NOTE: the following series will have themes of non consent but does not encourage this in day to day life. All characters in this story are over 18.
Green blurs for grass. Brown blurs for cows. Pink blurs for flowers. Everything moves fast on the freeway but the blurs told Matteo that he was in the countryside. Matteo was quite a young lad at nineteen. He wasn't particularly tall or muscular, being only average height and slim with a bit of toning and some muscle on his arms. However he was very handsome and desired by many women.
However they often assumed he was gay, due to the way he acted. Matteo was often shy around anyone, not just girls. And he had a sort of dress sense that involved cardigans, making him seem much older and much gayer than he was. He hadn't even lost his virginity. Due to his anxiety, he was often cooped up inside and did little with his life. He got back from college and it seemed his life would be static.
His mom was deeply disappointed in Matteo, in how he turned out to be nothing a man should be. Always nervous, skinny, a bit feminine. She believed a man should be confident, muscular and masculine. So she wouldn't allow Matteo to continue being this way.
However when Matteo's mom complained about this to her best friend Mila, she recounted all the times in a single summer she had transformed boys into men. In fact, Mila owned an agency that did this only once a year but results were always amazing due to her unorthodox methods. Mila was worried she'd get questions about these unorthodox methods, but Matteo so desperately needed to be turned into a man, his mom asked no questions.
Usually it would be very expensive, but for a life long best friend it was free of charge. Despite being an adult, Matteo was still a wimp and whilst he hated the idea of spending an entire summer with Mila he didn't have the confidence to stand up for himself. He didn't see how it was supposed to work, becoming more of a man during three months of being only surrounded by women. More importantly women he couldn't touch.
As Matteo and his mom broke off from highways and onto thin roads surrounded by sheep-laced hills he grew more and more nervous. And the silence was killing him.
"Mom, i can't do this. Please don't make me do this. Mila and her friends are so weird, and I could be spending summer with my friends instead."
"And do what with your friends? Become even more of a wimp, that's what. You're too old to act the way you do, Matt. Mila will turn you into a man, you need this."
"Alright. Fine. Will you not be staying there?"
"Mila said it's best I don't see her methods, instead just leave and pick you up in three months when you are a man."
"Why can't you see her methods?"
"Because if I did, I might try to stop them."
"You mean... they might hurt me? Or touch me?"
"Sweets, I have no idea what she would do. But knowing Mila, it's best I don't see what happens to you."
"I'm a bit scared."
"Don't be scared, by the end of it you will be a real man. And you want to be a real man, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"What's most important is, you do as Mila tells you to do. She controls you now, you must obey her."
"Whatever. Are we nearly there yet?"
"See what I mean, what sort of real man says are we nearly there yet? Pathetic really, you've been saying that sentence since you were a toddler. Nineteen years and nothing has changed. You still act like a baby. A real man wouldn't have asked that."
"Well... are we there yet?"
"We're here Matt, just the driveway left."
Matteo nervously looks around at the view. Him and his mom were now off the road on a long gravel driveway going up a hill, fields full of tall green grass on each side.
Once they reached the top of the hill, there was a large barn. Immediately Matteo began to remember that Mila had owned an old farm. She of course never used it as a farm but had many acres and extra buildings to herself. Over the rolling hills there were a couple of one story white houses that weren't the main house. After a longer time driving, they finally reached the farmhouse and it became evident this estate was massive.
The rather simple looking two story farmhouse was painted white with a picket fence going around it. Matteo thought it looked nice but he didn't think that meant anything. For all he knew Mila and her friends could all be rapists and that was why his Mom wasn't allowed to stay. Maybe that was what these unorthodox methods were. With that thought, Matteo could feel his hands start shaking and his breathing getting faster from the nervousness.
The car slowly came to a halt in front of the house and Matteo stepped out. Immediately his senses were assaulted with everything that came with the countryside. There was the smell of freshly cut grass mixed with cow manure. There was the bright sight of the cloudless blue sky and green fields that were almost too green. He could hear birds chirruping and the distant sound of moos clearly coming from a different estate.
Whilst his five sense seemed to be stimulated there was a sixth sense being triggered in the air and it deeply disturbed Matteo. The feeling that everything was absolutely too perfect, that there had to be something else going on here for it to be so perfect. Something much more sinister. But Matteo did everything he could to put it to the back of his mind.
After all, Mila promised to make him a man even with the mysterious methods.
Matteo shuts the door behind him, standing by the car as he tries to calm himself. His mom handed Matteo his duffel bag and he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Then together they walked towards the front door. After a knock a beautiful woman in her forties comes bounding out excitedly. Matteo immediately recognised her as Mila.
Mila wasn't as tall as Matteo but tall for a woman. She was pale in the face but with black lipstick, eyeliner and eyeshadow highlighting it. She had long slicked back black hair. Despite all of these gothic tendencies she looked very friendly, she always did. Her eyes had kindness in them, complete with a button nose.
Ignoring Matteo she immediately pulled his mom into a hug. After I while they finally break apart.
"Oh Mila, it's great to see you. Thank you so much for doing this!" Matteo's Mom exclaimed, a small smile surprisingly on her lips which was rare nowadays.
"No problem babes, really it is no problem!" Mila answered back in a friendly manner.
Mila looked curiously over at Matteo, and he met her gaze for a split second before looking back down at his shoes.
