She had pictures of him that couldn't get out, and now several of the women he had harassed had copies. They knew he would do anything to keep his boss from seeing him fucking his daughter.

Each woman had plans of how they would get their revenge. Since he treated their friends like a whores, they would do the same to him. But first, they had to turn him into the type of whore he so badly wanted; a busty bleach blonde sex machine.

The first woman owned a salon. She was also an electrologist. She explained about a new technique they were using as three of them began coating his body with a thick blue gel. Soon he was completely covered from the nose down. They made sure his groin had an extra thick coat. They applied a thin layer under his eyebrows. Then the woman began inserting wires from a large machine every few feet. Flipping a switch on the machine, his whole body began to tingle. It slowly grew in intensity as she turned the dial, after 15 minutes, he couldn't stand it, and began to cry.

He sighed in relief when they turned off the machine after 30 minutes. They unplugged the wires. Slowly they began to peel the thick blue gel off. To his horror, he was hairless everywhere the gel had been. Soon he realized that he had no hair from the ears down. He couldn't see his face, but he could feel them peel the gel from his lower face, and around his eyebrows. They explained that this was a new experimental type of electrolysis. A session of 15 minutes could cover entire sections at a time. What little hair would grow back in a few months would be very fine, and could be totally killed with a touch up. But they assured him, his body would remain totally hair free for the rest of his life.

His head was put over the sink, his short black hair was lathered and rinsed. After repeating this, he was set up. His wet hair was combed out. A large bowl of thick white paste was worked into his wet hair. After 20 minutes it was rinsed out. Turning the chair to the mirror, he was shocked to see his hair now a light golden blonde. The chair was then turned. Then 2 woman began combing small sections of his hair. Another woman would hand them something, but he couldn't tell what it was. After several minutes of them pulling and fussing with each small piece, they would move to another spot. It seemed to go on for hours. He could feel them covering his entire head, and his head was starting to get heavy.

Another woman pulled up a cart, and began working on his feet. She filed and buffed his toenails, then applied several coats of a bright red polish. As it dried, she would sprinkle it with gold glitter. After several coats, she moved up to his hands. Long curving nails were glued to each finger. They were shaped, filed and buffed until they were perfect; and almost 3" long. Each was then coated with the same red polish, and topped with the glitter. This was again repeated until 3 coats gave each nail a deep sparkling sheen. How could he possibly function with such long nails. She explained that these new fiberglass nails were practically unbreakable, and the glue used could only be released with a special solvent, and would only happen when they had grown out enough that they needed to be redone; with longer nails extensions. She added that her personal best was 4 1/2", but that she really hoped to eventually get him out to 6".

The women continued working on his head, and it was getting heavy. The women worked as fast as they could, and the other woman handed them things as fast as she could. Another woman asked him if he sunburned easily, or tanned. He told her he didn't burn, but took a long time to tan. She then picked up a bottle and began rubbing a dark brown lotion into his skin, making sure she covered every inch. When he asked what it was, she smiled and said he would find out later. After another hour, the women working on his head were done, having spent almost 3 hours working on him. He was laid down in the chair, and his hair was rinsed again. As they did this, they explained that since his short hair wasn't long enough, they had put in some extensions for a little extra length and volume. They applied several large handfuls of a blue gel into his hair that they explained was a setting lotion to give his thin hair some body. Quickly, they wound his hair tightly onto tiny rollers, and saturated it with the blue solution again. Then they wrapped a towel around his head.

They led him to a room with a large glass table with lights in it. When he got to the table, they opened the large lid, and began hovering around him again. They applied another coat of the brown liquid. The same woman started carefully applying the liquid to his face, carefully covering every inch, even up to his hairline. He felt others putting the liquid on his body. It almost felt like they were putting else on him, but she insisted he keep his head up so she could do his face properly, so he couldn't see what they were doing. After several minutes, they had him lay down on the table, and began lowering the top of the table; which also was lined with lights. She explained that it was going to get very bright, and how important it was that he keep his eyes closed the entire time. She then put tiny patches over his eyes. He could feel her close the top of the table until it was only inches above him. Suddenly, it got very bright. Even with his eyes closed, and the patches, he could feel the intense light all around him. He wasn't sure how long he was in there. Finally he heard a bell ring, and the top lifted up. She looked down at him, removing the patches, and motioned for him to get up. "OK, 45 minutes should be enough for a start. Once we have a schedule for you, a half hour a day, three times a week should be a good maintenance, but we have to get your base set before we can do that."

