Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 2

It was his choice, I intoned. If he wasn't comfortable with this so soon, he was free to shave his body twice a week and his face twice a day to keep his skin smooth and stubble-free – and endure the nicks, cuts, and razor burn that were part of the process. Either way, I would require 'Danielle' to be hairless but for her scalp and eyebrows or there would be no 'Danielle' at all. I knew what I wanted when it came to my girlfriend's appearance. I was going to play hardball and made certain Danny knew it. Once again, he readily acquiesced to my directive. We left the clinic with Danny appearing to be slightly sunburned – and hairless from his cheeks to his toes.

I couldn't wait to get home to begin putting it all together. Of course, all the lingerie and stockings first had to be folded and put in drawers – after I made Danny take all of his male underwear to the trash. The new shoes were stacked in a shoetree in the closet. The negligees were hung on hangers. After a shower, I treated Danny to a full-body massage with aloe to lessen the sting from his hair-removal session. Then it was time to dress 'Danielle' for our evening's pleasure.

There were two additional surprises for my lover as I prepared her for the night ahead. I produced a pair of superbly-lifelike silicone breast forms placed each one in turn against her chest in its proper position, then marked it. Using a medical-grade adhesive, I attached each breast in its place. The tone of the breast forms would be a perfect match to her skin – once the 'sunburn' faded. The feathered edges blended perfectly with her skin. With a little makeup, there would be no trace of a seam. But for their size (completely filling her DD-cup bras) and firm, thrusting 'done' appearance, everyone would believe the breasts were Danielle's own flesh.

The second surprise was a black calfskin lace-up corset. It was one of six such specially-ordered garments, with more to come. Along with panty- and heel-training, Danielle would also undergo figure-training to achieve that perfect hourglass torso that women covet and men drool over.