All for Nona - Chapter 9

9. The Makeover

Jaylen felt like he had just swallowed a bucket of baseballs. Make that softballs. His throat burned, his neck was tired and painfully sore, and his stomach was churning. Another man’s semen dripped down his face like a melting wax mask. He slowly climbed into a leather chair, holding his swollen belly. Not even bothering to adjust his dress, he sat down with his semi-hard dick poking out freely. A creamy, white trail trickled from its tip. He paid it no attention. The purple-haired, brown skinned shemale focused on just one thing: the wishes he just earned.

After wiping his face as best he could, Jaylen opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out of his scratchy throat. Then a rumble in his stomach quickly rose and he loudly belched. Thick gobs of cum shot out of his mouth. Much of it lingered on his tongue and lips. He lifted a hand to wipe it away, but instinctively swallowed it down before he had the chance. He tried not to savor the delicious flavor, or to bask in the tingling glow afterwards.

“No!” he croaked, almost silently. Then he tried again, louder, “No! I’m focused! No more delicious dick cream…uh, no, that’s not what I meant!”

“Your time is almost up,” said the Unicorn.

The white haired, white bearded white man folded his fingers in front of his face.

“Since you paid for it, you can choose who makes the first wish,” the Unicorn said to Jaylen.

The cum-covered young man looked at Porter. The little sissy that used to be his macho rival was sucking his thumb and rubbing his eyes. Even under a mountain of petticoats his wet panties were clearly visible. Jaylen felt a sorry for him. He flicked away a few stray gobs of cum from his face and fought the urge to eat it. Time to fix things.

“Okay,” said Jaylen. “You know what to wish for, right Porter?”

“Um, yeah,” said Porter between sniffles, “Y-you…you want to be a dude again!”

“Well, yes, but be careful how you say it”

“W-what do you mean?” said Porter.

“We only get one shot,” said Jaylen. He tried not to imagine having to suck that fantastic monster again. “One wish each. So you have to be clear.”

“Oh, c-cuz I’m not a b-big e-engineer or whatever like you?” said Porter. “You think I’m just a stupid sissy?”

“No, it’s not that,” said Jaylen. “Look, we’re not friends, but we need each other. Just let me think a second and I’ll tell you exactly how to word it.”

Jaylen instantly regretted speaking when he saw the anger in Porter’s face. It was obvious that something bad was going on in his curly head. His dainty hands were clenching the edge of his dress and new tears were pooling in the corners of his red eyes. Becoming a weak little sissy was clearly upsetting him at least as much as becoming a dick sucking shemale bothered Jaylen.

“I-I’m not stupid, Jaylee!” said Porter. “I mean Jaylee! Jaylee! How come I can’t say your real name? I f-feel like I-I’m getting worse!”

“That’s why we need to wish carefully!” said Jaylen.

“Oh, shut up, Jaylee!” said Porter. Tears were flowing down his already moist cheeks. “You’re s-so s-smart, huh? How c-come you still get to act like a m-man, even though you look like a chick with a dick?”

Jaylen was getting seriously worried about his companion now. Being a sissy for so long was really affecting Porter, and now he was acting like a spoiled brat!

“Porter, hey, calm down—,”

“—No!” shouted Porter. “Y-you’re not my daddy! You’re not even a m-man anymore, you c-c-cocksucker!”

Jaylen was scared now. He glanced at the Unicorn, who impatiently tapped his fingers. He looked back at Porter whose cheeks were flushed and eyes burning brightly through his tears.

“Just cool it,” said Jaylen. “I know how you feel!”

“Oh yeah?” said Porter. “I doubt that! Y-you still feel like you. N-no matter how sexy you look, you still think like a man. Here’s a wish! I wish you were even more of a dumb bimbo than you looked!

“No!” gasped Jaylen. He turned to the Unicorn. “That doesn’t count, right?”

“Look, you gave decent head, but we need to speed things up,” said the Unicorn.

“What do you mean?” said Jaylen. Then his intelligent, educated brain realized that the wish had already begun.

“Uuhhh,” said Jaylen. His low, sexy voice became high and bubbly. His?  That was wrong. Bimbos were girls, right?

“Hey! You did stuffs to me!” said Jaylen.