Looking down, he could see that they had put what looked like a girls bikini on him. It was very tiny, and looked like it was a very loose knit material. It consisted of strings holding other sections together. The bottom had 2 strings across his hips going to the tiny front section. The front was a tiny arrow pointing down, with five stars around the top. It fit very low on him, barely covering his cock that was folded and stuffed between his legs into the tiny pouch of the arrow. It was obvious he had no pubic hair, as it was so small any curls would have shown. He couldn't see the back. It was a single string pulled deep between his cheeks. The top was also just strings, holding a tiny star over his nipples. It had a few other strings around it, almost forming a lace pattern. There was no shoulder straps. He was relieved, as he was worried the shoulder straps would show. The led him to another room, and he started to worry again.

He was handed a tiny pink silk robe to put on, and led to another room. Once inside the room, she removed the robe. They then removed the tiny bikini from him. He noticed that his skin had a noticeable pink glow to it. He wondered what that was from, removing all his body hair, or the lighted table they had put him on. They rubbed another lotion into his skin, then handed him the pink robe. Wrapping it around himself, he noticed that it was very sheer, and was very short. Most of his legs showed, and he was certain that if he moved wrong, or too quickly, that his returning erection would show.

The first woman rewrapped the towel around his head. All his movement had caused it to come loose. She wrapped it tightly, then led him over to the chair in front of the mirror. Sitting in the chair, she quickly moved to straps on the arms, securing his arms to the chair, then his ankles. Turning the chair around, she opened his robe. A large tray was pulled up along side the chair. He didn't recognize anything on the tray. It contained an assortment of hoops, rings and metal studs. It also had some ominous looking clamps and needles. She picked up what looked like a marking pen. She examined several areas of his body, making tiny marks. After about 20 minutes, she put the pen down, and smiled an evil smile.

She picked up what looked like a label gun. She cocked the device. Grabbing his left ear, he heard and felt a loud pop. She continued clicking the device, and he heard more pops. She moved from side to side, until she was soon pinching the tops of his ears. Then she moved to the front. Clicking the device, the held it to his nose, and again it popped.

Now she picked up a big brown Q-tip, and painted his nipples with it. He started getting more nervous. Picking up one of the scary looking clamps, she positioned it on his nipple, clamping it firmly in place; then placed on the other side. She reached over and picked up what looked to him to be a large needle. Quickly, she pushed the needle through the hole in the clamp in one side of the base of the nipple, then did the same on the other side. Picking up a smaller needle, she put this through right next to the larger one. Then picking up a small one, put it through at the tip of the nipple; then repeated with the other side. Releasing the clamps, she picked up a 2" gold ring with a dark red ball on one side. She fit this to the needle, then pushed it through until it was through his nipple. She put a 1" ring with bright red ball in the next hole. Then a small gold bar with a pink ball on one end was fit into the tip. Picking up a tube of super glue, she held it in front of him. She made sure he saw her put glue in another tiny pink ball, then thread it tightly on the open end of the bar. She then put glue in each of the red balls before she screwed them tightly on the open ends of the rings. She explained that the glue would make sure the rings and bars didn't open and come out. He knew this meant that they were there to stay. Then she placed a 1" gold ring with a pink ball through his navel.

Picking up another swab, she swabbed most of his genitals; and he thought he would pass out. A 1" gold ring with a dark red ball went through the underside of his cock, coming out the opening. She put a tiny bar with bright red balls on each end every 1/2" along the underside of his erect cock. Then a row of 1/4" rings with bright pink balls down the center of his balls, every 1/4". Between his balls and his ass hole, a 2" gold ring was placed. All these were glued closed.

