"A Goth's Story" (MFdom, tg/v, nc, sm) [2/8] Chapter 2 The Transformation.
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I was awakened by the sudden movement of the box in which I had been locked. It
felt as if someone had picked it up and was carrying it along. "Stop." I shouted.
Somebody thumped the box violently. "Shut up." A gruff voice ordered. Helpless, I
obeyed. From the tipping of the box we seemed to go down a staircase and then the
box was set down somewhere. I heard the slam of a metallic door and then the
sound of an engine. I was in some kind of car or van, taking me away from the
club. I resolved to track where we were going from the movement of the car.

Such things are easier in films than in real life. I didn't know London well
enough to cope, and I was swiftly lost. After a journey of approximately fifteen
minutes, the vehicle stopped and I heard the door open. Once again my prison was
hoisted and taken on a bumpy journey up a staircase, before finally being set
down with a bump. I determined to make a break for it as soon as the door opened.
Seconds later, my chance occurred as the lock snapped open and the door moved. I
pushed it open quickly, and tried to jump to my feet, only to be pushed back in
by strong hands. I looked up. Hawk was holding my shoulders down whilst Aisling
held my feet. I felt someone else placing something around my ankles. Shifting my
head to look around Aisling, I saw, to my dismay, that it was Sepulchre. I had
hoped that she was not involved with my kidnap and imprisonment, unfortunately,
it appeared she was.

My hands were roughly pushed together in front of me and I felt something clasp
around them. Hawk's arms, holding my shoulders down, and the sides of the box,
prevented me from seeing what was going on. Then, I was released, and lifted out
of the box and deposited on my feet. I looked around. I was in a medium- sized
rectangular room with whitewashed walls and a wooden floor. There were no
windows; the light came from some bare fluorescent tubes, harshly reflecting off
the walls. At one end of the room was a hairdresser's chair and equipment, but I
could see no mirror and at the other was a shower cubicle. There were two doors,
one at one end and the other, a set of double doors half way down the long wall.
Sepulchre was locking the far door whilst Hawk and Aisling held my arms. They
released me, and I turned to run, hoping to surprise Sepulchre and escape.

Moments later, the floor was rushing towards me. I frantically put out my hands
to break my fall, only partially successfully. After I had landed, with some
pain, I re-assessed the situation. Black cuffs were bucked around my wrists and
ankles. There was just enough slack in the short silver chain between my ankles
that I might be able to walk slowly. My hands, however, were chained very
closely. I had hopes of unbuckling my ankles, until I noticed the neat padlocks
on the outside of my legs. Examining the wrist-cuffs more closely, I saw they too
were locked on. "What's going on? What are you doing to me?" I asked Hawk as he
roughly picked me up. He set me upright and stepped away. Seconds later, the left
side of my face exploded as Aisling slapped it. I staggered, just managing to
keep myself upright. "You only speak when you are spoken to. Understand?" Aisling
barked at me. "Yes." I responded sulkily. Another slap rocked me. "And you call
me ma'am and Hawk sir. Understood?" "Yes...ma'am." I responded, chastened. "Good.
Sepulchre you may call by her name. For the moment, she is the only person you
may speak to freely, and then only when you are alone." This hardly made me
distraught, and that must have shown in my eyes. Aisling laughed and produced a
knife from her belt. "Don't hurt me." I pleaded. She laughed again. "I'm not
about to." She told me. "The Patrician would be most disappointed. He wants to
hurt you himself. No, this is just to remove some excess baggage." She grabbed my
shirt by the neck and, with a terrible tearing sound, cut it down the back. The
sleeves followed in seconds later and my shirt was ruined, and I was wearing only
my trousers and shoes. "Take off your shoes." She ordered, and I obeyed, kicking
them off. She beckoned Sepulchre over and ordered her "Socks." She turned to me.
"Lift your foot." I lifted a foot; Sepulchre removed my sock. "Other one." I
repeated the action. I was being undressed, slowly. I wondered how far.

Quite a long way appeared to be the answer, as Aisling slit my trousers and
ripped them from me, leaving me only my underpants, and the cuffs that held me. I
must confess at this point that my underwear was hardly sexy, and Aisling was
struggling not to giggle as she regarded me. Glancing at Sepulchre, I saw that
she too had a smile on her face. Looking into her eyes, however, I saw only
sadness and sympathy. I felt I had a friend, even in my adversity.

I realised I had little hope of protecting my modesty, and seconds later I was
vindicated, as the knife descended again, leaving me naked. I tried to cover
myself with my hands, unsuccessfully. Aisling collected up my belongings and put
them in a black plastic sack, which she threw in a bin in the corner. "You won't
be needing them again." Hawk led me over to the shower that Sepulchre had been
warming up.

