THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 18 (Scott's Pov)

Scott’s PoV:

“You seem stunned, Scottie, is there anything wrong with my face?” ‘Raven’ asked me.

“No…I’m just surprised that you are embracing the bimbo look, I thought you love the goth look, Raven,” I replied.

‘Raven’ suddenly had a displeased frown on her face. “Let me correct you, Scottie, I’m not a bimbo, I’m a Gimbo. I’m still a goth at heart you know, but I then Master opened my mind that I can both look slutty and goth and got the best of those two worlds instead of limiting myself to one style. Oh, one more, didn’t I already tell you to call me Candy, Scottie? I don’t like to be called Raven anymore; the name sounds so tacky for a girl like me. If you think you are my friend, please call me Candy.”

“Yes, Cutiepie, please respect what Candy wants to be called, if she doesn't want to be called Raven, don’t call her by that name, her name is Candy now. It’s a cuter name than Raven, don’t you think so? There is nothing wrong with cute names like Candy, don't you also like to be called with a cute name like Cutiepie? A sissy gurl like you should like cute names.” My mom interjected. She looked at me with doubt and suspicion.

I clenched my fist. I wanted to rebuke her, but then I recalled the task that Hannah gave me, if I wanted to save them, I needed to persist, I needed to act like I’m still under Darel’s control, and then when the moment came, I could bring them to Hannah.

“Yes, Mommy. Sorry, I’m overreacting. I like that she now uses the name Candy.I like cute names.” I replied.

“That’s my good gurl. Alright, enough talk and let’s move on. We have been quite behind in our planned schedule, we need to buy you some clothes and underwear, and then we still need to go to Esmeralda’s Salon for your makeover before the day ends,” mom reiterated our schedule.

Esmeralda? Is she one of mom’s friends, or is she also someone under Darel’s control?

“Cutiepie, why are you just standing there?”

Mom’s call broke me from my daze. I saw the two women were already walking a few feet away from me.

“Sorry,” I said as I caught up to their pace.

We spent almost two hours just shopping for clothes and underwear for me. The two had **** me to model some of the clothes we bought. The two didn’t let me to say no, and I ended up changing my current casual shirt and trouser to a frilly pink mini dress, beneath the dress, I was wearing soft satin lacy panties, and they even got me a training bra.

I was telling them that the training bra wasn’t necessary, but once again, mommy shut me up with “We never know when your breast will grow, you may be a late bloomer.”

Based on her response, I knew that Mom had treated me as a girl instead of a guy. Honestly, I really felt conflicted. In one hand, after Hannah freed me from Darel’s influence, I gradually thought myself as 100% man once more, but the feeling given by the lingerie and the dress against my skin made my cock throb uncontrollably.

I’m not a sissy, I am a man, I don’t like dressing like a woman. This is only the sequelae from Darel’s control, and not my own will.

I repeated the words in my mind like a mantra to convince myself that I was not a sissy.

Candy was gushing in joy for a moment then her expression fell flat, “Oh, Scottie, you look cute in that dress, I like your new look, but uhm…I still feel you are lacking something; I think you can still look better.”

Somehow, Candy’s words made me feel that something worse would happen to me. Her mind was twisted by Darel after all. The something better in her mouth could be something really bad for me.

“I think I understand what you mean, Candy. He looks cute wearing that dress, but he isn’t girly enough. Sissy gurl like him should look girly and feminine. Fortunately, our next stop is Esmeralda’s Salon. With Esmeralda’s makeover skill, I believe she can make Cutiepie here look more girly than now.” My mom responded to Candy’s words.

I gulped my saliva down. It looked like my feminization wasn’t done.

“Anna! Candy! I thought you two canceled your appointment.” Greeted a latina beauty when our group arrived at the Salon.

“Sorry that we arrived late, Esmeralda, there are some unexpected problems that make our schedule delayed. But hopefully, despite our lateness, we can still rely on you for a makeover, right?” my mom replied to the Latina woman who she called Esmeralda.

_So, she is Esmeralda. _I observed the Latina woman. She was quite a hot MILF. Esmeralda exudes this cool yet sexy vibe despite wearing the Salon’s pink beautician uniform which only showed a little skin.

Was she also under Darel’s control? Without anyone telling me the answer, I already have the answer that I was 80% sure of, the other 20% was the reason why I still asked the question; I was envious of Darel that he potential had all the hot ladies under her control, so I still holding a hope that this sexy Latina MILF wasn’t under Darel’s control.

“Of course, you are lucky that we don’t have a lot of customers during this hour, so we can still proceed with your appointment,” Esmeralda replied to my mom. She then turned her attention toward me, “so, is this cute boy the one who will get my makeover today?”

“Yes, let me introduce you to my child, Cutiepie. Cutiepie here loves to wear my panties, and after some further questioning I did, I found out that he not only loves to wear women’s panties, but also women’s dresses. He is a sissy gurl! So, I have an idea to buy him his own panties and dress. But wearing a woman's dress only made him a crossdresser, and not a sissy gurl. Hence, I want you to give him a makeover so he looks more girly and feminine.” My mom introduced me to Esmeralda.

I am not a sissy gurl. It's only because I am under Darel’s influence that I say I love wearing women’s panties to her. I complained in my mind, what mom said was only true when I was under Darel’s influence, but that was no longer true after I got free from his control.

Of course, I could only grit my teeth and persevere, I couldn’t tell them that it wasn’t true and could only act that I like to be a sissy.

“Worry not, Cutiepie. You are in the right hand, after we finish with your makeover, you will look very adorable. Nobody will mistake you as a boy again. People will think of you as a cute sissy gurl,” Esmeralda assured.

Her assurance didn't make me happy in the slightest, it even sounded dreadful in my ears.

