Sissy School - Chapter 4 - The Makeover

The Sissy Salon looked just like any other on the inside. As we walked in there were sissy's in chairs getting perms, highlights, haircuts, etc.  We were greeted by a beautiful woman in a sexy black dress with fishnet stockings underneath. She immediately radiated confidence and power as she came forward to introduce herself "Hello, my name is Minerva, how can I help you?" she said in a seductive voice.

"He needs a makeover," Tyrone said, not even giving Minerva a second glance.

"Hmmm...and just what are we wanting today? Mani? Pedi? Extensions? Enema? --"

"The works." said Tyrone.

Minerva smiled, looking me over as if imagining something else was there instead of me.  After all day of being inspected by every store owner, I was getting extremely tired of being examined like a piece of cattle. Finally, she smiled and called back behind her, "Girls? Someone needs the Deluxe Package!"

Immediately three other girls appeared from nowhere.  They let out a high-pitched giggle as they clapped their hands and came over to surround and inspect me.  They had blonde, brown, and red hair, as if it were planned that way to complement Minerva's black hair.

They giggled and teased as they lifted my skirt and inspected my tiny package underneath. "Oooh he's a wittle guy!" said the blonde.

"A hairy one too!" said the red.

"And look at these nails" said the brown holding my hand.

"Whelp! Looks like we've got our work cut out for us ladies!" said the blonde again. 

Minerva and Tyrone smiled as the three girls led me through the salon past the sissies strapped in chairs, they glanced up at me and smirked as I walked by, my humiliation obviously making them feel better about getting their eyebrows tweezed or the facial mask they had on.

When we reached the back of the salon we stopped at a door that read "Transformation Room".

"This is it," the brunette said, "This is the last time you will ever look like a real man again!" and they all laughed.

I was terrified of what might lie behind that door. But when they opened it up, it was just an empty,  tiny white room similar to what you'd see in a mental hospital.

They led me in and closed the door behind me. 

"Okay sissy! Time to get nakey! Strip!" said the redhead, I still wasn't used to people calling me 'sissy'.

It was intimidating having all 3 girls watch me with their arms crossed. I didn't know what to do, or even where to start with all these new clothes...

"Awww! Looks like somewon's a wittle shyy!!" cooed the blonde.

"Let's help him out, girls!" said the brunette.

They all swarmed me again, a flurry of soft and dainty hands undoing straps and bows on my dress and corsett, unlocking the padlocks on my heels with some sort of master key, and pulling my panties down to my ankles.

Before I knew it, I was standing there in nothing but my tiny metal chastity device. I tried to cover up, shivering from the cold room and the intensely humiliating feeling of having three beautiful, clothed females staring down at you laughing hysterically at how pathetic i must have looked.

"Come on..." the blonde said, taking pity on me. She grabbed my hand and turned me around "it's time for the real fun to start!"

We faced the white wall of the room, I checked back to her to make sure this where she wanted me. She just smiled and waited as the other two girls approached the wall.

Sure enough, there was a faint outline of a door that could be seen.  Red and Brown opened the door to reveal another small room. This one looked like a bathroom without the toilet. There was tile floor and walls and, as I was led in I noticed shackles hanging from the ceiling.

I was so mesmerized I barely noticed Blonde and Red raise my arms and shackle them above me while Brown spread my legs and shackled my feet to the floor.

"This is just to keep you still honey..." the Blonde said, noticing the panic on my face as my brain caught up with reality.

"Yea...the boys tend to get pretty wiggly during this part..." the Brunette laughed while Red grabbed what looked like 3 hairspray bottles and gave them to the other girls.

The bottles did not contain hairspray though, instead the girls squirted a pink foam into their hands that resembled shaving cream.  They started coating my body in the cream.  Covering my arms, legs, chest and buttcheeks completely in the stuff.

The foam felt nice at first. Fluffy and warm and somehow making me feel less naked.

But after about 15 seconds I quickly learned what the foam was for. Every inch of my skin that was covered by the foam suddenly felt like it was on fire.  I struggled and pulled at the chains as it felt like I was being burned alive. I screamed the most hideous of screams.  

The girls didn't seem surprised at all though.  Blonde and Brunette looked kind of bored and Red just admired her own nails while they waited for the foam to do its job.

After about three minutes of this hell, the burning finally subsided. I collapsed, letting the chains from the ceiling hold me upright. I closed my eyes and panted heavily.

