Chapter 4
Mica's feminization proceeded, as did his pregnancy. It was still early, so no signs of a baby bump. Yet, there were subtle changes. For one thing, Mica could swear that his breasts were growing.
One thing he was not prepared for was a flu that just seemed to linger. He was thankful that he was always at home, close to the toilet. When he remarked to Rohan that he was surprised he had never gotten sick, his master laughed.
"Of course not silly. I'm not the one bearing our child. Morning sickness is just the first step." Rohan embraced his slave from behind, and patted his stomach. "I can't wait until your belly swells up, and we can feel the baby kicking."
Mica was torn. On the one hand, this still terrified him. Even though he had seen it, he still had trouble believing that a boy like him could ever be pregnant. Aveer's screams of pain from giving birth was an indelible mark in his memory., On the other hand, his master seemed so happy.
Mica didn't know what to say. Nor did he need to speak. It was happening whether he liked it or not. He leaned his head back and kissed Rohan. This lead to an intimate love making session.
Mica continued to experiment with the women's clothing, which was all he had. Walking in high heels took some practice, and he still wasn't elegant. Yet, since he never left the home, he avoided any public humiliation, which was what he really dreaded.
Therefore, Mica became extremely anxious when his master announced they would be going to a party in a couple of days. It was clear from his master's description, that he would not only be shown off as a slave, a somewhat regular occurrence, but also feminized.
Mica's impression was confirmed when Rohan told him he had booked an appointment with a friend's salon for Mica to have his hair and makeup done.
The next morning Mica left the house on his own for the first time. Rohan was away at work.
Kherris did warn Mica not to do anything silly. He tapped Mica's collar, "And remember, I can track you at all times, so you better make it to the salon on schedule."
Mica nodded. He hadn't really thought of escaping. There was no escape. He was simply scared to be out in public. He was feminine, but clearly not a woman.
Mica clearly felt it as he took transit. He imagined that Rohan had deliberately refused to provide a ride service to make this trip more public.
When he arrived at the salon, Krista welcomed him. Mica was exceedingly polite greeting her, knowing that she was master's friend. The woman was a bundle of energy, which only made Mica more nervous.
At the moment, there were two other women at the salon. Another stylist, and her client. They looked at Mica with an amused grin, but said nothing. The empty salon chairs indicated it could have been worse.
"Aren't you a cute little thing! I can see why Rohan bought you." Apparently Krista knew the full story. She circled Mica, examining her subject. She gave his ass a squeeze. "A nice round ass. I'm sure your master receives a great deal of pleasure from using it."
Mica blushed. The other ladies giggled.
Krista ushered Mica to one of the chairs.
Sitting down, staring at the mirror, Mica couldn't help but feel out of place. Sure, his hair was on the longer side, but it was somewhat unkempt. Yes, he was small, thin, and wearing a dress. Yet, it was clear to all that he was not a woman, but an effeminate boy. Surrounded by these 3 attractive women made the disparity all too clear.
"Now, I'm guessing you don't have any ideas as to what hair style you would like." Krista stood behind him, looking at him through the mirror's reflection.
Mica muttered hopefully, "short?"
Krista laughed. "Don't be silly. You have to give your master something to hold onto." She gripped his hair, and shifted his head to demonstrate her point.
Mica nodded. Rohan did enjoy pulling his hair.
"I know what will look nice." Krista proceeded to trim his hair. As expected, the length was maintained, but it was nicely contoured.
Krista chatted amicably with Mica as she worked. At least she tried to. Mica gave muttered one-word responses to her inquiries. Speaking with women was a novel experience, as he had routinely been either ostracized or ignored by women up to this point. Plus Krista's ample blossoms would occasionally brush against him. Unintentionally, Mica became excited, and his little penis hardened within its cage, making it quite painful. Mica wondered if Krista knew all this, and was intentionally brushing her tits against him.
The next procedure was completely unfamiliar to Mica. Even the shampoo and conditioning felt unusual because someone else was doing it. Yet, he didn't question it. He didn't even sense what was happening, as his hair was combed out into different strands, and some chemical was being applied. Yet, as the hair strands were wrapped in rollers, it started to make sense. A perm.
Mica was torn by this, like so much else in his life. Of course he knew the whole point of this trip to the salon was to have his hair done in a feminine style. However, he didn't know it would be impossible to disguise it as something else. Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps he could blend in as a woman on the street. Then there was the most prominent thought. One which he chastised himself for having, but couldn't help it. He wanted to look pretty for his master.
