Chapter 26

You are a good girl.

The voice and soft music and pulses in the headphones. He knew this hypnosis file. It was not one of his favorites. It was fairly tame and didn’t do much beyond general feminization affirmation.

He was grateful for that at least… if it was one of the raunchier ones from his downloads file it would be…

The oil was hot on his scalp, and he felt the gentle touch of Amy’s fingers. He closed his eyes.

You want to be a good girl. A pretty girl.

He nibbled his lip. With his eyes closed and the noise cancelling headphones, it felt like the voice was inside his head. It was definitely having a reaction and he throbbed in the hard and unyielding cage, feeling a little squirt of liquid burst out.

Thank god for this sheet. But I need to adjust the towel, it’s starting to…

He shifted, trying to make sure the little tuck across his breasts was secure. Shifting made him uncomfortably aware of the toy up inside of him. At least, Mistress is not turning it on.

Good girls want to be pretty.

The oil in his hair was not burning, but thick and warm as Amy’s fingers worked it slowly into his scalp. Every slow circle of pressure sent another wave of heat down through his skull. He tried to keep his eyes open, tried to focus on the sound of her voice, but the earbuds made everything feel distant and close at the same time.

This track might not be raunchy but it had that droning frequency that bored into his skull.

Soft. Repetitive.

You are a good girl… You are becoming softer… smaller…

He shifted on the stool aware of the tiny cage and how small it made him feel inside of it. The toy inside him moved with the motion and pressed against something that made his thighs tense. He felt himself leak again, warm and steady beneath the thin towel. The plastic sheet felt like no protection at all.

You do not have a cock. You have a clit. A tiny clit like a girl.

His eyes popped open. This was still one of the tame hypnotracks and normally hearing something like that would do nothing for him… but in this moment…

…naked except for a towel…

…caged…

…with a remote control toy buried inside of him…

…being made over…

…with the warm hot oil…

…and the feeling of Miss Amy’s touch in his hair…

He squirted again, feeling the wet slipperiness between his legs from all of his arousal.

He realized that he was looking up at Amy… and that did not help. Seeing her upside down, looking down at him while she massaged the oil into his hair. She was so pretty and he was…

…trapped… and helpless… and looking like…

…like a sexy, pretty girl… with a sexy female body…

He fought back a moan. It was all too much. He felt the subspace that had been circling him for days now wash over him deeper somehow… it was so hard to stay focused on anything with all the sensation and overloading stimuli.

Amy was talking. He could hear her voice through the earbuds, but it kept fading in and out like she was speaking from another room.

He felt his eyes cross a little trying to focus on her lips and hear what she was saying.

“…been thinking about … talked … last time… whole transformation thing… picture… girls at the …lost their minds…”

He tried to hold onto the words. Something about a picture. Something about a business. His brain kept sliding away from it. She was talking to his Mistress. Not to him. He needed to stop this. He needed to…

BUZZ

He twitched and gasped. The toy inside of him had just exploded for the merest of moments. He felt the hard cage around his trapped cock, unrelenting pressure that would not let him…

“Shhh… sorry, is it too hot?”

Amy leaned in, and he could make out most of the words as long as he was looking at her lips.

He shook his head. He absolutely did not want her to know that he had that pink toy up inside of…

…a sexy female ass…

He slammed his eyes shut and felt Miss Amy resume running fingers through his hair. The fingers on his scalp pressed deeper. Heat spread behind his ears. He felt another slow pulse from the toy and his eyes popped back open. He bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet and fight back the moan, staring at Miss Amy’s lips.

“…starting my own… scary… what if nobody…”

He shifted, and the little tuck in the towel at his breasts gave way. He grabbed for it under the sheet, trying to hold the two parts of the towel together.

…with sexy female tits…

He wriggled with the towel, trying to tuck it back but to no avail… not without massively adjusting which would draw attention and…

BUZZ

… this one was stronger and caused his whole body to tense. He felt like he was seeing stars. His eyes crossing again to look at Miss Amy’s sexy lips as she talked to the Mistress. She wasn’t even looking at him.