I was instantly shocked back to life as ice cold water from the shower head above me started raining down.  All of the foam was washed off, and all of my body hair went along with it, circling down into the drain below.

The ice shower actually felt good on my bare skin, but immediately made me shiver once the Blonde let go of the lever and the water stopped.

"MUCH better!" cooed the Brunette. Admiring the work the foam did, rubbing her hands along my now baby smooth chest.  She went behind me and inspected my ass, squeezing my cheeks apart.

"Oh no!" she cried in faint disappointment, "looks like we missed a spot..."

"Yea! And on his wittle sissy sack too!" said Red, inspecting my balls.

"Noo! NOO!" I screamed, realizing what they were about to do as the Blonde came at me with more foam. The skin on my chest legs and arms was bad enough, I couldn't imagine how bad the burn would be on my taint and balls. "Please!! NOOO! PLEASE!!!" I begged. But my mouth was soon stuffed with a ballgag by Brunette.

"That's enough of that." she whispered in my ear wickedly. "You squealed like quite the wittle piggy before! But you haven't felt anything yet!"

It felt like someone was wiping my butt as the Blonde applied the foam between my crack, then lathered up my balls.

All i could do was wait for the impending pain and --even with my high expectations-- I underestimated just how bad it would feel.

You know when you accidentally pull a hair from your balls or scratch them a little too hard and it feels like they're burning? Yea, multiply that by 6,000.

If I didn't have the gag in my wife probably would have heard me screaming from her house.

The girls did giggle this time as they watched me wriggle back and forth and moan into my gag in pain.

"There we go! All nice and baby smooth!" They said after showering me down with the cold water a second time.

"Now let's go get you looking more like a baby!"

I was led into the next room, which looked just like an over-sized baby nursery.

I struggled as they led me over to the changing table next to the giant pink crib.  They were easily able to overpower me, holding my arms down as they clapped them in chains coming from under the table. They did the same to my legs but the chains not only ran through the table, but had a chain that ran all the way up to the ceiling as well.

Once my ankles were cuffed, Brunette hoisted the other end of the chain, cranking it to cause my legs to raise upward.

This is it...I thought. THIS is where they put me in diapers.

But again I was preemptive, as Red rolled up something that looked like an IV bag, only it was Red, and instead of putting the end of the tube in my arm, she started aiming much lower.

"Little gurls need to be all cleaned out before they go off to slut it up at school!" she said as she inserted the end of the tube into my sore butthole.

I shifted uncomfortably, causing the chains to clink. But that discomfort was nothing compared to when she opened the valve of the tube.

Immediately I felt a warm, burning sensation in my insides. Quite the opposite of the feeling I felt in the previous room.

I felt like a water balloon being inflated as the liquid filled up my bowels. I felt like my body couldn't possibly hold anymore -- but that was only halfway through the contents of the bag.

By the time the entire enema bag was emptied inside me, I felt like any slight movement would make me pop.

The girls smiled at my discomfort. 

"Now i'm going to remove the plug...you better hold everything in until we tell you to. Otherwise you'll be licking up your mess and we'll have to do this all again!" Red threatened.

It took everything I had to pucker my butthole as best I could and keep the murky liquid inside me as the plug was removed. I did well for the most part, only a few drops trickled down my crack, but the girls didn't seem to notice, they were too busy preparing for the next stage.

"Okayyy wittle sisssy!" said the Blonde. Suddenly switching to a much more motherly tone as she appeared.  She was holding the very thing I had been dreading all day: a big, pink, fluffy diaper.

"Let's get the wittle baby in one of these before she has a wittle accident all over the table!!" she cooed. 

Had I not been so bloated and feeling like I was going to burst all over the table at any second, I would have put up more of a fight as they hoisted the chains more to raise my bum off the table.  Red and Brunette attempted to soothe me as if I were a crying baby while Blonde slid the pink diaper underneath.

As I was lowered down onto it, I was actually surprised at how nice it felt. The padding was quite comfortable, and felt good on the skin of my bum and balls after the burning I endured before. However, the crinkliness as well as the little rainbows and unicorns on the front of it made me feel like  I was suddenly trapped in an infant's body, and the way they all talked at me as if I were a baby didn't help at all.

The sskkk of the tabs as they were pulled out and taped on instantly transported me back to a time when I would see babies getting their diaper changed. But suddenly I was that baby, and I was the one getting taped up tight into a diaper.

