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Chapter 2 The Transformation.
=======================

I was awakened by the sudden movement of the box in which I had been
locked. It 
felt as if someone had picked it up and was carrying it along.
"Stop." I shouted. Somebody thumped the box violently.
"Shut up." A gruff voice ordered. Helpless, I obeyed. From the tipping
of the 
box we seemed to go down a staircase and then the box was set down
somewhere. I 
heard the slam of a metallic door and then the sound of an engine. I was
in some 
kind of car or van, taking me away from the club. I resolved to track
where we 
were going from the movement of the car.

Such things are easier in films than in real life. I didn't know London
well 
enough to cope, and I was swiftly lost. After a journey of approximately
fifteen 
minutes, the vehicle stopped and I heard the door open. Once again my
prison was 
hoisted and taken on a bumpy journey up a staircase, before finally
being set 
down with a bump. I determined to make a break for it as soon as the
door 
opened. Seconds later, my chance occurred as the lock snapped open and
the door 
moved. I pushed it open quickly, and tried to jump to my feet, only to
be pushed 
back in by strong hands. I looked up. Hawk was holding my shoulders down
whilst 
Aisling held my feet. I felt someone else placing something around my
ankles. 
Shifting my head to look around Aisling, I saw, to my dismay, that it
was 
Sepulchre. I had hoped that she was not involved with my kidnap and 
imprisonment, unfortunately, it appeared she was.

My hands were roughly pushed together in front of me and I felt
something clasp 
around them. Hawk's arms, holding my shoulders down, and the sides of
the box, 
prevented me from seeing what was going on. Then, I was released, and
lifted out 
of the box and deposited on my feet. I looked around. I was in a medium-
sized 
rectangular room with whitewashed walls and a wooden floor. There were
no 
windows; the light came from some bare fluorescent tubes, harshly
reflecting off 
the walls. At one end of the room was a hairdresser's chair and
equipment, but I 
could see no mirror and at the other was a shower cubicle. There were
two doors, 
one at one end and the other, a set of double doors half way down the
long wall. 
Sepulchre was locking the far door whilst Hawk and Aisling held my arms.
They 
released me, and I turned to run, hoping to surprise Sepulchre and
escape.

Moments later, the floor was rushing towards me. I frantically put out
my hands 
to break my fall, only partially successfully. After I had landed, with
some 
pain, I re-assessed the situation. Black cuffs were bucked around my
wrists and 
ankles. There was just enough slack in the short silver chain between my
ankles 
that I might be able to walk slowly. My hands, however, were chained
very 
closely. I had hopes of unbuckling my ankles, until I noticed the neat
padlocks 
on the outside of my legs. Examining the wrist-cuffs more closely, I saw
they 
too were locked on.
"What's going on? What are you doing to me?" I asked Hawk as he roughly
picked 
me up. He set me upright and stepped away. Seconds later, the left side
of my 
face exploded as Aisling slapped it. I staggered, just managing to keep
myself 
upright.
 "You only speak when you are spoken to. Understand?" Aisling barked at
me.
"Yes." I responded sulkily. Another slap rocked me.
"And you call me ma'am and Hawk sir. Understood?"
"Yes...ma'am." I responded, chastened. 
"Good. Sepulchre you may call by her name. For the moment, she is the
only 
person you may speak to freely, and then only when you are alone." This
hardly 
made me distraught, and that must have shown in my eyes. Aisling laughed
and 
produced a knife from her belt. 
"Don't hurt me." I pleaded. She laughed again. 
"I'm not about to." She told me. "The Patrician would be most
disappointed. He 
wants to hurt you himself. No, this is just to remove some excess
baggage." She 
grabbed my shirt by the neck and, with a terrible tearing sound, cut it
down the 
back. The sleeves followed in seconds later and my shirt was ruined, and
I was 
wearing only my trousers and shoes.
"Take off your shoes." She ordered, and I obeyed, kicking them off. She 
beckoned Sepulchre over and ordered her "Socks." She turned to me. "Lift
your 
foot." I lifted a foot; Sepulchre removed my sock. "Other one." I
repeated the 
action. I was being undressed, slowly. I wondered how far. 

Quite a long way appeared to be the answer, as Aisling slit my trousers
and 
ripped them from me, leaving me only my underpants, and the cuffs that
held me. 
I must confess at this point that my underwear was hardly sexy, and
Aisling was 
struggling not to giggle as she regarded me. Glancing at Sepulchre, I
saw that 
she too had a smile on her face. Looking into her eyes, however, I saw
only 
sadness and sympathy. I felt I had a friend, even in my adversity.

I realised I had little hope of protecting my modesty, and seconds later
I was 
vindicated, as the knife descended again, leaving me naked. I tried to
cover 
myself with my hands, unsuccessfully. Aisling collected up my belongings
and put 
them in a black plastic sack, which she threw in a bin in the corner.
"You won't 
be needing them again." Hawk led me over to the shower that Sepulchre
had been 
warming up.