“Just moving this along,” said the Unicorn. “It’s your turn.”

“My turn?” said Jaylen. “Oh! Oh! I get the wishie, too!

Porter’s anger became fright when he realized what he had done.

“W-wait!” he whined. “P-please, I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to say that!”

“You’re a big brat!” said Jaylen. Her hands squeezed her boobs as she spoke. “But I feel good now. I used to be sad about my boobies, but they’re, like, the bestus! Biggers would be even better!  Boys like big boobies! Do you want boobies, Potty?”

“N-no!” he cried. “I w-want to be a real man again!”

“Oh,” said Jaylen. “I like men, too! I wasn’t sure before, but I looove cock now. I got a cock, too, see?”

She stood and hiked up her dress, swinging her long member in front of Porter’s face.

“It’s really big, right?” said Jaylen. “It’s kinda funny on a girl, but I love cock so much I don’t mind! Hey, do you want to suck it?”

“N-no, please, Jaylee,” pleaded Porter. “I d-don’t want to.”

“Jaylee?” said Jaylen. “Pretty! Okay, I’m Jaylee now! But I think you’re lying about sucking Jaylee’s dickie!”
 She continued to swing her cock in front of Porter like a hypnotist’s watch.

“Tee-hee-hee!” she giggled as she watched his eyes follow it. “You like it, you like it! But you act like you don’t! That’s no fun. Oh! I know! I know! I know what to wish for! I wish whenever Potty sees a dick he acts like the cock loving sissy he is!”

“Done!” said the Unicorn. “Now if you will excuse me…”

He waved towards the exit.

Potty smiled as he reached up to hold Jaylee’s dick. Together they walked out, with Potty’s little hand gripping the big, brown penis like it was his favorite stuffed toy. When they reached the reception room Potty looked up at Jaylee with wide-eyed longing.

“Can I pwease wick your peepee?” Potty asked.

“Of course you can, sweetie!” said Jaylee.

Potty squealed with glee and lifted the soft dick to his mouth with both hands. The head was too big to go in, so he just kissed it all over.

Jaylee squeezed her hard nipples through her yellow sequined top. It was nice to have someone play with her cock. Potty looked so cute, like a dolly sucking a big, brown bottle. A nine-inch long bottle that was starting to poke out from under Jaylee’s dress! Even though Jaylee’s throat and jaw were sore, watching Potty kiss her dick made her super horny again! She needed to find a man, right now!

The waiting room was empty. No men? That made Jaylee sad. Then she heard a wet, slapping noise coming from the front desk. The secretary was fapping! Jaylee leaned over the counter to get a look. His blond hair was so long that it piled up on the floor. That was silly! His uncut dick was red from jerking. Jaylee could help with that!

“Oh, hello,” said the receptionist cheerfully as he continued to beat himself. “Did you want to schedule another appointment?”

Jaylee giggled.

“No, silly,” she said, “I want your dick!”

“Oh, well I really have a lot of work to do,” he said, still jerking. “But I haven’t had an orgasm since midnight! If I don’t cum every six hours my hair starts to grow super fast. It’s one of my curses! But once I make enough to buy another wish from the boss I’ll be almost normal again!”

Jaylee stopped listening after the word “orgasm,” although she kept nodding as the man spoke – not because she was being polite, but because she could not keep her eyes off his bouncing cock.  In the meantime, Potty was cooing and sliding his face up and down Jaylee’s hard member.

“I bet I can make you cum real quick!” said Jaylee to her new friend.

Just then, several people in business suits walked into the waiting room. The receptionist gave them a warm greeting, informed them that the Unicorn was ready to see them, and continued pounding his angry, red cock. Then he gave Jaylee an earnest look.

“It usually takes hours for me to cum by myself,” he said. “That’s another one of my curses. It would be really great if you could help out!”

“Yay!”

Jaylee squealed and clapped her hands.

The receptionist opened the gate to let the slim shemale behind the counter, but getting into position was almost impossible with Potty hugging her penis.

“Po-ot-ty!” she drawled. “Go play with yourself over there, ‘kay? I got dickies to suck!”

