Caught between a rock and a high heel 15

Kieron's heart raced as he entered the office, unsure of what the day would bring after standing up his boss the previous evening. As he shuffled through the office, he nodded politely to a few colleagues who greeted him, eager to slip into an empty back office where he could avoid any unwanted attention as he cursed his uncomfortable shoes for forcing him to move at a snail's pace.

Finally reaching the safety of the empty back office, Kieron breathed a sigh of relief. With nothing on his agenda, he planned to lay low until his mid-morning meeting with Tom Watkins. But as the seconds dragged on, his nerves got the best of him, and his mind wandered back to his conversation with Becca the night before. Visibly annoyed, she grilled him with question after question as Kieron tried to explain how overwhelmed and vulnerable he had felt, dressed as he was. As he spoke, Becca's features softened, and for a moment, Kieron thought he had gotten through to her. But then she crossed her arms and spoke with steely resolve. "Make this right, Kieron," she commanded. "Apologize and make up an excuse. I know I'm partly to blame for this mess, but I refuse to let this damage my reputation or career."

Kieron was left with a lot to think about, with the rebellious part of him thinking, "To hell with this!" He had travelled the world with just a backpack and his wits, always landing on his feet. The only problem was that this time, if Becca followed through on her threat to kick him out, he might be teetering on high heels! Despite the temptation to roll the dice and walk away, he ultimately decided to apologize and stick it out a little while longer, at least until his situation looked a bit brighter. Surely, he'd be receiving some kind of payment soon, and with that money, he could buy a set of male clothes, a plane ticket, and disappear.

At ten-fifty-five, Kieron took a deep breath and rose to his wobbly feet. With his excuse ready, he exited the back office. He planned to tell Tom Watkins that he had witnessed a robbery and couldn't make the theatre because the police needed him to file a witness report. It was a well-thought-out excuse and one that, in his mind, would work. Unfortunately, all of his preparation would be for nothing! Entering Tom Watkins' outer office, he could instantly tell by Gina's expression that something was up. She made an excuse about Mr Watkins being busy, which could have been true, but when she cancelled all of their upcoming meetings too, it was clear that his boss was upset with him.

The cross-dressed man spent the rest of the day anxiously twiddling his thumbs, trying to come up with a plan in case he was fired. He considered rushing to Becca's apartment before she heard the news, hoping to find something reasonable to wear and perhaps even some money. Although he had never stolen before, desperate times called for desperate measures, and he planned to repay her as soon as he could. But just as he was about to leave, still uncertain about what to do, an email from Gina came through, outlining his schedule for the week ahead. This could only mean one thing - he wasn't getting fired after all.

Kieron had mixed emotions as he read through the email. The next few days looked manageable. He would be working with Alain again, most likely following him around town as he ran errands and attended his supposed business meetings - not exactly exciting, but something Kieron knew he could handle. However, it was Friday that caught his eye. The schedule read, "2 pm - Appointment at Glow MedSpa," "6 pm - Attend opening of Luminary Gallery." With Tom Watkins expecting a review of both by the end of the day Tuesday.

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The next few days played out as predicted, with Kieron tottering around the city, chasing after Alain. But despite the challenges of navigating the city street atop the ridiculously tall shoes he was forced to wear, Kieron found himself interacting with the flamboyant Frenchman more and more. In any other circumstance, Kieron wouldn't have given Alain the time of day, given his campy nature and lightly made-up. However, Kieron's own transformation had left him in no position to judge. With his ever-slimming body wrapped in revealing skirts and dresses, and his own face caked in cosmetics, the lines between the pair had been blurred.

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Friday's appointment at Glow MedSpa had loomed over Kieron all week, and when it finally arrived, his nerves were frayed. After researching the clinic's services beforehand, he definitely had no desire to undergo any of the treatments they offered. However, with the threat of becoming homeless hanging over his head, Kieron reluctantly entered the building to see what was expected of him. After checking in with the receptionist, the nervous Irish man was whisked off for a medical exam where they drew a vial of blood from his arm - a procedure that did little to calm his nerves. But thankfully, the following treatment: a massage, helped ease his tension. Relaxed and drowsy, Kieron agreed to the next treatment without hesitation: a hair and face mask that promised to rejuvenate and increase blood flow.

The process was an absolute oasis of calm, leaving Kieron wondering why he'd gotten himself so worked up about the visit in the first place. But little did he know, things were about to take a turn for the worse as his worst fears were about to be realized.

Striding into his room, a woman introduced herself as a cosmetic consultant before immediately launching into an explanation of his next treatment. Kieron struggled to keep up with her jargon-laden speech, but one phrase in particular sent shivers down his spine – lip-filling injections, definitely something he wanted no part of.

The room fell into a deafening silence as the consultant finished her explanation. The moment of truth had arrived, leaving Kieron facing a harrowing choice: either run out and become a homeless crossdresser or go ahead and plump up his pout. It was a gut-wrenching decision, but after hesitating as long as possible and receiving reassurances that the procedure was only temporary, Kieron finally relented and signed the consent form with a heavy heart.

After further assurances from the consultant that he would love the results, Kieron was faced with yet another tough decision. Should he stay awake for the procedures or choose the sedation of gas and air? Feeling overwhelmed, Kieron opted for the latter.

The next forty-five minutes of Kieron's life felt like a wild dream, shrouded in a mixture of lucidity and confusion. Being no stranger to mind-altering substances, Kieron embraced the sensation and let his mind wander, only being brought back to reality by occasional pinching sensations. However, things took a bizarre turn when he felt something pierce his right nipple. Feeling something sliding inside, his eyes shot open in shock, and he gasped in disbelief.

Fiona, noticing his distress, pressed down hard on his shoulder and instructed him to stay still while she administered another dose of gas and air. As the sedative kicked in, Kieron struggled to sit up, his mind clouded with panic. Before his mind floated away, he felt a strange tension building in his chest and the sensation of the area being filled.

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As Kieron's consciousness fully returned, he caught sight of a mirror and sprang to his feet, eager to see the results of the procedures. However, the reflection staring back at him was nothing short of horrific. His lips, now more than twice their original size, jutted out from his face in an almost comical way. But that wasn't his biggest concern.

A strange, heavy tightness in his chest area left him feeling uneasy, and as he examined himself further, his worries only intensified. What looked like small budding breasts sat on his previously flat, manly chest. Pulling down one side of his bra, a mound of flabby flesh flopped out, sending a cold shiver down his spine.

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"What do you think?" The consultant asked as she appeared by his side, leaving Kieron struggling to find the words to express his shock and horror.

"I...I...my chest!" he stuttered, feeling faint as the room began to spin around him.

The woman responded in a soothing tone, "Sorry if you were expecting larger results. That's as much as we could do in the first session of VBL. But we can build upon this in your follow-up appointment."

"VBL?" Kieron repeated in a daze. "What's VBL?" He vaguely remembered the woman mentioning the term earlier, but, at the time, he had thought it was related to the lip-plumping process.

"Oh, I thought you knew," the woman replied as she furrowed her brow and looked at Kieron with concern. "It stands for Vampire Breast Lift! With the platelet-rich plasma we synthesized from the blood we took earlier, it's a preferable choice to breast augmentation for some people. Practically no recovery time and the injected material is from your own cells. Did you not know this before coming here today?"

Kieron turned to look at the woman in disbelief, trying to process what she was saying as his newly plumped lips parted slightly. Could it be true? Had he really just been given a set of breasts in under an hour? The thought was so absurd that he wanted to dismiss it, but as he thought things through, it didn't seem like a joke. Everything seemed so real, from the professional location to the disturbing wobble of his chest.