This shower cubicle didn't seem particularly unusual until my wrist
cuffs were 
unchained and my arms raised. I heard two clicks from above and looked
up. My 
hands were locked onto a bar stretching across the cubicle. My feet were 
unchained and my legs were spread. The familiar click sounded and I was
locked 
into an ‘X' position, utterly helpless. Sepulchre stepped in, showerhead
in hand 
and began to wash me. As she soaped me, rubbing me with a sponge, I
began to get 
a little turned on. She giggled when she saw it. 
"Can't have that." She said and, putting aside the shower for a moment,
closed 
her hand around my penis. Quickly and deftly she masturbated me,
bringing me to 
a climax that would have brought me to my knees, were it not for the
bonds which 
held me upright. Then she washed the traces away in a business-like
manner 
before returning to covering me with soapy foam.

I should have suspected what was about to happen, but then I always have
been 
grossly stupid at times. The first I knew was the cold touch of the
razor blade 
upon my thighs.
"Don't you dare move." Sepulchre told me. "I'll cut you, and you'll
regret 
that." I couldn't disobey her, especially not after what she had just
done for 
me, so I held as still as I could while she went about her work.
Expertly, she 
shaved the hair off my legs and my feet before turning to my chest. That 
completed, she shaved my arms, reaching up carefully, moving the cuffs
when 
necessary. This left only a few places on my body still with hair.
Beginning to 
suspect a little of what was going on I didn't think it would remain
that way 
for long.

I was right. My armpit hair disappeared in a couple of painful minutes.
Only one 
thing remained and, five minutes later I was totally hairless, except
for my 
head and my eyebrows. I felt cold and more naked than ever before as
Sepulchre 
dried me with a soft towel. 

Aisling led me over to the hairdresser's chair. On closer examination,
this 
chair had been modified in a way that I was almost coming to expect. The
arms 
and the stand had loops of steel, which looked like a place where
something or, 
I presumed, somebody, could be attached. Aisling ‘helped' me into the
chair and 
neatly clipped my cuffs into the loops. I tested the strength of my
restraints, 
as I expected I was held fast. Aisling spread a cover over me, velcro-
ing it 
behind my neck. I was relieved, feeling less naked despite the draft
blowing 
uncomfortably across my feel. Sepulchre, who had followed us over from
the 
shower, proceeded to dry my hair gently with a towel. I was wondering,
to an 
extent, what was to come next. I tried to take stock of what I knew.
Firstly, I 
had been betrayed by my friend and kidnapped. Secondly, I was undergoing
a 
makeover, and a full body shave. I couldn't work out why, or what the
end result 
was to be. I was nervous and scared, but I looked for the misery that I
knew I 
should be feeling, and couldn't find it. I wasn't happy, but I seemed to
be 
accepting what was going on with a remarkable sang-froid. Nonetheless, I
was 
curious, however, with Aisling standing there I couldn't ask Sepulchre
what was 
going on. 

Sepulchre. I looked up at her. She was looking at me, her wide dark eyes
filled 
with a knowing compassion. I realised that I was falling for her,
falling in a 
big way. I only hoped that whatever these evil people were planning
wouldn't 
prevent me from telling her that, someday.

I was beginning to wonder whether Aisling, Hawk or Sepulchre were
hairdressers, 
although none of them were making a move towards the scissors and other 
implements resting in a jar of disinfectant on the table in front of me,
when 
there was a firm knock on the door. Hawk walked over and opened it, and
let 
someone in. I heard the door being bolted closed after him or her.
"Morning, dear." The estuary accent rang out. "How's you?" Hawk didn't
reply. 
"Oh yes, still playing the strong silent thug, I see." The sound of
heels on 
floorboards was nearing me.
"Morning, Aisling." She chirped. "And if it isn't darling Seppy, how are
you, 
you did turn out well didn't you. Happy, dear? Yes, I can see you are.
Or you're 
not letting on if you aren't. Now where's the subject, I do so love
these little 
jobs Brian gives me to do."  I realised that this was someone who didn't
shut up 
even when asleep. She bustled into view. I was surprised. I was
expecting, from 
the voice, to see a large middle-aged woman. I was wrong. What I saw was
a woman 
in her late twenties, tall anyway, but even taller in the platform boots
she was 
wearing. She had long blue hair in two bunches, heavy black eye makeup
and a 
pierced nose and pierced lips. She was a Goth, in other words.

