A Guy in Need Become a Model Indeed Pt.9 (Patreon)

Chapter 9

“Let’s go Vickie, I’m sure that by now our breakfast is waiting on us. That and getting you all ready took a little longer than I anticipated. I have a store to open up and I need to drop you off at the salon as well.” Linda said somewhat impatient.

“Uhm Miss Linda, I can’t really move in this thing, could I please possibly wear another skirt, and maybe no heels? I’m surely going to trip like this.” Victor asked politely despite his dislike of the skirt and his entire situation, he might have had a minor victory that he had gotten to remove the image where he thought he was still too recognisable.  He was no fool though, he was starting to realise that in order to get any hope of getting anything done from Linda his best chance was being polite and grovelling seemed to help as well. The chances of success remained limited, but it was at least worth a shot.

At least until he had a better plan of dealing with Linda. His best option would probably be to move behind her back. Facing her head on had never worked so far. “Don’t be such a drama queen sissy, just walk in heel to toe steps and you’ll be fine. A great help could be to move tuck your elbows right at your waist and keep your under arms out straight to keep balance, just keep your steps as tiny as you can and you’ll be fine. You could of course ask me nicely to hold your hand and escort you down stairs like a real princess.” Linda smirked. The skirt was working in the exact way it was intended forcing him into a dainty mince no matter what.

Mortified Victor just tried to heed Linda’s instruction and take the smallest possible steps. His one foot moving right in front of the other with only an inch to spare between his heel and his toe. It was the maximum the skirt allowed, if it had been a tiny bit tighter he wouldn’t be able to step without standing on his toes each time. His pride simply didn’t allow him to ask help like that.

Holding his arms in the position Linda had suggested held a little, yet he still was very wobbly on his tall heels. During the shoot he hadn’t really needed to take a step so he was clueless on how to manage his heels. When he nearly twisted on his second step attempt he realised he wasn’t going to make it like this at all. How did women even walk in heels? At this rate he would twist an ankle or even break a rib when falling before he even made it out of the room.

Thinking about that possibility made Victor Shudder. Maybe swallowing his pride would be his only option. After all he didn’t dare think about tripping and being sent to the hospital, the contract would force Linda to cover all his expenses, but being seen dressed like this in a hospital full of people, without makeup and his very recognisable hair was doomed to hurt his pride way more, especially if scans would make his cock cage light up as well.

The horror he imagined was enough to get him to humiliate himself in front of Linda yet again. “Miss Linda, could you please hold my hand and escort me to breakfast like the princess I am?” Victor asked with a beet red face. Better to lose his pride than lose his pride and twist an ankle, he supposed.

“Of course princess Vickie, it would be my pleasure to escort our sissy highness.” Linda taunted as she grabbed one of Victor’s lace wrapped hands from the bottom as if escorting him to a dance. His other hand held onto his tiny purse, still sticking out from his side to keep his balance. While Linda did hold him a bit loosely, she was a strong woman and were he to trip Victor felt comfortable she would catch him.

Even though he was supported now he couldn’t afford to lose much concentration, walking on these tall heels while managing the restricting skirt at the same time. His focus was entirely dedicated to taking small heel to toe steps. Looking down to see where he was going wasn’t something he could even manage, the corset and the high collar of the blouse forced him to keep his back and neck straight. He had to walk solely on the feel.

Due to his focus going to his walk he didn’t even realise how much he walked like a sissy, his hips were wiggling excessively due to the fact that he had to roll one leg in front of the other within the boundaries of his skirt. His one arm sticking out straight from his waist with his wrist automatically limp holding his clutch purse. He didn’t even realise it was limp. The other hand being daintily held by Linda didn’t look much better. The excessive mince was only further enhanced by the way his outfit perfectly accentuated it, creating his hourglass figure with the mermaid like tail flared out bottom of his skirt swishing elegantly.

Like that Victor was slowly led down to the dining room by Linda where one full looking plate stood at the head of the table, paired with fresh orange juice and two plates with half an avocado and a slice of toast, paired with water sat at each side of it. Stephanie dressed in her store uniform with immaculate makeup made a quick curtesy. On her face there was a look of shock though. With his dainty mince and the way he was led by Linda’s hand Victor didn’t look nearly as confident and defiant anymore. She really hoped Linda hadn’t managed to subjugate her hero yet.

Sitting at the table Victor quietly ate his breakfast in what looked like a most dainty manner. The truth was that there really wasn’t much of another way in which he could eat. The corset and blouse forced his back and neck straight while the lace gloves and long fingernails made his hands look delicate no matter what he did. The skirt on the other hand firmly kept his legs pressed together like one expected from a woman wearing a skirt.

