Brian Bristol was escorted down the well-lit hallway. Escorted was too tame a word, as Brian didn't have a choice. Behind Brian was his ex-girlfriend Leigh Bologna. Was she his ex-girlfriend? Maybe not, fuck-buddy was a better description. Brian had many fuck-buddies. Women didn't mean much to him, only what they could do for him. Leigh was one of the countless women that Brian had enjoyed.

Brian was born into a life of privilege. He had enough money to do whatever he wanted without having to be concerned about the repercussions. Today, he was finding out that his actions can have some consequences.

"What's this all about?” Brian complained.

“You'll see,” Leigh reassured him.

“Keep walking,” one of the burly men chided Brian as he slowed his pace. The men accompanying Brian were very strong. Any hint of resistance on Brian's part was quickly discouraged by the men.

Brian didn't know how Leigh arranged to have such men do her bidding, but she did.

Brian didn't know many things. He didn't know why he was here. He didn't know why Leigh was so mad at him. She wasn't anyone special in his life. He didn't know why they made him change his clothes. Now, he was wearing brown slacks with a red plaid shirt, and black shoes and socks. Even his underwear had been changed to plain white boxers. His escorts forced him to change.

“Stop here, look over there!” Leigh told Brian.

Brian turned his head to see what Leigh was referring to. To his right was a door with a window. He could see inside the room. Sitting in a chair that looked like a dental chair was an elderly man. He looked to be in his late seventies or possibly eighty. He was dressed identically in the apparel that Brian was wearing at this moment. The clothes suited the old man much better than they suited him. The elderly man's head was resting on the chair's headrest. Wires were jutting from the back of the headrest and trailed along the floor. The man seemed relaxed. He certainly wasn't restrained in any way. He could get up if he wanted to.

“Yeah, so?” Brian asked.

“See that man, Mr. Forester. He knows how to treat a lady,” Leigh informed Brian. “Not that at his age he has any lascivious feelings. He sewed his wild oats decades ago. Now he is just a nice old man. He's content to sit at a park bench and enjoy the scenery.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Soon, you'll feel the same.”

“What?”

“I am going to transfer his personality into you.“

“That's ridiculous.”

“It can be done. This machine can be used to modify behavior. It can make small changes or enormous changes. In this case, what I am going to do, is simply record his personality and then I'll feed it into your head.”

“You can't do that.”

“I can. When I am finished with you, your old personality will be simply rewritten. You won't even know anything had happened.”

“Stop fooling around. It's not possible!”

“You'll never know. You won't even feel any different. You won't even remember what happened to you. We haven't tested a full personality rewrite. So, you'll be the first.”

“I'll fight it.”

“Good luck with that!”

Brian believed that she was just trying to scare him. He wouldn't let it happen to him. He'll resist. He'll keep his mind. He would just have to concentrate. Remember who he is.

“OK, boys take him into the other room,” Leigh commanded.

Brian's struggles renewed, but he didn't have any hope of breaking free. He was forced into the second room which had a chair identical to the one he saw the elderly man sitting in. In this room, Brian could see the machine to which the wires were connected. He was forced into the chair and then restraints were used to keep him in place. A seat belt was the first restraining fastener and then his arms and legs were restrained with leather belts. Finally, his neck was restrained, and forced his head back.

Leigh activated the machine, Brian could feel a tingling in the back of his head as the machine warmed up.

“I'll be back in a few minutes when it's time to proceed,” Leigh informed him.

She left the room and close the door. Her burly friends exited with her.

In the other room, the elderly man got out of the chair. Another man, Tauni sashayed into the room. Tauni was a young man in his twenties. He walked on high heels with one foot in front of the other and his arms bent at the elbow with his hands dangling from his loosely from his wrists. He took a seat in the chair formerly used by the elderly gentleman. He retrieved his purse by its shoulder strap and placed it on the floor besides the chair.

Tauni was wearing a white blouse with a black faux-leather miniskirt, black stocking held in place by black garters, and black pumps with a three-inch heel took his place. His face was cleanly shaven, and his makeup was expertly done giving him cherry-red lips, a hint of color on his lids, arched eyebrows, the illusion of high cheekbones, and long blond hair that extended to his armpits and shoulders. He was also accessorized with earrings, a necklace, and several bracelets and rings.

Unlike the elderly man, Tauni had to be restrained in the chair for his own protection.

“Thanks for helping me out,” Leigh stated.