Fuck. The towel.

The toy vibration had shocked him so much he had let go of the edge of the towel. He felt it sliding down his body, pooling around his waist. He closed his eyes, trying desperately to think of…

you are just a silly, pretty girl with an empty head and a pair of tits…

… it was so hard to think. The words and droning frequency in his head were more distracting than anything… and…

His stomach tightened. The toy pulsed again, harder this time, and he felt more liquid slip out of him. He shifted without meaning to. The towel shifted around his waist.

He hoped it was at least covering his crotch… the cage… the toy… the growing pool of arousal between his legs…

He saw Miss Amy moving around him, getting tools from her kit and when she got back she used her thumb to lightly rub the oil into his eyebrows as well. He closed his eyes. The touch was so erotic and so…

He gasped.

The pain was a surprise and his eyes popped open.

Amy smiled at him and winked, giving him a “shushing” sound that he couldn’t hear so much as see on her lips. It was the tweezers that made his heart pound somehow harder. She was plucking his…

…with a pretty face…

Pluck.

The pain pulled him out of the trance, but somehow also made him throb in the cage. He shifted and…

BUZZ

Pluck.

He closed his eyes.

He needed to stop this but…

Pluck.

Another sharp little pain bloomed above his eye. Amy was working quickly now, shaping his brows with quick, precise movements. Every time the tweezers closed he felt it, bright and sudden, cutting through the fog for half a second before the warmth and the toy dragged him back under.

Pluck.

He tried to focus on her lips again. She was still talking to the Mistress. Still calm. Still casual. Like this was just another normal appointment.

“…daily paid…every morning…”

The words drifted in and out. His brain felt too slow, too full of heat and the low throb between his legs. He felt like he needed to hear what they were talking about but…

Pluck.

You love looking pretty… You love looking slutty…

The hypno twisted the pain into something else. He felt another slow leak beneath the towel. The sheet rustled when he shifted and he froze, terrified it would draw her attention.

Amy kept working. She was focused on his face now, leaning in close. He could smell her perfume. It was soft and feminine and reminded him of…

…of how I smell…

“…different… looks and…”

He caught that part. “Outfits?”. Something about different looks. His stomach tightened even as the toy gave another slow, deep pulse that made his eyes lose focus for a second. He needed these headphones out of his ears. They were…

BUZZ

He gasped even as Miss Amy pulled more hair from his brow.

“You’re doing good, Leslie. Almost done with this one…”

Her voice was louder talking to him… and watching her lips he could understand her but as she continued to talk she turned her head slightly. Towards the Mistress.

“…sure she… mind…outfits… morning?”

Amy paused for a moment, turning back to study his face. She said something else to the Mistress, something he missed, and then she smiled down at him like she was pleased with her work so far.

…what is happening? What are they talking about… what…

A slutty, sissy girl who needs to look pretty…

Pluck.

He closed his eyes. The hypno was getting harder to ignore almost merging with his own thoughts. He was so tired from lack of sleep… lack of food… lack of release… and he felt…

…submissive…

Every time he tried to think clearly, something pulled him back under… the heat on his scalp, the toy shifting and buzzing, the sharp little stings above his eyes, Amy’s voice drifting through the earbuds like it was coming from underwater.

She kept talking. He caught fragments.

“…portfolio… different vibes… she could be…model…”

A pretty little slut that wants to be seen…

He didn’t know who “she” was. He didn’t have the space in his head to figure it out.

…needs to be seen…

Amy leaned in again, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body. She said something else, something softer, and then she reached for a small mirror.

Items ordered.

The Mistress’s voice cut through everything else, clear and calm in his earbuds.

Leslie’s eyes snapped open and he sat up. The Mistress just ordered something new. Why? What were they talking about. What…

Amy was still smiling. She held the mirror up so he could see his face. His brows looked drastically different. Softer. Arched. Undeniably feminine. He stared at the reflection and felt something twist low in his stomach. This was not something he could just undo… she had made his face feminine…

She said something else to the Mistress, something he couldn’t catch, and then she looked back down at him.