"Awwww! Doesn't the wittle sissy just look so adorable?!" Asked Blonde.

"Ohhh he sure does!" the others cooed. 

I wanted to disappear. I wanted to cry. I wanted out of all of this. I wanted to go home. I wanted to wake up from this dream. But I was trapped in this never ending nightmare.

"Awww don't cwy wittle baby!" said Red, tapping my padded bottom. "You have a nice, safe place to make all your wittle messes now!"

The realization suddenly hit me: not only was I going to have to wear this ridiculous diaper, I was actually going to have to use it!

I groaned as the bubble in my guts from the enema swam around uncomfortably. I wanted nothing more than to push and get it all out of me. But I didn't want to do it all inside of a diaper.

"Come onnn" the Brunette cooed as if reading my mind, "You know you wanna...just let it all out. Mess your diapy like a wittle, itty bitty baby! You'll feel sooo much better!" She teased as she tapped my tummy. 

I almost lost it right then, but puckered my hole tight, not wanting to give them the satisfaction, and not wanting to look even more like a baby by messing myself.

"Oh I just LOVE doing this to First Years." Blonde said, switching from her motherly tone back to her normal one. "They always put up such a fight their first time. As if they won't be messing themselves twice a day for the rest of the year..."

I hated to admit it, but she was right. If this was what I would be faced with for the rest of the year, all I was doing was delaying the inevitable by putting up such a fight now. Might as well get it over with...

It was a mixture of relief and disgust as I allowed the floodgates to open. Relaxing my sphincter and releasing the fluid from inside me and into the diaper. It felt like I was peeing out of my butthole. 

The diaper was able to absorb the majority of the liquid, but by the time I had emptied everything inside me, I was left with a squishy, murky mess. I felt like crying. 

“Such a goooood baby!!”

”See? Doesn’t that feel better?!”

They laughed and cheered as if I were a toddler walking for the first time. 

”Let’s get the wittle boy changed so we can go get him looking like a REAL gurl!”

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After being changed into a fresh diaper I was lead through the next door which ended up leading back to the Salon room we originally started in. 

The diaper felt weird between my legs, forcing me to waddle a bit as I was led to a chair. They strapped down my arms and legs and turned me away from the mirror. 

“I dunno, girls, what do you think we should do with this hair?” Asked Red as she stroked my dark locks roughly, exposing the dick shaped mark on my forehead. All of their jaws dropped simultaneously. 

“The Chosen One?!” squeaked the Blonde. 

“It can’t be!” Brunette exclaimed. 

But Red didn’t seem as impressed, she continued working my hair and trying to figure out what to do with it. 

“Well honey, when you figure out how to suck a dick and make a man cum in 7 seconds you let me know. Cause trust me baby: that shit takes work!”

“Yea! There’s a reason why it’s called a blow-JOB!”

”So obviously we’re going with extensions and a mirrored set of side pigtails?”

”Definitely! Gotta show of that forehead dick somehow!”

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The next few hours were a blur. One girl working on my hair, one on my eyebrows and makeup, one on my finger and toenails, and me working on not getting hard inside my cage or wet inside my diaper. 

My ears were pierced, my belly button was pierced, even my tongue got 2 sets of rivets through it. 

“Awww! He sounds like a baby already!“ they teased as I babbled in pain with my swollen tongue. 

When they finally turned me around to view myself in the mirror, I could hardly recognize myself. 

Everything from the bottom up was different than before. If it weren’t for my pudgy belly and Adam’s apple, I would be indistinguishable from a real woman. 

My hair was extended and in short, slutty looking pigtails. My face was caked in makeup that accentuated my cheekbones (or so they said). My eyebrows were perfectly shaped, my eyelashes long and dark, my mouth glossy and hanging open. 

“I take it she likes her new look!” They giggled and patted each other on the back. 

Tyrone even smirked when I was lead over to him. “Well done ladies! As always! I would love to stay and chat but unfortunately we have a train to catch!”

”Bye! Have a wonderful time!”

”Enjoy your new life sissy!”

”Tell ’em who sent you!” They called. 

Tyrone took me by the hand. I struggled to keep up in my heels and crinkling diaper. 

“What chtrain, Tyrone?!” I asked weakly. Ready for this day to be over. My tongue still swollen from the piercings. 

“The TuTu Train of course! But first we must get to Platform 69 and 3/4!”

**To be Continued**

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