“No problem, Sweetie. I know how men like that can be,” the man smiled. “Besides, you know how I love to be tied up,” Tauni told Leigh with a mischievous smile.

“He won't be that way for very much longer,” Leigh returned the smile. “This is a direct transfer. You won't feel a thing. Just relax.”

Brian on the other side of the wall that separated the two rooms, decided that the only thing he could do was to concentrate. He wouldn't lose who he was. When it was over, he would make Leigh think something had changed, but it wouldn't. He would hide his true self until he got out of here. As long as he concentrated, they couldn't do anything. Even if there was some small change, he'll get back to his real self when he remembered what happened to him. He believed, that was the key.

“Are you ready to be a new person?” Leigh asked when she reentered the room.

“It won't work!” Brian told her indignantly.

“You won't remember one way or the other. Oh, did I tell you, I've replaced everything at your home so your new life will seem normal to you? I'll tell you it was just a test and you'll believe me.”

“What?”

Leigh didn't answer, she activated the machine now since the machine had completely warmed up.

Brian was still conscious. He fought the changes as best he could. He just had to remember he was a young man and full of life. He had to hold onto that. He wouldn't be made into a dull old man.

His personality was being altered. New thoughts, feelings, desires, needs, and wants, entered his head. He couldn't distinguish his old feelings from his new ones. He kept concentrating that he was a young man, not an old one. He just had to hold onto that. If he could, then he would return to his old life. After all, when he looked at himself, he would know he was young.

When the program had run its course, Brian felt elated. He knew who he was. They couldn't change him. Leigh said that after the procedure, he wouldn't remember a thing. But Brian knew he remembered everything. He was a young man, full of life. He loved to dress up in pretty clothes, he loved to party and go out on the town. Leigh tried to change him because she wanted him, but that was impossible. He didn't have feelings for any woman. Brian decided he would play dumb.

Leigh wasn't in the room; she had left the room sometime after the machine started the transference procedure.

“We're done,” Leigh told her friend. The restraints of Tauni were released, and he left the room. The elderly gentleman returned to the chair.

“How do you feel, Brian,” Leigh asked.

“Hey, what's going on? Why am I tied up?” Brian's voice had changed. He was speaking in a higher register. In addition, he spoke with somewhat of a lisp.

“It's OK, everything is fine.”

“Let me out!”

“One second.”

Leigh released him.

Brian stood up. He put one hand on his hip. His other arm was bent at the elbow and his hand hung loosely from his wrist. It only took Brian a moment to realize his posture. He forced himself to stand like a 'straight man'. He couldn't let Leigh realize that the procedure hadn't worked.

“Do you feel OK?”

“I feel fine. I just don't know what I'm doing here.”

“It was just a test. This machine is supposed to help with relaxation. Did it work?”

“I don't know. Being tied up didn't help.”

“I guess not.”

The conversation continued for a few minutes. Brian thought that he was fooling Leigh into thinking his personality had changed. He knew he didn't feel like an old man. He felt quite the opposite, he felt invigorated.

Brian exited the clinic and drove home. He walked in, but he didn't like the look of the place. It didn't have the touches he would like. He went into his bedroom and looked through his clothes. They were all boring male apparel. He wore men's clothes sometimes, but not very often. Maybe when he visited his parents, he would wear male slacks and oxford shirts, but when he was himself, he didn't like those things. He preferred to look fabulous.

Brian looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was short, his fingernails weren't painted (he didn't remember the last time his nails weren't coated with polish) and the rest of his clothes were so drab. He needed to get back to his true self. He noticed the hair on his arms and took a shower, he had to shave it all off. But that wasn't easy, he would have to go to the salon and have his entire body waxed. That would be the best way. He would get some hair extensions too. While he was there, he decided he should tint his hair a different color. Maybe he could be a redhead. He hadn't colored his hair red in forever.

Brian looked over his apparel. “Leigh had been very thorough,” Brian thought. There wasn't one thing that he liked. She had replaced his entire wardrobe. It was like he had never lived here. The same was true about the furniture. He had much more style than this boring mess. He felt like he was living in someone else's apartment. He would have to get rid of everything and start from scratch.

But he couldn't do that. Leigh would find out and try again. She had some strong connections. It was better if he just picked up and left to start anew. There wasn't anything at his apartment he would miss.

Brian looked at his phone for the number of the salon. He couldn't find it there.

“How did she screw with my phone?” he wondered.