“Thank you, Leslie,” she said, and even though he couldn’t hear her clearly through the earbuds, he could read the words on her lips. “For the opportunity. This wouldn’t be possible without you.”

He didn’t understand what she was thanking him for. His brain was too full of the toy and the heat and the voice in his headphones telling him he was pretty, sexy slut. All he could do was stare up at her, eyes glassy, while the towel stayed pooled around his waist under the sheet.

When Amy leaned in and gave his cheek a kiss, it was the final straw that made all conscious thought disappear.

…a pretty, sexy, slut for everyone to enjoy…

Leslie worried those thoughts might not be the hypnosis…

The hypnosis track thankfully ended…

…like the pretty, slutty girl you were always… meant to be…

Leslie breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe now he could…

A new track started.

It wasn’t gradual. This had a different frequency tone, and an underlying bass beat. It was a new voice in the headphones… a slower more artificial voice. Emptier. The words landed differently.

Empty head… pretty and blank… just a vessel to be filled…

Leslie’s stomach turned. This was one of the Bimbo tracks. The ones reddit said actually work if you listen to them enough. He felt his heart beat faster. He had always told himself the hypnosis was all bullshit. A good masturbatory diversion.. but not real… He didn’t actually believe any of it worked.

Except… right now, with everything else happening, the words felt like they were sliding in too easily.

No thoughts… just pretty and empty…

BUZZ

The toy gave a sudden, sharp pulse deep inside him. Not long, but hard enough to make his hips jerk. He bit his lip and tried to breathe through it. His thoughts scattered before he could catch them.

…be a good girl and be empty…

Amy was still talking to the Mistress. He could see her lips moving, but he couldn’t focus on what she was saying anymore. The new track kept pulling at him.

Good girls don’t need to think… Good girls just obey…

He felt Miss Amy’s hand slip under the plastic sheet reaching for…

Panic hit him instantly. He grabbed at the sheet with his free hand, trying to hold it down, but Amy was already drawing his other arm out. The sheet lifted with the arm. Cool air touching his exposed stomach. He felt the towel shift around his waist and knew he was completely naked from the chest down under the thin plastic.

The fake tits were one thing. They weren’t really his. It was still embarrassing, but… between his legs…

…he didn’t know how much she could see.

Amy glanced down for a second as she positioned his hand in hers. There was a small smile on her face.

You don’t need to think… You just need to be pretty and empty…

BUZZ

Another pulse hit him, slower this time but deeper. It rolled through him and made his thighs tense. He felt himself leak again, warm and steady. His fingers twitched in Amy’s hand.

Amy didn’t react to the movement. She just turned his hand over and started looking at his nails.

“These are pretty bad,” she said, her tone light but still corrective. “You’ve been… haven’t you?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

She kept going turning his hand this way and that to look at it… she was talking to him, but softly and her head was down so he was having a hard time understanding.

“I … last time that if …they were going to lift. And now … Half of them… broken. You can’t … Leslie.”

He didn’t hear all of it, but he heard his name. The way she said it made something twist in his stomach. It didn’t sound mean. It sounded like she was scolding a teenage girl who should have known better. He felt his face get hot.

“Sorry, Ms. Amy…”

He muttered it in the stupid female register he now felt trapped in.

You’re just a dumb, silly Bimbo…

BUZZ

The pulse came without warning. It made his back arch slightly and he had to swallow a sound. Amy didn’t look up but he watched her chuckle. She just kept examining his nails, turning his hand this way and that.

“Ms. Amy… yeah you’re really … aren’t you?”

…you don’t think. You just have to look pretty…

He had no idea what she said… so he just nodded agreement.

“These are … come off,” she said. “All of them… …cheap ones back on… You need … are stronger. Something that’s … if you fidget.”

Even barely being able to hear her, he could tell her tone was matter-of-fact. Like it wasn’t even a question. Like she had already decided what was best for him.

He stared down at his hand in hers and felt strangely small.

