21. Week 7 Part 4

Week 7
Written By Laristopa .

Here’s a new chapter for you guys! Some may think there’s not much change in the recent chapters. However, if we go back to week 1, then we can definitely see some progression of his daily routine, and something might make more (or less?) sense as the story goes on. :) Again, every comment is appreciated, as always!

Chrissy woke to his alarm. It was 5:45, time to get up! He spat out his mouth guard and reflexively swallowed a mouthful of pink water. He groaned at the pain in his jaw and the realization that it was only Tuesday! Monday had been one of the longest days of his life, and he worried today would be no different.

His ears perked up and his chest fluttered when he remembered Brad was coming back from jail soon! It motivated him to get up, and he did so by sliding gingerly to the side of the bed. His nightie-clad, soft body glided through the sheets. As he shifted, his leg brushed against a damp spot and a flesh-colored dildo in the middle of the mattress. Chrissy carefully reached his hand under the covers and poked at the center of the wet spot. When his hand returned, it was sticky and colored with a pinkish hue. He shook his head and cursed at himself once his feet dangled from the edge of the bed. How could he forget to insert another tampon? If his prosthetic was going to bleed like a normal vagina, he’d have to plug it like a menstruating woman would! He also had to stop masturbating for multiple hours every night… It was becoming a real problem! 

Reaching down, Chrissy secured his tall, plastic heels and slipped them on his feet. They were only a tiny bit tight, and Chrissy knew his feet were still going through changes. He lightly kicked his feet and glanced around the guest room. Staying here another night was out of the question because it was so much smaller and girlier than his own bedroom. Though, if Chrissy was honest with himself, girly things didn’t bother him nearly as much as they used to. Constant exposure to femininity, day-in-day-out, had taken its toll on Chrissy’s brain. Not to mention the frequent hypnosis and mental conditioning that accompanied it.

Hopping to his feet, Chrissy took another sip of pink water when traces of his spinning vertigo were still present. The additional hydration did the trick, and he was quickly stable once again. Would that problem ever go away? He was getting tired of daily vertigo!

Chrissy swayed across the carpet, heel-to-toe, feeling his nightie sliding against him. He breathed in a cloud of air freshener and eyed the chrome ‘Christina’ affixed to the wall.

It was crazy, but Chrissy couldn’t help but feel SOME affinity for the guest bedroom. Miss Valentine had replaced all the furniture and made it up special just for him. It must have taken a lot of work. Sure, it was all to further his comfort level with girly things for his upcoming role, but she didn’t have to do all this.

Entering the smaller guest bathroom, Chrissy began his morning routine.

He removed his painful nose strip, cleansed and moisturized his face, brushed his teeth, and combed out his long, silky brunette hair. He conducted his morning tinkle by sitting on the seat and pulling his thong to the side. Everything about his bathroom routine was done on autopilot, and Chrissy’s thoughts were busy with the previous day's activities. He sat and contemplated while ignoring the loud *FRUSH* coming from the toilet. Why had Miss Valentine stayed the night and occupied his room? Why was she acting so strangely and downright...motherly all of a sudden?

Chrissy dabbed himself dry, noticing a reddish hue in his urine, and replaced his blood-stained thong over his prosthetic. He’d get his answers soon enough, but first he needed to address his ongoing ‘period.’ Rummaging through the drawers, Chrissy procured a tampon and let out a sigh before slipping it between his fake labia. He still couldn’t believe it was necessary, but the alternative was free-bleeding and ruining Miss Valentine’s clothing! 

Returning to the bedroom with a white string dangling between his legs, Chrissy briefly considered wearing his dress and delicates from the previous day because he didn’t have anything else besides the nightie. When he started to pick up the floral sundress from the hamper, however, the stench of B.O., semen, and female arousal wafted to his nose. He wasn’t about to relive yesterday's nightmare! The nightie would have to suffice for now.

He tottered to the vanity and plopped onto his increasingly fattened ass. He felt the tiniest squish as his flesh ever-so-slightly spilled over the side. He hadn’t properly explored the vanity last night, so he took a few seconds to look through the drawers. There was a plethora of high-quality products in different colors and shades. Chrissy instinctively knew what each product was and how they were properly applied. Impressed with the vast assortment of cosmetics, Chrissy sifted through his bolstered collection of nail polishes, thankful he wouldn’t be stuck with the green from his previous selection.

