I was going to die. The thought repeated over and over in my head. As I stepped off the train I was greeted by a team of freaks. They said they were going to 'style' me. Whatever that meant I had no idea. They guided me into a room where they ordered me to strip. I tentatively did so. Once in my boxer shorts a stern voice shouted
'The underwear as well – we need to fix everything'
I removed them and laid on an iron table in front of me. The freaks came in, and began to speak with one another. Totally ignoring me as if I was an inanimate object.
'Have they never heard of a razer blade in 12? Going to have to do the full works with this one' A pink haired women said as she got some eye brow clippers out, and got to work.
They started from my eye brows down which wasn't bad. I then had to go into a hot bath which was a pleasant experience. A number of products were rubbed into my head, and crotch. I was washed down thoroughly. After I hopped out they asked me to lie back down on the table this time they strapped me down. I was worried at this point, but relaxed. Everything until now had been pretty nice. The pink haired lady produced some gel and started rubbing it into my groin, and under my arms, it was fine until there was an intense burning. I screamed out, and tried to pull away but I couldn't. They then started to smear the gel onto my ass hole which started burning intensely. After 5 minutes they washed of what they put on me and sweat relied filled my mind.
'The bad stuff is just starting honey, get ready' The pink haired lady remarked seeming thoroughly bored.
She produced a device which she filled with a liquid, and a long pipe on. I had no idea what was going to happen until it was inserted the pipe firmly up my ass. It burned I could feel my bladder filling and I had to use the loo, but it wouldn't stop.
'We're about half way through shouldn't be too long' one stylist said in an off handed manner.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore the liquid stopped. The pipe was hit out and something else inserted. I tried to excrete, but to my horror I couldn't. Whilst this happened my hair was styled, and what I presumed was make up applied. After 10 minutes the device was removed and I was permitted to use loo. The smell was awful and it was the longest bathroom break i'd taken. After the final drops of liquid were out of my system, and a final wash was done. I was allowed to leave to meet 'Porsha'. I looked in the mirror at myself and to my amazement I looked sort off cute. My hair and face were very boyish and I had no hair on my body from the eye brows down. I looked a bit like a fairy tale prince. I was in awe at how my skin was shining, and how my frame was now truly being shown off. I guess it wasn't the worst thing.
