Star-crossed double-cross 06

Chapter 06 – Stepping it up

Panting, Lucian glared over at Mariana and wondered how much more he could take. “Why are you stopping?” she boomed out in Spanish. “Again, and this time sway your hips more.”

Ever since the fateful meeting with Raul, Mariana had changed from tough trainer to army drill sergeant. The length of the gym sessions had been doubled. The intensity of the exercises had been increased. And to make things even worse, the small amount of low-calorie food he had been receiving had been reduced to nothing more than a few mouthfuls. As a result, Lucian was now in a continual state of anguish. His body ached from head to toe as his mind thought about nothing else but quitting as he was forced to twist, turn, stretch, and pirouette all day long.

Feeling his legs shake atop his high-heeled feet, Lucian gave Mariana his best puppy dog eyed look and frowned. “Senoria Lopez, Can we please take five minutes,” he said in perfect Spanish. “We’ve been doing this for hours. I can’t even feel my toes anymore!”

After a moment’s thought, Mariana gave him a nod. “Ok,” she replied. “Come over here and rest for a second. You’ve made some really good progress lately, Lucita. I’m very proud of you, you know.”

Lucian couldn’t help but smile as he heard Mariana praise his efforts. He didn’t know why it made him feel so good. Perhaps it was due to the weeks of isolation with only her for company. Or the fact, she was very sparing with her words of encouragement. Either way, Lucian suddenly felt a surge of energy in his tired body as he clicked over to join her.

“I’ve been doing well, then?” Lucian chirped as he sat down. “Does that mean we’re near the end of the training?”

Turning her head to face him, Mariana curled her lip and closed one eye slightly. “Do you feel ready?” She probed, giving him a quizzical look.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Lucian shot back excitedly, finally seeing an end to his torment. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I’ve put up with all the salon sessions. I’m thinner now than perhaps I’ve ever been. The dance routines you showed me are so ingrained in my brain I even think about them in my sleep. Not to mention being able to do then in the higher and higher heels you keep giving me. I’m ready, Seniorita Lopez.” He added, again in perfect Spanish.

“You are a quick learner. I’ll give you that. “Mariana answered before pausing to think. “Ok, I was going to wait another week, but if you think you are ready, we’ll move on to the next step.”

“The next step?” Lucian moaned loudly, “How many more steps are there?”

“If you keep working as hard as you are. Not many more now, little Lucita.” Mariana replied with a warm smile.

Running his hand along the side of his head, feeling his glistening wet blond hair tied up tightly in a bun atop his head, Lucian quietly groaned. Scanning down his slim toned body encased in a bright pink leotard and ball-crushingly tight pair of leggings, he shook his head gently, marvelling at how different his body now looked. He was well on his way to having what Mariana called a dancer’s body. A toned twig-thin frame covered in a slender layer of muscle.

“So, are you ready for the next step or not?” Mariana asked, breaking his chain of thought.

Pushing his thighs together into what was a very effeminate position, Lucian balanced his right foot on the tip of his chunky four-inch heeled pump. “Yes, I’m ready,” he announced, looking over. Not really looking forward to what was about to happen, but knowing if he wanted to ever get back to normality and save his mother, jumping through a few more of Mariana’s hoops was the only way.

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“Why do they have to be so big?” Lucian complained as he stared in horror at his chest through one of the salon mirrors.

Having already exhausted his line of questions over why he had to have the two jellowy mounds, currently attached to his chest, glued on in the first place, Lucian was now grasping at straws.

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“They are the size they need to be,” Mariana answered calmly. “Tomorrow, we’ll see how you dance. Having breasts will take a little getting used to. Your whole centre of gravity will change, and you’ll need to adjust the way to stand and move to compensate for that.”

Biting down gently on his ever-expanding bottom lip, thanks to the lip-plumping gloss he was instinctively applying throughout the day at this point, Lucian felt nervous. Everything before that point, he could rationalise in his mind as being unusual but acceptable. Men danced. Men shaved their bodies and tanned. Men even had long blonde hair. But what men definitely didn’t have was breasts!

“Ok, Lucita. Go and get dressed, “Mariana announced. “There is a new outfit waiting for you over on that chair. Be gentle with the top. The glue around the edges may still need a little time to fully dry.”

Lucian didn’t hear a word as he continued to stare at his effeminate tanned body. Acutely aware of the new sensation of gravity pulling down on his expanded chest, causing him to tilt his shoulders back a little further than usual, in an attempt to find a somewhat comfortable position. Could he really do this? Live with these monster boobs stuck to his body? All his thoughts were leading him to the same answer. An emphatic no! But then again, he had already come so far. He was close to the end; Mariana had said so. He couldn’t just quit now, could he? As his breathing quickened, Lucian felt more lost than ever. Mesmerised, he glared once again at the scarily realistic looking spheres of silicon attached to his chest as they moved up and down to match the rhythm of his breaths. It felt as though a line was about to be crossed. Taking him down a path he didn't want to travel to a place he knew would be very difficult to return from.