As I sat there staring at him I had only one thing running through my mind... How would it feel to have a beard. To feel fingers running through the crop of hair on my face. I looked at my hands, horrible fat fingers. I looked over at him again and saw he was biting his nails a horrible habbit but I noticed how slender and smooth his fingers were. Those fingers would look and feel nice running his sleek black beard. I looked at my reflection in the screen of the pc, no way I'd grow a beard like that I chuckled.
Today happened to be a charity day at work. Suddnelly I had a thought, I asked him if he would consider a beard waxing for charity. I sent it to everyone on our floor so it didn't look too suspicious. He agreed to do it I £200 was raised. It took us almost all day to raise that amount and I spent my time wisely, sending pics of him from his Facebook account to our colleagues.
Of course this was just an excuse to be looking at him in more detail. I learnt most of the stats of his body as well as a lot of detail around his life. He loved the gym and there were lots of sweaty looking selfies. And although he posted stats about his body he never posted a picture showing more than his arms or legs. Never shirt less and even on his holiday snaps he only posted pics where his entire body was in a pool. It was so extreme that he never posted naked feet. There were a few of his body where he had had tattoos but they were extreme close ups so here was no way of knowing which body part had the tattoo. He also loved swimming and enjoyed a daily trip to the sun beds. Still his body stats were Arms: 18.5 inches, Calves: 18.5 inches, Neck: 16.5 inches, Thighs: 27 inches, Chest: 50 inches, Waist: 28 inches, shoe size 9, penis size.......... oh wait I was dreaming that bit. Compared to me he was literally a god.
At lunch I went to the shop for some hair wax, I found the most expensive one with the tag line ‘100% transformation.’ All the others were talking about hair removal. This one was diatinctiy different with the word transformation. It came with silicone face shaped mask with eyes for the mouth, eyes and nose.
On my return he was waiting at his desk with our colleagues gathered around him, egging him on asking him to reveal more of the body he was so proud of. He point blank refused.
At 4pm we finally raised enough money for him to do it, we all gathered around his desk, where I brushed the pink liquid onto his face, ensuring to cover every millimetre of his face ensuring every single hair would be removed. I was careful to cover his entire face but made sure none of the liquid went near his eye brows or the amazing thick lush black styled hair on his head, the mask and liquid were enough to cover his neck as well. I placed the mask onto his face and pressed everywhere, I was loving it. The instructions said to wait for 30 mins, test to see if it was dry, then pull to remove. There was a very pungent odour in the air that reminded me of burning hair, or that of the Saturday afternoon walk past the salon where the pensioners were having their blue rinse perm.
After 30 minutes That’s exactly what I did, I pulled it very quickly and he screamed like hell. All our colleagues were cheering him on, but the guys 4 floors up could hear him and came running down to find out what the noise was. When it was completely off, he finally stopped screaming, as his new face, all be it very red, started to cool down and it revealed a rather handsome man under all that fur.
5pm soon came and everyone left. I noticed his mask with all his hairs was still on his desk, I sneaked it into my bag and left.
As soon as I returned home I took the mask out of my bag and stood in front of a mirror, it looked stupid. Suddenly I felt as though it was bonding with my face and I tried to get it off, it wouldn’t budge. The next thing I remember was next morning when I woke up, in a different bed, different room and different house. As well as a different body, I knew exactly who I was and my life felt complete. Also his\ my beard was back and I enjoyed every second playing with it. On my arrival at work My former self appeared to act as though nothing had happened..
I even made a few improvements to my new body, for a start showing off more flesh than ever before and adding even more tattoo's. What do you think now?
Today happened to be a charity day at work. Suddnelly I had a thought, I asked him if he would consider a beard waxing for charity. I sent it to everyone on our floor so it didn't look too suspicious. He agreed to do it I £200 was raised. It took us almost all day to raise that amount and I spent my time wisely, sending pics of him from his Facebook account to our colleagues.
At lunch I went to the shop for some hair wax, I found the most expensive one with the tag line ‘100% transformation.’ All the others were talking about hair removal. This one was diatinctiy different with the word transformation. It came with silicone face shaped mask with eyes for the mouth, eyes and nose.
On my return he was waiting at his desk with our colleagues gathered around him, egging him on asking him to reveal more of the body he was so proud of. He point blank refused.
At 4pm we finally raised enough money for him to do it, we all gathered around his desk, where I brushed the pink liquid onto his face, ensuring to cover every millimetre of his face ensuring every single hair would be removed. I was careful to cover his entire face but made sure none of the liquid went near his eye brows or the amazing thick lush black styled hair on his head, the mask and liquid were enough to cover his neck as well. I placed the mask onto his face and pressed everywhere, I was loving it. The instructions said to wait for 30 mins, test to see if it was dry, then pull to remove. There was a very pungent odour in the air that reminded me of burning hair, or that of the Saturday afternoon walk past the salon where the pensioners were having their blue rinse perm.
After 30 minutes That’s exactly what I did, I pulled it very quickly and he screamed like hell. All our colleagues were cheering him on, but the guys 4 floors up could hear him and came running down to find out what the noise was. When it was completely off, he finally stopped screaming, as his new face, all be it very red, started to cool down and it revealed a rather handsome man under all that fur.
5pm soon came and everyone left. I noticed his mask with all his hairs was still on his desk, I sneaked it into my bag and left.
As soon as I returned home I took the mask out of my bag and stood in front of a mirror, it looked stupid. Suddenly I felt as though it was bonding with my face and I tried to get it off, it wouldn’t budge. The next thing I remember was next morning when I woke up, in a different bed, different room and different house. As well as a different body, I knew exactly who I was and my life felt complete. Also his\ my beard was back and I enjoyed every second playing with it. On my arrival at work My former self appeared to act as though nothing had happened..
I even made a few improvements to my new body, for a start showing off more flesh than ever before and adding even more tattoo's. What do you think now?
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