Sonya started work in our mostly male shop. She had a ‘hard’ look, almost mannish, and never seemed to put much effort into her appearance. Frankly, at times she could look rough. She smoked Marlboros and had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ persona. So, nobody felt sorry for her or thought, ‘poor girl, she must have had a hard life!’

So, being a bunch of horny immature guys, any girl who entered our arena was immediately judged as ‘doable’ or ‘not doable.’ Pretty much all of us were put off by her lack of effort in appearance and persona.

But one of the guys, Barney, was a sad sack. He had some challenges and didn’t have a lot going for him. So, the group, with me being a part of the idea, decided that this was the girl for Barney! Indeed there was someone for him. Maybe it might be someone like her.

So, sentimental saps that we all were, we tried everything in our power to help this along over several months. In the end, it didn’t take. She wasn’t interested in Barney, despite her limitations. We tried, and I was a part of that, with all of us believing she might be a suitable match for Barney.

Well, months later, with the “match with Barney” project seemingly long forgotten (by NEARLY everyone), things started to change.

She started putting some effort into her appearance, softened her persona, and became friendly, even flirtatious.

Well, this took me totally by surprise. I had already pigeonholed her in my mind. So, I needed clarification. Hmm. Maybe? I was skeptical, but, hey, I didn’t have a girlfriend, she was starting to act interested, and perhaps she was ok after all?

So, she kept working on me, and my perspective evolved. It wasn’t long before I was snagged on her hook.

Well, she asked me out to dinner. We had a great dinner, and she said, “You know, I heard you say that your roommate is out tonight. How about we shift over to your place?”

I was starting to like where things were headed! “Uh, yeah, I guess that would be OK,” I said, trying to remain calm, despite what it looked like was going to happen.

Well, we got to my place and had a couple more drinks. Then, she pulled out five scarves. I had yet to learn what for. But she had a plan, all right!

So, she said, “Follow me to the bathroom.”

As I am about to get lucky, I am in an agreeable state of mind.

“Ok. I have something special planned for you, but I need you to strip first,” she orders.

It started getting real. I wasn’t very experienced, OK, I was still a virgin. I was, I thought, probably on the small side down there and just recently had finally achieved a proper bush. So, while I was excited, I was all kinds of worried about her opinion and reaction to how my “business” looked to her. But, knowing I had to start somewhere, I sheepishly complied.

She could sense my nervousness. “There, that’s not so bad. I like what I see!”

Ok, maybe this will be alright, or so I thought!

Then she grabbed the five scarves. Ok, let’s see what the scarves are for! She said, “This will be an enjoyable night, and these scarves are the first step. Trust me!”

One scarf was tied to my right ankle, the other to a bathroom drawer. Then my left ankle was tied across the room to another handle. Then she found things to do the same with my wrists. So, next thing you know, I am standing there, stark naked, restrained, spread eagle in my bathroom. Not exactly what I expected!

But there was one scarf left. “Now, this one is your blindfold, so you can’t see the special surprise I have in store for you! You’re gonna like it!”

So I am now blindfolded and restrained. I feel her hand grasping my package, covered in lotion. I feel her rubbing the cream all over my balls, my penis, and all around. “Do you like it? Does it feel good?” She asks.

“Oh, yeah!” I moan. “It…it…feels great! I love the way you are rubbing lotion on me down there! It feels so good!”

“Good! Glad you like it!” She said. Then she stopped the rubbing, and I could hear the water running like she was washing her hands.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked frantically.

“Oh, I need to give the lotion a few minutes to do its thing,” she replied.

It was then that I recognized the distinctive odor of the lotion!

She whispered in my ear, “This is a special kind of lotion. Mostly women use it, but I am using it on you. It will make your hair follicles open up and release each hair all over your pubic area. Right now, all of your pubic hair is coming off. One by one, each hair is letting go! In a few minutes, I will be able to wipe you clean with a washcloth, and it will all be gone. In just a few minutes, your dick, your balls, and your whole pubic area will be hairless and bald, thanks to me!”

She snickered with joy and pride.

Sure enough, in a few minutes, I could feel a cold washcloth wiping me down and exposed to the air like I hadn’t since before puberty. She was right. It was happening.

Once she got me completely wiped off and satisfied with her work, I heard a frightening, familiar sound. She was taking pictures! Pictures of my naked, formerly ‘private’ area that was likely going public and was in a state of baldness by her doing. Then I heard the freezer door rustling through the ice tray. The next thing I knew, she ran an ice cube along my balls, icing them down. She took some passes at my shaft, too.

“Tighten up, little guys,” she said. “I want a good picture with you all very small! As soon as I saw you naked, I could tell how little your dick is and how small the things you call balls are! But, when I took your hair off…oh my gosh! You can see how tiny your stuff is! You have a little baby penis! And your little baby balls are nothing more than a couple of grapes in your little baby sac!”

She laughed unmercifully.

Once she had everything iced to her satisfaction, she took some ‘complete shrinkage’ pictures for extra embarrassment.

“You know you have a little baby dick, don’t you?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I reluctantly replied.

“No good! I want a full sentence and throw in something about being hairless, too!” she ordered.

“OK. I have a small hairless penis! It’s a proper baby dick. A tiny little boy clit,” I replied.

“Good! And your balls?” Ordering further.

“I also have little hairless little balls, too! They’re so small, I’m probably infertile.”

Hoping that was sufficient since I was still blindfolded and tied up.

“Yep! That will work! I now have pictures of your little man-clit, fully shrunken and hairless. I have some close-ups and some that clearly show who those little things belong to. And I have video and audio of your confession to your ‘shortcomings.’ I have everything I need!”

“So,” she concluded. “The next time you think I might be interested in you or that I am a suitable match for someone like Barney, these pictures, audio, and video are coming out! Got it?”

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Yes, what?” She corrects.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“That’s more like it! I expect you will be on your best behavior!” She removed my blindfold, leaving me fully restrained otherwise, giving me the pinkie wiggle symbol, mocking my little dick, and said, “See ya, dinky dick! You fucking loser.”

She was then gone.

That is not exactly the happy ending I saw coming!

 

The End.

 

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