Legs and Tits

Maria and Desiree had been planning this for months, ever since the cute delivery boy first showed up at their door with the groceries.

Desiree had done the shopping--finding just the right clothes, cosmetics, and paraphernalia for keeping the cutie-pie in place while they accomplished their goal. Maria had done the research, learning the hypnotic techniques and body-shaping practices to ensure that their prize would both look and act as they wished.

The day had come--they were ready. Maria placed the order with the market, especially requesting that Harold be the one to bring the groceries to the apartment. The girls dressed in the most provocative of leather outfits, prepared to distract their intended victim as they made him into what they wanted.

The bell rang. Maria, dressed in a black leather bra, corset, garterbelt, stockings and black patent pumps with six-inch heels, opened the door. Harold nearly dropped the bags at the sight of the blonde goddess before him. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry!" Maria exclaimed. "I didn't mean to startle you. Here, let me help."

She took one of the bags from him and led him into the kitchen...where Desiree, similarly dressed, sat at the table, kicking one high-heel shod leg back and forth. Harold didn't know where to look, or even if he should.

"Well, there are your groceries...uh, and the bill," he stammered. "I'd better be going."

"Nonsense," protested Maria. "You haven't gotten your tip yet...and besides, it's hot out there. Sit and have a cool drink first." Reluctantly, Harold sat at the table, as Maria fished through her purse.

The first thing she pulled from it was a compact mirror. She carefully placed it on the table so that the light reflected slightly into Harold's eyes. She began to talk softly to him. "Yes, it is so warm outside and you walked all this way with those heavy bags. Heavy, so heavy. You must be tired. Tired, so tired. Why, look at you, you can hardly keep your eyes open." Harold's eyelids fluttered in the glare of the mirror's reflection. "It's all right, sweetheart, you can close your eyes for a while. In fact, I insist on it--I'm going to count to 50, and I want you to close your eyes and just listen to my voice while you relax and rest."

Harold found that it was easy to follow Maria's request. He let his eyes close. "That's it, dear. One, two, three, four, five. Just relax; you're tired, so tired. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Those bags were heavy, so heavy. Just like your eyes are so heavy now. Eleven, twelve, thirteen..."

She continued that way until Harold slumped in his chair. "Harold, the only thing you hear is my voice; the only things you obey are my words."

"Your voice, your words," Harold murmured in assent.

"Open your eyes, but remain in my control. Stand and follow me." The boy obeyed, following the mesmeric vision into the bedroom, where Desiree had already laid out the appropriate clothes. "Strip to the buff, Harold." He obeyed.

"Oh, Maria, you were right--look, he has almost no hair on his body at all!" Desiree noted. "We won't even have to shave him!"

"And see how slender he is...we'll hardly have to pull in the corset at all to get the waistline we want."

In moments, they had the boy dressed in a satin corset, nylons, and black patent pumps with seven-inch heels, that made his legs look long, slender and absolutely feminine. "Harold, in a few moments, I'm going to wake you from your trance by saying Heather is gorgeous. That is your new name, Heather...and when you are entranced, that phrase will always awake you. Similarly, the phrase Heather's a knockout will always return you to this trance state. But entranced or not, you will always follow any request from Desiree or myself as a command, never to be refused or denied. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Very good." She turned to Desiree. "Tie his hands behind the chair, just as a precaution." When that was done, she spoke to their transformed captive. "Heather is gorgeous."

Instantly, Heather's eyes fluttered open. "Maria, Desiree, why am I tied to the chair?"

"We didn't want you to move too much while we did your makeup, Heather honey," Maria lied. And then Desiree began her cosmetic magic, as Harold's attractive male face became the devastatingly beautiful image of Heather.

Then Maria wheeled a full-length mirror in front of Heather. "Look, darling, see the new you! Look at those long, smooth, beautiful legs! There's only one thing missing, Heather dear."

"What is that, Maria?" the boy-girl asked.

"Breasts, my darling, boobs, tits, jugs, a rack!" she laughed. "You do want nice succulent boobs, don't you, dear?"

Heather nodded and sighed.

"Excellent, darling. Next we'll get you a great pair of tits to go with those lovely legs of yours!"

THE END

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