"Hallo, dear." She said to me. "Dreadfully sorry about having to do
this, but 
Brian will insist. I think you'll come around to the idea in the end.
Most do, 
don't they, Sepulchre?" Sepulchre muttered something inaudible.
"Anyway, lets look at you." She grabbed my chin, held it up, looking 
appraisingly at my features and then, letting my chin drop, she ran her
fingers 
through my hair.
"Oooh, yes. I think we can work wonders with you. Right then, lets get
started. 
Seppy, can you get me a bowl of warm water. Ah, you have, excellent.
Right dear, 
what we're going to do is this, we're going to dye your hair black to
start 
with, cut it a little bit so it grows right OK?" Dye it?
"No, distinctly, no." I replied vehemently. The hairdresser jumped back, 
surprised. Aisling came over and bent to my ear.
"If you don't co-operate, I will break every bone in your body. Slowly. 
Understood?" She hissed. I hesitated. She reached out and started
twisting one 
of my fingers back. I've never been of the unsusceptible to pain
persuasion and 
I was finding this argument fairly convincing. 
"OK, OK." I sobbed.
"Good" Aisling whispered. Defeated, I sat there, head bowed.
The Hairdresser pulled some plastic gloves onto her hands and opened the
bag she 
had brought with her. "Now that's sorted, dear, I hope we won't have any
more 
nonsense. We can do this the easy and fun way, or we can do it the hard
way. 
Aisling and Hawk would enjoy the hard way. You wouldn't. Now, lift your
head up 
a bit." I complied. "OK, dear, we're going to have to keep this out of
your 
eyes, so..." Everything went dark as I was blindfolded. "And here we
go." She 
squirted some liquid into her palm and massaged it through my hair.
Repeating 
the task she slowly worked the liquid to the roots. 

"Right," she said, some moments later. "Now, we have to leave that for
ten 
minutes or so. So, how about a nice cup of tea? Sepulchre?" I heard
Sepulchre 
disappearing to a corner of the room where, presumably, the kettle was,
although 
I had not noticed it. Five minutes later, Hawk, Aisling, Sepulchre and
the 
Hairdresser were enjoying a nice cup of tea. Obviously, without being
able to 
move my hands I could not hold a cup, even had I been allowed tea. After
they 
had finished, they came back to me.
"OK, dear, lets just wash the gunk out of your hair and lets see what we
have." 
The Hairdresser, with Sepulchre assisting, used the bowl of water and a
sponge 
and carefully washed out my hair. She stepped back to assess.
"Hmm, perfect, right, just cut that to length." My hair reached down
just to 
the nape of my neck. I wasn't allowed it longer, because of my work. She
snipped 
away with some scissors, for a very brief period. Obviously, she hadn't
taken 
much length off it. 
"Ok, that will do. Now let's do the complicated and long bit."

She was right. It took three or four hours of fiddling to do whatever
she was 
doing. Yanking odd bits of my freshly dyed hair, twisting and pressing.
After 
about an hour I noticed the weight of my head increasing. Later, I felt 
something soft against my neck. Apparently she was attaching something
to me. I 
couldn't work out what. When she was done, she removed the blindfold.
"Ta-da." The impact was not immediately noticeable as there was no
mirror, 
however, I twisted my head trying to catch a glimpse of what had been
done. As I 
did so, I felt something large and heavy moving behind me. Then some of
it came 
into view near the floor. I tossed my head, hair came tumbling down in
front of 
me. The hairdresser carefully brushed it back behind me.
"Yes dear, I've given you hair extensions. You have a lovely raven black
head of 
hair. What we'll do is we'll cut it back as your own hair grows. But
you're 
going to have to take care of it." I breathed. I wasn't as shocked as I
thought 
I might have been, but this was still a blow.
"Why is all this happening to me?" I had to ask.
"Oh, dear. Well, it's not my place to explain it. You'll see if you're
good. In 
fact, you'll see if you're bad as well." She giggled. "Now, let's deal
with the 
other matters." She quickly brushed my hair back and pulled it into a
long 
ponytail. "That'll keep it out of my way while I work."  She reached
into her 
bag again, and pulled out a metal device. "We're going to be nice to
you, you 
know. They could have done so many things, but they though they had
better let 
you choose. Hold your head still." Seconds later, my right ear was on
fire as 
she pierced it. The left ear soon followed. 
"That wasn't too bad." I thought to myself. However, I was pre-emptive.
The 
process was repeated five times for each ear, until I had 5 studs in the
lower 
lobe and one in the top corner of each ear. My ears hurt like hell and a
painful 
realisation was slowly dawning. 
"Why are you turning me into a girl?" I asked.
"Oh well done!" She squealed. "Aisling, Hawk, she worked it out. Isn't
she 
intelligent? It only took her an hour longer than Sepulchre managed!" My
head 
snapped up. 
"Sepulchre managed?" I gasped.
"Yes dear, Sepulchre was once called Steve, until she too met your
mutual 
friend." I turned to Sepulchre, entreaty in my eyes. She looked away. I
felt 
disgusted, humiliated. My tolerance towards homosexuality had never
extended to 
wanting to take part in it. 
"Get on with it," Hawk rasped, "he is waiting you know."
"Oh, I guess you're right," the Hairdresser twittered. "Now, you will
have to 
do this in future yourself, with Sepulchre's help but I'll do it for you
to 
begin with." She reached up and pulled a large box from the side.
Opening it up, 
she pulled out a base, some eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and nail polish.
Also, 
she brought out some tiny plastic objects in a small sachet.

Half an hour later, I was led through the double doors, having been made
up, to 
what effect I did not know. My fingernails were now an inch long and
covered in 
shiny black nail polish. Even had I not been cuffed, there was no way
that I 
could have manipulated anything with these unmanageable talons on my
fingers.



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Even in the darkness there are flowers


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