When everyone was done eating which in reality translated to when Linda was done eating as she had the biggest meal, they all went to the car. Stephanie minced ahead to open the door for her step mom while Linda remained at Victor’s side, carefully helping him up from his chair and guiding him to the car in the same manner with which she had guided him downstairs earlier. Their way to the car was a slow one with the tiny steps Victor could take, but eventually they made it there. “Alright Vickie, you can sit in the back with Stephanie. How exciting, there’s only a small drive left between you and your makeover.” Linda gushed.

Victor just groaned as he kept his perfect posture. The longer this was going on the more he started to doubt whether this morning had actually been a victory. He didn’t look forward to his makeover at all. Still it remained preferential to being better recognisable he guessed. Getting in the car Victor’s posture remained pretty much perfect as Stephanie took place next to him silently. A makeover sounded like bad stuff, but she knew how persuasive her stepmother could be.

The drive to the city was a nerve wracking one as Victor constantly mulled about what his makeover would end up meaning. All he had to go from was the promise that he would end up looking unrecognisable. It was both the goal and his worst fear. He didn’t really feel like talking on the way to the salon and neither did Stephanie. She couldn’t say what she wanted to say to Victor with her stepmother within earshot anyways.

Linda on the other hand enjoyed the ride taunting Victor about his upcoming makeover, not at all easing his worries. “Oh Vickie the more I think about it, the happier I am that you chose the makeover. I mean it’s a pity that we won’t be able to play on your old image, to get some genuine comments from people you know as they gush about how much you have changed. You’re new look I believe will resonate so much better with our target audience. You will really be reborn as Princess Vickie and an unmistakeable part of the CC’s family.” Linda gushed.

By the time they pulled up in front of the very pink looking salon right in the middle of a bad part of town Victor was even more nervous than when they had left the mansion. Linda’s taunts had sorely shredded his feeling of having scored a victory by agreeing to this and now that he saw the salon it brought back memories to that horrid CC’s place. The last thing he wanted was to get out here in this part of town looking like he did.

“Well princess, what are you waiting for? We haven’t got all day, are you going to head in for your appointment or what?” Linda asked sounding a bit annoyed as she looked back to see how Victor looked out of the window frozen in shock.

Eventually with a deep sigh Linda got out of the driver’s seat and walked around to open Victor’s door, not at all bothered by the thugs hanging around. He guessed as far as he knew Linda she could stand her ground against one of these thugs, but then again even dressed normally Victor wouldn’t feel entirely at ease here. He guessed an obviously wealthy woman would be a prime target. Little did he know Linda had dealings with the gang who owned these streets. She had immunity here.

“Waiting for your door to be opened to get an escort out, you really are a Princess aren’t you Vickie? Now get out or do I need to give you a spanking right here on the street? You know what? I bet if I asked those guys over there they would love to help you out of the car. I bet they would love giving you your spanking as well, so what is it going to be, are you going to cooperate, or do I need to request some help from those fine men over there?” Linda asked with a smirk.

In no time Victor was up on his feet and out of the car. Linda might actually be crazy enough to call out to those shady looking guys and as far as Victor knew that could end up very bad for all of them. He had learned not to challenge Linda on things he wanted to avoid at all costs. Wasting no time Linda grabbed his hand and escorted him into the salon in what he considered a reckless move leaving her car unlocked.

Inside the salon that horrid Suzan woman was already awaiting them, she was flanked by a dainty slender Hispanic girl who looked gorgeous yet very timid and a bit excessive in her makeup and clothes. Victor groaned as his chastity cage grew painfully tight seeing this pretty girl, at the same time his cheeks flushed red realising he was probably growing excited over a fellow sissy once again. As it happened he tried thinking of Mindy. That way he could at least justified to himself that he was growing excited about a genuine hot woman, it was a lousy excuse, but it helped him.

“Ah Suzan, Angel, thank you for waiting on us. I believe you can take things over from here or do you still have questions about what I requested?” Linda asked in a rush, she really needed to get going to open up CC’s.

“We can definitely take it from here Linda, I can’t think of any questions right now and if they were to arrive I have your number. This will probably take some time, I think she will be ready around noon.” Suzan Said with a huge smile. With that Linda said her goodbye’s and left the salon.

Suzan instantly took hold of Victor’s hand to lead him to a nearby chair, snickering loudly as she saw him struggled to keep up with the small mincing steps the outfit forced him in. “Take a seat Princess Vickie, me and Angel were so sad to see your profile go empty this morning. Don’t worry though, we’ll take very good care of you so you’re profile pic ready. Trust me, when you are done you will blow everyone who comes across your profile away. First let’s protect this pretty outfit of yours though.” Suzan said as she wrapped a pink smock around his neck. She only really needed to work on his head so it wouldn’t be in the way at all.

