Doll House - The Salon Pt. 01

(Continued from "The Interview")

My mind was still reeling. Did that actually just happen? Did I just sign the next year away? For a million dollars? To be feminized? ...And I thought it was hot?

I had played around with cross dressing several years ago after a raucous Rocky Horror Picture Show experience in college. The film club I belonged to had scored a great group rate at a local theater doing one of those special Halloween participation showings of the film and convinced me that "I'd make a great Brad." I had no idea what they were talking about but soon found out! I wasn't exactly crazy about the movie, but the wildness of it all was lots of fun, and even though I looked pretty awful I enjoyed the carefree spirit of the night. When I had gotten home that evening, I kept the stockings, panties, and cheap corset on longer than I really needed to... Something about it was very alluring, though I didn't know how to describe it, even to myself.

Shortly after that, I had hooked up with Megan. She was my dream girl... At the time, anyway. About a month into the relationship I mentioned the trip with the film club and "joked" that I wouldn't mind trying on some lingerie again. Suffice to say Megan's reaction was one of displeasure, to put it nicely; she didn't want to date "some sissy boy" who wasn't a "real man." Resolving to preserve the relationship, I put the whole ordeal out of my mind and chalked it up to a harmless episode that didn't need further exploring.

"Right through here, Samantha." The sound of the receptionist's voice pulled me back to reality. Before us was a large set of frosted glass double doors - "THE SALON" printed across them in large pink letters that reminded of me Medieval calligraphy in their level of detail. The receptionist gestured toward the door, her perfectly manicured nails flashing momentarily under the lights. She smiled sweetly as I looked from her to the door and back, clearly having been lost in thought.

"It's alright, sweetie... I know there must be a lot going on upstairs. Don't you worry - you made a wonderful choice." She turned and began clicking back down the hallway. My hand rested lightly on the doorknob as I couldn't help but stare as she moved gracefully away, my eyes bouncing back and forth with the swaying of her hips, perfectly framed by her leather pencil skirt. She suddenly looked back and giggled knowingly, turning the corner as she laughed. Blushing, I looked down and realized I was very obviously still aroused... hopefully I wasn't making a terrible impression with my new employers. With a deep breath, I slowly turned the knob and stepped inside.

The salon was a very modern looking boutique spa, but with a couple major differences: where most salons have large mirrors on the walls for clients to see the work being done, this particular room had pink and white velvet curtains lining the walls. Additionally, while it was by no means a small space, there was just a single styling chair on one side, close to the curtains. On the other side of the room were several desks littered with polish, hair products, and various types of makeup. Towards the back I noticed a small partition and what seemed to be a substantial clothes rack with all manner of clothing on it, almost all of it various shades of pink, with a little bit of white mixed in. Finally, in the corner towards the front of the room was a luxurious looking pink bathtub with several products stacked neatly on a nearby ledge, partially obscured by a vintage looking room divider with a stunningly beautiful floral design.

I had barely taken everything in when a tall woman appeared from behind the partition. Her ebony skin was smooth as glass, highlighted by a small but incredibly effective amount of makeup. Her hair went down to her chest and had an impressive volume to it; I could make out subtle red highlighting at the tips that gave it a special flare. She wore a tight, dark blue jumpsuit that highlighted her small waist while accentuating her hips and breasts. The zipper was pulled down to show a generous portion of beautiful, round breasts. The silver knee high platform boots made it seem as if her legs went for miles... the giant heels on them didn't hurt either. Damn, I thought to myself, every woman who works here is drop-dead gorgeous. This is ridiculous!

"You must be Samantha - perfect timing, I was just finishing up preparations... Come on in, honey, don't be shy!" Her hands rested on her hips and she was posed as if she belonged on a vintage pinup poster. I smiled nervously and made my way toward the center of the room. "You can call me Miss Hunter."

"Yes, Miss Hunter. This is an interesting place!" Small talk was never a strong suit of mine. I looked around once more after making it toward the center of the room, my eyes resting on the statuesque beauty before me. I could feel her sizing me up, much like Miss Sterling had earlier. Although a broad smile crossed her face, I felt compelled to lower my eyes in her presence. I saw her face brighten even more with my peripheral vision.