As the time passed, the ladies in the salon changed as well. The first client was gone, but now there was another stylist, a manicurist, and three new clients. All of them attractive. It seemed that they were all regulars as they readily engaged in conversation. Mica's humiliation was compounded as Krista introduced Mica to the group.
"This is Mica. She belongs to a friend of mine. Do you remember the wrestler, Rohan?"
The ladies nodded. One of the ladies walked over, and gently stroked Mica's cheek as she stared into his eyes. "My, you are a pretty one." And then looking at Krista, "I wonder how much Rohan paid for her?"
Mica spoke up, feeling humiliated and misunderstood. "I'm a boy."
Krista rubbed his arm reassuringly. "No you're not sweetie. You're a sissy. You're not a man or a boy. You are feminine. And you really should think of yourself that way."
"Will I look like a woman?" Mica's tone suggested it was a plea and a question. Why else was he here?
"You'll look pretty. You already are, but even more." All eyes were on Mica, gaging his reaction. "But you're not a woman. Not like us. And you're not going to look like a real woman. Even if I could completely transform you, Rohan doesn't want that. You have an exaggerated femininity. All sissies do. That's what men like Rohan find attractive. You're like a living doll. A plaything. That's what makes you easy to manipulate. Real women don't degrade themselves like that. Only sissies. Someone has to be at the bottom of the pecking order. And that's you."
Mica had to fight back tears. "You don't like boys like me."
Krista continued to rub Mica's arm assuringly. "Oh sweetie. We love sissies like you. Sissies, not boys. You remind us of the dolls we played with when we were kids. Plus you do all the disgusting things for guys that we don't want to do."
The other ladies chuckled, but nodded in agreement. Mica blushed.
Mica felt even more uncomfortable to continue, knowing that he, no she, was being played with. Yet, perhaps Krista was right, and that she and her were the proper pronouns. Didn't `she' secretly want to be pretty? Either way, Mica had no choice.
The completed perm was, as Krista described it, a multi-textured perm. What had been long, straggly hair, now had curls and volume. It even had a little sway as Mica moved her head.
Mica couldn't help smiling. `She' had never given much thought to her hair. Yet now, it was beautiful.
However, the makeover was far from complete. Krista, who seemed equally pleased by the result, then transferred Mica to the manicurist, Merika, for a mani-pedi.
The first step was soaking his hands and feet in some warm liquid. Like everything else, it felt strange but given how good her hair looked, Mica was ready to accept it. Merika explained that it was removing any dead skin, making his skin softer.
Merika whispered conspiratorially, "I'm sure you can think of some `jobs' with your master that require soft hands."
Mica blushed, but said nothing.
Merika proceeded to file Mica's nails, but remarked on how short they were. She had debated applying some fake nails, even asking Krista if Rohan had given any preference. Mica noticed that no one asked for her input, but realized she didn't know anyway.
Merika walked Mica through each step as she was doing it. She said a nail kit, along with her makeup and hair products had already been set aside for her. All this preparation and insistence for continued feminization fed Mica's anxiety.
Fortunately, Merika was very chatty, and Mica was starting to relax with the ladies speaking to her. Even when it was embarrassing.
Merika remarked, "I've never met your master, but I've seen pictures. He's huge! Is he also big where it counts?"
Initially Mica was unsure what she meant, and then understood from her grin. Mica blushed, muttering, "Oh, yeah."
Merika prolonged the verbal torture, pretending not to hear. "Sorry, what was that?"
Mica spoke up. "Yes, he's huge." Then averted her eyes, her face beet red.
This juicy conversation had now attracted an audience.
Merika continued with her friendly teasing. "Look who's trying to be all coy. As if she's not servicing that cock every chance she gets!"
The ladies laughed. Mica fell silent.
Rather than tormenting the sissy further, Merika offered a comforting stroke of her hair. "Don't worry sweetie, that's what you are supposed to be doing."
It did help to calm Mica. She was lost in thought. Of course she was a slave, and had no say in anything. Yet, she had to wonder if she ever did. Why, amongst all the shelter kids was she pulled out for the slave market? With her thin delicate frame, was she always meant to be some man's bitch? Why else had she readily accepted femininity, being she' and her'?
A certain peace came over her as she realized that she did like it. She did like being pretty. She did like wrapping her lips around Rohan's monster cock. And she certainly liked it when Rohan rammed that cock deep in her ass.
Merika noticed the smile on Mica's face. "Someone is starting to relax."
