[TG, M->Feminized Male]

[CW: Non-con, Deception, Drugging, Bondage/Stuck]

The alarm blared incessantly, causing a pair of groans to issue from under the blanket. A stray hand swatted around the nightstand before finding the offending phone. It was yanked back into the blanket nest, and promptly silenced.

"Ughhh," groaned Oliver, slowly sitting up. "What time is it?"

Gabrielle swung her feet out of bed and stretched. It was clear she was far more adept at waking up first compared to her boyfriend. "Ah, about five in the morning," she replied, forcing a chipper tone.

"And... why are we up this early?"

Gabrielle tossed her pillow behind her at Oliver's back, getting up and bouncing on her heels. "Because you're coming with me today! Remember?"

In response, Oliver let out another long groan, but managed to get himself out of bed at the same time. Gabrielle had already vanished from the bedroom, giving Oliver time to himself. He thought back on the conversation from yesterday. A whole week of going to work with Gabrielle. He hesitated for a long moment, before grabbing his phone. He punched in his manager's email address, then followed it up with a believable excuse as to why he wouldn't be able to work for the rest of the week. At least, Oliver hoped it was believable. If it wasn't, who knew what his boss would say.

Back into the bedroom walked Gabrielle, carrying two large mugs of steaming tea. She set one down on her own nightstand, and then carried the other over to Oliver's side of the bed. "You called off of work?" she asked, sweetly.

Oliver nodded, and then gasped in surprise. Gabrielle had plucked the phone right out of his fingers. "You won't need any of this week, so I'll hold onto it!"

"H-hey!"

"Hey what? This is your punishment for not following the rules yesterday, remember?"

Oliver sighed, looking at his phone forlornly. "But..." he muttered, more to himself than anything. "...alright."

A strange noise came out of Gabrielle's throat, and Oliver looked up just in time to see a grin. That grin didn't last though, because Gabrielle leaned forward and pressed her parted lips against his. Their tongues met and swirled around each other, and Oliver melted into his girlfriend's arms. Their embrace and making out lasted minutes, before Gabrielle pulled away.

Panting and with a flush running down the front of her body, she looked her boyfriend in the eyes. "We better get ready for work. I've got the perfect outfit planned for you!"

Oliver looked worried, but Gabrielle turned him around and patted his butt, pushing him toward the bathroom. "Don't worry about it," she whispered softly. "Just go shower. And make sure to shave everything again! Gotta be presentable!"

Her giggles chased an embarrassed over into the bathroom. He looked himself over; it wasn't like much hair had grown on his body in the last couple days. In fact, it was next to none, somehow. Oliver shook his head, getting rid of the bothering notion that something was off, and hopped into the shower.

The pink razor was back at it again, gliding effortlessly across his skin. Oliver rubbed soap over the freshly shaved areas, combating any potential razor burn while also moisturizing his skin. Not that he was aware of these benefits as he used Gabrielle's body wash, but by the end of the shower, he was marveling at how silky his body had become. Water practically fell off him with nothing to cling to.

He sighed, stepping out of the shower after turning off the water. Oliver toweled off, heading back into the bedroom when he saw his outfit laid out on the bed.

It was so girly. Too girly, considering he'd be wearing it in public.

Panic set in across Oliver's face as Gabrielle walked in just in time to see it. He turned to her, shaking his head. "I..." he started, timid of her response. "I don't want to look like some kind of freak in front of your coworkers..."

Gabrielle nodded, pulling him close. "You're not a freak, okay? But I know what you mean, a guy wearing some feminine clothes is a little bit of a strange sight." For a moment, the two stood with each other silently, before Gabrielle spoke again. "I have an idea. If you let me do what I want, without any questioning or stopping me, I can promise you won't have anything to worry about. How's that sound?"

Oliver let out a soft chuckle, pushing his face into the side of Gabrielle's neck. His voice was slightly muffled, but she could still make it out when he said, "I'm already doing everything you want. What's a little more?"

Gabrielle giggled and clapped her hands, gently separating herself from Oliver. "You won't regret this, trust me!" Given Gabrielle's job, work tended to follow her home. As such, all it took was a dining room chair in front of the vanity in the bedroom - combined with the sheer number of miscellaneous products on top of it - to look like they were already at work. She pushed Oliver into the chair, letting him sit for only a moment before getting to work.

