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The cold war 14
🕑 Added 2021-04-13 15:45:41 +0000 UTCChapter 08 – Getting into character
Having just completed his morning exercise routine and shower, Ben wandered into Irina’s room as he prepared himself for another day tottering around as Bunny. Now proficient enough to do his own makeup and dress himself, he no longer needed Irina's help but having no clothes of his own, Ben still had to collect his outfit for the day.
Walking in, feeling hungry and tired, Ben looked over at Irina, “Reeny, can’t I just pick out an outfit in the evening? It would make things so much easier”?
Irina rolled her eyes, partly from being called by the nickname she hated, and partly from hearing the same complaint she heard every morning, “leave it with me ok, I've got something worked out”, she replied from in front of her vanity where she was straightening her hair, “now, get dressed”.
Looking over to the closet door, where his outfit for the day usually hung, waiting for him, Ben suddenly felt a little confused, “um… are we not going to the office today”? He asked, not seeing the type of outfit he was expecting.
“Not today”, Irina replied, “Mamulya will be heading in, we have other plans”.
“Let me guess, we’re going to a costume party dressed as hookers”, Ben said, picking up one of the thigh-high platform boots, which had been placed on the floor next to his outfit.
“Ha-ha, very funny, it’s called fashion, Bunny, “Irina announced without looking, “over the knee boots are in, and trust me you’ll be glad you’re wearing them once you get outside, it’s going to be a cold day today”.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be real glad”, Ben scoffed, “so where are we going today anyway”?
“Let’s just say we need to complete your transformation”, Irina replied with catching his eye through the mirror and smirking.
Ben gulped, “finish my transformation? What does that mean”? He said with a nervous tone.
Irina put down her hair straighteners and span around to face him, “Listen, when you asked to help out around the office, Mamulya wasn’t happy that I let you”.
“Really! What doesn’t she want me to help? She doesn’t think I’m capable”, Ben replied waving his arms around.
“Oh, stop pouting”, Irina stated, “It’s not like that, she just doesn’t want to embarrass the business, if some of the more traditional clients found out you were a sissy boy, our reputation would be ruined”.
“Don’t call me that”, Ben stated eyeballing her.
“Fine, an effeminately dressed boy, but my point remains”, she stated, "nobody can know".
“That's not exactly something I want either, you know"? Ben replied”, the last thing I want is for anyone to find out who I really am”.
Irina smiled, “I know, that’s why we just need to make a few minor tweaks to your appearance, nothing major, just a few finishing touches if you like, so no one finds out you’re a boy, ok”?
Ben nodded, “ok, I guess I’ve come this far, at this point, I can’t imagine what else you could do to me”.
“Oh, you’d be surprised, now go and get dressed”, Irina ordered, “we leave in an hour”.
A few hours later, Irina’s words, “a few minor tweaks”, were running through Ben’s head as he sat in the cushioned chair of a fancy hair salon, staring at the masses upon masses of hair cascading over his shoulders, ending just above his backside.
The difference the new hairstyle made to his appearance was startling, framing his face on either side with choppy bangs cut in, making him look unmistakably feminine.
The sewn-in hair extensions had been a time consuming and boring process as Ben had just sat there staring at the strands, of what he was told were human hair, being bonded to his own as his head grew heavier and heavier.
He had to admit, the image now looking back at him from the mirror, was definitely cute and completely changed his look. His new hair colour, a mixture of brown highlights on a darker base, looked more natural than the flashier platinum blonde colour he had woken up with that morning, which was exactly the reason Irina had decided to change it, she wasn’t happy being a blonde and now had a hairstyle and colour very similar to Ben's, minus the bangs.
If the trip to the salon wasn’t shocking enough, the second stop of the day was an experience that would remain in Ben's memories for a long time to come. After a short cab ride, the pair were dropped off outside a plain-looking building with no sign to indicate what awaited inside. But after following Irina through the two sets of doors, what awaited Ben inside was scarier, than even he had imagined.
The store was some kind of adult fetish shop, with all manner of clothing, wigs, sex toys, and a plethora of other unrecognisable objects strewn across the store. Ben watched as Irina bound up to a cute looking saleswoman in the middle of the store and embraced her with a warm hug, the two then proceeded to speak in Russian as Ben, looked around the store amazed by the odd-shaped items hanging from the walls and ceiling.
“Bunny”, Irina announced as Ben continued to look around in a daze, “Bunny, wake up!”
Ben jumped, making him stumble slightly on his tall platform heels before turning to face the women, staring at Irina with fear in his eyes.
“This is Dasha, she is going to help you complete your look”, Irina announced.
“Hello, Bunny, there is a dressing room behind me, go inside and take off all your clothes”, Dasha stated bluntly.
“What? But… I…”, a shocked Ben mumbled before being interrupted by Irina, “It’s ok, Dasha knows about your extra parts, she’s going to help, trust me, everything will be ok”.
Ben was hesitant as he knew what awaited him behind the curtain, was not going to be a pleasant experience, but he did trust Irina, although well capable of inflicting humiliation and embarrassment on him, he somehow knew, when it came to safety, she would never intentionally put him in danger.
Nodding his head slowly, he trotted off into the changing room without uttering another word as he heard Dasha say that she would join him in a few moments.
“A few minor tweaks”, Irina’s words from earlier again ran through Ben’s head as he stared horrified at the feminine figure in the mirror in front of him. He was glad to no longer be stood there naked, but the lingerie set that included stockings and garters, that Irina had brought in to show off his new curves were messing with his mind.
It was like he was looking at another person, and that person was an attractive young woman. Starting at his stocking-clad feet standing on the cold tiled floor, Ben scanned up his feminine looking figure, his shapely long legs seemed to extend up forever before ending in a worryingly plump set of hips and buttocks, thanks to the morning exercises.
The sight of such smooth long legs dressed only in lingerie was getting Ben a little hot and bothered, which was now a slightly uncomfortable experience with his manhood now straining against the gaff fitted between his legs, holding it tightly in place, and leaving the front of his silky black panties completely flat.
Taking a deep breath, he continued to scan up, past his now tiny waist, Irina’s strange vegan diet with all the rules, having had the desired effect, only to be greeted by the most shocking change, two huge heavy fleshy mounds, bonded firmly to his chest, the seams now somehow invisible thanks to Dasha and her makeup magic.
The sight of his new breasts, made him shudder slightly, making them wobble disturbingly as he felt his newly extended hair brush against his bare back, and his heart-shaped earrings tapping gently against his cheeks. For the first time since he had agreed to the challenge, Ben was having serious second thoughts as his brain tried to comprehend, how one of the sexiest women he had ever seen, was his own reflection.
(See image 8.1)