Brian didn't want to go to his usual salon anyway. He thought it best to try another place. One that Leigh didn't know about.

Brian sat on the couch and daintily draped his right leg over his left knee. “Hey Seri, Style by imagination hair salon?” he asked his phone. Brian had heard 'good things' about the Style by imagination hair salon.

“Style by imagination hair salon located on...” the phone reported. “Do you want me to contact them?”

“Yes.”

Seri dialed the number for him.

“Hiya Sweetie, I would like an appointment for today,” Brian enthused.

“Have you been here before?”

“No, but I'm just a mess and I need your services.”

“OK, what time?”

“Two.”

“We can do that.”

“Thanks so much Sweetie!.”

“What services would you like?”

“I definitely need some hair extensions. I want something long and cutsie. I want to tint my hair too. Oh yes, I'll need a full body wax.”

“We can do that. What's your name?”

“Brie,” Brian paused, then he decided that was what he wanted to be called. “Bristol,” he continued.

“Fine, see you at two.”

When Brian made a note of the appointment. He took notice of his nails.

“You know what, you had better add a manicure.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you so much. You've really been a doll. See you soon, tootles.”

Brian felt better about himself. He was going to get a full spa treatment. He couldn't remember the last time he spent hours in a salon. He enjoyed getting all pampered up.

He would have to be there in 75 minutes. He wanted to change first, but there wasn't anything left in his apartment he liked to wear. There certainly weren't any panties of any type. He would have to buy some. The closest thing was men's briefs. He took off his clothes and dressed the best he could. He put on briefs, the closest thing to panties that he owned. They were much better than the boring boxers he was wearing. He selected a colorful T-shirt and then tied the hem into a knot exposing his belly. He cut a pair of jeans he owned to make them capri-length. He didn't need any socks.

He knew he was going to get a full body wax at the salon, but the hair he saw on his arms, stomach, and legs disgusted him. He decided to take a quick shower and shave his body hair the best he could.

Before heading to the salon, he stopped off at a drugstore to buy some lipstick and blush. He also bought a package of panties. He didn't want to show up at the spa in men's briefs. Not if he would have to take off his clothes to get the body wax. His face also felt naked without cosmetics. As soon as he left the drugstore, he applied the cosmetics.

He parked his car in a secluded space and slipped out of his makeshift capri-length jeans and briefs. He tried to look inconspicuous as he changed. He didn't want anyone to know he was naked in his car.

The high-cut panties came in a three pack of various colors. Brian selected the pair that had a pastel purple hue. It was made of stretch cotton. While sitting in his car, he pulled the panties up his legs. He had to lift his butt from the seat to get them to his waist. Then he redressed in his jeans and slipped his feet into his sneakers.

In his proper attire, Brian drove to the salon and got there with seven or eight minutes to spare. He exited his way and sauntered to the salon. His butt was swaying with every step he took as he put one foot in front of the other.

Anyone who saw what he wore, as well as his posture and gait, would think he was a sissy. That was the look and lifestyle he wanted. Leigh was trying to rob him of his true self. “I won't let her!” he stated to no one as he entered the salon for his appointment.

After getting the full treatment at the spa, which always made him feel 'wondiferous' he exited the salon. He had beaten Leigh. She couldn't change him. Not if he didn't want to change.

Instead of going home, Brian drove to an out of the way motel. Leigh had access to his house, it was better to avoid it. He would rent a new place ASAP.

“Should I press charges?” Brian wondered. “There wasn't any proof,” he realized. He hadn't changed at all.

“GAWD, acting like some old man would be just 'wak',” he thought. It took weeks for Brian to get his life back in order. He did have fun buying his new wardrobe. He loved to shop, besides now that his hair was pumpkin spice, his apparel and cosmetics would have to match.

Once settled, Brie got all glammed up to go to one of his favorite clubs. He spent all day deciding to which outfit and cosmetics to wear. He could take as long as he wanted. The club didn't start to really heat up until midnight anyway.

Brie decided on a sky-blue gingham dress with lace up front and split skirt over a peasant top. There were tons of lace and ruffles accented the thigh-length dress. He paired it with white stockings and black heels for contract. He decided for severe makeup to balance the wholesome farm-girl look of the dress. Properly dressed, Brie headed for the club.

Tauni frequented that club too. Brie was attracted to Tauni as they seemed to have a lot in common. They didn't become lovers, they were too much alike, but they did become besties.

End.