Victor had barely taken place in his seat when Suzan started working on him, starting out by snapping a picture. His hair was made moist with a spray bottle before brushing it out all around his head snapping another picture. “Don’t you worry princess, this is for personal use only, I won’t share these publicly.” Suzan assured him as Angel stepped in and started spreading a rather foul smelling paste in his hair, carefully applying it to every strand of hair, dividing the layers with aluminium foil.

It were some of the more dirty processes so Suzan happily left those to her sissy, she only ever did the things she liked anymore. Once his hair was completely coated it was left to rest and set for a moment, before Victor was led to one of the washing stations. He was completely mortified as Suzan insisted on holding his hand, what had they just done to his hair? He guessed he would soon find out, but he dreaded that moment.

His hair was quickly taken out of the foil as his head was pulled back in the sink while Angel carefully washed out all the paste. When he was guided back up he was shocked seeing that his hair had turned nearly white now. His trademark luscious black curls were gone leaving him with nearly white wet hair, a whiteness that hadn’t washed out. While it was only one change it made him look completely different and while he guessed that was his exact reason for being her, he couldn’t help but feel like yet another piece of his old self was taken from him. Sure he didn’t want to be recognised, but this was just as mortifying.

Guided back to the chair another foul smelling paste was added to his hair. With how drastically the last paste had changed him, he really dreaded seeing the results of this one. Was his hair going to end up looking completely white? What was their goal here? God he really hoped that wouldn’t be the case. It would make him stand out even more than he already did. He thought with dread as Suzan kept snapping pics.

From the hairdressers chair he was once again led to the washing station making him suspect that Suzan was getting a kick out of making him mince going off her giggles. His horror only deepened as he was getting marched back to the hairdressers chair, instead of white his hair was left looking a very bright red, similar to Stephanie and Linda, only his red looked brighter and more artificial. It was so much worse than the white even as he couldn’t even form words when Suzan remarked. “Do you like your new colour Vickie? I think it suits your style so very well.” She smirked as he was left confused thinking about what exactly she meant.

Staring straight in front of him Victor just sat there in shock as now Suzan took over, getting to work on his hair, snipping some strands off here and there, but making it difficult for him to see what exactly she was going for as it hung wet against his head. There was a lot cut off his hair in the front leaving a faint outline of side way bangs, a hairstyle no guy would ever wear.

His hairdo really started taking shape as Suzan straightened out his hair a little, leaving it lightly wavey instead of curly. She then dried and brushed it up Adding a lot of volume to his hair, especially the sideways bangs which were brushed up in a kind of crest and pinned back to the rest of his hair with a bright green starfish shaped hair pin.

The hairstyle looked oddly familiar for some reason, then suddenly the shocked realisation of why it looked so familiar set in. paired with the tail like skirt he looked like a frilly sissy parody of the little mermaid. God he wanted nothing more than for this chair to swallow him completely as he realised he was now looking like a real princess, a sissy Disney princess at that. Sure he looked a lot different already, even without makeup, but he wasn’t happy at all with the change. If anything he felt tricked by Linda, again. He should have known she would never be that eager to let him delete his pictures.

“There we go, looking like the real pretty princess you are. Now let’s get to work on that makeup so not even your mother would recognise you anymore. I’m sure your followers will love this new you even better, you’re looking so much more playful and sexy.” Suzan commented as Victor realised in shock that she war right. This new look would definitely drag a lot more attention from perves all over social media. Consequentially he guessed he would be receiving a lot more dick pics. Groaning Victor realised there was no going back now, instead it was about to get worse as Suzan attacked his face with her makeup kit.

Feeling all the tubes and brushes moving over his face was a scary experience, but the true shock only really set in when Suzan stepped aside allowing him a look at his face. The skill fully applied foundation and highlighter made his jaw line and nose appear smaller while highlighting his cheekbones making his face appear structurally more feminine. His lips looked a lot fuller as well thanks to the lip liner Suzan had used to make them slightly bigger. The thick coating of hot pink lipstick finished off with a clear high gloss that gave them a permanent wet look helped as well.

A slight rosy blush was applied to his cheeks giving Victor a permanently flustered look, while the smoky blend of green eyeshadows paired with his luscious lashes, enhanced by mascara and the wing tipped eyeliner, gave his eyes something seductive and mysterious. His makeup matched perfectly with his outfit and made him recognisable even to himself. Just like everything it was over the top, not a slight enhancing natural look by a long shot.