Potty pouted, instantly on the verge of tears after Jaylee took away his long, throbbing plaything. He licked the precum from his fingers and then plugged his mouth with his thumb. The little sissy began to calm down as he watched Jaylee’s head bobbing on the receptionist’s lap. Happy slurping noises and satisfied groans filled the air. Potty sniffled, wiped his tears, and walked over to where his shemale companion pointed.

After a few minutes Jaylee was cheerfully swallowing a heady load of semen. She moaned in delight as she licked every drop that slid down the receptionist’s shaft. When she was sure the job was done she patted the head of the softening dick like a friendly puppy and stood up. Her own dick was soft again, so she shimmied her bridesmaid dress over it and readjusted her tits.

“Thanks, mister man!” she said to the receptionist. “That was yummy! Buh-bye!”

Jaylee giggled. She never used to giggle, did she? Was something wrong with her? No, what could be wrong? Giggling means you are happy! She giggled even harder as she thought about how much fun giggling was. Then she waved to the receptionist and spun on her toes. Time to go!

“Hmm,” she said to herself with a finger pressed to her cheek. “What now? Wasn’t I with somebody?”

The airheaded bimbo puckered her lips, trying hard to remember what she was doing before her snack. No one but she and the nice secretary were in the room, but she felt like somebody was missing.

“Oh, I remember!” she gushed. “I was gonna go see Nona! She’s, like, really smart and totes sexy! Too bad she doesn’t have a dick!”

Jaylee minced out, shuffling along in little steps that made her small bubble butt jiggle. The yellow sequins on her behind shook so much they sparkled like a disco ball. Then she stopped to stare at the elevator doors. A few minutes later she re-entered the waiting room.

“Uh, hi-yee!” she called to the receptionist. “Like, how do I get out of here?”

It took over an hour for her to find the exit, even after the receptionist drew a map. Elevators and hallways are hard! Fortunately, she did meet a nice janitor that let her suck him off. And he also read the signs to her. Reading was hard, too! It was not Jaylee’s fault that “exit” and “sexy” were practically the same. Sexy doors were better than exits, anyway. When she finally reached the sidewalk outside, she realized that she had no idea where to go next.

“Nona lives in a super big tower,” she said. Speaking out loud and thinking to herself no longer seemed like exclusive things. The people that passed her on the sidewalk did not care, so she continued.

“Oh, but isn’t there, like, a bad lady looking for us, too? Us? Huh, why do keep saying us? I’m the only one here!”

Jaylee held her hand in front of her face.

“Oh! My! Gosh!” she said. “My nails are grody! I gotta get them done before I see Nona. And my face, too! Ooh! And hair! But where can I do all that?”

A tall, middle-aged passerby with long red hair stopped in front of Jaylee. A faint buzzing sound came from between her legs.

“You poor dear!” she said. “Are you new in town or did you just get a new whammy?”

“I’m new!” said Jaylee. “My name’s Jaylee! Do you know where I can go to look pretty for my girlfriend?”

“Well, there aren’t many places in this neighborhood, but if you head a few blocks over there are plenty of salons. Oh, here! I have a card for a cute little boutique.”

The woman rummaged in her purse and handed Jaylee a card. The name said “333 Design.” Jaylee squinted at it as she tried to make sense of the words.

“Uhh, that’s a lot of threes!” she said. “Thanks! Um, how do I get there?”

“I’ll call you a cab,” the stranger said.

“Okay,” said Jaylee. “Um, can I pay in blowjobs?”

“Of course, dear!” said the woman.

Five minutes later, Jaylee was hunched over in the front seat of a taxi and blowing the driver. She was so happy when he pulled out his pecker – it was even bigger than hers! But she got sad when she tried to deep throat it because her throat was still too sore. If only she had a cough drop. Then she realized how silly she was! If she did a good job she would have lots of cum to help make her throat feel better. She sucked and pumped the driver’s dick harder. Less than two blocks later she got her creamy reward. She was so happy after she swallowed it that she clapped her hands.

“Yay, me!” she cheered. “Oh, is one blowjob enough for the ride? I can do more!”

“I’d like to say go ahead,” he said, “but we’re here, and I need cash paying fairs, too.”

“Oh, poo!” said Jaylee. “Well, thanks for the ride, mister! I really like your cock!”

Jaylee slid her long legs out of the cab and tottered to the sidewalk. She looked at the business card, then looked around at the storefronts around her.

