Chapter 8: The First Injection (Patreon)

The next morning, Elena entered the pink bedroom with a satisfied smile. Kurapika was standing in front of the bed, wearing only a delicate pink lace bra and matching panties. His long, straight blonde hair flowed down to the middle of his back, with the cute pink barrette still clipped on the side.

He stood with his arms crossed behind his back, gaze averted, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

— Come here, darling, Elena said, taking out a syringe.

Kurapika took a small step back, visibly uneasy.

— …Wait. I’m not sure I want this, he murmured hesitantly. This is already humiliating enough…

Elena approached slowly and gently caressed his cheek.

— Yet you look so beautiful. Look at yourself. This lingerie suits you so well…

Kurapika glanced discreetly at the mirror. He saw his reflection: the long blonde hair, the careful makeup, the pink lace hugging his body… A strange feeling washed over him. Despite the shame, a small part of him thought he looked… pretty. Almost attractive.

— I… I hate this, he said weakly, trying to convince himself. But… at the same time…

Elena smiled, amused by his inner conflict.

— You’re starting to enjoy feeling pretty, aren’t you?

Kurapika blushed even harder and looked away without answering. Elena took the opportunity to inject the first dose of hormones into his arm. He winced slightly but didn’t struggle.

Once the injection was done, Elena stood behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, gently making him look at his reflection again.

— Soon, your chest will start growing, your hips will become rounder… You’ll become even more beautiful. Tell me the truth, Kurapika… don’t you like what you see just a little?

Kurapika remained silent for a long moment, staring at himself in the pink lingerie. His voice came out low and ashamed:

— …It’s humiliating. I shouldn’t like it… but… I do look… a little pretty. Just a little.

Elena let out a soft, satisfied laugh and stroked his long blonde hair.

— That’s an excellent start. You’re still resisting a bit, but you’re already beginning to enjoy your new appearance. Perfect.

She stepped back and admired him with pride.

— From now on, you’ll only wear feminine lingerie inside the room. And tomorrow, we’ll continue making your body as pretty as your face.

Kurapika remained standing with his arms behind his back, caught between a slight resistance and this new, confusing feeling: the quiet pleasure of feeling beautiful.