The Stylist Takes Over               by: Tory Spencer

 

Michael couldn’t help himself. He was lonely. He was bored. He had no friends. He was probably gay and at 15 this was depressing for him. The only think he had in his life that he ever felt like doing was stealing the pass keys from his fathers key ring and sneaking into other tenants apartments during the day when they were at work. He never stole anything, but would sometimes amuse himself by moving things around. Later he would always laugh when he’d hear them talk about searching forever for something he’d put in come obscure place.

Also, he was sure never to try to go into any one apartment too often and always tried to be random about whose apartment he entered and at what time of day. That is until she moved in.

Kelly was tall for a girl he had thought when he first saw her. She was a hair stylist and she must have been a good one from the looks of her own hair, the car she drove, and all the clothes she owned. He was very attracted to her, which sort of surprised him since he hadn’t found that many women attractive. Maybe there was hope for him.

But his attraction for her made him break his cardinal rule about going back to the same place too many times. He just couldn’t help himself. The first time he entered he remembered the smell, it simply smelled sexy to him and he was immediately aroused. In each successive foray into Kelly’s apartment he would venture deeper than he had into other places. Her closets held the greatest interest. She had tons of clothes! How could she afford all this stuff? Fifty of sixty pairs of shoes of all colors and styles. Racks of skirts, dresses, blouses. Along the time the closet was a row of ten wigs in varying lengths, colors, and cuts. Tools of the trade he thought. In her bedroom there was an extensive makeup table with a special side table for a manicure set with every color of nail polish he could imagine from yellow to red to deep blues and purples. She even had a tall thin dresser just for lingerie that was packed with every color and style of undergarment he could imagine.

He tried to be careful after his first time in. He decided that if he was going to return, he’d better not try to move anything until his fascination had grown old. But it never did. He would sometimes sneak back in 3 or 4 times a weeks. He was becoming addicted to the heady smells and colors. Finally one day he couldn’t resist. He was in her bedroom and was looking at the manicure table. He opened a bottle of OPI nail polish. The smell was intoxicating. He turned it over. The bottom read "Fjord Follies." Silly name he thought. He loved the deep red color. Suddenly he heard a key at the front door. He panicked and put the small bottle into his shorts pocket and made for the french door onto the balcony. He closed it behind him and hid as best he could. He was shaking uncontrollably.

He heard her in the bedroom but he couldn’t see what she was doing. He was three stories up so jumping was out of the question. He’d just have to try to wait her out. He could hear her leave the room. He waited for almost 20 minutes for her to leave.

He finally decided to chance and slip back through. He opened the door and stepped in. He listened, trying to sense the presence of another person in the apartment. He sighed. He’d managed to escape. Then he remembered the bottle in his pocket and turned to return it to its place. Just as he set it down, a hand grabbed his wrist! In that microsecond he knew from the jewelry and manicure it was her.

She spun him around, her face in his. She was even more gorgeous this close. She was strong too! When she spun him around, she simultaneously twisted the wrist she had grabbed behind his back, which pulled him close to her body. The closeness, the smell of her scent, his panic, he almost fainted.

"I knew someone was getting in here, " she said. "I thought I was going crazy, but now I know. I thought it might be you. Well, little Michael, you are busted."

"NO, please don’t," he began to beg. "I never took anything. I only looked around. See, I was ever returning this bottle of nail polish I’d picked up. If you tell, my father will beat the hell out of me. Please." Tears welled up in his green eyes.

Kelly pulled him towards a chair and shoved him into it. "Sit and stay," she said. "OK. I won’t tell but now I want to have a little fun. If you agree, we’re cool. If not then I won’t care what happens to you."

He nodded. Fate sealed.

She went under her bed and pulled out a large storage box. She popped the top open. It was filled with yards of white nylon rope. She grabbed several coils and turned to him. "Strip" she demanded.

He opened his mouth to complain but decided to obey. There was something about her he couldn’t seem to resist. He dropped his shorts and briefs. Pulled his tee-shirt over his long hair and it was done.

"Into the shower," she said as she shoved him into the bathroom. "You smell like a teenage boy." She turned the shower on and soon the steam was rolling all over him. Kelly squirted liquid from a bottle all over his body. "What hair doesn’t fall off now, you shave off before you come out. But from what I can see, that won’t be much of a job. Ha!"

He stepped out after about ten minutes clean and smooth. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him back to the bedroom and shoved him into the chair. She tied his wrists to the arms wrapped several coils around each wrist to secure it. Next she tied his ankles together and crossed, then tying a length between them pulled them back under the chair and off the floor. Then she tied his torso to the back of the chair with coils of rope right under his nipples. Finally she put a loop around his waist and ran it between his legs. She moved behind the chair and pulled the rope up the crack of his ass and secured it over the chest ropes. He knew he wasn’t going to get free because while she was doing this he had tested the wrist bondage. Somehow it was extremely snug without cutting off the circulation.