"Aw... you are going to make an excellent assistant, honey." I couldn't help but blush. "As I'm sure you noticed, there aren't really any mirrors in here, or they're all covered up. Miss Sterling likes it that way for the initial makeover. She'll talk for weeks about the look on each gurl's face as they see themselves for the first time... It's always a blast!" Miss Hunter chuckled to herself, clearly amused. "Now, we have lots to do this afternoon, so we'll need to get busy. While you're here I will also be explaining some of the basics of your new... situation."

She moved toward me, gripping me firmly by my shoulder and arm at the elbow, guiding me toward the tub. I was surprised by her strength and felt as though I could melt in her arms - her energy exuded an unmistakable sense of control. She placed me next to the tub and disappeared for a brief few seconds behind the room divider. Humming to herself, she slowly wheeled out what appeared to be a modified gurney with stirrups. The padding had been reupholstered in a soft, baby pink, and rosy pink cuffs were attached to the stirrups and near the middle of the bed. There were also two larger pink straps that appeared to go across the chest and lower body. All the cuffs had heart padlocks attached that, despite their shape, looked to be heavy-duty. My eyes widened upon seeing it, and I couldn't hold back a small gulp.

"Would you kindly strip for me, honey?" There was a subtle power behind the words; it was clear there was more of a command to it than the delivery initially indicated.

"Yes, Miss Hunter." I snapped into action, unbuttoning my shirt quickly but trying to appear as composed as possible. I wasn't convinced I was having much success, as Miss Hunter stood nearby, smirking.

"When you're finished, stand with your legs spread apart a little bit, your hands at your sides. I'll need to get a good look at you." She slid back behind the room divider, continuing to hum to herself.

"Yes, Miss." I could feel myself getting more and more embarrassed as the clothing continued to come off. As I reached my sock and underwear, I paused momentarily, glancing toward the room divider. Various noises came from behind it, but Miss Hunter had not yet returned. I cleared my throat and pulled off the rest of my clothing, trying to set it off to the side neatly. I then stood as she had asked and waited for her to return from behind the divider.

As she rounded the divider, Miss Hunter's humming became slower and more accented, her eyes scanning me up and down. Her gaze made me feel vulnerable, the sly, wolfish grin a reminder of the helplessness of my situation. "Miss Sterling has done quite well this time, I must admit! You are going to look mighty fine, Samantha. Just you wait!" She abruptly pinched my cheek with her free hand, causing instant flashbacks of the way my grandmother used to handle me when we visited in my youth. I didn't have much time to reflect, however, as the items in her other hand captured my attention.

Miss Hunter was pinching the top of a clear bag that contained a small metallic object that looked very much like a knife, along with two pink canisters. Before I had a chance to ask, Miss Hunter began outlining our time together.

"Well honey, first things first... In order to make you Samantha, we need you to get much closer to looking like a Samantha! Step number one is to take care of some shaving." She raised the bag toward her face, jingling it around with glee. "This is usually my favorite part with the new gurls. I get to use my straight edge razor! And don't worry... I haven't hurt anyone too badly!" She teased. I tensed.

Her free hand began lightly caressing my chest and shoulders. It was as if a feather was being dragged across my body; the sensation was so airy and playful, I couldn't help but immediately fall in love with it. It took effort to continue focusing on her words.

"The fine researchers here at Sterling have come up with some pretty incredible beauty care products that we can utilize. They aren't quite market ready yet but we've seen the results, and believe me honey, you will like what you see! The layman's version is these creams will inhibit body hair growth by about ninety percent... you're not super hairy to begin with, so you should see some fantastic results." Her hand began slowly traveling lower, towards my pelvis and lower back. "Mmmm, yes... most of your hair is already fine, so this should go very well. The rest of the hair growth will be stopped by your pill regimen, while you'll find that the hair on your head will grow about 250 percent faster for the first month."

Even the meandering hand couldn't distract me from that number. "250 percent, Miss? That's incredibly quick! I've only let my hair get just a little shaggy and that took four months when I was in college."

