You regain consciousness after an indefinite period of time. You receive some explanations...

You wake up on the operating table.

A spacious, semi-dark room that looks like an operating room.

Your body is completely naked.

You feel your body with fear.

It seems that there are no noticeable changes.

But something is clearly wrong...

You get up.

A couple of steps on the cold tiles of the floor.

There is a large mirror on the wall.

You look more closely...

Your reflection is about the same as usual: wide feminine hips; plump buttocks; two second-size boobs with sensitive nipples; long wheat-colored hair that is styled into two braids located on the right and left sides of the face.

What else does the mirror show you?

Your frightened face with large blue eyes, plump lips and a small, slightly upturned nose.

Your tiny, barely noticeable testicles and your pathetic tiny weewee, which seems to have become even smaller due to the cold.

Cold!

You seem to be starting to get the idea…

You feel your body again, clasping it with your hands.

Not the slightest sign of hair below the eyebrows.

This is clearly not the result of your usual morning hygiene procedures. Using a razor to remove hair leaves at least something…

And now your skin is completely devoid of hair below the eyebrows.

Pristine smooth soft skin, which is quite consistent with the status of a girl…

Status of a girl…

You are not Billy - you are Alice.

These thoughts suddenly appear in your head.

"Fuck… What am I thinking?! I need to find clothes and get out of here!" - you say mentally.

The door creaks.

You turn around abruptly.

Before your eyes is the same stocky and muscular man in a white shirt (the top two buttons are undone) and black trousers.

Miguel.

His black eyes look straight into your face with an expression of some kind of possessive superiority and awareness of your subordination.

You say in a quiet feminine voice in fear: "Sorry, sir... there was obviously some kind of misunderstanding... I just need to find my clothes and leave..."

Miguel smirks. The expression on his wrinkled face with a small black mustache and beard does not bode well for you.

His bass voice says: "You are completely free... You can leave right now... but I consider it my duty to inform you of the consequences in the form of a lawsuit from our company... Thirty thousand dollars is a significant amount of money... However, if you are ready to pay this amount of money, you can leave right now."

You say in shock: "Thirty thousand dollars?! What nonsense is this?!»

"The documents you signed... The Extra-QOOL hair removal procedure. Voluntary participation in an experimental program for accelerated permanent chemical-laser hair removal from the skin surface. This is usually an expensive procedure. But our company has extremely favorable conditions for volunteers who agree to test experimental methods using new chemical compounds on their bodies..."

You listen to all this, without stopping to feel your body.

Not a single hair. There is not even a single small hair on the entire surface of the skin.

Miguel nods understandingly: "The procedure was carried out qualitatively... three hours of work by the best specialists... I am pleased with what I see..."

Suddenly you come to your senses...

Because of the shock, you forgot that your body is now completely naked.

A stranger now sees you completely naked and shamelessly examines your body.

You squeal girlishly and try to cover your intimate parts of your body with your palms - your chest and groin area.

Chest...

Your size two boobs...

Normal masculine guys don't have size two boobs...

A thought about your pathetic status as a feminized sissy girl arises and strengthens on the periphery of your consciousness...

The man, seeing your actions, only laughs mockingly.

You, blushing from **** shame, say in a trembling voice: "Well... What should I do to avoid a lawsuit from your company and not pay a huge sum of thirty thousand dollars?"

Miguel thoughtfully says in response: "According to the contract you signed, you must visit our beauty salon two more times. A total of three procedures with an interval of one month. You underwent one procedure today... The hair on your body will not grow below the eyebrows for six months after one procedure. After completing the full course of three procedures, your body hair will never grow again. The effect lasts a lifetime... Many girls would be happy with something like that. I don’t understand your indignation…”

You say hopefully: “Three procedures… An interval of one month… If I do this, I won’t owe you thirty thousand dollars?”

Miguel scratches his chin and answers: “You will owe the company only three thousand dollars, young lady…”

You almost cry: “But why?!”

The man says contentedly: “I told you that our company has a program of extremely favorable conditions for volunteers who agree to test new experimental methods of the Extra-QOOL-epilation procedure on their bodies. But “favorable” conditions do not mean “absolutely free”! The price is simply lower… but I have an offer for you, young lady… What is your name?”

“Billy…” you say instinctively.

The man's face is a complex expression - contempt for you mixed with pity...

"You'd better think about your answer, young lady..." - he says.

"Excuse me, sir... My name... My name is Alice. My name is Alice..." - you say, holding back tears.

"So, I have a proposition for you, Alice. Do you want to not have to pay our company a cent?" - he asks.

A chaos of thoughts in your head: "Run? Call Aunt Martha? Call the police? Or listen to this man?"