Holly's History, part 5

Pamela returned the next morning and Christine escorted her to Holly’s quarters. They entered and Pamela gasped, “Oh my!” Holly stood naked in the center of the room as the Foundation fashion staff measured for her a custom outfit for her return home. Her breasts were now a firm and perky 36-D, with apparently permanently erect nipples. Her waist measured a mere 23 inches and her hips were 36 inches, with a nice round, bouncy bottom. Her 38-inch legs were smooth and shapely.

Thanks to the vibrator buzzing in her ass, her cockette—not reduced one bit by the effects of Metacalphalate-X—was at full attention. Madame Fabricantfille and Dr. Madchenmacher rose to greet Pamela. “What do you think of our little creation, dear?” the Doctor asked.

“I’m astonished!” Pamela replied. “If it weren’t that I still recognize her face, I’d never have known this beauty was my husband—I mean, my wife!”

“More than her outward appearance has been altered,” Madame noted. “Holly, come greet your spouse.”

Holly minced forward and threw her arms around Pamela’s neck. She kissed passionately, plunging her tongue deep into Pamela’s mouth. Then she slowly sank to her knees, wiggling sensuously against Pamela’s body, until her mouth was level with her spouse’s crotch. Holly lifted the hem of Pamela’s skirt, finding her unclad pussy, and began sucking and licking eagerly. Pamela moaned in response. “Oh, oh, ooooooh,” Pamela sighed. “When did she learn to do this?”

“All part of the program,” Madame answered. “When you requested a male lesbian, it was automatically included in her hypnotic conditioning. Speaking of which—Christine, isn’t It time for Holly’s salon appointment?”

“Oh, yes, Madame!” the sissy maid responded. She got a robe and wrapped it around Holly.

“Wait!” Madame gazed into Holly’s eyes. “Sleep, sleep, sleep…..” and Holly’s eyes glazed over in trance. “You will pay close attention to what the stylists do and remember it, because it will be part of your daily routine from now on.”

“May I go and observe her in the salon?” Pamela asked.

“Of course,” Dr. Madchenmacher said.

So it was that Pamela watched and found herself growing quite warm and wet as her once-masculine spouse was made beautiful in face as well as body. As they completed their work with foundation, eye makeup, blush, and lipstick, one of them produced a wavy wig in dark blonde. “She’ll have to wear this until the final stage of the M-X effects,” a stylist explained. “In about two weeks, her hair will be long enough to be set, styled and colored.”

With the wig in place, Holly was escorted back to her quarters, where Madame and the Doctor awaited. “Time for our liebchen to be appropriately dressed,” the Doctor pronounced. It began with a lacy black garter belt, followed by a matching pair of panties. Next was a push-up bra that created a sexy cleavage. Holly sat as the staff pulled sheer hose up her legs and attached them tautly to the tabs of the garter belt. Her shoes were black sandals with five-inch heels.

The finishing touch was a little black dress, that displayed her impressive knockers and her long, sensuous legs. Pamela was breathing heavily by the time it was all over.

Madame again gazed at Holly. “Awake,” she said, and Holly’s eyes fluttered and then went wide.

“Oh, Miss Pamela, thank you so much for this!” she exclaimed.

“Come home with me now, and you can thank me properly,” Pamela said, smiling. They were led to the entrance and sped off for home. Once there, Pemela took Holly directly to the bedroom. “Get out of that dress, you little minx! Watching you prance around has gotten me quite hot. Help me out of my frock.” Holly did as ordered and Pamela lay on the bed, legs spread. “I need a good muff-dive, Sweetie….and if you do a really superb job, I’ll give you one of the milkings Dr. Madchenmacher says you should receive periodically.”

THE END