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The Transformation of Sofia Ch. 01

By: Dreadlocks



Hi, new to the site but not new to writing. I hope you enjoy the first installment of this multi-part piece.

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Something is Different

It wasn't that Sofia couldn't remember anything about the day, she could, she just couldn't place every moment, and how things transpired. She knew she left her office job at the usual time, but didn't actually remember being at work, at all. She knew she drove home the usual way, but then she didn't remember where she left her car, because it wasn't outside the apartment. She had lost a significant part of the day, and there was no explanation for it.

Sofia was a lovely girl by anyone's estimation. She was beautiful to look at with long blonde locks that wrapped around her waist, a fantastic figure that most men just ogled over, and she was reasonably bright. Her 4.0 GPA was what got her the job at the law firm where she slaved as a paralegal, for one of the most evil men on the planet, Mr. Graves. He was a high power attorney and a partner in the firm. Sofia knew that if she could work for him, and succeed, it would be a real feather in her cap.

Outside of work she was a real social butterfly, with lots of friends, and a lot of admirers, some appreciated and others not so welcome. She loved to go clubbing, and dancing, but was always the first one to leave, never wanted to get too drunk or make a fool of herself as so many of friends had. She was quite athletic as well, with a great many activities she enjoyed. She loved to run, and swim and she enjoyed skiing and ice skating in the winter. Seattle was only a short distance away from some of the best skiing in the world and she prided herself in her abilities on the slopes.

Sofia grew up in a very wealthy family, but had quickly tired of the family business early on. Things were not always on the up and up there, and she thought she might get entangled in that web. She left home at the early age of seventeen, not letting anyone in her family know she was leaving. She managed to hop a plane with what money she took from the safe and passport in hand, she fled to America the land of opportunity. No one in Milan knew where she had gone, and after a while she read that they assumed she had been kidnapped, or worse murdered. With the business her family was in it would not have been unusual for someone to disappear. Her cousin had been murdered the year before, his body washed up on the shores of the Aegean. It had been five years and she presumed that all ties had been cut, and she was safe from that situation.

Today remained a mystery though, Sofia was in a haze and not feeling all that well. She had to figure out where her car was, that was priority number one. She could get along knowing that something happened to mess her up, but without her car she would be unable to get anywhere, including to work. She grabbed her keys off the counter, and headed out to find it. Sofia walked around several blocks close to her apartment but to no avail, the car was not there. She wondered if it had been stolen, or even taken from her, like a car jacking or something. Maybe that is what happened, and maybe that is why she in such a state. Sofia walked back to her apartment dejected, having lost her freedom, her mobility. Upon arriving at home, she called the police and reported the car stolen. She would have to rely on public transportation to get to work until this could be resolved. 

"God damn it!" she was almost in tears "what the hell happened today?" she slouched back on the sofa in her living room and sulked. "A shower" perhaps a shower would help her return from this delirium she found herself in. She moved back into her bedroom, threw her work clothes on the bed and padded naked into the bathroom. She immediately started to feel better as soon as the warm cascading jet from the shower head sprayed across her body. She put her head under, allowing the water to run through her hair, drooling off the tips. She closed her eyes and absorbed the warmth and refreshing drumming of the water on her skin. Without even realizing what she was doing Sofia laid down in the tub. The water cascading down on her was now pelting her body, and in particular her sex. She felt the sting of the drops as they fell from what seemed so far above. Every few seconds a drop would hit directly on her clitoris and she would spasm with pleasure as it did. Suddenly her hand was parting her folds and rubbing her button vigorously. She felt dirty, but at the same time something was driving her to do this, some deeper force. Between the water droplets striking her and the furious manipulations with her hand, Sofia came hard and long, moaning so loudly that her conscious self was worried that the neighbors may hear her throws of ecstasy. She wanted to get up and turn off the shower but her hand was still working between her legs almost without prompting from her brain. "What the hell is going...on" she felt on the verge of another monster orgasm as her hips bucked upwards lifting her tight buttocks off the floor of the tub. Her hand was a blur as it crazily vibrated her clit to the most incredible orgasm of her life. Finally Sofia collapsed in a writhing heap on the floor of the tub, the shower still flowing down onto her exhausted body.

"What the hell was that!?" Sofia verbally asked herself as she reached up wearily to shut off the water. Slowly pulling her luscious frame out of the tub, she practically rolled onto the floor next to the toilet. "My God." She whispered "that was intense." As she lay there facing the toilet her eyes were drawn to a spot of dirt on the side of the bowl. Without thinking as she was rising she stuck out her tongue and licked away the dirt that clung to the white porcelain. "What the fuck!!" she yelled and immediately began spitting into the sink, grabbing her toothbrush. She madly brushed, trying to get whatever that goo was out of her mouth. "ohhh, yuck!" she spit and something green and brown slid out with the toothpaste. She ran into her bedroom still soaking wet and collapsed on the bed weeping.

Something was changing inside Sofia, something very different was making her the way she was today. Certainly she had masturbated before, but never like that, never so wantonly. And the toilet thing, what the hell was that all about. Where the hell was her car? Why was all this happening to her. All these thoughts tormented her as she drifted off to sleep, naked and damp on her bedspread. Her dreams were tortured and nightmarish and so vivid, almost real. She found herself naked and on all fours, it was raining, but not a cold rain. She crawled on the grassy ground, her vision limited to what was directly in front of her. She crawled, but it didn't feel like crawling, more like walking. The ground beneath her became softer and muddier, until she was in deep mud that touched her belly. Suddenly she was rolling in it, covering her body in the soft smelly mud. She was enjoying this, and yet she was horrified that she was. 

Sofia awakened with a start and yet she was not in her bed. Her eyes were cloudy still but all of a sudden she knew exactly where she was. She was on all fours in the back yard of the apartment building and she was naked! How the hell did she get down here? "I must be losing my mind" she whispered. Quickly she scurried around the side of the building and into the lobby. "It's still dark, maybe no one has seen me" she thought as she dashed for the stairs, not wanting the uncertainty of the elevator. Four flights up she reached her level and after looking through the small window, she exited the stairwell and slithered down the hallway to her door. "Fuck!!" she was locked out. She tried the door four or five times not believing her predicament. Her door must have closed when she left and now she was naked in the hallway. Not only was she naked, but she was filthy she now realized. She was covered in dirt and mud, she must have been rolling on the ground out there. What was she going to do now? She slid down the wall with her face in her hands, until her tight little buttocks hit the tiled floor with a splat. 

"Well, I can't just sit here!" she rationalized after a few minutes of self absorbed pity. Her mind started working, maybe for the first time in a while she jested in her head. She slipped back down the stairs to the basement and looked through the empty storage compartments for anything she could cover herself with. The only thing she found there was an empty garbage can bag. "Well" she mused "beggars cant be choosers" and she almost laughed. She ripped a holed in the top of the bag and two in the corners and made a makeshift poncho. At least she wasn't completely naked now. She kept searching and wondered what time it was. Would it be morning soon, would this horrible nightmare ever end. Sofia made her way to the laundry, but there was nothing there save for an old ratty towel hanging over the side of the stationary tubs. "Hey at least I can clean up" she said as she shed the garbage bag and climbed into one of the tubs. The pipes shook as she turned on the water which was ice cold to start but quickly warmed to being almost too hot. Quickly she ran her hands over her skin removing the mud and filth that clung to her body. She got out of the tub and used the old towel to dry herself. It was badly mildewed and left a stale odor on her skin as she dried. Just as she reached down to grab the garbage bag she saw a pair of boots in front of her. She stood up with a start and there was Mr. Gabon, the super.

