It just squashed his breasts together and offered them up for public inspection.It just squashed his breasts together and offered them up for public inspection. Monica wrapped a white patent leather belt around his waist and gave him a matching purse. Taking an atomizer, she sprayed Joe with perfume; behind his knees, between his breasts, on his neck and shoulders. Joe was enveloped in an intoxicating fragrance. Monica put the bottle in his bag, then removed the curlers from his hair. Lifting Joe's golden curls, she placed a fine gold chain around his neck. Attached to it was a locket which settled in his cleavage. Joe picked it out. "I wonder what this is?" he thought. Joe found a tiny latch and managed to open it. Inside was a picture of himself; before any of the changes. Joe just stared at it, surprised that he wasn't annoyed at this final humiliation. The drug had kicked in Joe was not in control of his emotions. Rather than anger or hate, some other passion built."I wasn't a bad looking hunk," thought Joe as Monica brushed out his hair. Joe didn't know it but he was getting turned on by his own picture. His nipples stiffened and then he felt a well-known commotion in his crotch. He was getting a hard on."Is it possible?" Joe wondered. "Maybe my cock isn't gone, just hidden." Joe resolved to check it out at the first opportunity, as he shut the locket and returned it to the valley between his boobs. Monica put some dangling gold earrings in his multiple-pierced ears and gave him a gold link bracelet and a huge aquamarine ring. Slipping the ring on his right ring-finger, Monica told him, "Remember this Joe, aquamarine is your new birth-stone." "What do you mean?" "Well you're a new man, so to speak, so we'll use the day you were made to celebrate your birthday from now on." Joe followed Monica, finding it was much easier to walk without his balls being pinched all the time. He liked the feel of leather on his skin, the way his hair bounced when he walked and brushed against his shoulders and back, and especially he liked the perfume he wore. |