Kristal's Changed Life

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

First Day Preparations

I stared around the room and saw that it was almost laboratory-like in its appearance and furnishings, of which there were very few. Harsh neon lighting behind glass panels in the ceiling pitilessly illuminated every corner, shining off the glittering steel fittings. A set of three shelves was set at the centre of one wall and its top shelf was the home for bottles of what I took to be soap, shampoo and conditioner for my hair, but I was so very, very wrong! The middle one held bottles of other coloured potions and to my horror I would soon discover their purpose. On the bottom shelf was laid out two pairs of scissors, two tweezers, an electric clipper and a razor, together with a canister of shaving gel. Beneath the shelves was a white cabinet with many drawers in its face and these I would soon fear to see opened.

All of the other walls save one were bare of decoration other than electrical outlets and a set of coat hooks, but each also had sets of rings inset, both high and low, complete with shiny dangling chains attached! The last wall was fully covered by a floor to ceiling mirror

To the left of centre of the room was a large, thick-walled acrylic tube, perhaps a metre in diameter, that reached from floor to ceiling, but what immediately drew my eyes to it was the long chain that dangled inside in its centre! A wide, water tight door was set into one side, with three, diameter ports set in three equidistant rows round the balance of the circumference of the tube. The top row was higher than my head, the next was at my waist level and the bottom one was at the height of my ankles, while around the tube’s top, three large, swivelling shower heads were mounted.

The article that really drew my eyes though was the skeletal, dental-type chair squatting on the floor to the right of the large, clear tube. Its very appearance was frightening, for it was endowed with a host of wide, thick, lockable rubber straps that dangled like an octopus’ tentacles, waiting to ensnare whoever occupied its seat ... and I knew without a doubt that it would be me. Frau Baxter allowed me little time to inspect the room and appliances, drawing me to the side of the cylinder. She opened the door, then reached inside and drew out the end of the dangling chain.

“Hold still, Kristal!” she commanded, jerking harshly on my leash when I attempted to quail away from her and the cylinder.

What could I do but to obey her command? She quickly brought the end of the cylinder’s chain to the back of my neck and with a lock drawn from one of the almost invisible pockets of her skirt, fastened it to the ring there and only then did she free me of the temporary leash and step back. It was a thing I’d eventually become accustomed to ... never being free of a leash of some type.

“Into the bathing cylinder, my girl!” she commanded brusquely. Following her directive, two seconds later I stood on the rubber-grated flooring. She knelt, then reached inside to between my feet and clipped the central ring of my hobbling chain to a ring embedded in the flooring and stood to face me again. “Hold out your hands!” When I did, she slipped an opened lock through the central link of the chain that joined my wrist cuffs. “Now, raise and hold them high over your head!”

I had little choice and so did as she directed. Quick as a striking viper, she reached inside once more and closed the lock’s shackle through one of the links of the overhead chain, so that I was now forced to stand there before her, fully revealed. I blushed and twisted with embarrassment, a pink flush covering my face to be seen like this. Frau Baxter closed and locked the water-tight door and I saw that the inner surface of the tube was extremely slick, with no handholds provided, but I could not have reached to any even if they had been present and too, there was no interior handle on the door! I stared helplessly at her through the thick plastic, wondering how I was supposed to wash myself, while she strutted to a wall panel and pressed a button. A low hum interrupted my chaotic thoughts, then slowly, the loop of the leash that had been attached to the back of my collar grew smaller and smaller. I stared at her with terror-widened eyes while it disappeared from my view and swung around my trembling body when it continued to shorten; being drawn up through a hole at the centre top of the cylinder, tightening until I was being choked by the collar. I was soon on tip toes while it continued to tighten and began to wail and howl from the sensation of the collar seeming to grow even tighter about my throat. The tension was relentless though and a moment later I was drawn completely off the floor, until the one between my ankles snapped tight, so that I was stretched vertically! I jerked my arms against their overhead fastening to the suspending chain, attempting to free myself and at the same time screaming as best I could to be let down before I strangled. Through slowly dimming vision and the distortion of the cylinder’s wall I saw Frau Baxter staring intently at me, completely suspended. I continued screaming incoherently, jerking my arms madly and kicking my chained feet against their too short chain to somehow escape my dangling suspension, but I could do nothing, fastened as I was! She relented a little and returned to the wall panel and the hoist dropped me until I could dance on the balls of my feet and my toes, but not stand flat footed, then returned to stand before me. I gasped with terror at what she had just done as a further demonstration of her power, dancing what little I could at the end of my leash, waiting for her to reveal her next horror. She did not allow me to wonder for very long.

“You will now be washed most thoroughly, my girl. Keep your eyes closed, for the soaps and chemicals to be applied are quite strong.”

With a flick of her hand, she activated the shower heads and I was instantly deluged with a blast of cold water droplets that stung my flesh like a thousand mosquitoes! I could not stop the scream of shock that tore from my throat when this was done, pulling desperately with my arms in a fruitless attempt to free them from their overhead fastening, suspending myself while kicking my feet against the hobble chain. Frau Baxter walked sedately from her position, over to the cabinet, then opened a drawer and took out a pair of long rubber gloves, slipping them on quickly. Next, she took two jars of a bluish gel from the top shelf of the set of three shelves and loaded their contents into what appeared to be some sort of sponge stick, while I continued to dance and howl within the cylinder, begging her to stop the frigid cascade. She paid my wailing cries no attention at all, but took a small stool, stood upon it and opened one of the upper ports then began dousing my head liberally with the green concoction.