"Miss Fazio??" exclaimed Mr. Gabon. Sofia stood in shock, making no effort to hide her nakedness from the ogling superintendent. All of a sudden she realized this and quickly grabbed the bag and held it over her front.

"Oh Mr Gabon, I am so sorry!" but secretly she was aroused by the notion of this older man, probably pushing seventy, getting such an ample view of her luscious body. "I locked myself out of my apartment...naked." she blushed.

"Oh Miss Fazio, let me help you." He removed his shirt and wrapped it around her naked shivering body. "Why were out of your apartment with nothing on Sofia?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"I think I was sleep walking." She saw no reason to lie about it, that's what it was.

"So why were you washing yourself in the tubs?" more playfully. "Did you get dirty?"

"Oh... Mr. Gabon," she hesitated not sure if she wanted to share this part of the ordeal." I was outside on the ground when I woke up."

"Oh my goodness, you poor girl!" he consoled "I hope no one saw you."

"Only you Mr Gabon, only you." With his arm around her he escorted her into the elevator and up to her apartment where he unlocked her door with his master key.

"Oh your shirt." Without thinking Sofia slipped off the shirt Mr. Gabon had so graciously lent her and handed it back to him. She stood naked before him once again and it took a few moments before the old man's eyes averted and then down to her feet.

"Please Ms Fazio." He was almost in tears. "I'm an old man, but may I hold you." 

Sofia felt something inside her drive her forward and wrap her arms around the man as his did the same to her, his hands coming to rest on her waist. Slowly they migrated to her buttocks. After a few moments, Sofia reached for his right hand and guided it up under her breast so he cupped it in his hand. Unconsciously she reached for his other hand and placed it on her mound, his fingers entwined in her hair. Just as his middle finger began to caress her folds she shot back. "Oh my God!" Once again her body had betrayed her as it afforded this old but pleasant man, a glimpse into her depraved little nightmare. "I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me." Sofia was insane with her actions, what was she thinking.

"Oh Ms Fazio, you are the most beautiful creature these eyes have ever seen, and you have given me such a gift. I never thought I would ever be able to touch a woman so lovely as you, and so intimately. Thank you Sofia, you are a goddess." And with that the old gentleman turned and made his way back to the elevator and his world.

Mr. Gabon's words haunted Sofia as she rested still naked on her sofa. "Goddess" she thought and chuckled inwardly. She had always underestimated her beauty. Was it so awful that she had given this man such a thrill. Even in her right mind it didn't seem so terrible a thing, almost charitable. She suddenly smelled the awful stench of the mildew towel she had dried her self with and quickly made her way back to her bathroom to shower once again. She guarded herself from touching anything "down there" to avoid any further incident tonight. 

It was already five am and she would normally be getting up for work, but she felt so drained, so out of it. She thought about calling in sick, but knew that she had several depositions to complete for Mr. Graves. This and she would have to take the bus to work, something she had never done, and wasn't even sure how to do. Having already showered, she began her day. She sat naked on her vanity bench applying her normally conservative makeup after having brushed out her hair and tying it back into a large blonde ponytail. Today, her makeup was little more garish for some reason but she hadn't noticed. Her face was a little paler with cover, and her eyes darker and more seductive. As she applied her lipstick it was a bolder tone than she usually wore, a blood red crimson color that stood out vividly from her pale skin. As she dressed she put on her panties and bra and not the conservative white that she always wore, but black lace that she reserved for special dates with her gentleman friends. Sofia was quite unconscious as she slipped the pleated mid thigh skirt over her naked legs, completely forgetting her hose. The white blouse she slipped on was lovely, but her black bra was quite visible underneath in the right light, she didn't seem to notice. Something didn't seem right as she slipped her heels on over her bare feet, but it quickly slipped by as she headed to the kitchen to finish her third cup of coffee. It was eight am and she had to get moving here, she ran to the door grabbing her keys on the way, and slipping on her gray blazer. She checked herself in the mirror quickly and realized how slutty she looked. 

"Holy shit!" she suddenly realized that she had made herself up like she was going clubbing, not for work. She though about starting over but it was too late and she dashed out the door and down the elevator and started looking for the nearest bus stop. Two blocks down she saw the metro sign on the corner and stood with the rest of the people there. Most were pretty normal folks, but there was a young man that was probably eighteen or nineteen that kept eyeing her as she stood, her naked legs so exposed in her short skirt. "Downtown" the sign on the front of the bus said and people began to file onto the bus. She noticed all of them used coins so she began fishing through her handbag for some, but only was able to find $1.25 and the fare was $1.50. "I'm sorry but I can only find $1.25 can you break a dollar?"

"Exact change!" barked the driver as he pointed to the sign on the meter. A hand reached around her and put another quarter in her hand and quickly deposited the money into the meter. She turned around to see the young man, smirking at her.

"Thank you." Sofia smiled and nodded to the young man.

She made her way to the back of the bus as there were no other seats available and sat in an empty seat just in front of the rear bench.

"Slide over." The young man was there urging her to move to the window so he could sit next to her. He did lend her the money to ride so she felt obliged to comply. "You don't ride the bus much do you?" he said looking at her legs as she tried to pull down her skirt as much as it would allow.

"My car was stolen, so no." Sofia was blunt but not rude.

"So...what do I get for a quarter." Sofia's eyes bugged out of her head as the question slammed into her brain. 

"What?" She was trying to look shocked, but it came across as meek. Without thinking Sofia opened her legs slightly and let go of the hem of her skirt, which allowed it spring up higher than it normally would ride. Inside she was screaming, but some other force was at work here. The guy let his right hand rest on her thigh just above her knee and she let out an almost imperceptible sigh. 

"Your skin is so soft babe, you must shave your legs all the time." He let his hand ride slowly up until it was just under her skirt. Sofia spread her legs even more encouraging the young man to explore further. The invitation was made and he did not hesitate. As the hand moved quickly to the crotch of her panties he discovered they were wet with her juices. He rubbed the thin fabric that concealed her sex and then boldly slipped his fingers into her hair and directly to her clit. "Your legs are so smooth, but you have a hairy cunt." He pulled his hands away and laid them back in his lap, confident he had extracted his 25 cents worth of payment. He then brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled her scent, wrinkling his nose as if she smelled bad.

"Sorry" Sofia whispered almost unheard, but he heard it. Why the hell was she apologizing. This guy just took complete advantage of her, and she was apologizing for having a full bush and a smelly cunt. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped. As the bus came to a stop the man got up and started to move to leave, but at the last moment turned to look over his shoulder.

"Slut!" She was shocked at the volume of his word, everyone on the bus heard it, and turned to look at her as she sat blushing and shocked. She looked out the window as if she could just ignore the cold stares she was getting but then looked back into the faces now glaring at her. She knew what they thought of her, and they were right. She was a slut. Eventually the faces turned away and the ride continued to downtown and her job.