This shower cubicle didn't seem particularly unusual until my wrist cuffs were
unchained and my arms raised. I heard two clicks from above and looked up. My
hands were locked onto a bar stretching across the cubicle. My feet were
unchained and my legs were spread. The familiar click sounded and I was locked
into an ‘X' position, utterly helpless. Sepulchre stepped in, showerhead in hand
and began to wash me. As she soaped me, rubbing me with a sponge, I began to get
a little turned on. She giggled when she saw it. "Can't have that." She said and,
putting aside the shower for a moment, closed her hand around my penis. Quickly
and deftly she masturbated me, bringing me to a climax that would have brought me
to my knees, were it not for the bonds which held me upright. Then she washed the
traces away in a business-like manner before returning to covering me with soapy
foam.

I should have suspected what was about to happen, but then I always have been
grossly stupid at times. The first I knew was the cold touch of the razor blade
upon my thighs. "Don't you dare move." Sepulchre told me. "I'll cut you, and
you'll regret that." I couldn't disobey her, especially not after what she had
just done for me, so I held as still as I could while she went about her work.
Expertly, she shaved the hair off my legs and my feet before turning to my chest.
That completed, she shaved my arms, reaching up carefully, moving the cuffs when
necessary. This left only a few places on my body still with hair. Beginning to
suspect a little of what was going on I didn't think it would remain that way for
long.

I was right. My armpit hair disappeared in a couple of painful minutes. Only one
thing remained and, five minutes later I was totally hairless, except for my head
and my eyebrows. I felt cold and more naked than ever before as Sepulchre dried
me with a soft towel.

Aisling led me over to the hairdresser's chair. On closer examination, this chair
had been modified in a way that I was almost coming to expect. The arms and the
stand had loops of steel, which looked like a place where something or, I
presumed, somebody, could be attached. Aisling ‘helped' me into the chair and
neatly clipped my cuffs into the loops. I tested the strength of my restraints,
as I expected I was held fast. Aisling spread a cover over me, velcro- ing it
behind my neck. I was relieved, feeling less naked despite the draft blowing
uncomfortably across my feel. Sepulchre, who had followed us over from the
shower, proceeded to dry my hair gently with a towel. I was wondering, to an
extent, what was to come next. I tried to take stock of what I knew. Firstly, I
had been betrayed by my friend and kidnapped. Secondly, I was undergoing a
makeover, and a full body shave. I couldn't work out why, or what the end result
was to be. I was nervous and scared, but I looked for the misery that I knew I
should be feeling, and couldn't find it. I wasn't happy, but I seemed to be
accepting what was going on with a remarkable sang-froid. Nonetheless, I was
curious, however, with Aisling standing there I couldn't ask Sepulchre what was
going on.

Sepulchre. I looked up at her. She was looking at me, her wide dark eyes filled
with a knowing compassion. I realised that I was falling for her, falling in a
big way. I only hoped that whatever these evil people were planning wouldn't
prevent me from telling her that, someday.

I was beginning to wonder whether Aisling, Hawk or Sepulchre were hairdressers,
although none of them were making a move towards the scissors and other
implements resting in a jar of disinfectant on the table in front of me, when
there was a firm knock on the door. Hawk walked over and opened it, and let
someone in. I heard the door being bolted closed after him or her. "Morning,
dear." The estuary accent rang out. "How's you?" Hawk didn't reply. "Oh yes,
still playing the strong silent thug, I see." The sound of heels on floorboards
was nearing me. "Morning, Aisling." She chirped. "And if it isn't darling Seppy,
how are you, you did turn out well didn't you. Happy, dear? Yes, I can see you
are. Or you're not letting on if you aren't. Now where's the subject, I do so
love these little jobs Brian gives me to do."  I realised that this was someone
who didn't shut up even when asleep. She bustled into view. I was surprised. I
was expecting, from the voice, to see a large middle-aged woman. I was wrong.
What I saw was a woman in her late twenties, tall anyway, but even taller in the
platform boots she was wearing. She had long blue hair in two bunches, heavy
black eye makeup and a pierced nose and pierced lips. She was a Goth, in other
words.