He checked his red nails and frowned. It was time for a change! The removal process was swift, and the expert application of a cute, soft pink followed shortly thereafter. His toes were next and didn’t even require the removal of his open-toed plastic heels. The scant remnants of Chrissy's masculinity reasoned that the pink blended in better with the natural color of his fingers, unlike the red, so it was easier to hide, especially when viewed from a distance. But Chrissy knew he really picked the pink because it was cute and he liked being cute.

He gently blew on his fingers as the polish dried and glanced down at his hands. Sylvie’s special daily and nightly moisturizers continued to do their job. His hands were soft, supple, delicate, and feminine. Chrissy was flabbergasted that these girly hands would go back to normal once filming was complete!

With his nails looking great, Chrissy began applying his morning makeup. Normally, he was subdued and subtle with his pre-workout cosmetics because wearing too much and sweating caused an annoying mess. However, the prospect of Brad’s arrival after a long night at the jail pushed Chrissy to step it up a bit. Brad would want to see him looking pretty! His delicate, pink nails glided all over his face skillfully until he was properly beautified. His green eyes were smoky, his skin was layered with concealer, and his lips shined with pink gloss.

He made a kissy face in the mirror and marveled at his young, girly appearance. He looked like his MUCH younger sister! His fake ID said he was in his early twenties, and he definitely looked it! It was fun to embrace his feminine side for the time being. Obviously, he was still going to go back to normal after filming, but he didn’t mind being pretty for a bit.

Chrissy next checked the box on the vanity counter and saw it was full of jewelry! Some of it looked cheap, but there were also some high-quality earrings, necklaces, and bracelets in the various drawers of the box. He explored his newest acquisitions excitedly and pictured each item on his body as he found it. It wasn’t something he had ever done, but somehow, he could visualize himself wearing the item AND knew exactly which piece of jewelry went with which kind of outfit. As his normal self, he’d only really worn the occasional watch, so he wasn’t exactly sure where this deep knowledge of fashion and accessorizing came from.

Without knowing his outfit for the day, Chrissy wasn’t sure which accessories to wear. He elected to leave his jewelry in the box, for now, until he could make a more informed decision.

Standing from the vanity, Chrissy’s sheer, nightie-clad body swept through the room and cleaned it up. His arms were short, so he had to jump onto the bed to properly make it. He quickly collected his dildo from beneath the comforter and stored it in a side-table drawer. His shiny, puffy lips curled into a smile, and he felt joy in his jiggling chest as he picked things up. Cleaning made Chrissy happy! He’d learned it from Sylvie and now enjoyed it as much as she did.

With a clean guest bedroom, Chrissy turned and admired his work.

It really was a cute room! He felt almost sad that he couldn’t sleep in here another night. Oh well!

He pulled open the door, and an outfit was dangling by a hanger on the handle. He lifted it up and saw it wasn’t workout attire. Did Miss Valentine expect him to wear this for exercise? It was a pair of women’s jeans and a white flowy tube top with a brown/gold/red design. There was also a lacy, strapless, black bra and a sheer, black, string thong.

Instead of horror at the expectation that he wear the girly outfit, Chrissy’s brain, instead, ran through all the possibilities for accessories and shoes he could pair with the outfit. He took the hanger into the guest bedroom and pulled off his sheer nightie. He slipped the thong up his legs, and the sheer triangle nestled against his prosthetic vagina and tiny white tampon string, keeping them covered but visible. The thong rode atop his widening hips and wedged into his ass. Weeks of wearing skimpy underwear meant the feeling of having a wedgie was familiar, and it didn’t bother Chrissy any longer.

Next came the bra, which wrapped tightly against his fleshy breasts and gave them a modicum of support and structure. With his tits secured, Chrissy pulled on the jeans and found he needed to hop a little to get them up. They were practically painted on and tight as hell, but Chrissy knew they fit exactly like they were supposed to. Finally, he lifted the flowy, spaghetti-strap tube top over his head and secured it into place. It covered his groin and cinched around his chest. The top was comfortable, and Chrissy felt confident wearing it. It didn’t show too much skin but also didn’t hide everything completely.

Chrissy excitedly teetered to the closet and sifted through his purses until he located a big brown bag with a strap. He bent down to secure the purse from the ground but found that bending over was difficult, as his ass and hips were so compressed against the jeans. Women’s jeans were so annoying! Nonetheless, Chrissy grabbed the purse and a pair of brown, strappy, open-toed, heeled sandals that matched. He kicked off his plastic shower heels one at a time and replaced them with the sandals. His pink toenails poked out of the sandals, which were only a tiny bit too small.

