The Mule 07

With a deafening buzz filling the air of Ethan's vibrant pink bedroom, he lunged for the source of the noise, only to be met with a searing pain as his long nails slammed into the alarm clock. Yowling in agony, Ethan cradled his throbbing hand and let out a string of curses.

Looking over with bleary eyes, Ethan glared at the glowing neon numbers of the clock on his bedside cabinet and groaned in frustration. '5:50 AM!' he thought, 'time to start another day in hell.' Heaving himself into a seated position, he groaned again as he felt his flabby backside squish beneath his weight and the unsettling jiggle of his ample bosom, making him cringe with disgust. Even the simple task of sitting up had somehow become a chore in his never-ending routine of misery.

With a heavy sigh, Ethan slowly hoisted himself to his feet, shuddering as the feeling of the silky material of his tiny sleep shorts glided across his smooth buttocks. He trudged towards the bathroom, knowing he had only a few moments to prepare himself before Karla arrived. Being late was not an option, as the consequences only added to his already unbearable existence.

6 AM on the dot, the jangle of keys sounded throughout the room, reminding Ethan of the frustrating lack of control in his life. Shuffling over, Ethan resignedly took his position in the centre of the room just as the door swung open, his massive breasts hanging heavy on his chest and the silky fabric of his pyjama top tickling his sensitive nipples beneath.

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“Good morning!” Karla chirped as she strode into the room, coffee in hand to find Ethan standing to attention. "How did you sleep?"

"Good morning, Karla," Ethan replied with a strained grin, as he fantasized about strangling the life out of the smiling Latino woman. "I slept well, thank you."

"Fantastic!" Karla exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm thrilled to hear that, because today, we start a new activity!"

At her words, Ethan's gut lurched with dread. Every new addition to his routine meant more feminization to his appearance and more work to do on top of his already busy schedule. "A new activity!" he repeated, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he struggled to conceal his irritation.

"Yes indeed!" Karla declared, nodding her head decisively. "But first, let's fuel up and hit the gym. I'll fill you in on the details later."

"Okay," Ethan muttered dejectedly as he turned to get dressed in his figure-hugging attire and towering heels, steeling himself for the gruelling workout ahead.

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Ethan's heart raced as he stepped out of his bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in his signature pyjama-like outfit. The skimpy pink garb, worn around the house when not working out, had been deliberately chosen to act as a constant reminder of his feminized form and his new place in the world. After a short journey, Karla stopped and looked up at Ethan with a knowing smile. She opened a door and stepped aside, gesturing for Ethan to enter.

Tottering into the room, Ethan felt the familiar burn of exhaustion pulsating through every muscle in his depleted body as he surveyed his surroundings. The plainly decorated space, located beyond the second door on the right from his bedroom, had only a few notable features. The back wall was accentuated by a tropical plant that added a touch of lush greenery. While the centrepiece of the room was a table with two shining mirrors and a large top-opening case displayed on its surface.

Karla, ever the confident leader, gestured for Ethan to take a seat. Without a word, he struggled across the room on his weary high-heeled encased feet and plopped down onto the cushioned chair with a satisfying thud. Karla rounded the table with her eyes fixed on the nervous Ethan as she took her seat across from him.

"Don’t look so scared, Ethan!" Karla exclaimed, sensing his unease. "Just pay attention, and this will be a piece of cake!"

"What exactly are we doing here, Karla?" Ethan asked, his curious eyes examining the items on the table.

"Makeup!" Karla declared, getting straight to the point. "Today, I'll show you how to enhance your features to look their best."

Ethan inhaled deeply, briefly considering objecting, yelling out that he was a man and that she was sick for torturing him like this, but he held his tongue.

Karla beamed, seeing no resistance. "Perfect!" she cheered, reaching for the toolbox-like case in the centre of the table and flipping it open to reveal a dazzling array of tubes, powders, and brushes. "Just mirror my moves, ok?" She added, picking up a pot and getting ready to start.

Ethan dipped his hand into the box, his long acrylic nails clicking against the lid as he attempted to grab the duplicate product inside. It was like playing one of those claw games at the arcade, but after a few tries, he finally clutched the pot and removed it from the case. "This is primer," Karla explained with a smirk. "It's like the base for your makeup. You use it to prep your skin before applying the rest of your cosmetics. You could use moisturizer beforehand, but this product has it all built-in."

Ethan scowled at Karla, feeling as though she was mocking him. Ignoring his reaction, Karla dipped her finger into the pot before dabbing a dollop of the creamy liquid on her forehead, cheeks, and chin. "Your turn," she said, starting to rub it in.

Ethan watched Karla's actions with care, trying his best to keep up with her clear and detailed instructions. It was a slow process, with his unfamiliarity with makeup application and his long nails making it challenging. But Karla remained patient, gently correcting him when he made a mistake and starting over. Finally, Ethan sat back, staring at his reflection in amazement as he took in his scarily feminine appearance.

"This powder will set the look," Karla declared, sweeping a brush across her cheeks as Ethan gazed into his mirror in disbelief at the flawlessly blended eyeshadow, expertly lined eyes, and luscious lashes coated in mascara staring back at him.

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Frustrated by Ethan's lack of action, Karla suddenly snapped. "Hey!" she yelled before quickly regaining her composure. "Take your brush, dip it in the powder, and run it along your cheeks. It will set the look and keep it in place all day long," she instructed in a more relaxed tone.

Ethan's sticky, lipstick-covered lips fell open in shock as he slowly looked up, taken aback by Karla's sudden outburst. He wanted to scream no, place his long-nailed hands under the table, and toss it into the air in protest. But looking down to see an eyeful of cleavage overflowing from his silky top, he took a deep breath and calmed himself! With a trembling hand, he picked up the brush, dipped it into the powder, and started moving it across his contoured cheeks, repulsed by the image reflecting back at him.