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A story that is based on ideas that lthr-nck and I have been discussing for years and is finally coming to fruition! Thank you to Ningyou-Macher for helping edit.
The Spa, Chapter 6Sandy carefully helped Denise to her feet, watching with marked interest as Denise, the former teacher-turned-drone now known as D36, continued to stare at the mirror.Next:
"The longer you stare at your faceless form, the more your mind will empty, so please, stare away, D36," Sandy quipped, placing special emphasis on Denise's new name. Denise obeyed; there was no resistance left.
Behind the mask, invisible to both, Denise's eyes were glassy, her mouth slightly open, as she stood perfectly still - as still as her mind was now. Even when Sandy released the stupefied woman's hands, allowing Denise's arms to drop to her sides, she did not react - the last vestiges of her independent thought had floated away like a leaf in an autumn breeze.
Sandy continued to watch Denise's breathing slow, her sizeable breasts rising and falling until they too came to a standstill. At last, she reached out for Denise's wrist, feeling for her faint pulse.
"Perfect. The
The Spa, Chapter 89 P.M. Friday night...
The well-dressed gentleman stepped out of his car, as the valet took his place. He and his female companion, dressed in a beautiful beige gown, walked purposefully up the walk to the large double doors. The attendant smiled at them both as he opened the door, letting them in.
The hall they stepped into was grandiose with its high ceiling, chandeliers, round tables throughout, and servers walking amongst the patrons, offering them hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The servers - all female - were dressed in identical short, tight, black A-frame dresses with stockings and heels, and matching perfunctory expressions; only their hair color - raven, sandy, auburn, cherry - distinguished them from each other. At the far end was a semi-circular stage with a dark curtain across it, obscuring the stage.
A woman approached them, wearing a black dress and heels, her blonde hair up in a bun, her face sparkling as she smiled. "Mr. Devereaux. It
A story that is based on ideas that lthr-nck and I have been discussing for years and is finally coming to fruition! Thank you to Ningyou-Macher for helping edit.
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One day Denise will win a free massage, without having to worry about strange transformations. But for the moment, let's hope she somehow escapes this predicament.