"Yes, honey, 250 percent. Miss Sterling doesn't want her gurls to look like boys, after all! We'll get you to the specified length and then later on in your assignment you might earn the chance to make some changes." Before I could fully unpack her explanation, I suddenly felt her hand grazing ever so lightly against my cock and balls. "For now though, after we shave and bathe you, we'll have to make do with what we've got... I'm thinking a special pixie cut might be in order."

I could barely concentrate on anything other than her hand. I was already getting hard and she had barely begun playing with me. She let out a soft laugh as her finger gently wandered toward my ass. I felt a chill and my body slightly shuddered as her finger very slightly broached my hole. I breathed in sharply, surprised and how much I liked it. I suddenly realized my eyes were closed and opened them widely, seeing Miss Hunter directly in front of me, a look of delight on her face. My cock was rock hard. "That's right, sugar... Now do me a favor and lie down on your belly on the gurney here."

"Yes Miss." My body felt lethargic and heavy as I made my way to the gurney. I carefully rested on top of it, placing my head in the open rest and staring at the floor. I saw Miss Hunter's boots fly in and out of my vision as she continued speaking to me, sensuously rubbing lotion into my back, ass, and legs.

"Usually this whole process takes a couple of hours; sometimes less, sometimes more. It depends on how much we have to deal with. After we take care of the shaving, We'll go ahead and bathe you with some special salts and compounds that will begin softening your skin a bit. Then we'll head over to the styling chair and take care of your hair. After that, I'll spend some time doing nails and makeup." I could feel my cock straining against the padding of the gurney. Why was this so hot? I didn't really care, all I knew was that I was enjoying the treatment.

"Eventually, you'll be doing most of the work yourself. You'll still see me for hair styling, and you won't have to worry about shaving much, but I and some of the other gurls will be teaching you more about makeup and how you can achieve your look on your own. Of course, we don't expect that from day one and we want to start you off on the right heel." I could sense the amusement in her voice. I couldn't help but smirk myself.

I was so relaxed that I hadn't even realized Miss Hunter had begun shaving me. The blade was sharpened so well that it barely registered as it crossed effortlessly over my skin, removing any cream and the hair with it. I saw as globs of cream and a bit of hair hit the ground around the gurney. It felt as though she had attended to nearly everything when she slowed down coming back up toward my ass. "Stay very still, sugar. I have to do some precision work around your butt. Miss Sterling will be very unhappy if we have issues... and you do not want her unhappy."

"Yes, Miss." I stayed perfectly still, focusing all my energy on keeping everything perfectly rigid. I felt as though I could sense a pin dropping from the other side of the room. Miss Hunter moved the blade swiftly around my asshole, the blade cold as it brushed my skin. Within a few moments it was over.

"Wonderful job, honey. Now I need you to turn over. Place your feet inside the stirrups, there."

"Yes, Miss." I carefully turned over, feeling the air rush over my denuded backside. It was an incredible rush! I slowly slid down the gurney until my feet rested in the stirrups. Even the padding was a new and glorious sensation on my back. I had never realized how much hair made a difference in how we feel materials...

Miss Hunter began running her fingers along my chest, slowly swirling her way towards my groin yet again. "This is my favorite part, sugar; it's going to be a little different. Do me a favor and bring your hand up toward those restraints?" She had the look of a tiger ready to pounce on its prey in the wild. I didn't feel in danger but certainly sensed a change in the room's energy

"Y-yes, Miss." My hands went limply toward the restrains. She seemed to absolutely love that. "My, quite the docile one, aren't we? I love that you already have the good sense to obey... some of the other gurls struggled with that in the beginning." Her gaze was intense but full of pleasure as she began wrapping the restraints around my wrists, locking them in place. They were firm, but not overly tight. I definitely wasn't going anywhere. She then floated toward my ankles, repeating the procedure. As she locked the final cuff, I could have sworn I saw her lick her lips. Dinner was served.