A pretty brunette, her arms covered with tattoos, pushed up another cart. She checked her equipment, making sure everything was ready. As she worked, he was entranced by her tattoos. Both arms were completely covered in intricate designs. Her chest was covered, coming down over her shoulders, and deep into her ample bust. Only a small clear strip of clear skin disappearing into her cleavage was not decorated. Looking at her legs, they too were completely covered in designs. Her face was elaborately made up. She picked up a strange device that looked like an engraving machine. She dipped the tip into a bright pink liquid, then put it to his lips. Suddenly it start buzzing, and he felt a sting to his lip where she was working. After a few seconds, she dipped it in the pink color again. Soon she had worked over both lips. Wiping the tip off, she picked a lighter shade of pink and dipped it in. Looking into the mirror, "Oh my God, she's tattooing me." he thought. As she continued to work, he realized that she was in fact tattooing him, as if she were applying make up. Soon his cheeks were done, in a couple shades of pink. Moving to his eyes, she outlined them with a thin black line on the lower lid and a heavier one on the upper lid, extending out past the corner of his eye slightly. She stepped aside while another woman stepped in and began plucking his eyebrows. After 15 minutes on each side, she was done. The first woman picked up her tattoo gun and gently blended medium and dark brown colors along his now thin, dramatically arched brow. Dipping the tip in a light blue, she colored the outer corners of each eye, then applied a medium blue and dark gold to the inner corner. Bright pinks and yellows were added to the upper areas, just under the brow. Picking up the brightest red she had, she colored in his nipples, drawing them twice the size they were. Then she colored the head of his dick, and his hairless balls the same bright pink she used on his lips. After almost an hour and a half of work, she wiped off her machine, rolling the cart away.

The group approached as he sat in the chair. They all had very wide smiles on their faces, as if they were proud of themselves. The woman who owned the salon came over to the chair, tipping it back slightly. She then moved a couple of levers, and a large section of the seat dropped away, leaving his butt bare. The first woman, the sister of the girl that got this started, walked up holding a box. Opening the box, he saw a strange device in her hands. It was about 6" long, thick, and had a wide base to it. The end was rounded, and it almost looked like a ... It is, it's a fake cock. What are they going to do with that. Attached to the base was a short wire. Another woman took out a black box. Flipping a switch on the black box, the fake dick began to buzz. Oh no, it's a radio control for the dick. Soon she shut it off. They all drew straws to see who got to insert it into him. The tiny blonde barmaid from the strip club won. With an evil smile, she smeared lube on it. Holding it to his clenched butt, she pushed slowly. He fought hard, but she pushed harder, and soon the tip slipped in. She began slowly working it, turning it as she slid it in and out. Soon the entire thing was buried inside him. Taking the control box, she pushed a red bottom several times. Each time the shaft of the dick got bigger at the base as it slowly inflated, holding it in place and stretching him. When she was satisfied, she flipped the vibrator control, and it began to buzz slowly. Then another woman flipped a switch, and the entire shaft began to wiggle around. One last switch was flipped, and the shaft started to stretch, pumping even farther into him, then pulling back; driving about 4" deeper with each stroke.

"OK ladies, it's time to start getting our little slut dressed." The voice was that of the little red head. He barely remembered her. He would later be reminded that she owned a very fashionable new wave boutique on the other side of town. She had a cart loaded with clothes in front of her. The first was a black corset. It was dramatically curved, and reinforced with heavy metal stays. Releasing him, they wrapped it around him. A large pair of pads were put in the open bra cups, pushing his chest up. Pulling it tight just to fasten it, they soon began pulling the laces. He fought just to breath. After another 20 minutes of continued pulling, he felt like he would pass out. Each time they pulled tighter, someone would reach inside the top of the corset, lifting his chest up as far as they could pull it. Soon they had it as tight as it would go. Looking down, he was amazed to see that the corset and pads made it look like he had boobs. Staring in the mirror, he was shocked to see his tiny waist, and it looked like he had a pair of C cup boobs, and the nipples rings pushed out proudly for all to see. "It's not much, but it's a good start. Once we get this bitch to the clinic, and have his figure trained, we can start working on giving him the figure we want."