"Hallo, dear." She said to me. "Dreadfully sorry about having to do this, but
Brian will insist. I think you'll come around to the idea in the end. Most do,
don't they, Sepulchre?" Sepulchre muttered something inaudible. "Anyway, lets
look at you." She grabbed my chin, held it up, looking appraisingly at my
features and then, letting my chin drop, she ran her fingers through my hair.
"Oooh, yes. I think we can work wonders with you. Right then, lets get started.
Seppy, can you get me a bowl of warm water. Ah, you have, excellent. Right dear,
what we're going to do is this, we're going to dye your hair black to start with,
cut it a little bit so it grows right OK?" Dye it? "No, distinctly, no." I
replied vehemently. The hairdresser jumped back, surprised. Aisling came over and
bent to my ear. "If you don't co-operate, I will break every bone in your body.
Slowly. Understood?" She hissed. I hesitated. She reached out and started
twisting one of my fingers back. I've never been of the unsusceptible to pain
persuasion and I was finding this argument fairly convincing. "OK, OK." I sobbed.
"Good" Aisling whispered. Defeated, I sat there, head bowed. The Hairdresser
pulled some plastic gloves onto her hands and opened the bag she had brought with
her. "Now that's sorted, dear, I hope we won't have any more nonsense. We can do
this the easy and fun way, or we can do it the hard way. Aisling and Hawk would
enjoy the hard way. You wouldn't. Now, lift your head up a bit." I complied. "OK,
dear, we're going to have to keep this out of your eyes, so..." Everything went
dark as I was blindfolded. "And here we go." She squirted some liquid into her
palm and massaged it through my hair. Repeating the task she slowly worked the
liquid to the roots.

"Right," she said, some moments later. "Now, we have to leave that for ten
minutes or so. So, how about a nice cup of tea? Sepulchre?" I heard Sepulchre
disappearing to a corner of the room where, presumably, the kettle was, although
I had not noticed it. Five minutes later, Hawk, Aisling, Sepulchre and the
Hairdresser were enjoying a nice cup of tea. Obviously, without being able to
move my hands I could not hold a cup, even had I been allowed tea. After they had
finished, they came back to me. "OK, dear, lets just wash the gunk out of your
hair and lets see what we have." The Hairdresser, with Sepulchre assisting, used
the bowl of water and a sponge and carefully washed out my hair. She stepped back
to assess. "Hmm, perfect, right, just cut that to length." My hair reached down
just to the nape of my neck. I wasn't allowed it longer, because of my work. She
snipped away with some scissors, for a very brief period. Obviously, she hadn't
taken much length off it. "Ok, that will do. Now let's do the complicated and
long bit."

She was right. It took three or four hours of fiddling to do whatever she was
doing. Yanking odd bits of my freshly dyed hair, twisting and pressing. After
about an hour I noticed the weight of my head increasing. Later, I felt something
soft against my neck. Apparently she was attaching something to me. I couldn't
work out what. When she was done, she removed the blindfold. "Ta-da." The impact
was not immediately noticeable as there was no mirror, however, I twisted my head
trying to catch a glimpse of what had been done. As I did so, I felt something
large and heavy moving behind me. Then some of it came into view near the floor.
I tossed my head, hair came tumbling down in front of me. The hairdresser
carefully brushed it back behind me. "Yes dear, I've given you hair extensions.
You have a lovely raven black head of hair. What we'll do is we'll cut it back as
your own hair grows. But you're going to have to take care of it." I breathed. I
wasn't as shocked as I thought I might have been, but this was still a blow. "Why
is all this happening to me?" I had to ask. "Oh, dear. Well, it's not my place to
explain it. You'll see if you're good. In fact, you'll see if you're bad as
well." She giggled. "Now, let's deal with the other matters." She quickly brushed
my hair back and pulled it into a long ponytail. "That'll keep it out of my way
while I work."  She reached into her bag again, and pulled out a metal device.
"We're going to be nice to you, you know. They could have done so many things,
but they though they had better let you choose. Hold your head still." Seconds
later, my right ear was on fire as she pierced it. The left ear soon followed.
"That wasn't too bad." I thought to myself. However, I was pre-emptive. The
process was repeated five times for each ear, until I had 5 studs in the lower
lobe and one in the top corner of each ear. My ears hurt like hell and a painful
realisation was slowly dawning. "Why are you turning me into a girl?" I asked.
"Oh well done!" She squealed. "Aisling, Hawk, she worked it out. Isn't she
intelligent? It only took her an hour longer than Sepulchre managed!" My head
snapped up. "Sepulchre managed?" I gasped. "Yes dear, Sepulchre was once called
Steve, until she too met your mutual friend." I turned to Sepulchre, entreaty in
my eyes. She looked away. I felt disgusted, humiliated. My tolerance towards
homosexuality had never extended to wanting to take part in it. "Get on with it,"
Hawk rasped, "he is waiting you know." "Oh, I guess you're right," the
Hairdresser twittered. "Now, you will have to do this in future yourself, with
Sepulchre's help but I'll do it for you to begin with." She reached up and pulled
a large box from the side. Opening it up, she pulled out a base, some eyeliner,
mascara, lipstick and nail polish. Also, she brought out some tiny plastic
objects in a small sachet.

Half an hour later, I was led through the double doors, having been made up, to
what effect I did not know. My fingernails were now an inch long and covered in
shiny black nail polish. Even had I not been cuffed, there was no way that I
could have manipulated anything with these unmanageable talons on my fingers.