Chapter Two
I stepped close to the bed and put my hands behind my head. I have never been the hard macho type but standing there with my smooth armpits was deeply humiliating. It was the pre-puberty embarrassment of no body hair but worse. She let her hands drift down my arms and into my armpits.
“Ooooh, Stacy, you’re so smooth,” she purred, “just like the little girl you are now.”
I blushed deeply. She let her hands drift to my chest. The bra I was wearing had been completely padded. My breasts looked real. She fondled them.
“Nice,” she purred, “but not as nice as the real thing. I have plans for these. Just think. In a few months you won’t need that padding anymore. Aren’t you excited?”
I knew she wanted an answer but my mind was screaming, “Excited about being turned into a freak?”
