This choice: A mewling cry, "N..No... No... No, I don't." you quake out your answer. • Go Back...Chapter #7A mewling cry, "N..No... No... No, I don't!" by: Mr. George   Her smile widens, as she nods until you echo her movements. "Yes, you do, you just need a little more convincing."
She helps you up from the bed, again you feel how petite you are. Almost a head shorter than your mistress. Looking out the window, you're intimidated by the vast neon cityscape. Garish and alien.
"You're not going to run away..." she says, a prediction and a warning. "Someone less kind might discover you." she warns.
You cling to her arm as she leads you out onto the streets. They're overwhelmingly busy. Even though the men loom over her, and barely notice you. She struts confidently with the expectation of her way being clear. It works!
Too soon, you reach your destination. It's a hideously girly pink beauty parlour. The pictures in the window giving you a chilling insight into your expected final appearance.
She drives you before her, the receptionist bowing low, inviting you both further inside. Taking in the beauticians, they share that same pink look. The one who doesn't stand out is Mistress Marie.
Yet, she commands obedience by her mere presence. Dominating everyone nearby, yourself included.
Instead of leading you to the waiting area. She guides you to a large recliner in front of a mirror. Her scowl sufficient to summon an assistant. Their objections are quickly swallowed, as more are summoned to tend to you.
Marie gives them their instructions, no-one even ventures to ask what you want. Though a cup of tea arrives for you once the pampering treatment starts. With the seat reclined, you try to enjoy the attention you're receiving. But, unable to see their progress, the mirror only casting a reflection of the ceiling from the edge of your vision.
You catch a glimpse of pink hair dye, and the various brushes, potions and lotions all shades, and aromas, all fruity and fresh.
You only sense it's over, as you open your eyes, to see Marie glowering down at you. Her opinion the only one which matters. Until her look softens, and she nods her satisfaction.
The chair rises back, until you catch your reflection. As you suspected and dreaded it's as girly as you feared. Ultra-long lashes frame eyes wide and innocent. The make-up extravagent, is countered by the provocatively lush lips you possess.
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Aghast at your girly look, you try to cover your shock. Only to discover the manicurist's work is just as exquisitely girly.
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Marking you as the submissive as she purrs, "My cute kitty... 俺の可愛い子猫。"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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