“Close your eyes, Kristal, and keep them shut tight!”

“Oh, please, Frau Baxter! Please!” I howled, shivering violently in the unending spray of cold water.

“Do as I say!” she ordered sternly.

My head was fully soaped, then she moved to my face and covered it also. I heard the port close and one at my front was opened a second later.

“Hold still while I wash you.”

I could do nothing to prevent her complete access to my body and felt the washing stick slip into my arm pits and then forcefully prod at and cover my goose bumped breasts with the stinging green soap. My straining, hardened n*****s got special attention and I howled in pain while the soapy substance seemed to enter into them! At least I thought that is what the gel was, but it was much more than mere soap as I was to shortly discover.

“Turn!”

She covered my back and buttocks with the stuff, then had me turn again where she made sure that my delta was fully engulfed in the stinging suds.

“Spread your legs as much as you can, Kristal!”

When I did, even though only a minimal amount, she forced some of the green solution up into my body and I danced madly, screaming anew from the fiery touch of the disinfectant and other chemicals in the vile stuff. No matter how I writhed, it seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper into my core! A moment later, that port closed and another at foot level was opened, then she washed my legs and feet. Finally, it also was closed and, I suppose two endless minutes later, the cold water stopped. I continued to stand on tip toe for the next 15 minutes, weeping quietly, and then was enveloped in a blessed spray of warm water that continued to cascade over me for many minutes, at last bringing my shivering under control. The flow stopped and again I heard the upper port opened.

“Keep your eyes closed, and keep them that way until I tell you to open them, girl!”

I obeyed, then felt her gloved fingers massaging other slippery stuff onto my skull and all over my face. It had an astringent, pine smell, but didn’t sting, thank God. A moment later a mid-level port was opened and her fingers and hands moved over my body once more, slathering a thick layer of this new solution all over me, paying particular attention to my crotch area and the crease between my buttocks, working it into my skin, then leaving a thick coat. My legs received a similar treatment and soon I had been abandoned once again inside my clear plastic prison. Outside, Frau Baxter smiled happily.

“Keep your eyes closed, girl! Remember!” she left the room secure in the knowledge that I’d not escape.

What seemed eons later, another flood of warm water jetted from the shower heads and continued for many minutes, and strangely, my head felt every drop towards the end. When the water stopped, a current of warmed air flowed into the cylinder and at last the chain slackened to allow me to stand flat-footed, still with my eyes firmly closed.

“Excellent!” Frau Baxter enthused, “You may open your eyes now, girl, then you are to turn away from the door and look in the mirror.”

I turned, at the same time, gingerly opening my eyes and what met my gaze, even distorted by the wall of the cylinder was awful!

I was utterly without hair! Oh my God!!

I screamed then, again fighting my chains frantically, but the deed had been done and there was no getting it back. All of my thick, long golden hair had disappeared ... even my eye brows and eye lashes! As well, all of the fine hair that had covered my arms and legs, my thatch of pubic hair and the stubble in my arm pits was just ... gone! A bout of wild weeping shuddered through me while I stood helplessly in the cylinder, held on my leash and with my arms fastened securely above my head.

“This is but the very first step of your preparation for your new costume, Kristal. Now, do as I instruct when you are released from the cylinder.”

There was nothing to be done and so I didn’t fight when she slackened the chain and released my hobble from the floor ring, then re-locked her leash to my collar.

“Come out now and follow me to your bedroom, girl.”

Still sobbing at the loss of my hair, I struggled along in front of her; her hand clasped firmly around my leash close to the back of my collar, almost lifting me from the floor, and was returned to my bed to find that a voluminous, grey rubber cape lay spread upon it. The material was unusual to me, for I’d never experienced wearing it before, other than as foul weather boots, but I would soon come to know the sensations of rubber far more than I ever wanted to! Frau Baxter reached down and picked it up, then with a practised throw, settled the thick covering around my shoulders and fastened the snap at the base of my throat. The weight of the cape was surprising, but it flowed with a soft slithering sound that was at once interesting and disconcerting. Other snaps were closed along its front down to below my knees, then she took the high-heeled pumps that had been hidden on the bed under it and made me slip my feet into them, buckling their ankle straps tightly so that I could not kick them off. When she did, I became far more conscious of the steel bands around my ankles.

“Very good, Kristal! I shall release your wrist chain then you will slip your hands through the arm slits of the cape and hold them close together in front.”

When I did, she produced a long steel bar and two locks then immediately joined one end of the shaft to my right cuff!

“Nnnooo! Please! No-no-nnnoooo!” I wailed in a frenzy of sobs, flailing my still-free left hand widely away from her, knowing instinctively what was coming.

“Do as you are told, Kristal!” she snarled. “Put your hand down and hold still or you will be very sorry!”

Sobbing miserably, I did and she instantly connected the other end of the separator bar to my left wrist cuff, so that my hands were held some apart and no matter what I tried, that distance could never be lessened!

“Now, it is time for us to have our breakfast. Come along with me, my girl, and be careful of your footing.”

I walked delicately along beside her, my back-of-the-neck fastened leash leading to her hand. At the door she employed her plastic card key to open it for us to pass through. Once we had done so, it swung closed, then the outer door was opened and I walked along in front of her, blushing already at what my father would think about the sight that would greet him when I appeared.