You don’t make decisions… You do what you are told…

Amy reached for her tools and started working on the first nail. She was being careful, but she was also being thorough. These weren’t going to come off easily once she was done. He could already tell.

“You’re going to…these better,” she said, almost kindly. “They’re going to … too. More…just like you. No more of …”

BUZZ

The pulse hit again. He squirmed in the chair before he could stop himself. The movement made the toy shift inside him and another slow leak of arousal pulsed out of him. He felt it against his skin and closed his eyes, praying to God that he was covered enough that Miss Amy could not see.

She kept working like she hadn’t noticed anything.

Empty head… empty thoughts… just a pretty empty vessel to put things in…

He tried to focus on anything else. The sound of her tools. The feeling of the plastic sheet against his bare stomach. Anything. But every time he managed to string two thoughts together, another pulse would hit and scatter them again… or another unnerving hypno phrase echoing in his head… or another gentle touch of her hands on his.

Amy moved to the next nail.

“These new ones are … durable,” she said. “You won’t have to worry about … if you want to … or do something with your hands.”

To be used… for pleasure…

Miss Amy was talking like she was doing him a favor. Like she was helping him.

He did not feel helped.

He felt like a girl being dressed up for sale.

…being empty makes you happy…

BUZZ

“…full transformation… not just… hair and makeup…”

…being sexy makes you happy…

She kept shaping his nails as she talked. He only caught pieces.

You are an empty, sexy vessel…for others to use…

BUZZ

The pulse hit without warning. It rolled through him deep and slow, making his thighs tense. He felt another warm leak of arousal slip out of him and closed his eyes for a second.

Amy kept working, no longer talking to him but talking with the Mistress again…

“…going to look so pretty… once I’m done…”

Don’t think… Just edge…

BUZZ

Another pulse hit him while she was curing the first hand under the small portable UV lamp. This one was sharper. It made his hips twitch and he had to bite his lip to stay quiet.

Amy didn’t look at him. She just kept talking to Tress while she worked.

“…it must be…scary… for her… we need to … telling her how pretty she is…”

BUZZ

Throb. Squirt.

…wait…is she talking about me?

A new voice cut into his headphones on top of the droning hypnosis voice and tone. Her voice.

Mistress.

You are a pretty girl, Leslie.

It wasn’t part of the hypno track. It was her. Speaking directly to him.

Be a good little bimbo slut… Everything you do should focus on being a better, brainless, Bimbo.

BUZZ

Another pulse rolled through him. This one was slower, deeper, and it made his back arch slightly off the stool. He felt another fresh leak of arousal and pressed his thighs together.

You are becoming such a pretty girl, Leslie.

The Mistress voice was echoing, merging with the hypnosis track.. but using his name… saying that he…

…oh God… can she see the cage? Can she see the…

BUZZ

He squirmed as she took one of his bare feet in her hand.

“…the more we remind her …looks good… the easier … believe it…”

You are a very pretty girl, Leslie.

Pretty little Bimbo… made to be stared at… made to be touched…

Miss Amy was painting her toes. The same soft, dusty rose color that now was being dried on his fingertips.

“…once everything is cured… he’s going to… foot treatment and peel…morning…”

You are such a pretty girl now, Leslie.

You don’t need to think anymore… You just need to be a pretty little bimbo for everyone to enjoy…

BUZZ

The pulse came. He would have too if not for the cage. Her hand on his foot felt sensual and teasing and… His hips jerk and another slow leak of arousal slip out of him. He couldn’t use his hands to grip anything. He just had to sit there and take it and try not to move…

Amy kept working like nothing was happening.

“…once his …and toes …we can move on to…”

Good girl. You are a pretty girl.

Such a pretty little slut… You were always meant to look like this…

She stayed eye-level with his lap the entire time she worked on her toes, occasionally glancing up at him with that same small, unreadable smile while the two voices in his headphones kept pushing in on top of her voice talking to a Mistress he could not hear.

Empty head… empty thoughts… just a pretty empty vessel to put things in…

You are a pretty girl, Leslie.

Made to be used… made to be filled…

BUZZ