While Oliver normally kept his hair shorter, lately it had been getting a little longer. It was quickly folded against his head, with bobby pins to hold it in place. While it looked a little chaotic, it didn't matter for long. Suddenly a large, stretchy piece of material was pulled over his head. The color of this bald cap almost perfectly matched Oliver's own pale skin tone. Around the edges of this material, Gabrielle rubbed on a strange cream, making sure it would work its way both over and under the edge of the cap.

Next up from Gabrielle's bags was a wig. Oliver eyed this suspiciously, though he didn't say anything. It was his natural brown color - again, a similarity that he noted but didn't question - though much longer and slightly curly. The strange cream came back, being smeared against the inside of the wig and the top of the bald cap. As the wig was being fitted and adjusted to his head, the long locks of hair fell to the middle of his back, sending shivers through his body as it tickled against his bare skin. Oliver moved his head around, astounded by the realistic way that the hair moved with him. If he hadn't known any better, he would have said it was his hair.

Finally, Oliver's curiosity got the better of him. "Hey, what's that stuff you keep rubbing on me?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's adhesive." Gabrielle said, nonchalantly. She eyed him a little bit while she prepared the next item, watching his response.

"Adhesive?" There was a momentary pause, and then a gasp. "You're gluing this onto me?!"

Gabrielle held up her hands, giving Oliver a strange look. "Well, of course I am. How else would it stay on all day?" She dug around in the bag, pulling out a decently sized tube. "All we'll have to do is spread this on where the glue is, and it'll come right off."

For a moment, Oliver thought about it, then sighed and nodded. His girlfriend took that as a sign to continue, and they were back at it again. She pulled out something strangely rubberlike, that jiggled and flopped around in her grip. It was roughly the size of a t-shirt, but was strangely shaped and flesh colored. Then Gabrielle turned it around.

It had boobs hanging off the front of it. Full sized breasts with large pointed nipples adorning them. Reflexively, Oliver covered his own chest, causing Gabrielle to giggle. She turned the breastplate inside out, and started spreading the adhesive all over the inside of it. Within moments, it was ready to be worn. Timidly, Oliver raised his arms, his own chest shifting slightly - unnoticed by him, given the distraction in front of him, but certainly noticed by Gabrielle. She quickly pulled the silicone torso over top of Oliver, careful not to get glue in his hair as she worked it into position.

The pair just looked in the mirror, stunned at the change it made. The tone of the breastplate was practically a perfect match to Oliver's own skin, and given the slimming effect on his waist it created... he had curves. From the hips up, he didn't just look feminine. He looked like an actual woman.

Before Oliver could react, Gabrielle turned Oliver away from the mirror and rushed to work. Grabbing some specialized tape, she reached between his legs and secured his manhood back and between his thighs. Then came the challenging part - his makeup.

Gabrielle knew a thing or two about makeup, but this was her first time taking a male face and turning it into a woman's. Still though, Oliver had never been super masculine in appearance, with a more angular jaw and pronounced cheekbones that would be easy to work with. She made sure to go slowly, and explained out loud to Oliver what she was doing. Though, since she didn't let him watch - at least not today - he could only retain bits and pieces.

By the end of it, she was proud of the look she had created. While it was more makeup than she typically used, it all worked together to give Oliver a more feminine look, while also looking like he was wearing a subtle amount of normal makeup. She bit her lip, cautious about giving away her reaction to Oliver, though in the end she had to turn him around so he could see himself.

His initial reaction was to gasp, and lightly put his hands on the side of his face. Slowly, he opened and closed his mouth, as though experimenting with the reflection. His reflection gradually shifted, from shock to a smirk, as he made the admittedly hot girl in the mirror stick her tongue out or blow kisses. But then, it hit him again. The same feelings as the day before, crashing over him. That hot girl was him.

Before he could spiral out of control this time, he turned to Gabrielle. There she was, smiling and holding his hand. He calmed a little, but looked back at his reflection. He couldn't recognize himself, but he still liked what he saw? Oliver was confused, and turned back to his girlfriend.

"I... I'm enjoying this..."

Gabrielle gasped in surprise, eyes going wide as she grinned. "Good!"

"Not good! Look at me! I'm a guy, I shouldn't be liking this." He looked deep into her eyes, pleading with her. "Please, please don't leave me for this..."

Gabrielle looked stunned, lifting the chin of her effeminate boyfriend and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Hun, I love you so much for doing this. This all is my fetish, my secret desire that I've been wanting to do. I'm so glad you're enjoying this, and I wouldn't leave you for it. I promise."