“Uhhh,” she said. “Oh! The one with the threes!”

333 Design was directly in front her. It looked familiar, but she was not sure why. She shrugged the thought away and walked in to the sound of chimes and pop music.

“Hi, what can we do for you, miss?” asked a man wearing a very tight sailor uniform.

“Hi-yee! I need, like, a lot of stuffs,” said Jaylee. She counted on her fingers as she spoke. “Nails, makeup, hair, um, do you do boobies, here?”

“We can take care of your cosmetic needs but you’ll have to go up the street for a boob job,” said the man. “I can give you a few recommendations when you’re done here, if you like.”

Jaylee nodded.

“Great! Have a seat, it’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Okay!” said Jaylee. “Oh, um, can I give you a blowjob while I wait?”

“Ha-ha,” the man smiled. “That’s nice of you to ask, dear, but no thank you.”

Jaylee frowned and sat down. The waiting area was empty, but the studio was busy, and every chair was filled. Jaylee could not wait for her turn. She wanted to be pretty! She watched the other women getting their haircuts and manicures and felt almost as eager to join them as she was to suck more cock. She grew hard as she thought about putting on lipstick and mascara for the first time.

A middle-aged woman sat across from Jaylee.

“You can go ahead and take care of that, if you want. I don’t mind.”

She pointed to Jaylee’s erection and gave a motherly smile. Then she rummaged through her purse, pulled out a dildo, and stuck its suction cup end to her seat. Still smiling warmly at Jaylee, the woman slid down her panties and squatted on the dildo. She hopped up and down with the dildo in her ass, quietly cooing as she read a fashion magazine.

Jaylee thought it would be rude to let the woman do it alone, so she popped her nine inch hardon out from under her skirt and started fapping. The sunlight coming in from the front window made her dick feel warm and cozy. What a nice way to wait!

As she sat there pumping her shaft with both hands the man in the sailor outfit approached her.

“Miss? Boo is ready for you.”

Jaylee stood up and cinched her dress up to her hips. She kept jerking her dick as she followed the host past the other customers in their barber chairs.  One woman smiled and complimented her dress as she walked by. When they reached her stylist, Jaylee finally spurted into her hand. She licked up all her cream, fixed her dress, and had a seat.

“So nice to see you again, dear!” the short, buxom stylist said.

“Um, do I know you?” asked Jaylee.

“We’ve met, but it’s okay if you forgot,” said Boo. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“I want big, long hair,” Jaylee gushed, “Really wavy! And big nails. Um, purple, like my hair. My toes, too!  Oh! And makeup! Lo-ots of makeup! With really big eyelashes!”

“Oh, my!” said Boo. “Aren’t you eager? Let’s start with a nice, warm towel and a little scalp massage, hmm?”

Tired from her busy morning of blowjobs and trying to think, Jaylee was fast asleep in the chair in no time.

After a long, luxurious yawn, Jaylee blinked her eyes open. She remembered going to the salon, so waking up in a barber chair was no surprise. Seeing herself in the mirror was another matter.

“Holy--!” Jaylee’s jaw dropped.

The first thing she noticed was the makeup. Thick, black mascara and long fluttering eyelashes made her eyes look huge. Her eyelids were green, her cheeks were pink, and her lips were red. She looked like a slutty clown. Her old page boy cut was replaced by a mane of wavy, purple hair that blew high over her head and fell down past her shoulders. She tried to grip the arms of her chair to get away from the bimbo mockery in the mirror, but her fingers did not work properly. One look told her why.  Her two inch long, glossy purple nails made it impossible to hold anything normally.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Just relax, Miss Jaylee,” said Boo.

“Huh? You!” Jaylee said. “Oh, no!”

“You remember me now?” said Boo. “How interesting.”

“Yeah! You’re the lady that called the rubber guys, and, uh, somebody else…”

“She seems to be more coherent,” another woman said.

The new woman wore a black patent leather cat suit that tightly hugged her slim curves. At her hip hung a sleek plastic pistol. A three pronged crown sat atop her jet black hair. She looked severe and beautiful, and absolutely terrifying.

“Wh-who are you?!” asked Jaylee.

“Call me Ms. Royal.”