Chapter 9

“Why aren’t you holding your girlfriends’ hands, Emmanuel.” Bianca chided, as her three dolls walked in the door, not wasting a second before barking out instructions. “Also, you clearly didn’t hang up your shirt.” She squinted at the boy, frustrated with his lack of regard for the new clothes she worked so hard to select. “Your girlfriends clearly put a lot of effort in today. We can’t have you letting them down like that.”

Momentarily Song let a vengeful smile creep onto his face when Emmanuel was finally dressed down the same as he had been for the last twenty-four hours. That was at least until he felt Emmanuel take his hand, the misplaced confidence slipping away. Bianca’s attention on him terrified the boy, who quickly complied and interlaced his fingers between both of his feminized friends, then followed the bottle redhead into the office. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t have anything to hang them onto.” he explained.

‘You don’t have any hangers?’ She didn’t ask the question out loud, thinking it might be a lie, but then remembered the state of the boy’s vestments before she’d gotten her claws into the three hooligans. “Okay, you get a pass for now. The tailor dropped your new things off an hour ago. Make sure when you get home tonight, the first thing you do is put them away nicely. I’ll send some hangers with you. Now, you two...” She turned her attention to the new girls, Song glaring at the taller boy's hand clamped onto his with repulsion, and Emer letting his hand hang limply in Emmanuel’s grasp while still doing his best parrot impression in the wall mirror. She clapped her hands loudly to get each of their attention before continuing, “We’ve got another busy day ahead. First we need to stop by Rim again for a few more procedures, then I’ll be taking you both out for a little photo shoot before you start training at your new positions. Speaking of which, follow me to the register, Emmanuel. Ready for a crash course in retail?” Emmanuel started to trail behind Bianca, tugging his **** girlfriend’s behind him. Bianca snickered, saying, “I know you love them, but you can’t be showing that kind of PDA when you’re on the clock.”

The embarrassed boy realized his error, and released the other two, much to Song’s relief. “I’m going to be working here?” he asked out on the floor.

“You will, and I know you’ll do an excellent job. Otherwise, well…I’m sure you don’t want to find out.” Bianca knew that Emmanuel was the least guilty of the three, so his punishment would be the least degrading by far. If anything, she thought she was doing him a favor. Clearly the boy had a troubled home life, an assumption she made at the sight of his tiny little apartment in the dingy complex. Some spending money might do him some good, though if she had her way, he’d be spending most of it spoiling his ladies. Once she was confident he could scan a barcode and swipe a card without somehow burning down the store, she said “I put my number in your phone. Call me if you need anything. Any burning questions before I leave?”

The teen looked down at the register, a feeling of unease bubbling in his stomach before he looked back up at the woman. “You’re seriously leaving me here alone?” he asked incredulously. Emmanuel hadn’t even had a job before, let alone been trusted with this level of responsibility.

“It’s sink or swim, Emmanuel.” Bianca replied with a smirk. “I hope you don’t sink, but you aren’t alone. Just ask…” She waved her hand in the direction of one of her employees that was refolding shirts on a table. “Trust me, you’ll have two…well four new rewards to play with once we get back. She then opened the office door and shouted, “Come on girls! We’ve got an appointment to keep!”

As the two faux girls followed behind their blackmailer, Bianca would steal the occasional glance behind them as they strolled along the concourse. The sound of their footsteps, click, clack, click, clack on the mall’s tile floor was music to her ears. She was incredibly pleased with Song’s overnight progress, the way he took small graceful steps and kept his elbows tucked in closely, no doubt Mrs Rim to thank for that. Emer on the other hand was another story. He looked like the ghost of a lumberjack had possessed the body of a teen beauty queen. She noted to herself, ‘Miss Emery is in need of some stern instruction.’ Considering Emer’s footwear she was surprised he hadn’t twisted his ankle, but thought it best to save that discussion for later, the start of their day being full enough as is.

When they arrived at the Salon, Eun was standing happily by the front desk to greet them. “Bianca, it’s such a pleasure to see you again.” she said, grinning evilly to the woman she saw as a kindred spirit. She didn’t know much about the white woman except she was perhaps a little crazy, and she definitely shared the same distaste for her boss’ vile progeny. “I was ecstatic when I came in this morning and saw Miss Song, and Miss Emery on the books. Can I have someone bring you a cucumber water? This whole process does take a couple of hours.”

