

“Your show of course, you are going to star in today's musical Arc en ciel.” I pushed Ben out of the changing room and backstage. “From what I heard we are fully booked. I peaked behind the curtain and oh yes. Hundreds of people. I also invited all your friends and classmates. Even Evan took a day out of his busy schedule.”

“W-w—wa----” Ben was too confused to even be embarrassed anymore.

“Three minutes!”

I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear. “You will dance in front of a huge audience, dressed as a cute, little, blushing ballerina.”

Ben could only stammer unintelligible gibberish. His mind was clearly overloaded. I handed him another juice box. "Here get some water in you, you are gonna need it."

“One Minute”

“Not much time left, take some deep breaths now.”

“I can't I can't!”

“10 seconds!”

Well looks like his speech returned, that's good enough for me.

“Knock em ****, little brother!” I gave him a push and Ben stumbled unto the stage.

The huge audience was **** silent. Ben stood in the middle of the stage while two spotlights shined on him.

The Music started.(Tchaikovsky - The Nutcracker Suite, Op 71a)

And so he started dancing.

Ben twirled around with spectacular accuracy. It was a solo performance (because of course it was) but this took nothing to detract from the magnificence. Of course learning something so fantastic in a week was utterly impossible, luckily there was a little trick to it.

I switched my viewpoint and watched from the audience. I pondered a long time if I should let Ben keep his expression or **** him to smile. I ultimately decided to go with the later as to not spoil the dance. This also had the positive side effects of preventing tears. I'm weak against those because i'm such a nice person.

After about 20 Minutes the performance finally ended with one colossal Pirouette as “Waltz of the flowers” faded and got replaced by thunderous applause.

Ben bowed and wanted clearly nothing more to leave the stage but I had other plans. A stagehand handed Ben a micro and he began talking against his will.

“Thank you so much for coming tonight watching my performance! It may be hard to believe but I want to confirm to you all that I am indeed male. My name is Benjamin Franklin. I am a college student at Millers high. My favorite meal are fries with chicken nuggets and my three sizes are...”

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“The stream on youtube had millions of views. Advertising it as Boy Ballerina really did the trick. Some of the comments piss me off tough. They claim this is fake and you aren't really a guy at all. Whatever. Haters gonna Hate. Congratulation Ben, you are star now.”

Ben leaned back in his chair, and had a very glassy look on his face. If anyone had to take a guess It would either be because of some very hard **** or the best orgasm of his lifetime.

“How does it feel, Ben?“ I grinned and lend forward a bit. “To know so many people just watched you? This probably transcends embarrassment right? I mean you don't even look red just...well kinda very happy. Hey how many fingers am I holding up?”

“14?”

“Good enough. To be honest, I am a little sad. This was my magnum opus. I won't ever surpass this, but with that your punishment is almost over. You did really well Ben.”

“Uhu”

There was a knock on the door.

“Well, I said almost because i kinda need to bring you back into the real world. So think of this as a Dessert. A Denouement perhaps.”

“Whaaa....”

I could hear some female voices from outside the changing room.

“Uh...can we come in?”