For the third year in a row my new years resolution was to lose my belly, but my wife had enough. It has not all been bad, I dropped a few pounds over time, but my belly stayed. I told her it is to be expected when a guy gets older, but her reply was simply that I'm not that old yet.



She found a person who guaranteed success, for a serious price, but that was her belated Christmas present from her to me. When I realized who we were dealing with, I got a bit worried.



Her name was Madame Jolie and the rumor was that she meddled in witchcraft. Not that I really believe in that kind of stuff, but I go by a simple rule: When in doubt.. stay away..



My wife however goes by different rules, and I follow them, or she turns into a witch herself. Sort of. So, not long after, we were visiting Madame Jolie's mansion.



Well, one thing was sure, she was definitely not your stereotype witch, not old, no large hooked nose, no hair on her chin or a hump on her back. No, she was young and beautiful, could easily have been a fashion model. She was pleasant, dressed in leather leggings on very high heels, her top something between a bustier and a corset.



She showed us the facilities in her home, and in a large exercise room I could actually feel the air vibrate. She looked at me curiously, and said, not everyone can feel it, you know. It's a source of energy for the ones who can. My wife looked dumbfounded, clearly not knowing what we were talking about.



Madame Jolie explained. It's called a vortex. A source of energy coming straight out of the earth. It has been in this location for thousands of years, and this home was built on top of it. Not everyone can sense it but almost everyone feels better after they workout in this room. Some say it's magic and they call me a witch.



We both smiled at her words, but I could feel the energy charging me already. It would be wonderful to workout here. Sean? I looked up quickly, seeing my wife and Madame Jolie staring at me from a small office, attached to the room. I quickly joined them. It's amazing, isn't it? Madame Jolie asked, if you guys sign the contract, you will be here every day for the next six months. I couldn't wait to sign.



It wasn't that simple though. The contract had many pages, with many disclaimers. Madame Jolie explained that some of her methods were alternative, not FDA approved. She worked with some medical facilities to test new medications and procedures. Her clients were never in danger, but there were side effects sometimes. Mostly positive, but for example, one gentleman had his tongue grow about six inches. He wasn't thrilled at first, but his wife still sends her thanks on a regular basis.



The contract protected her and her business, not only could we ever sue, we could not even discuss my treatment with any outside party. Don't worry, she laughed, I have satisfactory ratings from more than ninety-nine percent of my clients. In six months time you will have an hourglass figure and never will you grow a belly again.



The most critical section was where I had to agree to comply with all her decisions in relation to my treatment, without question or protest. She explained this was mostly about diet and exercise but could be related to experimental medicine as well. But I was never to worry, she would never ask me to do anything illegal or outside the law. My wife also had to sign, essentially that she would support me and Madame Jolie in everything that was done to make my treatment a success.



It did get creepy though on the last page of the contract. We were not to sign some signature, but confirm with a thumb print. And the print was not made with ink, but with our own blood. She suddenly had a sharp knife in her hand and carefully punctured the skin of her arm, then pressed her thumb in the blood, then on the contract in the box where she had to sign. The most amazing or disturbing, whatever you want to call it, was how the wound closed itself again, not even leave a mark on her skin.



It was her desk, she explained, which was positioned in a very special part of the vortex energy. It had both healing properties, as well as enforcing abilities. Call it magic, she said, but once you sign you will not be able to violate the contract. Even after the six months you can never disclose what happened, to anyone else.



I looked at my wife, who was already holding up her arm, and Madame Jolie nicked her skin, and her thumb print was on the contract as well. Both were looking at me now, and although I was worried what was in store for me, I held out my arm, felt a slight pain, and used the blood to set my own thumb print. Right away my skin healed and the pain was gone.



Very well, Madame Jolie said, the contract is effective immediately. For the next six months you will be known as Celeste, she told me. I looked at her and said, but that's a female name. She replied, that doesn't matter. I prepare all my classes and contracts ahead of time, and then match it with whomever signs the contract. See it as a code name, you signed the third contract of the year, so your name starts with a C. My wife said, I love that name, Celeste, and she kissed me briefly.



