Joe was wearing a pink satin chemise gown with spaghetti straps, trying to ignore what was under it.Joe was wearing a pink satin chemise gown with spaghetti straps, trying to ignore what was under it. His breasts had finally stopped growing, but it was too late as far as Joe was concerned; the new appendages were immense. Joe didn't joke about needing a bra anymore. Now he wondered when he'd be given one to take the considerable strain of supporting the pendulous mammaries off of his pectoral muscles. "Good morning Joe. This is Betsy. She's a cosmetologist and will be working on you today." Joe groaned inwardly. He'd suspected that this would happen sooner or later. It seemed that every occurrence brought him closer to Dr. van Damme's promised outcome. Betsy fussed around Joe's face. He felt her applying make-up to his lips, eyelids, and cheeks. When she was done, she took Joe's picture. The process was repeated several times. Betsy was talking with Dr. van Damme as Dave Weinstein, Monica, and a strange man looked on. "What color is his hair going to be," asked Betsy. "Blonde." Replied Dr. van Damme. Thinking "As if we ever had a choice." "In that case, I'd recommend this style." "That's too subdued. I had something a little more extreme in mind." "That we can do." Said Betsy, getting some colored markers and making changes to the close-up photographs of Joe's made up face. When she was finished Dr. van Damme smiled and nodded her approval. "What do you think?" She asked the strange man. Looking at the pictures, he replied, "No problem. Child's play. I'll go get my gear ready." After he left, Dr. van Damme addressed Dave Weinstein. "While Joe is under for this, I want you to remove the block on his transvestite programming." "Please get up and come with me Joe." Joe had been expecting lunch, which was late. Instead here was Monica telling him to come with her. |