Kelly was humming to herself as she moved to her manicure cart. She rolled it over beside him, grabbing a standing lamp as she did. "Got to see to do my work, "she laughed.

She pulled up a stool and began to give him a manicure! She filed and cleaned and clipped until his fingers began to ache from being manipulated. Finally she said, "Let’s see, isn’t this the color you liked?" He saw it was the bottle of polish he’d taken. "Yes, I thought so." She rolled the bottle between her hands and unscrewed the top. With quick expert strokes she cover each nail with the deep red polish. The smell of the polish and the cool feeling on his nails again became almost overwhelming. She gave three coats to each finger, and then finished with a top coat. "Love that really glossy, wet look, don’t you?" It did look great he thought.

"Next the toesies!" She moved and untied his ankle tether and pulled his feet up into her lap. Another 20 minutes of filing and cutting and cleaning. "A different color here I think. I know, ‘Midnight Blue.’ Sexy and a little trashy, just the thing for a young girl like you. Again the process of polish going on began to excite him. "Oh, I see you’re beginning to like this," she said reaching between his legs and grabbing him. "Not much there so that won’t be hard to hide."

Next she started on his face. He could see the colors she was choosing. Mauve and smoky gray for the eyes, dusky rose at the cheeks and finally a color for his lips to match his nails.

Kelly moved to the closet and came back with a red, mid-length wig. "Jennifer Anniston, but trashy, don’t you think?" she laughed. She pulled a wig cap over his hair and seated the wig on his head, slipping pins to secure it. Then she stepped back to admire her work.

"No wonder I get so damn much money to do what I do. If I can make a skinny teenager look this sexy, I must be a genius." She rolled a mirror over for him to see. He from the neck up, he was gorgeous.

"Michelle, you look like a sexy young thing of about 19 or 20. Perfect. Now all this has excited me a little so, you’re going to have to do something about that aren’t you?" She moved over and straddled his body. She slid her skirt up. "You know what to do?" Then she slid her thumbs into the sides of her bikini briefs and pushed them down over her hips. As she did, Michelle looked down. He couldn't believe it Kelly had a penis!

"Don’t worry. It’s not very big. I’ll find one of those for you later. Now take it in your red lips." As Kelly’s penis moved towards his lips, he didn’t know what to do. Then he simply did what came naturally. He opened his full lips and sucked her into his mouth.

"I thought so," she cooed as she pumped her cock in and out of his mouth. The rhythm of the cock going in and out and her moaning was the most erotic moment of his life. Now he was moaning too and Kelly responded by speeding up her motion. In a moment, she came into his mouth. Would he gag in it? He shocked himself, he sucked as much of it down as he could.

Kelly stepped back, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth. "Not bad for a beginner. Now lets get you dressed."

She untied him. She went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a matching set of bra and thong. She fastened the bra behind him and reached into the bottom drawer and removed a pair of breast forms. "These are the one’s I used before I got my own." They were full C cups and seemed a little big to him. "Just trashy enough," she said.

She tossed the thong onto the bed. "Won’t need that" She picked up a section of rope and tied it around Michelle’s now aching cock. "This is called CBT. Cock and Ball torture, for obvious reasons." She then pulled it back between his legs and tied a loop around his waist. "Not the nicest gaff, but you’re not a very good boy are you?"

Kelly went to her closet and pulled out a short skirt that Michelle stepped into. It came about eight inched above the knee. Next she found a red off the shoulder midriff sweater. "Don’t you think seeing bra straps is sexy. I do, and so do most of the men where I’m taking you."

The final piece to the puzzle was the shoes. Red strappy sandals with a 4" heel. "You could never manage the shoes you’ll eventually be wearing, but these will do just great for now."

Kelly turned Michelle towards her. "Now, I want you to notice two things as I touch up your lipstick. One is how I’m doing this. Usually these are called ‘30-minute lips’ because of all the time it takes to do them. But the boys love them. It just takes a lot of touching up after you smear a little on them. Two is more important. See that video camera? She that little red light? Yep, it’s on. It’s been on almost every time you’ve come in here. And it was on during our own little session here." Kelly reached under his skirt and stroked his bound cock. "So, unless you’d like these tapes to fall into the ‘wrong’ hands, you’ll come back here when ever I say and we’ll play dress up, and we’ll go out, and you’re going to learn what it’s like to be a ‘woman’ like me. And I’m sure you’re going to love it"

Michelle felt herself getting ready to cum from Kelly’s touch. As she neared orgasm, Kelly expertly squeezed the end of his cock until she felt the spasm pass.

"Honey, don’t waste that here. You’re going to need everything you’ve got tonight." Kelly’s laughter rang in his ears as she led him out the door into the rest of his life.

 

 

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