The Transformation of Sofia Ch. 02



Sofia finally arrived at work after an arduous ride on the bus downtown. It was a short walk from the bus stop to the law office where she worked. She tried and tried to get the image of the young man on the bus out of her head. The way he handled her and insulted her as he left, was still weighing heavily upon her. She caught a glimpse of herself as she walked by the tall ceiling to floor mirrors in the lobby.

"God, I look like a tart." She whispered as she waited for the elevator to take her to the tenth floor, and Mr. Graves' office. She couldn't understand what had overcome her, dressing the way she did today. There was nothing to be done about it now, she would just have to ride it out, and hope that no one really noticed.

"Ms. Fazio!" Mr. Graves had the reputation of a bulldog in the office and in the courtroom. He was tall and heavyset and carried himself like a Mack truck when he moved around. A stack of files were slammed down on Sofia's desk as Mr. Graves stood towering over her. "These depositions have to be proofed, retyped and on my desk by eight o'clock tomorrow morning. If that means you have to stay here all night to complete them, so be it!" Sofia held her breath as he stood not inches from her, waiting for him to leave, but he didn't. "What are you wearing Ms. Fazio?"

Not knowing how to respond. "Ummm...clothes." She replied meekly, practically whispering. 

"I'll have you know that this is a respectable law firm and I expect my employees to dress accordingly." Mr. Graves swung around to face her over the top of her desk. "However much I personally like the look," he chuckled "It's just not appropriate." He stomped back to his office, leaving Sofia cowering in her chair.

"Holy shit!" she said under her breath. "at least he likes the way I look." She went about her job, proof reading the depositions for tomorrow's court appearances. Her job was pretty hum drum for the most part, except for the days she was allowed to accompany her boss into the courtroom. Today was no different, file after file was proofed and corrected until there was a stack of them to be retyped. Some of the more senior paralegals had secretaries to do their typing. Sofia would need to do all of this on her own.

The day went on and the pile of files got smaller and smaller. Frequent trips to the copier to collect the finished work found more and more people staring at her and making comments to each other under their breath. She knew how revealing her clothing was, but she didn't realize it would cause this much of a stir. As five o'clock came and went,she still had one more file to complete. People were filing out of the office around her desk and making their way home. As she was typing, she noticed a small red dot flashing in the corner of the screen that she had never seen before.

"Sofia? Are you asleep?" A soft female voice chimed from over her shoulder. Sofia jumped as if startled and stood straight up in her chair.

"No Ms. Campbell." Sofia started. "I just phased out for a minute." Ms. Campbell was the office manager, and although Sofia and Ms. Campbell were on the same level in pay grade, reality was much different. Ms. Campbell had been with the firm for nearly two decades, and garnered a lot of respect in the firm. 

"Sofia...you have been staring at that computer screen for nearly a half hour, I've been watching." She crossed her arms in front of her angrily and then tapped on the desk. "What do you think your wearing today anyway?" She chided "This isn't high school you know Sofia, you can't just wear anything your little heart desires." She walked back to the door to leave the office "I've got my eye on you Ms. Fazio."

"Fuck!" Sofia was so pissed at herself. Why did she do this, and what was with the lost time again. She quickly finished her work and made her way to the garage level of the building. "What the hell am I thinking." She said, with a disgusted tone in her voice. She didn't have a car, at least not anymore. As she turned to walk back up to the street she was shocked. There, right where she had parked it the day before was her car. She ran over to it and checked to make sure her key fit, and it did. Sofia dropped into the driver's seat and wrapped her arms around the steering wheel. "Oh, baby, what the fuck is going on." She sat and wept for a moment, half in fear and half in gladness that she had her car back.

The entire ride home was a blur. How the hell did she get home yesterday. What was with all the strange things happening to her. The masturbation in the shower, the dream,the reality of finding herself naked outside, and then the strange encounter with Mr. Gabon. As she drove closer to her apartment, things began to get fuzzy and by the time she pulled into the parking lot, she could barely think. "Okay, I just need to make it to my apartment." But the ground was tipping from side to side as she approached the door. The elevator was right there, she pushed the button and everything went black.

It was cold, her skin was wet and she was naked again. The familiar feel of grass under her, as she crawled forward without purpose. Suddenly she felt extremely aroused, and rolled onto her back, her fingers finding her pussy wet and wanton. She masturbated as the rain beaded off her skin and rolled into the grass all around her. Just as she thought she might orgasm, she felt like she was being dragged over the ground. Her hair was pulled taught above her head and the ground was no longer grass but thick, stinking mud. She felt her face go under, and then pop back up as her body was dragged by her hair. She tried to reach around to grab it and felt like it was going to be ripped from her scalp, but her arms did not respond. She kicked with her legs, but they just flailed in the air. Denied the orgasm she was so close to achieving, she was still aroused. Aroused but terrified. 

"Ohhhhh, yessss, ohhhhh, My God!" Sofia was awakened by a fall from her sofa as her mouth knocked against the leg of the coffee table at its base. Still dazed and now in pain Sofia stood, wobbling and weak and quickly made her way to the bathroom to assess the damage. Her lower lip was bleeding but all her teeth were still there. "Oh, thank God." She had a beautiful smile and took impeccable care of her teeth. Knocking one out or breaking one would have destroyed her. She plopped down onto the toilet and began crying in earnest. She tried to remember anything about how she got into her apartment or how she even got home. There was nothing. She remembered being scolded by Ms.Campbell, and that is was it. She was so upset that she didn't even realize that she was completely naked until just then. "How did my clothes get off?" She started pacing in her bedroom, holding a piece of toilet paper to her lip which had stopped bleeding. 

"Where are my clothes?" she yelled. She looked and looked, but found nothing, not a stitch. She was frantic, but then a horrible thought came into her mind. She unbolted the door to her apartment, and looked into the hallway. Hiding her nakedness with the door she saw her clothes, scattered down the hallway, leading to the elevator. Her clothes, but only her bra and panties.

She quickly threw on a robe and grabbed her keys. Hurriedly, she tucked the bra and panties into her robe, making sure no one was looking. She pressed the elevator button and as the doors opened, her skirt and blouse were kicked into the corner. She grabbed them before the door closed and ran back to her room, unlocking the door and dashing inside. Her shoes, someone must have grabbed them. They were nice, but not crazy nice. Once again Sofia found herself in tears as she realized that she must have stripped, or have been stripped on the way to her apartment. How many people witnessed this spectacle. It couldn't have been that late, she glanced over at the stove and it was only nine o'clock. Surely someone must have seen her. 

She sat on the bed and threw her clothes into the corner, but instead of feeling angry she felt aroused. It came on her the same way it did in the dream. Sofia stood and shed the robe she was wearing and started to masturbate. Her blonde silky hairs mingled with her juices as she worked. Without even knowing, she found her self in the bathroom, spread legged on the toilet. She sat directly on the cold porcelain, the seat up and behind her. Without thinking she grabbed a pair of scissors from the shelf and began shearing off her silken bush. Playing with her clit she then snipped a bit more. She trimmed the hair until only thin stubble remained of her once proud triangle of fleece. She smiled, but then realized what she had done. 