“Thank you Eun.” Bianca replied warmly. “I’d love that. I do have some paperwork to catch up on, so I’ll be working on my laptop, but I’m right here if the girls give you any trouble.” She then shifted her body slightly, placed one hand on her hip, and raised an eyebrow in the two dressed up boy’s direction. Part of her expected to see defiance on Song’s face and at least **** on the blonde’s, yet all she saw was Song standing slightly pigeon-toed, hands clasped in front of him and his eyes downcast. Meanwhile, Emer was leaning slightly to the side, his eyes following one of the female staff, no sign of fight or flight in his posture, not that she thought he could run in the slingback heels he was wearing.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll be just fine.” Eun said, resisting the urge to wring her hands together like a villain. “Mrs. Rim called this morning and made it perfectly clear what was in store for little Miss Song if she wasn’t anything but a perfect little lady. Alright girls, come with me.”

Song almost winced at being called little miss, and while he would normally let the girl know exactly how he felt, the threat of his mother hit home. The feminized boy knew she was a **** not to be trifled with, and he pushed his limits in the past knowing most of her and his fathers attention was always on their careers. After the night before though, talks of him needing to read poetry out loud and the threat of trying a belt around his thighs so that he could walk with poise…he was not willing to test his mother, at least not now. Song winced as Eun started to walk away, the girl he once dated seeming much more intimidating. In the salon, walking just outside, were people and drawing anyone’s attention…the idea of it alone made him feel exposed.

Seemingly compliant, the pretty boys followed the esthetician into the back, one of them ****, the other not understanding what was in store for them, but both extremely nervous. Song knew exactly what was coming, but didn’t care to share it with Emer, deciding the clueless idiot could figure it out for himself. In the back they were unceremoniously told to strip, and lie down on two hospital style beds, both shivering from the cold and their anxiety.

“What’s that for?” Emer asked, startled by the sight of the two IV drips the Korean woman rolled in next to them.

“Don’t worry, Emery.” Eun explained. “This isn’t like surgical anesthesia. I’d have to be a doctor to use that. This is just something to keep you asleep through the procedure. Like when you get your wisdom teeth out. Trust me, you don’t want to be moving around while I work. I’d hate for things to come out…crooked.” The scorned woman gleefully giggled, unable to help herself, as she slipped the hypodermic needle into both boys’ arms, and in almost an instant they drifted off.

Rim Cosmetics injection technique was groundbreaking, but took time and great precision. Eun first started with the boy that tormented her, Song, taking the time to savor each time she got to stab the **** prick with the little injection gun containing the patented solution. Even though they weren’t going for the cartoonishly large breast she’d have preferred he get, the modest cup size was still a large jump from the zero starting point of the boney teens flat chest. As she worked her smile held firm. She wasn’t heavily endowed herself and had tried the procedure before. deciding Song, with his sense of entitlement, deserved…well, was entitled to breasts bigger than her own. He wanted to touch and play with her chest, so the bastard could play with his own when she was done with him. It would take a few rounds so as not to cause any bruising or even worse, misshapen results. After finishing the first round, the two boys had little breasts of similar size to the mosquito bites so many tweens concealed under their training bras.

She had to wait forty-five minutes for everything to set, but that didn’t mean Eun could sit and twiddle her thumbs. As pretty as they already were, the girls needed a little help in the lip department. Emer was easy enough, already having a pretty plump pout to begin with. Only a very small injection was necessary in his bottom lip with the bulk of the effort being setting his top to match. Song’s pencil thin slivers were overlined and filled both times his face was made up, but the vindictive woman was going to make sure that would no longer be needed. She took great joy in creating a pair of DSLs that would make Anna Nicole Smith proud.

After the second round of injections, the increasingly feminized youths each now sported their own pair of post pubescent breasts, each would have loved to see on anyone but themselves. Eun didn’t remove their IVs for another hour, just to make sure that everything stayed perfectly formed, while she cleaned up around them.

Song awoke first, knowing what had happened, but the blow to his increasingly fragile masculinity wasn’t softened one bit. Another piece of his manhood died a little when he reached up and touched his swollen areola, and a wave of both pleasure and pain raced through his body. As Emer stirred, he yawned, stretching his arms high above his head only for the soreness to hit him like a ton of bricks. He screamed like Goldilocks waking up to find the three bears at the foot of her bed “What the fuck!” His chest felt like it had been stung by a bee the size of a volkswagen, only then noticing the tightness around his mouth. He cupped his new boobs in his hands, a little too rough at first, but then gently explored the foreign appendages now weighing down his chest.