Esmeralda brought me to a private booth. There were only the two of us here. Mom and Candy were in the other room, getting a little makeover or just getting some hairstyling done by other salon beauticians.

“You can sit there and relax for a moment, I will prepare the necessary tool for your makeover quickly,” said Esmeralda as she let me sit on the salon’s chair.

“Do you want to hear some music, Cutiepie?” The beautician asked me.

“No, I prefer the quietness we have now.”

God only knows if the music would be laced with subliminal. I was freed from Darel’s control, but that didn't mean I was immune against it. I might be able to resist a bit because I was now aware of his subliminal, but prolonged exposure would bring me back under his control. I wanted to avoid any chance of getting exposed to Darel’s subliminal.

“Okay.”

I was waiting in silence. From the mirror, I could see what Esmeralda did. She was taking some tools and material from the rack to her moving tray. She didn’t do any suspicious movements outside her job as a beautician.

A few minutes later, Esmeralda was finally done with her preparation and back to me.

“Sorry for making you wait, Cutiepie. We can start now. Your mother asked me to give you a total makeover, so we will do your hair, face, and nails. All of this will take at least an hour, so I want you to be as relaxed as possible. First, we will do your hair,” Esmeralda explained.

Esmeralda worked professionally. First, she applied some mixture of cream to my hair. She skillfully ran her finger on my hair and massaged my scalp. I needed to admit it, it felt so good, her massage was superb.

“Relax, you seem to have too much worry, this place is safe, so you can let it go, let me pamper you,” The Latina beautician whispered.

Yes, I seemed to have too much worry. Darel’s method of control is through video and subliminal. So, why should I be worried right now? Her massage should be harmless. I gradually let go of my guard and relaxed. My head felt light as I let down my guard.

I gradually felt sleepy and dozed off, uncaring about the potential danger Esmeralda could bring me when I was ****.

“Wakey-wakey, Cutiepie, your makeover is done,” said Esmeralda as she woke me up,

I could feel some kind of helmet being removed from my head, but it might be just my feeling as when I opened my eyes, I didn’t see anything resembling a helmet anywhere in the room.

“Did I fall asleep?” I mumbled. I just realize the extent of danger I put myself into.

“Yes, you fell asleep a few moments after I massaged your scalp. You seem so tired so I didn’t wake you up. This isn’t the first time I have a client dozing off when I did their makeover, so I know how to handle it professionally. When you are asleep, I have finished your makeover, you can see the result in the mirror,” Esmeralda responded to my mumble.

I saw my reflection in the mirror, and my jaw almost dropped. My short hair was now a long straight golden lush mane down to my back. I almost didn’t recognize my face because of the thick makeup decorating my face. The makeup didn’t make me look feminine, on the contrary it was bold, and made me look like a drag queen with gaudy red lipstick, thick purple eye-shadow and long eyelashes. I looked like a woman but it easy to tell that I wasn’t one.

I tried to recall things to see whether Esmeralda had also tinkered with my mind.

My name is Scott Robinson not Cutiepie, I am a son of Anna Robinson. I am a man…? Yes, I am a man, why did I even question my gender. I love women and not a gay.

I let out a breath of relief. There seemed to be nothing wrong with my memories. I didn't suddenly feel that I should be a sissy like when I was still in Darel’s influence.

I then tried to wipe the lipstick off my lips, but the color didn’t even smudge.

“The makeup is permanently tattooed, so it will not easily wear off. Your mommy is the one who asked me to give you that kind of makeup because she worried that you aren’t skilled enough to apply makeup on your own. This kind of tattooed makeup removes the hassle of reapplying makeup, neat isn’t it?” Esmeralda explained the nature of my makeup.

Fuck! I cursed in my mind. At first, I thought the makeover would not be a big deal, because I could easily undo it later, but I never expected that I would get permanent makeup on my face. What would other students think when I came to school with this makeup? Just imagining them makes me want to cover my face.

“Aside from your hair and face, I want you to look at your nails.”

I look at my nails as instructed. My nail was now longer and sharp, it was coated with bright red polish.

“I made your nails into stiletto nails with extension. Stiletto nails are all the rage now among the girls in this city. You will have a little problem grasping things until you get used to it, so you need to be careful because the nails are quite delicate.”

I could only look at my reflection in silence. If I could **** Esmeralda to undo the makeover she did to me, I would already do so, but I couldn’t ask her to do it right now.

I need to persevere. When I save my mom and Raven, and put Darel to jail, I can ask Hannah to help me to undo this makeover.

I then turned my attention to Esmeralda once more, waiting to see whether she would tell me another makeover I have yet to notice.

Esmeralda seemed to know the intention behind my gaze, “We are done with your makeover, you can come out now, your mommy already paid me.”

“Oh my gosh, Scottie, you look fabulous,” Candy greeted me with joy.

If she was still Raven, I would feel very happy when she hugged me like this, but right now, this made me feel conflicted. I didn’t feel happy because it was as if I was taking advantage of her state of mind.

Moments later, Candy released her hug from me, and I finally noticed someone was missing.

“Candy, where’s my mom?” I asked her. I didn’t see my mom anywhere in the room, only Candy.

“She left. Mrs. Robinson has some urgent business and asks me to accompany you for the time being.” She answered. “So, Scottie, do you have any interesting places we could visit?”

Was she asking me for a date? I almost refused her offer because I didn’t want to take advantage of Raven , but then I realized that this might be my chance. A chance to save Raven.

“Yes, I know some interesting places we can visit, but I need to go to the toilet first, I will be right back quickly.”

I excused myself and rushed to the toilet. I went there not to piss, but to contact Hannah. I plan to bring Raven to Hannah’s place. This might be too rushed, but I didn’t know when I would get a chance like this again.

TO BE CONTINUE IN NEXT PART

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