Run to the bathroom

A panic begins to take over you as you hear another loud knock on the door, pushing out all of the logical complaints you have against Olivia’s plan. You don’t even look at the clothes that Olivia has tossed into your hands, you simply rush down the hall, locking the bathroom door behind you after you stumble in.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, as you once again begin to question what you’re doing. How could this possibly be the best solution?

“Hi Daddy!” You hear Olivia cheer from a distance. Her voice pitched up and sweet, a tone you’ve never heard from her before.

You let out a sigh as you accept that it’s too late to successfully initiate an alternate option. You look down at the clothes Olivia put in your arms and feel your heart sink. The light blue blouse isn’t too bad, just a little more frilly than a shirt you might normally wear, but the silver, sparkly skirt will surely make you look ridiculous, which all seems like nothing compared to the pink bra and matching panties.

“Sorry about the mess. Just lost track of time doing laundry all day” You hear Olivia’s voice getting closer. “I’m just going to hop in the shower and finish putting it away after. Make yourself at home!”

You have no time to react as you hear the door handle shake. You quickly unlock it, allowing Olivia to quickly push her way in.

“Shhh!” She hushes, looking at you intently as she holds a finger up to her lips.

She shoves past you and starts running the water in the shower.

“That was a close one.” She says in a whisper loud enough for you to hear. “What’s taking you so long?”

“What do you mean? I just got in here.” You defend.

“SHHHHHH!!!” Her eyes shoot daggers at you as she holds her finger up. “We can’t let him hear you.”

You attempt to think of a way you can express your objection to all of this, but Olivia gives you little opportunity as she suddenly grabs the clothes in your arms and immediately begins yanking off your shirt. You can do little to stop her, so instead you bend over, making it easier for her to slide it off over your head. Then with one swift motion she bends down, sliding your pants with her. You’re soon standing fully naked in front of her, as unconfident as ever.

“Olivia…” You try to say as quietly as possible.

She immediately hushes you anyway, covering your mouth with her hand.

“We do this, you say hi, and then we’ll find the space to talk.” She says. “Just trust me!”

Still unsure about any of this, you feel you have no choice but to go along, Olivia knows what she’s doing… right?

She steps back, and you soon notice her looking down at your legs, examining you.

“You’re just hairy enough, it might give it away.” She whispers.

Before you can contemplate what she means, she’s soon spraying some sort of white foam all over your legs. She starts at your ankles and moves up to your crotch, covering everything. Your skin underneath begins to tingle, turning into more of a stinging as it sits. You have no chance to complain as Olivia is soon back up, pushing the pink bra against your chest as she works the straps behind you, latching it in place. She moves over to a small bag, you’re unsure if it’s been there the whole time or she just brought it in with her, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. You watch her pull out what looks like, two clear blobs, filled with some kind of gel. She pulls your bra forward, giving enough space to slide a blob inside each cup. It feels strange and cold against your nipples, even more strange is how it looks, as you stare down at your chest. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you were simply looking at a pair of boobs. They jiggle a bit as Olivia pushes your chin up. She holds your head firmly as she takes out a makeup brush, she wastes no time getting to work.

“This won’t be perfect, but it should be good enough.” She says as stares at your face with a look of pure focus.

She swipes and brushes, and dabs, seemingly working at an expert level speed. She’s soon pulling out a tube of lipstick, not even giving you time to see the color as she’s soon smothering it over your lips. She pulls back, observing her work, a light smile tells you she’s happy with it, though that does nothing to comfort you. She’s soon back to your legs, now practically numb. With a towel she wipes off the foam leaving the surface clear and smooth, as not a single hair is left in sight. You get the same outcome as she reaches your crotch, at first you don’t even notice as it seems your sense of feeling has also been dulled there. You take a moment, looking down at your now hairless lower half, you never notices how thin your legs looked, even worse, how small your cock appears now that it’s fully on display. All those thoughts are quickly halted as Olivia grabs it in her hands. You’re still unable to feel much and can no longer see what she’s doing but as she pulls away, you can’t help letting out a gasp.

“Olivia! What the fuck!” You try your best to keep your voice down, but it’s almost impossible as you look down to see a small, flat, pink piece of plastic resting in the place your dick just was.

“Oh my god! Chill!” Olivia says, leaping up to once again science you with her hand.

“I know it’s a little weird, but you can’t have a bulge.” Olivia says. You see a smile build on her face. “Might be a little excessive though, with what you’re working with.”

Her obvious teasing doesn’t help you feel any better about any of this, nor does watching any evidence of your manhood disappear as she pulls up the pink pair of panties. Next is the skirt and then she helps you with the blouse.

“Almost, almost!” She says excitedly, before reaching past you.

Your vision is blocked momentarily as you feel something resting on your head. Olivia steps away, looking at you with a relieved sense of joy.

“We might just get away with this.” She says.

A bit confused by her new found optimism, you turn around towards the mirror. You stare at the reflection, stunned, as a dolled up blonde woman stares back at you.

“My god!” You let a quiet gasp.

“I know, just wait until I have time to really work on you.” Olivia says as she stands next to you, seemingly enjoying your state of awe.

As you continue to stare at this person who couldn’t possibly be you, Olivia moves to the side, as she begins frantically stripping her own clothes off. She quickly dunks her head under the running water of the shower before shutting it off and wrapping herself in a towel.

“Give me a few minutes to get dressed, then I’ll make sure he doesn’t see you leaving the bathroom.” Olivia says, making her way to the door. “Keep the talking to minimum, and just smile allot, you look cute when you smile.

Before you can give any kind of response, she’s gone. Leaving you alone with only the woman in the mirror to comfort you. You look at her a for a few more moments, swaying her body around slightly, still unable to accept who she is. She shifts her face around slightly, dropping her shocked gaze in order to give a smile… she does look cute when she smiles.