Her predatory manner was enhanced by a sudden change in posture but was at odds with her gentle caressing of my body. I fell into a nearly hypnotic trance as she spread the cream along my body, creating a sumptuous lather. She playfully danced her hands around my junk in a titillating manner, clearly enjoying herself in the process. As she finished lathering me, I felt her hand come back up toward my head. Lost in ecstasy, I left my eyes closed and hardly noticed the position of the gurney change, or when there was a sudden pressure along the top of my head. "Oops! I almost forgot..." she cooed, "I like it when the gurls have their eyes open."

Without warning I felt a pull at my eyelids, followed by the sudden coldness of steel along my eyes. I realized I was mostly sitting up and could see my body covered in the pink lather. I tried to blink and was quickly stopped by this new contraption. My inability to move my head left or right began to stir some panic; I felt my arms twitch but they were caught by the restraints. My breathing intensified as adrenaline flooded my system.

"Aw, it's OK honey... Relax..." Her voice was reassuring, even though my current situation was anything but. Her hands once again traveled along my body, a calming energy entering my body. After several moments, my breathing slowed. I was at peace again.

"Very good, sugar. Now that thing on your head is just a set of specula, to keep your eyes open; it shouldn't hurt you, especially because of that strap across your head. You're safe here, don't you worry!" She smiled broadly. "I just like for the gurls to watch my handiwork."

Miss Hunter spent a great deal of time opening up the straight razor in front of me: examining the handle at all angles, opening it slowly, almost menacingly. She brought it down at a glacial pace toward my body. Somehow, the blade seemed to catch every damn light in the room, constantly glimmering as it came closer and closer to my chest.

"I keep this blade incredibly sharp... That's why it does such a wonderful job," She bragged as she slowly and effortlessly began moving the hair from my chest. "I hardly have to do anything at all. It does make this blade awfully dangerous, however..." Her eyes shot up to mine, followed quickly by a devilish grin. In an instant her eyes were back down, looking toward the blade.

"Oops! My hand must have slipped," she smiled. I zeroed in on where the blade was and watched a slight amount of blood appear from nowhere, underneath my left nipple. Several seconds later, I felt the sting of the open wound. Amazingly, I wouldn't have believed I'd been cut if I hadn't seen the blood, the blade was so sharp. I could tell from her demeanor that Miss Hunter was very pleased with this new development. "I'll. Just. Have. To. Be. More. Careful!" She enunciated each word in a singsong, with a staccato delivery that betrayed her true intentions.

Miss Hunter continued to deftly shave, removing hair at an impressive pace around the chest. As she began the other side, I could see her eyes light up as she intentionally made a swipe at a slightly overextended angle. Another line of blood began forming on my right ribs. I breathed deeply, the pain stingy but not overbearing. I could tell she was cutting me exactly the way she wanted.

"My oh my, again!" She fretted mockingly. "I am just sloppy today! I'll need to focus much more.. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious nipples..." The blade was suddenly precariously close to my nipple, hovering and ready to strike. Her eyes locked with mine as my hands clenched. My breathing became more pronounced. It seemed like time itself slowed down as she lowered the blade toward my nipple. With an elegant slice, the hair and lather around the nipple was gone. I braced myself for the worst... but no blood showed up.

Miss Hunter laughed heartily. "Ahh, Samantha! Don't you trust me?" She closed distance, breathing heavily with her face just inches from mine. The blade had come right up to my neck. "I would certainly hope so... One wrong move now and you'd bleed out before help could arrive," she uttered with a fierce energy.

The blade slowly made its way across my neck. I felt as if it had to travel for miles, each little bit crucially important. Even the air in the room seemed to stop moving. Seconds felt like minutes. I didn't even realize that I had completely stopped breathing, suspending all motion.

Finally, the blade was toward the end of its trajectory. All was well. Just as she was about to finish, Miss Hunter flicked the blade speedily along the side of my neck. I hissed from the pain.

"Oh, sugar... it's nothing, really. It'll heal up in no time." Miss Hunter looked down at her handiwork, clearly content with her work. "Some days I surprise myself," she mused. Her face traveled slowly toward my neck until all I could see was her hair. I suddenly felt a moist warmth where the cut had been; she was kissing the wound, moving her tongue sensuously along it. "Mmm, yes honey. You're doing great..."