"Ohhh, why did I do that?" She thought back to comments made by the guy on the bus, saying that she had a "hairy cunt". She continued to play with herself, without the impingement of her pussy silk, but it wasn't enough. She reached into the shower and grabbed a razor off the edge and began stroking her sex with it. She watched as the hair floated softly into the bowl of the toilet, to join the longer strands. She continued to play with herself, in between the denuding strokes of the razor, until she had removed every trace of hair from her pussy. Unconsciously her hand reached behind her and flushed the toilet and she watched as her bush circle and then disappear down the hole with a glug glug glug.

She continued to play with her clit and started to feel an orgasm coming on. Dipping her fingers into her cunt she fucked herself with them, only to bring them to her mouth and suck off the juice. She tasted her sex, so she continued this until she heaved and her slick buttocks slid off the bare porcelain and onto the floor. Rolling back with her fingers still working her now bald cunt, she routed wantonly with her mouth until she found the base of the toilet. Her long pink tongue licked and poked at the space where the toilet met the tiled floor. As the salty flavor of dried piss and dirt coated her now flopping mouth worm she came closer and closer to the end. Sofia was desperate. 

Panting like an animal, she rose to her knees. With the open toilet now between her legs and her fingers furiously working her cunt, she slammed her head into the water, hitting it on the sides of the bowl. For a moment, she felt dizzy but then like a hurricane her desire overcame her and she once again began to vigorously masturbate. She could feel the toilet water soaking into her hair as she came closer and closer. Just as she reached the edge, her left hand reached up and flushed the toilet. She shuddered uncontrollably as the water rose and enveloped her face. She could feel it swirling around as her cunt spasmed in an unending orgasm that seemed to last forever.

Sofia knelt there limp for a long time, passing in and out of consciousness. A soft but incredible buzzing was running over her skin like little electric shocks. Slowly, after what may have been an hour Sofia awoke and was confused about where she was. Her body was totally spent, and she could barely move. All around her was white, and her head was cold, and wet.. She could tell she was kneeling and attempted to sit up, but something was holding her down. Each time she tried she failed and realized that her hair was caught on something. She went to reach for it but her hands hit something cold and smooth. It was all around her head. Only then did Sofia realize her predicament. 

"Holy Fuck!!" What the..." She began to smell the stench of stale piss that emanated from under the rim of the bowl, as she struggled to free her hair. She had flushed her hair down the toilet, and it was stuck like a plug in a drain. The more she pulled the more futile were her efforts to free her luscious blonde tresses from the evil toilet. Suddenly she stopped fighting and began to sob. "What...is...happening...to..me?" she moaned in between her sobs. She placed her hands on either side of the toilet and as they came to rest, there was something metal. She grabbed at it, and knew that they were the scissors that she had used to trim off her bush, something she only vaguely remembered doing. 

"I'm not cutting my hair off!" She yelled, surprised at the volume inside the bowl. She pulled again, this time pushing on the floor with her hands. She thought she felt her hair move, but it also felt like it would be ripped from her head. After trying over and over, she sadly grabbed the scissors with the intention of cutting her hair. She tried to work them into the bowl around her head but could not do it. The only way she was going to be able to cut it was at the scalp, a piece at a time. 

"Noooooo!!" She yelled. Making a final effort to remove her hair from this horror, she reached in with both hands and grasped the thick twisted rope. She placed her feet against the wall behind the toilet and heaved. Suddenly the hair came loose, causing Sofia to fly back into the tub and fall backwards into it. So relieved to be free from her toilet prison was she, that she didn't even notice the state of her hair. "Oh thank God!...Oh thank you, thank you, thank you.!" She shouted as she pulled herself up and out of the tub. Her naked form looked pale and blotchy from the fright and shock of the experience. As Sofia stood she looked down at her hair and then quickly over to the mirror. All her hair below her chin was covered in a black-green slime. 

"Oh man, what is that now!" She quickly ran the shower and got in to rinse whatever the goop was that clung to her hair. She shampooed and rinsed and shampooed and rinsed until she ran out of hot water. From the darkness of the shower it looked like she had removed whatever it was. She got out and went back to the mirror only to see in her horror that her formerly blonde hair was now green. Something snapped a little in Sofia at that point and a little giggle escaped from her lips. "So I have green hair." She mused and went to lie down on her bed, exhausted. Sleep quickly came over her, as she laid there naked and exposed.

Sofia slept without dreaming that night, as if her body knew it could take no more. The light filtered in through the blinds as it hit her eyes awakening her. "Oh...God, what a nightmare." She whispered as she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She rarely turned on the light when she was just peeing, so she sat and allowed the yellow stream to dribble into the toilet. "Wow, I'm really sore." She rubbed her shoulders and arms. Grabbing a wad of paper and wiping herself, her hand brushed against her newly shaved cunt. Everything came rushing back to her and she realized that this had not all been a nightmare. 

She quickly flicked on the light to reveal her aldness, and then quickly she shot up and saw in the mirror that her hair was ruined. Not only was it green but it had started to break off in long strands. She brushed it and to her complete horror more hair broke away, almost like an acid had eaten it. She began to cry as she saw her once glorious mane was now a ragged green mess. She looked down at the scissors that lay on the floor next to the toilet bowl and slowly reached down for them. "Well, I can't go anywhere looking like this, shit!"

Sofia brought the scissors up to her hair just above the green line and opened the blades. She brought them back so they were around her locks, and closed them. Two feet of greenish blonde hair floated to the bathroom floor. "Oh please, not my hair." She wept but the process was begun and there was no turning back. She slowly moved the scissors back into her hair, cutting mercilessly, exposing her long slender neck. She cut as far back as she could see and then began on the other side, trying to make sure it was even. Now the floor around her feet was a mass of hair, her toes disappearing into it. Sofia padded into the bedroom and grabbed her hand mirror so she could see to cut the back, her new bobbed hair flitting over her cheeks as she bent to pick it up. She tried to hold the mirror so she could see, but then turned and used the hand mirror to look into the larger one. 

Her heart sank as she saw that the green line of damaged hair was much higher in the back than in the front. She should have been upset but for some reason the act of cutting off her hair had aroused her. The green in the back rose up to above her hairline, but Sofia did not realize that as she began to carefully cut away the damaged hair. She tried to cut only what was necessary and was doing a pretty good job she thought. By now her cunt was quite wet and she felt her heart pound harder with each strand of hair she cut. She began to realize just how much shorter the hair in back was, compared to that in the front. After she finished cutting the back she ran her hand over the jagged ends that cutting above the hairline had caused. For just a second she let her hand wander down to her cunt, her now hairless mound. She ran her fingers over its smoothness and sighed. Feeling the length of her hair in back, Sofia found that it was even with the top of her ears. 

Without thinking she brought the scissors back to her hair in front and leveled them with the tops of her ears and cut. Not so carefully now Sofia cut back and over the tops of her ears to meet what she thought was the hair in back. Before she cut the other side she moaned and wiggled her clit with the other hand. 

"Silly girl," she thought, "what are you doing to yourself?" She giggled childishly. Somewhere inside another voice was screaming like a mad woman, but it was so soft and so subdued. Quickly now she cut the other side short and above the other ear. She giggled and twisted her clit as she looked at the spectacle in the mirror, with wild eyes and an open mouth. Sofia looked out in horror, but was powerless to do any more than that as her mouth twisted up into an evil smile and placed the scissors tight against her scalp in front and closed them. Sofia watched in shock as her scalp became more and more barren. In the end all that remained was an uneven crop. This wasn't her, she thought, this has to be a dream. She felt her hands run over the unevenly cut head and was suddenly very awake.