“Good, you’re up.” Bianca said happily as she stood from a seat in the corner. Eun came and got me once she thought you’d be rousing soon. What do you think?” She asked cheerfully.

“I have tits!” Emer said, still shouting loud enough for everyone in the salon to hear, but rather than sounding horrified, he just seemed surprised. He kept bouncing them back and forth in his palms till he’d wince, only to then do it all over again, until Bianca swatted his hands away.

“You have breasts.” she clarified, before continuing, “Aren’t they marvelous? The miracles of science. They only last a few weeks so we’ll have to do this a few more times before summer is over. We’ve also added a little extra motivation under your panties.” The two frantically fondled their crotches, afraid that they might find their genitals had somehow magically been swapped for their feminine counterparts, but weren’t quite relieved to discover two metal cages encasing them, and locked into place instead. “These chastity cages worked wonders on my last project.” She smiled brightly at the memory of Arial and all the fun she had using her feminized childhood friend as a model for her photographic endeavors. “Be good, and you might be able to get them off soon, otherwise you won’t be spending any quality time with yourselves for the foreseeable future.”

Even after his hand was swatted away, Emer was far from done with his new assets. They seemed to have grown on him like magic. His fascination came to an end, at least momentarily, as he cupped his imprisoned privates in one hand, trying to pull the contraption off. All while Song stared at the cage, jaw hanging open, reaching the conclusion that he didn’t actually know what was going to happen, at least not everything.

Eun came in with corsets, rationalizing the new girls wouldn’t be used to the unfamiliar weight, and needed all the support they could get, but really she just wanted another way to **** Song some more. “Good news! For being my favorite customers I have a gift for the two of you!” She spent good money on the corsets, of course planning to make Song pay her back for the expense. The price was worth it, or it would be once she pulled Song's skinny waist into a perfect hourglass. Bianca fastened one around Emer’s waist, pulling the laces tight, while Eun did the same to the little nightmare, pulling them that much tighter. The Asian-American teen thought the witch was trying to split him in two. Emery and Song were now two girls that could boast enviable figures to their peers. After getting dressed again, their clothes now prominently displaying their new assets. This was especially true for Emer whose bodycon dress tightly hugged his tightly nipped figure, making his plump rear look even bigger than where he started.

“Alright girls. Say thank you to Miss Eun.” Bianca commanded.

“Thank you, Miss Eun.” the defeated teens mumbled in unison. Clearly they didn’t mean it.

“No problem, girls. It won’t be so bad next time…at least if we don’t go up a cup size.” Song knew a warning when he heard it, so he kept his mouth shut. “Remember.” the small South Korean woman said to Bianca, “it’s best to take the corsets in a little more once the girls get used to them.” She shrugged her shoulders as her eyes drifted over to Song. “Or when they give you back talk.” Her eyes grew a little harder as she glared at the feminized boy. She enjoyed paying him back, but it didn’t feel like enough. His friend was collateral damage, but there was no burden of guilt, since he was dumb enough to be Song’s friend. “Remember to mind your elders, little sister.” She said in her native tongue which she knew the boy had at least passing understanding of.

Bianca walked to the door, gesturing for them to follow. “You girls get to see the view from the roof today. Isn’t that exciting? The parking lot is nothing to write home about, but the skyline is to die for. It will be perfect for our second photo shoot, and this time I’ve brought my camera.” She held up the Nikon D5600 that she pilfered from Ari those few years ago.

At their destination the spirited photographer snapped a few pictures of each new girl, but really this was just a warm up for the group shots she’d planned. At first, the two stood awkwardly next to each other, but that was far from what Bianca had in mind.

“Song, Emery, you two are best friends, practically sister wives, so act like it.” Both wanted to comply but clearly had no idea how to do so. She had to pose them like they were mannequins. The boys turned girls were made to face each other, pressing their tender new breast into their counterparts while cheek to cheek. They held each other’s hands like two inseparable BFFs, and gave gawky smiles to the camera. Bianca kept snapping photo after photo, charging through the awkwardness until she could finally land the shot she wanted.

Eventually they stumbled onto a winner. Song was mid blink, eyes gently closed rather than appearing mid sneeze like so many others would in the same scenario. At the same time a bird flying by caught the attention of the easily distracted Emer, causing him to look off the side. All together this miraculously painted the picture of two sharing the kind of romantic friendship so many young ladies experience growing up. No one would think that once the camera was put away. With a disgusted expression Song pulled away from the blonde like he was made of bees.