It wasn't the only awkward thing. Madame told me to change out of my clothes into whatever was waiting for me in a small changing room, while she discussed dietary needs for me with my wife. The one piece of clothing there was a thin flesh colored nylon pair of underpants. When I pulled it on I looked very naked.



Getting back in the office I heard Madame say that I could only eat or drink what she provided, or what my wife prepared as part of the diet. I had a feeling I was going to be hungry for the next six months.



I had to stand against a wall, with my arms spread, as Madame used some high-tech laser to take all of my measurements. I was to lose sixty pounds in the next six months, and twelve inches of my waistline. How would that even be possible?



One thing was clear, even to me. I needed a corset to slowly reduce the size of my waist and everything else would follow suit. Good thing was, her facility could produce corsets in every size. It would be sprayed on me, I think she said, and adjusted each week. The only problem they had to deal with was my body hair.



Madame said goodbye to my wife, who had a huge shopping list of things to buy, and told her to pick me up in three hours. Then she took me to a room that said "Massage". She introduced me to a girl named Mia, who would take care of me for the next hour. And she explained that Mia was mute, she could not speak, so I should pay attention to her sign language. At least she wasn't deaf, so I could ask her questions. And Madame left us by ourselves.



I tried to make small talk, sort of by myself, as Mia would nod or shake her head. When I asked her how come she couldn't talk, she stuck out her tongue, and I was shocked. Her tongue seemed to be split across the full length. And she could move each half independently.



Mia pointed at some sort of a table where I had to lie down on. She put a plastic cover over my hair, then taped small plastic cups over my eyes and tape over my eyebrows. She coated the nails on my fingers and toes with some transparent polish. And finally she plugged my nose and pushed something in my mouth, which settled around my teeth, with my lips tightly closed around it. Then I had to put my head down as I slowly sank down into the table and an oily fluid completely covering my body.



I started to panic, but Mia's hand calmed me down, as I realized I could still breath through the contraption in my mouth. Both Mia's hands were now massaging my body, kneading the warm oil into my skin. After about ten minutes she flipped me around, and I relaxed as my breathing tube provided me with enough oxygen. As she worked my back I started feeling better and better.



By now I lost track of time, simply enjoying her strong hands. I didn't realize I had emerged again until I felt her spray my back with something. She flipped me around on my back again and started spraying my front. I tried to see what she was doing, but the cups covering my eyes were totally oiled up.



Suddenly I felt hot air blowing on my body and I felt my tummy constrict. It got tighter and tighter and I had to take small breaths. Eventually the compression stopped and I had the feeling I was now wearing a corset. Finally Mia removed the thing from my mouth and the rest of the stuff that was covering me. She had me sit up and she pointed at a shower cabin and mimicked I had to wash my hair and body.



While washing I noticed the material covering my body like a corset. It was semi transparent rubbery plastic or something and had even cups for non existing breasts. Well, to be honest, I filled them up slightly with the bit of man boobs I had. What was more disturbing was how the material disappeared between my legs, from both the back and front, somehow pushing my manhood out of sight as well.



Only when I concentrated on my legs did I notice they were completely free of body hair. Checking my arms, same thing, and even my face felt soft, like I'd never had stubble before. Must have been something in that oily substance, that's why she protected my hair and eyebrows.



It was amazing how easily I dried the corset material on my body. It must not have been any regular fabric. As the semi transparency sort of took the color of the rest of my skin, I actually felt like naked, although my manhood was nowhere to be seen. There were no clothes laid out, just a pair of slippers, and with Mia gone I walked back to the office.



When Madame saw me, she inspected the corset, nodding like she was satisfied. Eventually she said, it's a special latex formula and combined with the oil on your body it glued perfectly to your skin, so no dirt can get under it. There will be microscopic holes, over any pore on your original skin, so your body can still dispose of sweat etcetera. Every Friday we'll dissolve it in a special bath, and every Sunday we'll fit you a new one. That gives us a chance to measure true progress and you will have a chance for sex with your wife, as that won't be possible while wearing the corset. Likewise, you'll have to sit down on the toilet, in order to pee. Your manhood is pulled back in a small sleeve, which acts as a peehole.