They held up stockings in front of him. First a pair of sheer red stockings were worked up his legs, then a pair of black fishnet stockings were rolled up, then his foot inserted into it. The stockings were worked up his smooth, hairless legs. Soon they reached his upper thighs, where the 1" wide band at the top was attached to the garters that hung from each side of the black corset trimmed in red lace, 3 black garters with red trim hung on each side. Next a tiny pair of sheer black crotchless panties with red trim were worked up his legs. His now raging erection was fit through the opening. The panties were pulled up into place, a tiny red bow just above his erection; and the tiny g-string back of the panty pulled up tightly between his butt cheeks. A large box was placed next to where he sat. Opening the box, he saw a pair of shoes he never dreamed existed. They were black patent leather, with a red lace up the sides. As they wedged them on his feet, his bright red toenails clearly showed through the open toes. As they laced the side up tight above his ankles, they securely tied the laces. A tiny buckle at the top was closed, and a tiny padlock attached to it, locking the shoes on him. Only now did the turn his foot so that he could see the rest of the shoe. It had a small 3" platform under the ball of his foot, his foot was dramatically arched as though he were on his tip toes, and a tiny 9 1/2" chrome spike heel sat under the heel of each foot. He knew it would be impossible to even walk in these shoes, let alone try to escape.

Suddenly, he heard a clicking noise. Turning to look, he saw one of the women with a camera, taking pictures. Here he stood, laced into this dramatic corset, stockings, sky high heels, pierced nipples, and his hairless erection throbbing through his crotchless panties; and they had it all on film. Next they put a tiny blouse on him. It was cut very low in front, so his corset top showed. But since it was made out of pink tinted vinyl, his corset, and hard, pierced nipples clearly showed through the material. Next a tiny piece of stretchy material was fit around his waist and pulled down over his hips. On a tiny woman, it would be a short spandex mini skirt. But on him, it did not even cover his panties; and his bulging organ clearly showed through the material. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, he felt the remote control dick in his ass start to move.

Sitting him back in the chair, they started to work on his hair again. The combination of the dramatic corset, and the dick stuffed in his ass, made it difficult to sit. As he sat, he saw himself in the mirror. The dramatically slutty outfit left nothing to the imagination. He had seen hookers wearing less provocative outfits. Removing the towel from his head as they turned the chair, he was able to see himself now. Once the towel was removed, the mass of hair extensions they have woven into his own hair came into view. Removing the rollers they had placed their, they began combing it out. He couldn't tell, but they had woven curly, bleach blonde hair into his own, much of it almost pure white, and very long. They began teasing the tops and sides, until it stood several inches in height all around him. Even his new bangs were over 6" high. The tops and sides of his new hair were well over 8" in volume. As they reached the sides and back, he felt something touch his back. He didn't realize that most of the extensions were well over 4 foot long. As they teased the hair, it fell to the bottom of the chair, but his couldn't see or feel it. Picking up a can of hairspray, they sprayed it heavily. Finally ready, they had him stand, and turn to the mirror. "OH MY GOD". The huge cascade of curls reached below his butt to the middle of his thighs, far longer than the too short skirt he wore. As he stared in shock, he heard the non stop clicking of the camera. They had him turn and pose. When he turned to the side, the bulge of his erection was obvious. Reaching down, someone lifted the bottom of his skirt slightly. Not much, but as short as it was, it only needed a little help. Up popped his erection, and it was all caught on film.

"Go ahead, slut, play with it, we know you want to." the little red head ordered. Slowly touching it, his erection throbbed. It wouldn't take much to make him cum, he was so excited. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, the long curved nails wrapped around it. As soon as he did this, they flipped a switch on the control for the dildo in his ass, and it increased it's intensity. Not only did it vibrate, but it wiggled and drove deeper into his hole. His eyes widened in lust, as the cameras flashed. "Play with that hard dick, you slut." "Don't forget to play with your nipples you whore." they chanted, cheering him on as he played with himself. The dildo inside him went faster and faster. Sensing he was about to cum, the blonde waitress held a champagne glass in front of him as he came, catching it all. As the orgasm subsided, she handed him the glass. He knew what they wanted. They had him kneel on the floor, lifting the glass above his head, he tipped it so that his cum dripped into his open mouth. All he saw was a series of flashes as he caught his cum in his open mouth. The flash blinded him, and he missed with some, as it dripped down his chin, they cheered wildly, telling him to lick it all up. When the glass was almost empty, they had him lick it clean. When it was gone, they sat him back in the chair to touch up his make up.

To be continued....