You got first

"I would like to go first." Mark said and raised his hand.

Dr. Summers turned towards your friend. "Sorry, but I didn't think of you." She lifted her right index. "I thought about being last last time." She pointed towards you. It sent shivers up and down my spine. She walked over to you. "And? How were your first days with tits?"

"Are you going to turn me even stranger?" You asked fearing to end up pretty creepy.

"Hm, no. For now I think breast-implants are enough for your body to change." Dr. Summers responded. She reached to the ceiling and pulled a hair drier like thing down. The remarkable resemblance and her next words indicated what kind of change you would get. "Last time I used the portable helmet-version of this thing. But when you are all sitting so close together, this is more comfortable, for me and you." She pulled the brainwasher down over your head. A fearful expression appeared on your face and you wanted to beg her not to change your personality. But as soon as she pushed a button and the device lit up, it felt like you got flashed and your eyes rolled back.

In your mind an image of yourself appeared. You were standing there in a black room, naked and how you thought you should look, meaning without shortened Achilles tendons and breast implants. Suddenly you began hearing a faint voice. "Just look at me." It was your own voice. "So ugly. I can't believe I lived all these years accepting this." "What? What is it? What is wrong with me?" You asked, but it was like the voice couldn't hear you. "Just look at these hair on my legs. Brrr, so ugly." You could hear a shiver going through the voices owner. "And even some on the feet! That can't be! That shouldn't be!" "No! There is nothing wrong with it!" You shouted, but it had no effect. "I need to get right of it. Like getting a wax or getting it lasered." You could see the hair on your legs and feet getting thinner than it already was until it was fully gone. "Much better." The voice sounded pleased. "Next to the arms." You could see how the hair on your arms vanished too. "Now the torso. I can't believe I went all this time with a hairy chest." Your torso got hairless too. "It would also feel so much better when no hair would tickle or get tangled in my fingers when masturbating. So wax, wax." With a tear in your eyes you saw how your genitals lost all its hair. It wasn't something you would feel to sad about, but combined with the rest it was very saddening. "Now to the face. I don't like how scratchy it feels, even after shaving. So the hair must vanish, for good." "No! At least leave me my facial hair!" Your tears began streaming. The very light signs of a beard vanished from your face. "Last but not least, the eyebrows. They are way to bushy. They need to be neat and elegant." Your brows thinned out until nothing but thin arcs like a girls were left. "Much better." The voice said pleased with the result. "That's how it should be. I better make sure to get regularly waxed, or get it directly removed with laser-treatment." "No! I don't want to!" You shouted looking at your hairless body. "I don't ...!" Again you felt like you got flashed.

You blinked a few times as you got to see again. You were back in the treatment-room and Dr. Summers. It was only a few seconds after the brainwashing had begun, but for you it felt like minutes. "How are you feeling, Alex?" Dr. Summer asked as she removed the brainwasher.

You didn't responded, but instead lifted up your arm and looked at it. A shiver ran down your spine as you spotted the hair on it. "Urgh, this is so ugly." You said and quickly moved the arm out of your sight. "I know I had no problem with having hair on my body. But no! I don't want it! I hate it!" You felt really disgusted by it.

Dr. Summers smiled at you. "Well, for the time you have to endure it. After everyone is done, you are free to go to the mall and get it fixed."

You didn't felt happy about her suggestion, but you wanted it. You wanted and needed to get your hair removed, to get it waxed, or even lasered. So that you would have a hairless body and just two neat and elegant arcs as eyebrows.
You looked at your arm once more, but again felt disgusted by the hair on it.

"So, who comes next?" Dr. Summers turned away from you.