Oliver sniffled a little, nodding. He looked over at the pile of clothes on the bed and walked over to it. It was hard for him to believe that just minutes ago it seemed far too feminine to wear in public, but now it was appropriate for how he looked. Timidly, he picked up the panties and slipped it over his taped down member. It fit snugly against his privates, the tucking tape doing its job and creating a smooth expanse for the underwear.

With a bit of fumbling, the bra was next. At Gabrielle's advice, Oliver put it on backwards so that he could fasten the clasps in front of him, and then spun it around so that the cups properly held up his fake breasts, and the straps sat softly on his shoulders. He shrugged into the t-shirt - a feminine cut with a deep v-neck that showed off some of his newly created cleavage - and awkwardly pulled the yoga pants up over his hips. With careful grace, perhaps stemming from his awkwardness from the situation - he slipped his feet into the shoes provided - the wedge sandals from his first feminine day - and fastened the straps.

Gabrielle moved in a flurry around him, and before he knew it there were small padlocks dangling off the straps on his shoes, and one dangling off the small choker collar she had just put on him. He looked at her confused, but she just smiled and shrugged.

"It looks good on you. Besides, you took off your clothes yesterday, I wanted to get you something you couldn't take off."

"I mean, I don't think I'll be able to take off the glued-on stuff..." he whined, slipping a finger between his throat and the collar, tugging slightly.

"Well, I like it on you." Gabrielle punctuated her sentence with a strong kiss to the lips, grabbing hold of Oliver's hand and tugging him out the door. Before he knew it, he was in the car and on his way to Gabrielle's job at the salon.

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"Oh my god, who's this?!" Within moments, Gabrielle's coworker was all over Oliver, examining him from every angle.

"Oh... that's Oliv--" Gabrielle started to reply, but stopped upon seeing the daggers Oliver was shooting her with his eyes. "Uh, Olivia. That's my friend, Olivia." Oliver looked surprised by the name, clearly having something to ponder.

The overly-friendly coworker raised a brow at the strange hesitation, but shrugged it off. "Olivia, huh?" She grabbed 'Olivia' by the shoulders and looked them up and down. "Well, 'Liv', we're gonna get along just fine! I'm Elizabeth, though you can call me whatever you want, sweet thing!"

Oliver pondered what was going on, watching as Elizabeth made her way away from him. She was hot, but in a butch, almost masculine kind of way. Perhaps it was her confidence, or her self-assuredness that lent itself to being so attractive? Or perhaps it was someone accepting this strange feminine version of himself that was just hot?

Or, as Oliver dejectedly thought, perhaps someone more masculine was attractive to him because of the feminine attire he was wearing. Was that how it worked? Or was something seriously crossed in his brain? He'd never been into guys before, but here was Elizabeth being almost more masculine than feminine...

And what was with the name Gabrielle had given him? Olivia? It was a little close to his actual name, but at the same time... Oliver had felt a thrill when it was said. "Olivia," he whispered under his breath, and smiled. Perhaps that should be his name, at least for while he was stuck like this for the week.

'Olivia' looked around, taking in the salon around them. There was so much going on that it was hard to keep track of everything, so for the most part, they just stood next to Gabrielle. They did prove to be an adequate 'gopher' as the day went on, fetching anything needed to help complete the customer's orders and gathering supplies from the backroom as needed. It was strange, being in public, all these customers seeing Olivia and not in the slightest even suspecting that 'they' were actually a 'him'. But, by the end of the day, Olivia had gotten used to the compliments and the attention from random guests.

What they hadn't gotten used to was Elizabeth's constant attention. The amount of times she came by, pinching Olivia's rear and constantly running her fingers over Olivia's arm was immeasurable. Olivia had taken up hiding near Gabrielle, who either seemed oblivious to the whole thing, or just didn't care that it was going on.

Though, in retrospect, Olivia had noticed Gabrielle and Elizabeth having plenty of secret conversations. Perhaps they were discussing work stuff... though Olivia couldn't get it out of their head that something else was a foot.

At the end of the day, driving home from work, Gabrielle put her hand on Olivia's thigh. "You did great today! I'm so proud of you, Olivia!"

Olivia blushed, the effect blending with their makeup. "Oh, uh, thanks. I really didn't do much, I just got what you asked for, when you asked for it."

Gabrielle waves it off. "That's exactly what I needed you to do. You're gonna be my perfect little helper all week now, I'm so excited!" Olivia nodded and chuckled, looking at the car window and their reflection. All day, they hadn't really been able to come to terms with the girly figure in the mirror being their own, and now they had a whole week of this?