Her scissors dropped to the floor, and she gasped in horror at the figure in the mirror. It wasn't a dream. She had really done this to herself. She could only think of the poor women she had seen films of so cruelly treated in the German concentration camps.

"I'm fucking mad! I must be losing my mind completely!" She was hysterical. "What the fuck am I going to do now!" She kept returning to the mirror in hopes that everything would be all right each time, but of course, it wasn't. As the hysteria began to roll back, Sofia realized that she had to leave for work, and soon. 

"Who am I kidding!" she exclaimed. "There's no way, no fucking way!" She picked up her phone and dialed HR, telling them that she was ill, and wouldn't be in. "Okay, that's done." she hissed. "Now what?" She looked at herself in the mirror and stared. She had been so haphazard with the scissors that her scalp was nearly bald in some places. She shook her head in dismay and hung it like she was dead, slowly bringing back up, once again shocked to see herself. For a moment, and only a brief one, actually thought about killing herself. "No, not there, not by a long shot!" she yelled at herself. 

Determined now she filled the bath with hot water and grabbed two fresh razors from below the sink. She lowered herself into the steaming water, almost cathartic now, as the heat sank into her body. She grabbed some soap and lathered her ruined hair and began the process of removing it all. The razor pulled at her scalp as it slid back from her forehead, quickly filling the blades with freshly shorn hair. For a while she stopped and cleaned the blade each time but then learned that if she moved it back and forth it cleaned itself and the process went much quicker. Slowly the water around her was covered with a film of freshly shorn hair like little golden needles. Going entirely by feel Sofia shaved her head, until her once glorious hair was completely gone. As she rinsed her head she thought that it felt like she never had hair there at all, so very smooth.




The Transformation of Sofia Ch. 02



She pulled the plug from the drain and allowed the water to drain out around her, until she was left like a seal on a beach, a hairless white seal., covered in a fine coat of shorn hair. Sofia stood and turned on the shower to rinse all that remained of her hair down the drain. She slowly climbed from the tub and without looking went to her bed and laid there still wet and cried herself into sleep.

Continued in Part 3



The Transformation of Sofia Ch. 03



Something was buzzing on the table next to the bed, Sofia lifted her head off the bed and reached over to pick up phone. There were some messages on it from a few friends, two from work and one from a number she did not recognize. She raised her hand and ran it over her smooth scalp which almost burned with the tightness of her skin. Her cool hand felt good against its glassy baldness. 

"Oh dear God" her face drawn into a pout, "what the hell do I do now" she asked herself as she got up and threw her robe over her shoulders. She looked at her phone, and just didn't want to talk to any of her friends right now, that was out. The messages from work she should listen to, but just couldn't deal with it right now. The unidentified message was weird and she was curious about it so she opened it and hit play...

"Sofia...Sofia...you have done so well." Her eyes were wide, who was this person? "I like the new look, hmmmm, but you missed some." Click...then silence, only Sofia sat staring at the floor on the edge of her bed for nearly an hour listening to that silence. Was it really silence? She couldn't move, she wanted to move, she fought against the steal vise that held her glued in that position. Finally she was able to move and promptly fell forward onto the floor, unable to stop herself. Her face smacked into the rug, her arms not working. 

"Oh fucking hell!" She was bleeding again only from her nose as she slowly got things working and moved to the bathroom to grab some tissue. Sofia's nose was bleeding profusely as she held the tissue and tipped her head back. Why couldn't she stop her fall? It like her arms weren't even there. Finally after a short while the bleeding stopped but the bridge of her nose was quite swollen, maybe even broken. "Great!" she yelled at the grotesque creature in the mirror. She leaned in to look at her nose, her face just inches from the mirror. 

"You missed some..." She heard the voice but it was not through her ears, but in her head. She leaned back from the mirror and then back in again, raising her eyebrows to see if her nose really was broken. She looked at the silvery white arches that hung gracefully over her eyes. They had been meticulously manicured and plucked, into perfect accents to her face. "You missed some..." the voice again as her hand reached for one of the razors in the tub. She brought the razor to her forehead and suddenly dropped it into the sink.

"Noooo!" Sofia ran from the bathroom and onto her bed, her robe falling off in between. "I'm really losing my mind, shit, I am..." She was panicked " Now I'm hearing voices!" She remembered in her Psych class talking about schizophrenics and how they heard voices telling them to do things. "Oh my God, I'm a schizo" She buried her head in her pillow and screamed at the top of her lungs until her throat began to hurt.

"Okay Sofia, let's get a grip here." She got up and began to think about getting out of this mess. One thing is for sure, she needed a wig desperately. She looked in her closet for a scarf that she could put over her head and checked her bank balance to see where she was there. "Okay, a little makeup and I could pass for normal." The scarf hid her baldness as she glared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Slowly she began to apply some cover and then eye shadow, carefully following under her brows. Reaching down to the sink, she picked up the razor and shaved off her left eyebrow. "What the..." She looked in shock at the bare skin now framing her eye. "Why can't I control these urges?" She was shaking as she began to remove her remaining brow. 

"Why!" She ripped the scarf off her head and the almost alien face looked back in amusement, although she was anything but amused. She ran her fingers of her now hairless brows and then back over her glassy head, which reflected the light above the sink like a chrome bumper. "Holy shit!" She screamed "You missed some!" Stomping "Not any more fucker!" She yelled at the ceiling. Then a really creepy thought came over her. That message, how could he like her look. "Unless he can see me!" She began tearing around her apartment looking up and down, for a camera, anything. She reasoned that she hadn't been out of her bedroom or bathroom while all this was going on. "It must be in there." She tore into the bedroom and bathroom, making a terrific mess, but never found anything. 

Sofia threw herself down on her sofa, replacing the scarf on her head. "Okay, lets do this." She looked on her phone for a wig store, but the closest one was at the mall, across town. Throwing her wallet and her keys into her purse, she made her way down to the street, intending to take the bus but then realizing that her car was in the parking lot. "Where the hell did that come from." She didn't remember driving it home the night before, so she thought it was still missing. She remembered the ride into work on the bus the day before and the humiliations she suffered at the hands of that young man. She unlocked the car and got in, and it seemed like she was just there not too long ago. She saw some strands of long blonde hair on the floor, and a tear crept into the corner of her eye. 

The drive to mall was through the city, and she kept herself focused on what she was about to do. Anyone that saw her would simply think that she had cancer or something but she tried not to think about explaining anything to anyone. Sofia was just a couple of blocks from the mall when she heard the pop of a siren behind her and the lights were going too. She looked down at her speedometer and she was well under 30mph. She pulled over and parked and grabbed her wallet out of her purse, but the cop never came to the car. She looked behind her again and there was another cruiser, right next to the other. 

"Get out of the car with your hands in front of you and lay down on the ground face down!" The megaphone screeched.

"What the hell?" Sofia was shocked and scared, but did as the cops demanded. The next thing she knew her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was hauled to feet by them, which really hurt. Then it hit her. She never told the police that the car wasn't stolen, they thought she was the car thief. 

"Grab her purse Tom, its on the seat." The cop grabbed her bag and wallet and began thumbing through everything. During all the roughness, Sofia's scarf slipped off and started to blow away down the street. He held up the license to her totally hairless head. "Did the report say anything about the victim's purse being stolen?" The cop asked.