Back in his bedroom, Chrissy transferred the contents of his pink purse to the brown one, including the tampons. He hoped he wouldn’t need a replacement, but he wasn’t willing to risk going without. He knew his fake pussy was anything but predictable. Moving back to the vanity, Chrissy put a brown pair of sunglasses on his head and examined his outfit in the mirror.

It was great! But...it was missing something. He fished into the jewelry box and procured a heavy pair of brown, wooden hoops.

He attached them to his earlobes and turned his head. The relatively heavy earrings pulled and shifted as he moved, but they tied his outfit together, so he just HAD to wear them!

Chrissy stood in his heeled sandals and slung his purse over his shoulder while examining himself in the vanity mirror. He was pretty. He felt pretty. This was going to be a better day!

Satisfied, Chrissy exited the guest room and walked down the hallway. He tried his bedroom door and found it was still locked. Chrissy figured Miss Valentine was still in there sleeping until he checked his cell phone and saw it was past seven! His stomach dropped. Spending time fawning over himself had backfired; he was late!

Chrissy barreled down the staircase with thundering heels. His budding breasts, his brunette hair, his flowy top, his heavy earrings, and his fattening ass all bounced in time with his steps. The wrath of Miss Valentine was imminent from his tardiness!

He landed on the foyer floor and turned to the living room to see Miss Valentine sitting peacefully on the couch. A new couch. In fact, the whole room had new furniture! Everything was sleek and modern, though there were still some old accent pieces that didn’t fit the aesthetic. Based on items being strewn about the floor, it was a work in progress.

Miss Valentine turned to face Chrissy and smiled at him as he approached.

Her medium alto was cheery and warm. “Morning, honey! Running a little late? It’s okay; our appointment isn’t until 9:00. I made your favorite: chocolate chip pancakes! Go enjoy them before they get cold.”

The wafting smell of pancakes hit Chrissy’s nose, and his mouth started to water. He DID like chocolate chip pancakes… But first he needed some answers!

He put his hand on his hip and asked with a breathy chirp, “Um, what appointment?”

Miss Valentine sat up. She wasn’t even wearing workout clothing, just black sweatpants and a black tank top. Chrissy couldn’t remember seeing her in something NOT designed for exercise.

She responded, “After yesterday’s debacle, I thought you could use some R&R. What better way to do that than a trip to the salon? Think about it, we could relax and spend some time together! Oh, and meet Brad when he finally gets out.”

Chrissy scoffed. The salon? Nothing was wrong with his hair! He ran his fingers through it and curled it behind his ears. He wasn’t about to spend hours in a proverbial female Mecca when there was nothing wrong with him!

He shook his head. “I’d, like, rather wait for him here if that’s okay? It was a tough day, you know?”

Miss Valentine frowned, “I didn’t want to have to tell you this, sweetheart, but your hair is getting a little...sad looking. It’s really dulled in color and gotten mousy. I know you’re doing everything you can to take care of it, but I’m starting to worry about you. The salon is the place to make it right, hun!”

Chrissy grabbed at his hair and ran his fingers through it nervously once again. She was bluffing, right? This time, he felt a few snags and immediately let go. Was it really looking faded and mousy? He thought he looked good in the mirror just a few minutes ago! He trusted Miss Valentine, but...was it really that bad?

Miss Valentine continued, pressing on Chrissy’s insecurities, “I know it isn’t my business, but wouldn’t you want to get a nice, pretty touch-up for Brad before he comes to see you? I’d hate for him to get one look at your tangled, dull mess and leave you. I care about you, sweetie, and I don’t want to see your heart get broken because of your stubbornness.”

Chrissy folded his hands in front of his tube top and fidgeted nervously. He pulled at the long, loose end of the top while thinking. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Brad wouldn’t break up with him because of something so shallow. Would he?

Miss Valentine’s voice hardened a little as she changed up her strategy. “Besides, getting this appointment wasn’t easy on such short notice. We’re going to go and enjoy ourselves, and that’s final!”

Chrissy weighed his options. Going to the salon didn’t hurt him at all, and it beat working out. Touching up his hair and curling it or whatever could only benefit him. Also, he had never been to a salon before and figured it could be an interesting experience. He sighed and nodded.

Miss Valentine smiled and stood. She put her hands on her hips and spoke, “Good! Anything else, hun?”