Mica smiled at her. "I've just decided that I like being a sissy bitch."
Merika chuckled, as did some of the others, "Well you certainly are a good one."
That realization helped Mica to settle in, and enjoy this experience, including the hot pink nail polish which was applied to her fingers and toes.
Next up was Mica's makeup. Once again, Merika explained everything she was doing so Mica could do it herself. Mica was now following intently.
At one point, Krista suggested that Merika should go with a heavier makeup. There was some back and forth, but ultimately Krista won out. The conclusion being that Mica's makeup should not look natural. Since she didn't know anything about makeup, Mica kept silent.
It was only once Merika resumed that Mica asked, "Why should my makeup not look natural?"
"Well that's the difference between you and me, a real woman. Makeup is typically used to enhance a woman's features, and cover up any blemishes. For everyday use, a real woman's makeup should not stand out. It should look natural. Other than certain features like her eyes and lips, and even that depends on each woman's personal style."
Merika continued, "For sissies, and some women, bimbos, you just want to be pretty. It"s hyper-feminine. You're fuck dolls. The prettier you are, the more fuckable you are. And you want everyone to know it."
Mica did like being fucked. "But why would a man want that? Wouldn't he want to be with a real woman? Or at least appear to be?"
"True, most men. But Master Rohan doesn't. He's big, strong, and well off financially. He would have no problem attracting a woman." There even seemed to be a tinge of jealousy in her voice. "But he clearly wants a sissy. He clearly enjoys taking another male and dominating him. And the more feminine you are, the more masculine he appears. While I'm sure that sex with him would be amazing..."
`It really is' Mica thought.
"... I would never allow a man to treat me like that. Men like Rohan don't want a strong, independent woman. They want to revel in their strength by dominating a sissy who is weaker, smaller and dumber than them. You make him, and yourself, happier by accepting your place."
Mica pondered this. It felt uncomfortable, but there was no denying Rohan's superiority. His size, strength, social position, and yes intelligence all made him more of a man than Mica could ever be. Even if Mica wasn't purchased by Rohan at the slave market, and they had met under different circumstances, then Mica would still have to submit.
Merika wrapped up the makeover with a bright red lipstick. Mica, staring at her reflection in the mirror was really impressed by the transformation. She really was pretty. Pretty, but still obviously a sissy.
Merika was admiring her work. "That shade really works for you. It screams cocksucker lips."
The ladies all laughed at that. Mica blushed.
"Oh please, like you're not going to be wrapping those lips around your master's cock first chance you get." And then sensing she had pushed Mica's discomfort too far, she added, "Relax sweetie, that's what you are for. Sissies are famously the best cocksuckers. If you are not taking your master's cock in your throat or your ass, then you are doing something wrong. That's why you make yourself pretty, to keep your master's attention."
Mica smiled and nodded. She did like this new look. And there was no denying her love for cock.
The final step was having her ears pierced, and colourful amethyst earrings being attached. It appeared that Master Rohan had planned out everything in advance. This included the payment, which made Mica feel special to have a man who cared for her like this.
Mica left the shop as a new woman. A pretty sissy. They had also provided her with a bag of goodies including hair products, a makeup kit, nail polish, and another pair of earrings.
Mica felt a strange camaraderie with the ladies. While she could now talk to them, she knew she could never be with them. She was one of them, but still beneath them. She was a plaything, but now took pleasure in their attention.
"Be sure to thank your master properly," Krista noted as Mica exited.
"I will," Mica responded with a mischievous smile.
And Mica did. When Rohan arrived home, Mica seduced him immediately. And master seemed truly pleased by the result of the makeover. They made love for hours that night until exhaustion finally overtook them.
When they attended the party the following evening, Mica had a better understanding of Merika's words.
She felt so pretty with hair, makeup, and dress, all perfect. She felt comfortable, under control, walking about on Master Rohan's arm. She savoured the appreciative looks, being the sexy sissy at her master's side.
People didn't even address her directly. They would speak about her in the third person to Rohan. The women would say things such as, "I like her hair," or "Where did you get that dress for her?" The men would say things such as, `She seems very well trained," or "Where did you buy her?"
It was disconcerting at first. Yet, over the course of the evening, she began to appreciate it. Her beauty reflected on Rohan. He was a man. And the pretty and obedient sissy on his arm confirmed his strength and confidence. There was no illusion of equality, or who was in charge. Mica couldn't help but feel devoted to this real man, and wish to make him happy.
It was as the ladies said, this was her place.
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