Time for a makeover

Before you knew it, Rebecca was pulling into her driveway.

"Come on virgin, get out," Rebecca commands as she unbuckles your seatbelt.

"Can you please open the front door first?" you ask, wanting to spend as little time outside as possible.

"You seriously think you're in a position to make demands?" the cheerleader says, bemused. "Now get out before I throw your clothes away."

You didn't dare call Rebecca' s bluff, so awkwardly clamber out of the car, which was easier said than done without the use of your hands.

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you stand completely exposed.

"Please, Rebecca," you ask, not even trying to keep the terror out of your voice.

But your tormentor ignores you, and appears in no rush to enter the house; she takes her sweet time taking the bags out of the trunk, and seems more concerned with chatting to her friends than she does getting into the house.

With the sun low in the sky, the temperature is far too low for someone dressed only in their birthday suit, and you're soon shivering again.

You could have cried tears of joy when Rebecca finally walks up the path and fishes her keys from her bag; but she even takes her sweet time doing this.

"Someone take this virgin around the back," Rebecca instructs her minions, and before you can take a bare foot step towards the safety of the house, someone shoves you in the back, directing you around the side.

"You must be so embarrassed, Sam!" Danni teases.

"I bet he just wants to get inside and hide his tiny dick!" Alice laughs.

You enter the back garden and see Rebecca standing next to a table and cheap plastic chair.

"Sit down, Sam," she smiles at you. "Don't worry, you'll be able to go inside soon," she tells you, correctly reading your expression. "There;s just some things we need to do first."

As you sit down, she opens a box on the table, and arranges a waxing set.

"I'm guessing you're going to be a little crybaby, and we don't want anyone interrupting us," she explains as Danni stuffs a gag into your mouth.

In any other scenario, you would be excited to feel the warm breath of a beautiful girl on your bare skin, but as she applied wax to your legs, you discover that you don't find yourself aroused.

You try and fail to hold back a gasp of pain as Rebecca rips your hair out by the roots, which elicits titters from the onlookers. But it isn't long before the tears start to fall.

"How old is he?"

"I thought he was a man!"

Even if you wanted to, your gag prevented you from replying, but you were far too preoccupied with the pain Rebecca was administering all over your body to have a conversation.

After removing every hair follicle from your legs, arms, chest, back, armpits, and anywhere else she could find, the evil cheerleader turns her attention to your junk.

Your penis twitches expectantly as you realised she would have to touch you down there, but to your bewilderment, Rebecca pulls on a pair of thick gloves.

"This is delicate work, Sam," she explains. "I don't want you getting a boner while I'm working."

Of everything that had happened to you so far, this was the moment when your hormones were the most confused.

Because Rebecca was crouching between your legs, you had a perfect view of her large chest fighting to break out of her shirt, and her smooth, well-toned arms, and her pretty face.

Your hands twitch at the thought of freeing her boobs, kissing her passionately, and guiding her hand to wrap around your dick.

But any arousal you may have been feeling was quickly erased by the sensation of cold shaving foam being applied to your most sensitive areas, and the even colder razor slicing away your hair. Your penis remains flaccid as Rebecca moves it out of the way, her thick gloves preventing any of the natural warmth of her hands from reaching you.

While earlier you were screaming, the evening is now silent, except for the quiet sounds of Rebecca systematically removing your pubic hair. Even her friends have fallen silent.

You sit completely still, not daring to move a muscle; you were quite literally in her hands.

At long last, Rebecca wipes away the last of the foam, and stands up.

"Much better," she says, plucking the gag from your mouth. "Come on, Sam, stand up, and let us get a proper look at you."

You rise unsteadily to your feet, feeling even colder than you did before; it felt odd not to have any body hair, especially around your junk.

The silence is broken by the girl's laughter, interspersed with remarks about how your penis looks even smaller, and loud snaps of camera phones.

"Well, Sam? What do you say?" Rebecca asks, hands now free of her gloves; hands you knew would never touch your penis, no matter how much you wished it.

"T-thank you," you mumble, pathetically, hating how easily you had submitted to her.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she says, matter-of-factly. Without warning, she strides over to the hosepipe, turns the tap on, and douses you in cold water.

You had never taken a dip in an ice bath, but this was what you imagined it was like.

No matter which way you turn, there was no escaping the deluge. You soon had to dispense with the swear words and keep your mouth shut to stop yourself swallowing anymore water. It didn't take long before you started to lose feeling in your extremities.

It took you a few seconds to realise that your impromptu shower had stopped.

You stood there, breathing heavily, shivering violently, and dripping water onto the patio.

"All clean now," Rebecca remarks. "Have any of you girls seen a dick that small?"

"I think my cousin has a bigger one, and he's still in diapers!" Molly laughs.

Grateful that the water was hiding your tears, you finally stepped into the house.