Chrissy nodded and whined, “Why are you, like, staying here with me? I can, um, take care of myself and stuff. I’m a grown wo—MAN. I’m a grown man!”

Miss Valentine cracked her knuckles and answered, “I know you’re grown now, Chrissy. But you scared me half to death yesterday. With the break-in and the assault, who knows what’s coming next? I need to be here to protect you. I mean, you saw those two losers in the bathroom. They overpowered you easily. Imagine somebody breaking in here with ill intention. I couldn’t sleep at night knowing you’re all alone.”

Chrissy stamped his heeled foot. “B-but, like, why are you in MY room?”

Miss Valentine flipped her hair and responded more harshly than before, “Because if somebody broke in, they’d have to walk past my bedroom door to get to you. I’d be on them before they could even think about doing anything to you. I also spent a lot of time and money making your new room perfect for you and your research. I think the least you could do is spend a couple nights sleeping there.”

Chrissy considered her words. Was she really here to protect him? It’s true, an intruder would have to pass Miss Valentine’s door to get to his new bedroom...and she had put a lot of work into it...AND he’d slept well last night!

Chrissy gave a weak smile. “Okay, I’d like to sleep in my new bedroom, if that’s okay with you.”

Miss Valentine beamed, “More than okay, honey! It’s settled then; you’ll sleep in your bedroom again tonight, and I’ll sleep in mine. I already cleaned down here and started to redecorate a little. I just couldn’t stand what our living room looked like before, and the couch was disgusting.”

Before Chrissy could open his mouth to protest ‘our’ living room and ‘my’ bedroom, Miss Valentine shooed him towards the kitchen, and he followed her directions. He would address it with her later!

There was a big stack of pancakes waiting for him on the counter and dishes in the background indicating they were homemade. A hearty flow of syrup oozed down the immaculate pancakes.

Chrissy dropped his purse, plopped onto his fattened ass, flipped his hair, crossed his legs, and began digging in. He ignored the sudden pressure on the tampon nestled between his legs, dismissing it as yet another sensation to become familiar with. Miss Valentine placed a big bottle of pink water and a cup of morning pills next to the plate. The meal was scrumptious, and Chrissy was wolfing it down. Miss Valentine definitely knew how to make a chocolate chip pancake! Chrissy finished the whole plate and threw back his pills with a swig of sweet water. His stomach gurgled, and he felt incredibly full. He patted his taut stomach through the loose, flowy crop top and frowned. He looked down. He'd spilled syrup all over his top!

Miss Valentine collected Chrissy’s plate and tutted, “Oh, that’s a shame; you looked so cute in that. I’ll get you a different top, but I have to warn you, it’ll be slim pickings until I get all my clothes transferred here.”

Chrissy sighed. So much for comfort and style! Surely Miss Valentine had something similar for him to wear?

He got to his feet and pulled off the top, leaving his strapless lace bra uncovered while Miss Valentine jogged upstairs to her bedroom. She returned shortly after holding a tiny piece of white fabric.

She offered the item towards Chrissy and spoke, “This is the best I could come up with, sweetheart. I don’t think you’ll be able to wear that bra with it, so it’s best to take it off.”

Chrissy took the top and reluctantly slid off his bra, baring his breasts to Miss Valentine. For her part, she didn’t seem fazed in the slightest and turned to continuing cleaning up the kitchen.

Chrissy pulled the tiny, white crop top over his head and secured it into place. It had a deep ‘V’ neck and a slightly built-in support system that worked, mainly, to push his breasts together and show off his cleavage. It was just transparent enough that in the right light the outline of his expanded nipples was visible. The top also bared his slender stomach, and he felt exposed in a way that the previous top prevented.

As he adjusted the top, Chrissy realized that Miss Valentine was right; his bra would have been visible. But was that really better or worse than having his tits flopping around unsupported? Chrissy flipped his hair behind his shoulders, suddenly self-conscious of it. He probably did need a trip to the salon to feel confident in himself again. He picked up his purse, slung it over his shoulder, and headed to the foyer. Miss Valentine took the syrup-covered top and tossed it onto the staircase for a later pickup.

She held a purse of her own and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. She grinned, “Ready, kiddo? Let’s try to have some fun today, huh?”

Chrissy acknowledged Miss Valentine with a nod of his head and clicked towards the door. He was ready to have a nice, relaxing day for a change!

Laristopa .
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