Just as he thought things were finally over Suzan caught him completely by surprise when she pierced his left earlobe, causing a short but sharp pain. “Wha… What are you doing?!” Victor instantly cried out, breaking out of his shocked stare.

“I’m just finishing your makeover, now sit still or we run the risk of this needle shredding your ear and we wouldn’t want that now would we?” Suzan exclaimed as Victor wanted to keep protesting, but he was too scared to move, afraid of really getting hurt. He couldn’t believe Suzan was piercing his ears, his hair could be cut, this makeup could be washed off, but a hole would need time to heal.

With Victor once again sitting still Suzan proceeded, piercing his ears not one, but three times each. The bottom hole on each ear got a big golden hoop earing that would stand out like a sore thumb against his flaming red hair. A big white pearl was put into the hole above and finally a bright green Shell shaped stud was fastened in the top hole . “There we go, all ready and pretty like a princess. I would call your makeup a complete success, an example and dream for any sissy and eye candy for any perv.” Suzan grinned as she stepped back and removed the smock from around Victor’s neck, giving him a first good look of his makeover paired with his outfit as she pulled the shocked sissy up from his seat.

Victor just stared at his reflection, completely frozen in horror while Suzan admired her handy work snapping pic after pic of his makeover. Working on sissies was so much more satisfying than any client she had ever had before. Touching up a woman’s hairdo and colour while visible was nowhere near as impactful as shaping these rough diamonds these guys into the most effeminate fairies around. She really could go all out with makeup looks no woman would accept and she loved it. The shocked looks on their faces was just the cherry on top.

Eventually it was the loud moaning ringtone of his phone that snapped him out of his frozen state. Whatever message he had received it couldn’t be good. Subtly Victor was trying to ignore that he had even heard it, Linda wasn’t around anyways. Suzan wasn’t going to let that one pass however. “Aren’t you going to check that phone Vickie? I doubt Linda would be happy if she heard. I guess she wouldn’t even be mad if I pull you over my lap for it. After adding some blush to your cheeks I would be more than happy to add some to your butt cheeks as well, all natural this time.” She grinned.

Suzan’s threat shocked Victor, he hadn’t expected her to have this little reservations about punishing him, but she was right. Linda would be mad if he didn’t check his phone. More so, he doubted she would have any problems if Suzan decided to tan his hide, calling it his just desert. Suzan looked like a burly woman, even if she was on the old side. He doubted she would have much trouble actually bending him over her lap, especially given his restrictive skirt.

He felt like such a sissy fishing the pink phone out of his elegant clutch purse, struggling with his long nails. An image of yet another rock hard cock greeting him the moment his screen lit up. Victor groaned as he clicked through to the message of his social media team that had caused the moan. Reading the message Victor was horrified, somewhere he should feel lucky that Suzan had urged him to check his phone as the message read. “Good morning Princess Vickie, we were happy to hear that you decided to go for a new image so close to the start. After only one picture it is easy to start over and start building your brand on your new look. Now for your new first picture and profile pic you should find a mirror in the salon, a full length mirror if at all possible and pose for a selfie with your back turned to it. Take a bunch of pictures and like yesterday we’ll select the best one and send it back to you together with the text.” If he hadn’t read this message here he wouldn’t be able to carry it out and Linda would have been furious.

All he wanted to do was curse Suzan for this extreme makeover, but instead he had to ask her for a full length mirror. “Uhm do you happen to have a full length mirror in your store?” He asked with a loud groan, not liking this one bit.

“That’s Miss Suzan to you and you don’t seem all too excited about finding such mirror. If you aren’t going to appreciate it I will not show you the mirror.” Suzan said firmly, enjoying this way too much since she knew Victor needed this mirror. She was very aware of the deal between him and Linda. In fact it was a deal to promote her salon as well. Doing business with Linda had been the best deal she had ever had. Sure she had lost a little autonomy to do whatever the hell she wanted, but she had gained so many benefits for it. It had in fact saved her salon.

From his experience with Linda so far he knew that he didn’t want to screw this up at all so using all his will power he supressed the urge to tell Suzan to shove it to instead excitedly plead for the mirror. “Oh please Miss Suzan, could you please show me to a full length mirror so I can have a good look at my new hair and makeover to snap the perfect selfie?” He gushed, his excitement, just like his smile were forced, but it was enough for Suzan.

“Well of course Vickie, follow me.” Suzan said as she shuffled a bit deeper into the salon opening a curtain to what looked like a small changing room that was brightly lit. Just like the CC boutique had a stage Linda had made sure to install a perfect selfie room in Suzan’s salon. The light was perfect, there was a full length mirror and on the top of the mirror the name of “Suzan’s Salon for Sissies and other deviants.” Was printed in an elegant pink cursive script, it would serve as a sort of water mark, publicity within every selfie taken here.