"Nope, just the car." The other cop held her arms firmly behind her.

"This is my car, I forgot to call and report that I got it back." Sofia sobbed.

"So you're saying this is your car?" The cop came closer. "What's your name?"

"Sofia Fazio." She stammered 

"What's your address?"

"xxx East Street, apartment xxx." The officer went back to his car and did something with his computer and returned.

"Okay kid, what's your social security number."

"xxx-xxx-xxxx" she practically shouted. They must know it's her now.

"Here's my problem, you don't look anything like your picture here." Sofia bowed her head.

"I've been sick." She lied. The cop holding her arm grabbed the license and turned her around, comparing the two. 

"I think it's her, right eye color and right height. I think she's telling the truth Tom" He leaned into the other cop. "Look give her a break man, she's got cancer or something." Tears started to roll down Sofia's cheek on cue with the cancer line.

"Look kid, you almost ended up downtown here. How did you get your car back?"

"My ex borrowed it and never told me." Another lie, but convincing. The cops removed the handcuffs from her and gave her back her stuff.

"Sorry about that kid, hey feel better Okay!" The one cop yelled as he was getting back in his car. In turn they each pulled around her and took off, leaving her shaking and overwhelmed in her car.

"Shit, my scarf!" but it was long gone. She was a block and a half from the mall and there was no way she was going all the way home. She pulled into the lot and parked. "Well, here goes." With more courage than she thought she had, she got out of the car and walked towards the entrance to the mall. Her head gleamed in the sunlight as she walked, finally reaching the doors and heading in. 

It was a weekday so the mall wasn't too crowded and she looked on the mall map for the shop she wanted. Of course it was all the way at the other end. She thought about going back to her car and driving around, but that would have been silly. Think of all the people with cancer that do this all the time. She began walking and the stares were penetrating. Here was this beautiful girl with no hair, and they ALL stared. She started to feel like a circus freak. Only it didn't make her uncomfortable, it aroused her. A few times she caught herself running her hand over her bald head as she walked. Sofia could feel the moisture building up between her lips and she wound through the people that so rudely watched her pass, their gaze locked on her dome. Finally she came to the shop. 

It was actually a hairdresser with a wig section, it turned out. As she stepped through the doors, a young lady rushed up to greet her. 

"Hi, my name is Cindy, are you here for a wig?" Cindy was a slight girl and quite a bit shorter than Sofia. She had long red hair that fell to the middle of her waist. 

"No, I thought I might get a haircut." Sofia jested, getting a rise of giggles from the salesgirl.

"At least you have a sense of humor about it..."

"Sofia."

"What a lovely name, I love that name." Cindy bubbled. "Well the wig section is in the back. Lets take you back there and get started shall we." Cindy actually grabbed her hand and led her to the back and into a small studio and closed the door. "There now we can have a little privacy." All around them were a variety of wigs, from long blonde to short brunette. "I need to get some measurements of your head so give me a moment here." Sofia felt Cindy's red locks caress her arm as she leaned in to measure her head, and a pang of jealousy flamed inside of Sofia.

"You have such beautiful hair Cindy." Cindy turned and looked straight at her eye to eye.

"Wanna know a secret?" Cindy tugged on the red tresses and they slid off the side of her head, revealing a pate every bit as bald as Sofia's. "Alopecia, I've had it most of my life, so I am in your corner sweetie!" She looked so different without her hair. So stark and so sexy. Did she really just think that? She could feel the moisture building in her cunt and Cindy played with her head. She wanted to do the same, but was afraid of the reaction. Suddenly, Sofia's hand was caressing the side of Cindy's head, her fingertips moving up and over the top in a smooth, sensual way. Cindy stopped measuring and looked straight at her and smiled. "I love it too baby, sometimes I cant figure out why I bother with the wig in the first place." Cindy laid her tape on the counter "If it wasn't for the stares..."

"Oh my God, I know. I feel like a freak show out there." Sofia smiled.

"You're brave for going out without it you know. If I were as beautiful as you are I wouldn't even bother with it."

"Well I think you're hot!" What the fuck did she just say? She couldn't even think where that came from. She was wet but now she was making passes at girls, and bald ones at that. 

"Hmmmm...let's look at some wigs Okay?" Cindy gave her a long stare that she couldn't break from as they got up to look.

"Well, I used to be blonde, about your length, I mean your wig's length." There were a few up there so Cindy grabbed them down, still of the Styrofoam heads.

"Real or synthetic?" 

"What's the difference?" Sofia asked

"Well firstly, the price." She held up this wig that could have been Sofia's hair before she ruined it. "A real hair wig in this length is going to run you close to $1000."

"Holy Shit!"

"Yeah." Cindy let her feel the hair. "The synthetics are about a quarter of the price but they are hot, and not easy to style, and they just don't bounce like the real ones do" Cindy held out the synthetic and there was no comparison, it was like plastic. Sofia reached over and slid the real hair wig onto her head and looked at herself in the mirror, and there she was, like nothing had happened. The eyebrows were a problem, but it was perfect. "Oh Sofia...that is definitely you." She slid in front of her and looked up into her eyes. Cindy reached up and slid the wig off. 

"But I so love you like this." Her fingers slid against the glass smooth surface of Sofia's head and that was it. As their lips met it was like a flurry of current flowed through them. Desperate hands fumbled with buttons and zippers until they were rolling over each other on the floor in their underwear. Cindy held up a finger, stopping the action for moment while she locked the door. In that moment Sofia had a chance to realize what was happening, but before she could react, Cindy was back in her arms, their tongues intertwined their hands gliding over their smooth features. Cindy slid her hand inside of Sofia's panties and felt her hairless mound. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah!" She snaked down using her teeth to grip the elastic on Sofia's panties, breathing in her musty scent as they were pulled from her body. Sofia was in a space all her own as Cindy's tongue began exploring her juicy cunt. 

Somewhere inside she knew this was not right, but her body owned her will. She was struggling to get Cindy's panties down her legs so she helped and in doing so swung her leg over Sofia so her hairless pussy was directly over her face. Cindy's pussy drooled into her mouth as she lifted her head to lick her. She could smell her fragrant anus as her nose pressed into it. Sofia was so close to orgasm that she began to shudder, and almost instinctively sucked hard so Cindy's clit elongated into her mouth. They came together in a controlled explosion.

Cindy rolled off of Sofia and they held each other on the floor of the wig studio, still in sixty nine, one still licking and kissing the other. Suddenly it became very evident to Sofia that she had sex with another woman. She was waiting for the repulsion, but it never happened. She genuinely enjoyed it. "For once, something I don't have to regret." She thought as she slowly gathered her clothing. Cindy, now standing over her, bent down and gave her a peck on the lips.

"That...was the best sex I've ever had." Cindy gushed "I have to admit, I've never been with a woman before." Sofia was shocked and happy.

"Neither have I." Both women, still naked stood looking at each other in awe. "I guess we're lesbians now!" Sofia chuckled, but something inside knew she wasn't kidding.

"It was like...karma, Sofia." Cindy said as she pulled her clothes on. "Something brought you here, brought us together." Sofia didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. The awful, horrible truth that she was a self-destructing time bomb. 