That was a lot to take in, in just one sentence it seemed. No sex during the week? My wife won't be happy! But as if she could read my mind, she said she had explained that already to my wife. And it wasn't like my wife would miss out, I still had my tongue and fingers to make her happy.



I had three exercise sessions of twenty minutes ahead of me. They were all in one machine that completely closed off my body, except for my head. Then it started moving my body in different ways, sometimes almost more than my body could handle. I didn't have to do anything, but if I wanted to control the move, I could do so, but it would be tiresome. At first I let the machine guide me, but at some point I tried to take control and I could feel sweat pore out from me.



At the end of each session the machine would blow-dry my body, which was almost an erotic experience, so nice it was. After a full hour of what I considered by then extreme exercise, there was a fifteen minute break. Madame passed me back to Mia, to prepare me for yoga class, as that was together with other clients, an all-female group. And so I became truly Celeste, with a high ponytail wig, my eyebrows thinned, lipstick and a tad of makeup. All my nails were painted in the same color as my lips. And eventually she had me step into long yoga pants and combined it with a crop top with long sleeves, in the same color. I noticed a slight padding where I suspected my man boobs were, but looking in the mirror now, with my flat crotch, I saw Celeste, the new me. At least while doing workouts here.



There were eight of us, with Madame Jolie teaching. I did not look out of place at all, as she introduced me to the rest of the group. I wondered if any of them were male like me.



Never having done yoga before, I had no idea what to expect. But whatever the machine had done to my body, I felt quite agile in my moves, and Madame smiled a few times at me, nodding her approval. I knew I could really learn to love this, and keep doing it, even after my six months were up.



We ended with meditation. My body a good tired, soft music coming from all around us, the slight vibration in the air, I managed rather easily to empty my mind of all thoughts.

Celeste? I heard, and I woke up and said, yes, in quite a girly voice, and I saw my wife, where everybody else was gone already.



Madame gave me some sneakers to wear and told me to come in a yoga outfit, as Celeste, every night, from 7 to 10. My wife had all the instructions for my diet, which was rigorous, spelling out exactly when I could drink coffee, water and some smoothie, or eat fruit, nuts or veggies, with either fish or chicken. She gave me coffee k-cups, pouches of sugar and creamer, and four packets of powder, to give the provided water bottles some taste. Everything was to be fully consumed at exact times, no more, but also no less. Each night I would receive my package for the next day, and the menu for dinner that my wife or I had to make, to be consumed at 5.30 exactly.



My wife was very interested in Celeste, so that night I kept on my clothes and wig and everything, and just for fun, I acted a bit girly. We watched a romantic movie together and at some point we were even kissing together. She liked the fact that I had lipstick on, and she became quite hot. I recognized the signs and I knew that normally by now I'd be rock hard, but the corset stopped that in its track.



Next thing I know she had me naked, well, down to my corset, and she was checking between my legs what was going on. I could feel her touch with no problem, even right on the tip of my manhood, as she fingered my pee hole, that I knew was there, as I had sat down to pee earlier.



I liked how she touched me, even better when she put her tongue on it, as I even raised my hips trying to push it deeper in her mouth. But other than a warm feeling, the frustration was stronger as it would not grow. I had hoped that maybe it could escape through the sleeve of the pee hole, despite the awkward angle in the way it was curled down. But the glue that kept the corset tight on my skin, must have kept my member tight in place as well.



What I didn't expect was that it made my wife even more excited. No frustration at all on her side. Instead, she had her own clothes off in seconds and pushed my head down between her legs. She was soaked, and I saw no reason to waste that juice, so I put my tongue on her. I have always liked eating her out, but most of the times we never get far that way, as she wants me inside her. But now, we went all the way.



It was actually quite satisfying, now that I purely concentrated on her pleasure. Her taste seemed stronger than I ever remembered, and when I added a few fingers in her pussy, she soaked my hand, as I sucked her clit. She came not once, but twice, as I eagerly licked all the cum she sprayed in my face. And as I pulled my body against her, while my fingers still caressed her slit, I could feel her shudder once more.



After a bit we moved from the sofa to our bed, and we slept like babies, her arm tightly wrapped around my corsetted waist. I had sweet dreams, my mind accepting that there was room for Celeste in me, my own face still looking like a woman, as I went to work.