Chapter 7: A Sexier Stage (Patreon)

The next morning, Kurapika felt even more resigned. After days of constant resistance, he was starting to realize that fighting only made things worse.

Elena entered the room carrying a revealing new outfit.

— Today we’re moving to something much sexier. You behaved relatively well yesterday, so I’m rewarding you with this.

Kurapika didn’t protest much as she dressed him. She slipped on a shiny pink latex crop top with a cute bow in the center, which left his entire flat stomach exposed. Then she put on an extremely short, tight pink mini skirt that barely covered the top of his thighs.

Elena lengthened his hair with extensions, making it long, straight, and silky blonde, falling all the way down his back. She added a small pink barrette on the side. Finally, she did his makeup: fake eyelashes, long lashes, heavy blush on his cheeks, and glossy pink lipstick.

— Stand against the door like this, she ordered.

Kurapika obeyed almost meekly. He leaned against the door frame, one arm raised and resting on the top of the door, the other hand pressed against the wall. His back was slightly arched, pushing his chest forward and making the tiny skirt ride up even higher on his thighs.

Elena stepped back and admired him with a pleased smile.

— Look at you… You’re absolutely stunning. This outfit suits you perfectly.

Kurapika glanced at his reflection in the glass. With his long flowing blonde hair, heavy makeup, and this revealing shiny pink outfit, he looked like a seductive girl. His face burned with embarrassment.

— …This is too much, he muttered weakly, his voice trembling. I look like… like some kind of slutty girl dressed like this.

Elena approached and ran her fingers through his long smooth hair.

— But that’s exactly what you’re becoming, my dear. A pretty, obedient, and seductive girl.

She made him hold the pose for a while, occasionally correcting his posture — making him arch his back more and tilt his hips. Kurapika complied, blushing deeply but offering very little resistance.

At the end of the session, Elena gently stroked his cheek.

— You’ve made great progress today. Tomorrow, we’ll start the hormones. Your body will finally begin to match your new appearance.

Kurapika stiffened slightly. Even though he had started accepting his looks, he still protested weakly:

— …Hormones? No… not that yet. I’m not ready for that…

Elena smiled softly while playing with his long blonde hair.

— You don’t really have a choice anymore, princess. Your face and body already look like a girl’s… it’s time for the rest to catch up.

Kurapika lowered his head, cheeks burning red, caught between growing resignation and one last spark of resistance.