"So, what about the wig?" Sofia still needed it. Even as much as the bald head thing was growing on her, she knew it wouldn't be a hit at work. Cindy sold her the real hair wig for cost and they exchanged numbers, but Sofia could only hope that they would ever have a chance to play again before something else happened to her.

To be continued in Part 4



The Transformation of Sofia Ch. 04



Escalation

Sofia was in a haze as she walked out of the hair salon sporting her new wig. She couldn't keep her mind off of the encounter she had just had with the sales person, Cindy. How could she have never had a thought in her life over another girl and then fall headlong over a bald girl in mall. Not only to have fallen for her but made passionate love to her as well. Everything was all amuck as she strolled towards the other end of the mall and her car. 

One thing she enjoyed was the lack of stares. No longer was she the beautiful bald girl, but sporting her long blonde wig, she was the hot blonde girl. She could feel the hair caressing her back as she walked. Guys ogled her, but she was used to that. Thanks to Cindy she was back. Cindy was even nice enough to show her how to effectively draw on her eyebrows so they didn't look fake. Now that Sofia had her number she was certain that they would be great friends. 

The drive back to her apartment was uneventful, thank god, and as she pulled into the lot she was relieved to have made it with nothing untoward happening. Her life had been so upside down the last two days and she was happy to finally have a stroke of relative normalcy. As she strolled through the lobby she ran into Mr. Gabon, the superintendent of the complex.

"Hello Sofia, you look wonderful today!" He said, casually, although they both remembered what had occurred two nights ago. Sofia averted her eyes to the ground, ashamed of what had happened.

"Hi, Mr. Gabon." She squeaked. "Mr. Gabon, about the other night I..." She was interrupted by a hand held up by his right shoulder.

"Ms. Fazio, please, think nothing more about it." He smiled and hit the elevator button for her. "I would never say a word, not a word, to anyone." He looked down at the floor contemplating his next words. "What happened between us, was just between us, and no one else." He sighed. "I will never forget it, although I know that you would rather." Now Sofia felt badly, that he would think that way about her.

"I will never forget it either, Mr. Gabon." She smiled at him as she entered the elevator and pushed four. He nodded and turned away before the elevator door had closed. She knew that what had happened wasn't so terrible. She had given the man a thrill, something to take away with him. Quickly, she put the experience out of her head as she unlocked the door to her apartment and locked herself in.

In the bag from the shop was the Styrofoam head that she would keep her wig on and as she set it on her vanity, she reached up and slipped off her crowning glory. It felt so strange to feel the elastic of the wig slip off her bald head. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, and there was that bald girl again, the wig having left marks on her skin as jeans would do on her waist. She left the eyebrows for now, but knew that she would have to learn how to apply those as well as Cindy had. Sofia looked back at her vanity, the glorious blonde locks cascading off the blank white head, and smiled as she ran a hand over her denuded scalp.

"I think I can live with this situation." She smiled as she sat down and popped on the TV for a quick glance at the news. She returned a few texts that had been sent by her friends over the last day, wondering why she hadn't answered back. She just said that 

she was under the weather, which wasn't a lie. There was a message from Mr. Graves, praising her for her work on the depositions, and hoping she felt better. "Well, praise from the man himself, holy shit!" thought Sofia. She wondered whether he felt badly about pushing her so hard that day. "I doubt it." She thought, he never thinks of anyone other than himself. He did wish her well though, and that was not like him. She answered a message from Ms. Campbell, wondering if she would be well enough to be in the following day, to which she answered yes. She could pull this off, the wig, the 

eyebrows. She was now however developing a slight back eye, from the knock she got on the bridge of her nose, although the swelling had subsided. 

"Makeup, can cure a world of ills." She thought as she pondered what she might make for her dinner. She opened her refrigerator and pulled out some leftovers from a few nights before, and threw them into the microwave. As the food warmed she noticed a voice message on her phone that she had missed earlier. She didn't recognize the number but pushed the speaker button and listened.

"You look almost back to normal.." She cut off the message knowing that it was the same voice from yesterday. All of a sudden she had lost her appetite. This wasn't over. Whoever this was wished her harm, and was doing something to her to force her hand into destroying herself. She deleted the message and moved on, forcing the food down her throat, knowing that she needed to eat. She grabbed a beer and sat back on her sofa, drumming her fingers on her head as she downed it quickly.

"I have to find a way to avoid this!" She almost shouted, nearly choking on her beer, a small bit of it dribbling off her chin. Part of her was scared for her life, and part of her wanted to kill whoever this was that was fucking with her this way. "This has to be some kind of hypnosis or something." She thought, as she paced her apartment, trying to outwit this bastard. "He's managed to know everything I'm doing, but I couldn't find a camera anywhere." She pondered. "He's managed to infiltrate the secure network at the firm with that fucking little flashing red dot!" She had to find a way to avoid being subjected to this thing, but how. She couldn't not go to work, and her computer was exclusively hers. The phone was easy, she just wouldn't pick up for anyone she didn't recognize. 

It was getting late as she showered and slipped on her pajamas. The bathroom was still littered with her hair, even though she had cleaned it. She tried not to think about it. "Well, showers are sure easier." She thought as she toweled her head dry and padded into the bed. As she drifted to sleep, she was almost afraid to close her eyes. She was afraid of that dream, outside, naked, cold and in the mud. Soon she was out, and her mind was filled with images of Cindy, playing games with her. Playing keep away with her wig, kissing and petting. It was a good dream. She felt that dream fade into the next as she was once again outside on the ground, naked. Part of her wanted to wake up and she struggled against the images before her. "I have to wake up." She thought, over and over. "I have to wake up...I have to wake up!" Suddenly Sofia's eyes were wide open and she was looking straight up at the ceiling.

"Hey, she's awake." A male voice in her bedroom? Sofia panicked and went to sit up only to be held down by hands from both sides of her bed. She reached up and felt wires attached to her head. She struggled with the hands, ripping away from the wires as she did. There was a sudden pain in her arm and everything went black.

"Too bright." She tried to open her eyes. The light was blinding as she struggled to make out anything. She was lying on a cold surface and she could tell she was naked. There was something holding her wrists and ankles down to the surface and she was splayed out spread eagle. As Sofia's eyes became more accustomed to the light she could see she was in some sort of exam room. There was a bright exam light over her, angled at her face. She turned to avoid its invading beam. She could she her wrist was bound to the corner of the exam table by a cloth cuff of some sort. She struggled against her bonds to no avail. 

There was the sound of a sliding door opening, and a figure dressed in white approached her, although her vision was still foggy.

"Sofia, stop struggling, you will only hurt yourself." The voice was female and was soothing to the ears. It was soft and non-threatening as she caressed Sofia in way that began to calm her.

"What's happening to me?" She asked sobbing "Why am I here? Why are you doing this to me?" Sofia cried, her tears streaking down her cheeks as the woman's gloved hand brushed them away.

"We are not here to hurt you Sofia." The woman's voice sounded sincere. "We only want to enhance certain aspects of your life, to change you." She walked around the table so she could look Sofia in the eyes. "We were hoping to accomplish all this without having to bring you here, but you are a strong willing girl Sofia." She placed her hand on her shaven head. "When you awoke during the treatment, we couldn't risk going any further there."

"So, you make me have these crazy dreams. You make me ruin my hair and then shave it off!" Sofia was shouting. "My life is completely fucked up right now because of you!"

