All Melissa knew was that she had been rented for the weekend. She arrived not knowing what to expect, much less what was expected of her. All she had been told was that she had commanded a generous fee and that she should behave accordingly. Her entire body had quivered all week in anxious apprehension of what was in store for her. When the day arrived and she made her way up the street to the place, she felt her head swaying. Checking the number of the house, she swallowed hard. Her hand trembled when she rang the doorbell.
The maid opened the door, looked at her, and without a word, led her into the house, directing her to the living room. Stacey was there, sitting down, sipping tea. Without lowering her delicate porcelain cup, she instructed Melissa to undress. No words were minced, no useless words added. Slowly and very bashfully, Melissa undressed completely, revealing her masculine body. Stacey admired her for a while, asking her to turn this way and that, and finally instructing Melissa to bend over all the way. Melissa sensed that Stacey was now taking the closest look possible at the most intimate and secret parts of Melissa's body. She approved what she saw. Instructing the maid to prepare Melissa, Stacey went back to her book as the maid led Melissa out of the room and into the preparation room.
The maid told Melissa to step into the bathtub, brimming with hot water and bath soap. Donning rubber gloves, she rubbed down Melissa completely, from head to toe, back and front. Melissa squirmed when the maid inserted her gloved finger into Melissa's ass, but the maid hardly reassured her, "This is going to be the least of your worries this weekend." Now Melissa was very nervous indeed. But still in the bathtub, the maid proceeded to do her nails, with the most intensely delicate manicure and pedicure imaginable. Melissa could have stayed there all evening, so delicious was the feeling!
"Don't get too comfortable," the maid told her, adding, "we still have a lot to do." And with that she told Melissa to stand up, step out and return to the couch. Melissa was trembling: she could see what was coming next. It was only a matter of time. The preparations said it all. The maid rang a buzzer. A few minutes later, Stacey walked in. The maid stood still. Stacey examined Melissa's clean body. "Proceed," she told the maid. Now Melissa had never had an enema before. It felt so strange and so unusual, yet she knew that with Stacey she really did not have a choice. Melissa was actually feeling quite proud of her masculinity, her erection bobbing up and down. The enema bag filled her to bursting. The applicator was so cleverly designed that no matter the pressure Melissa felt inside her, no water was escaping. Stacey told her to lie on her side. She massaged Melissa's tummy deeply, feeling the water sloshing around inside her. And when Melissa showed that she could not contain herself any more, Stacey asked the maid, ever so crisply, to lead Melissa, enema bag and all, to the toilet to relieve herself. Melissa was embarrassed and self-conscious to no end, but deep inside she felt clean and empty.
The maid led Melissa back into the bathtub, now replenished with fresh, hot water. Safety razor in hand, she shaved Melissa completely from the neck down. Her body was soon smooth and soft. The maid had paid special attention to shaving over and over, in all directions, the scrotum and left nothing in terms of pubic hair all around Melissa's genitalia. Stepping out, the maid led her to a sofa where she painted Melissa's fingernails a bright pink and her toes a bolder shade of pink. All nails then received a thin, white line at the tip to further accent her feminine appearance. Her hair was coiffed carefully. Her entire body was bathed with a scented lotion; giving it a soft shininess that Melissa had never imagined possible.
She stood tall and proud, eager to receive Stacey's admiration. Stacey seemed to have something else on her mind. She walked over to Melissa. Taking her erection in her two hands, she massaged it deeply, almost too perfectly, Melissa thought to herself. Then both hands came off. Melissa sighed. Stacey placed her hands squarely on Melissa's testicles. She squeezed. She fondled. She squeezed harder. She massaged. She squeezed even harder. Melissa was in heaven! Suddenly, she felt the sharpest pain, immediately followed by waves of a joy she had never felt before, ever in her life!
"There, you won't be needing these any more," Stacey spoke softly, without emotion. Melissa raced her hands down. In the place where her testicles had once hung so full and so proud, now there was nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing except the flappy folds of a very clean-shaven scrotum. Melissa understood. Stacey had tucked her testicles, deep into her pelvis! When she finally overcame her surprise, Melissa could feel that her erection was harder than she had ever felt it before.
Stacey led her to the master bedroom, picked out a finely decorated bra and matching panties. Melissa wore them, unsure what to do with her erection. Stacey solved the issue: she simply pulled it out to one side and let it throb into the open air. The garter and stockings added the perfect touch. Melissa saw herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. She was stunning and she knew it! She could have masturbated right then and there, such was her joy!