With a soft inward groan Victor entered the room and positioned himself right in front of the mirror’s centre trying to find the perfect pose and angle to keep his hand at. He had never really bothered with selfies, but his contract gave him no choice but to do it and do it good or face punishment. Finding a good angle while looking into his front camera only further confronted him with his severe transformation, he truly looked like a delicate pretty sissy doll rather than the metal head he had once been, his long flaming red hair and exaggerated outfits now his trademark rather than his black curls.

Victor was blushing intensely, but under the thick layers of makeup it didn’t even show. He looked a bit fake, but immaculate. When he eventually found a good angle it took all his willpower to put a smile on his face, but once he managed to do so he snapped pic after pic, showing his new hair, his elaborate makeup and big parts of his outfit both front and back thanks to the mirror.

About a hundred pics later he dropped his phone with a big sigh and just selected all pics sending them to his social media team just to be done with them. Finally this ordeal was over and he was safe from recognition, he still wasn’t quite sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. He was just about to leave the selfie room when Suzan stopped him.

“Wait a minute Princess Vickie I still need a picture for my salon’s page, as part of the CC’s family the least you can do is help out, I’m sure Linda would approve. Now put that phone away and give me a limp wristed wave.” Suzan said with a big smile as she pulled out her own phone.

Victor instantly wanted to object, one picture on social media would be more than enough, let alone finding himself on multiple pages, but Suzan was right Linda would approve so he’d better humour her. Besides, Suzan was probably more than capable of dishing out punishment herself to make him comply. After all his selfies this really wasn’t that big of a deal anymore and not worth the fight. Groaning softly Victor gave her the limp wristed wave she requested with a forced smile as Suzan snapped numerous pics.

When she put her camera down Victor was about to leave, but Suzan stopped him again. “Just one more thing Vickie, it’s time to thank your stylist for the wonderful makeover. Angel get your ass in here right now! Now you two sissies just turn your sides to the mirror give each other a big hug and planted a big kiss on each other’s lips while you do so.” Suzan instructed with a big smirk.

Angel knew better than to protest, she instantly did as her Mistress demanded scared to face her brush again. Victor was more reluctant, but with Angel already hugging him and Suzan blocking the only way out he realised that giving in was his only wait out of this selfie room. Closing his eyes he hugged Angel back, feeling the corset underneath her dress, and kissed her on her own thickly painted lips. He couldn’t help but cringe, Angel was really pretty, that much was certain, but he knew she was a sissy and thus a guy as well. He just kissed a guy. He thought grossed out.

Another few pictures later the sissies were finally allowed to let go of each other and this time Suzan didn’t stop him from leaving this selfie room as she was too busy tapping away on her phone. Victor took this opportunity to mince past her to the door, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible, Being with Linda wasn’t really better, but still he wanted to get away from here.

Making it to the door without support despite his high heels and his hobble skirt Victor froze in his tracks. Linda and the car were gone. He knew Linda had told him she needed to open up her store, but he hadn’t expected she would really leave without waiting for him, what was he supposed to do now? There was no way he’d move out alone in this neighbourhood, especially not looking like he now did.

Turning around he was about to go ask Suzan for a lift or anything really, but the woman was already approaching him at the door. “Ah there you are Vickie, those pictures I made are so lovely, especially the one with you kissing my Angel, two such pretty sissies making out are bound to attract many likes, but then again you are perfectly capable of that on your own. I’ll wait to post them and tag you till you have a new first post up, but for now let’s get you back to Linda shall we?” Suzan said with a smirk.

The last thing Victor wanted was more exposure, then again the whole point of his contract was attracting as much exposure as possible so despite disliking it he couldn’t complain about it, especially not to this horrid Suzan woman, he was just relieved she would get him back to CC’s

His relief didn’t last long as Suzan promptly moved outside and shouted to what seemed like a random direction for Victor. “Hey Marco, do you have a while? I have a sissy here that needs an escort, it’s probably going to take a while since she’s wearing one of those hobble skirts, but it’s a real pretty one.”

Did Suzan really call on one of these thugs? Victor was shocked, who was Marco, and most importantly how well could he trust any of these thugs outside. The fact that Suzan had called him a real pretty one just made it all that much more unsettling, then there was still the problem of how she had told him that it could take a while due to her hobble skirt. She didn’t mean he had to walk all the way to CC’s did she? As if appearing like this in public wouldn’t be bad enough already, his legs would simply be killing him after such a long walk.