The woman held up her hand as if to calm her. "The hair had to go Sofia, in order for the next phase of the treatment to take place." She once again laid her hand on her head. "Those wires that you woke up with were implanting new thought patterns into your mind." Sofia was now laying with her mouth open as this woman explained away her nightmare. "We are sexualizing your life Sofia." She said quite matter-of-factly. 

"But why?" Sofia was now listening more acutely.

"You will learn soon enough, but only after the treatments are complete." The woman moved down her body trailing her hand across her breast until it laid over her exposed mound. Sofia felt an electric charge run through her body as her shaved sex responded to the woman's touch. She could feel her lips growing moist and the smell of her arousal was more apparent in this clinical environment. "You see, the treatments are working quite well already." She smiled under her mask "You are surely twice the sexual being you were before we started Sofia." She bucked her hips upward, as the woman's touch alone brought her to a heightened level of pleasure. "Surely you don't find this unpleasant, do you?" She looked up at Sofia's face, torsed in her ecstasy.

"No" She sputtered as the woman lifted her hand away. "Oh god, please...please don't stop." Sofia so wanted her hand back on her mound, that she pushed her sex in the direction of the departing digits. What ever this was, it was strong and it was overpowering. 

"We shall see about getting you off this table in a couple of minutes, so, just relax Sofia." She smiled once again under her mask. "You can't stop it, so you may as well enjoy the ride my dear." With that, the woman slid open the sliding door and left, slipping it closed again as she did. 

Once again she was alone and naked on this table, strapped down and horny as hell. It wasn't until that moment that she realized that the wires were still attached to her head. "Was the "treatment" still going on, even with her awake?" She wondered. Sofia examined her situation carefully as she waited for whatever was going to come next. "The woman promised that they were not going to hurt me." She gazed at the tiled ceiling, past the annoying light. "I'm being sexualized?" A small giggle escaped her lips as she pondered what that might entail. "Maybe more exploits like the "Cindy" experience?" She smiled. Apart from her hair, which she was still very unhappy about, and the horrible dreams, nothing really bad had happened. She had exposed herself to her super, and had a lesbian tryst with a wig salesgirl. There was that experience on the bus with unpleasant fellow, and then the outfit she chose to wear to work. "Hmmmm...I am not sure I'm completely on board with this whole thing here." She muttered under breath. "I definitely don't like being strapped down, NAKED, to this table!" She shouted, her voice echoing shortly off the tile walls. 

Suddenly the sliding door opened and two more figures entered the room. Sofia thought it better to cooperate than to fight. They were obviously male from the faces she saw above the masks they wore. 

"One moment miss, and we'll have you down from here, okay?" Once again cordiality and soft spoken words calmed her as the one man removed the electrodes from her scalp. She really wasn't too thrilled with two strangers, male strangers looking at her naked body, but they seemed nice enough. "It would be easier if you didn't struggle as we release you, please." One by one her bonds were released and she instinctively rubbed her wrists as she was helped to sit up. As soon as she was on her feet, a white robe was draped around her and tied. The tile was cold against her bare feet as she was ushered down a long corridor and into a well furnished room. 

The walls were still quite clinical, but there were paintings on the walls, and comfortable chairs to sit in. Still in a bit of a daze, Sofia rested back into the chair and waited for something else to happen.

"Good afternoon Ms. Fazio, or may I call you Sofia?" A strong male voice sounded from behind her. An attractive young man in a white coat swung around her to take a seat behind the desk that her chair faced. He was rugged and tall, with classic features.

"Sofia...will be fine, I guess" She hesitated, almost wanting the formality, but going with the suggestion. Suddenly she felt very exposed in her robe, and went to close it further.

"Don't fuss with that much Sofia, we have all seen you in your entirety here, so no need for modesty." Reconsidering his words. "We want you to feel at ease here Sofia." He smiled generously. "We are all here for you, and only wish you the best experience, while you are under our care." He extended a hand and Sofia being polite returned the gesture. "Dr. Samuel Parton, at your service." Once again he smiled and then settled into his chair, taking a more serious posture.

"Sofia, for lack of a better explanation, you are part of a "grand" experiment." He leaned forward as he saw that Sofia was feeling threatened. "You were a top student in school, graduating with a 4.0 GPA. You worked for a highly respected law firm in Seattle and were of high moral character. You were responsible and resourceful, 

escaping a less than respectable crime family in Italy and making your own fortune here in America." He paused for the reaction.

"How do you know all this?" Sofia was a bit panicked "I mean about my family, no one knows about them...no one." She scanned the room in paranoia. "Oh my god, it's them, they found me." Sofia jumped from her chair and bolted for the door. The two men that brought her in pushed through the door and restrained her. "Fucking let me go! Let go! They'll kill me! You don't know them!" Sofia, wild eyed with fear, struggled with all her strength against the two, but eventually she was placed and held in her chair. "Fuck!" She screamed.

"Sofia please." He calmed. "Your family knows nothing. They still think you're dead." He raised his hand and the men released her into the chair. She shrugged off their hands and begrudgingly sat, arms folded. "Please, let me explain." He motioned for the men to leave and sat back down next to her in one of the comfortable chairs. "The only thing your family has to do with this is the very fact that they think you do not exist." He smiled and reached out to take her hand. "We needed someone without a past, without a family that will come looking for them." She breathed a sigh of relief. It was always her biggest fear that her family would find her, and such a relief knowing that they hadn't.

"So...You are sexualizing me?" Sofia asked. "and what do you mean "worked for?" Dr. Parton had hoped that this information had slipped right by, but it hadn't so he had to explain.

"Sofia, what we are doing to you...for you...would make you unsuitable for that job." He could feel the tension rising in her once more. "Even if we were able to continue the treatments at home, in a matter of a few days, you would have lost your position." She was puzzled with his candor. "At least we saved you that embarrassment."

"What embarrassment would that have been?" Sofia hissed. She was already pondering the possibilities, judging by her behavior the last few days, and softened her stance to listen to the doctor.

"Imagine this Sofia." Dr. Parton looks Sofia right in her eyes. "You are at work and everyone is going about their daily routines when you arrive in apparel completely unsuitable for a strip club. With all eyes on you, you roll onto to one of your coworkers desks and begin to masturbate while everyone looks on. The shocked look on their faces only heightens your humiliation and your pleasure as your fingers furiously work your clitoris. Your open sex is frothing as your boss, Mr. Graves, walks in to witness the spectacle of your orgasm as you are unable to contain yourself and piss through your fingers, spraying it all over the floor." Sofia is so aroused by this imagined scenario that she doesn't even realize that she has parted her robe and is fingering herself with abandon.

"Holy shit!" Sofia realizes her position and quickly closes her robe, her fingers wet from her sex. She had already worn clothing that was inappropriate to the office. Could this really have happened?

"You see Sofia, right now your mind is in a highly vulnerable place. The mere mention of a sexual situation makes you unaware of your actions, as you just discovered." Still extremely aroused Sofia slipped a hand inside her robe and hoped that the doctor didn't notice.

"So what happens to my life?" she asked. The doctor notices her hand working as stealthily as it can under her robe. Time for some conditioning.

"You no longer have a job, Sofia, but we already know that don't we?"

"Yes." Somehow she found the humiliation of losing her job arousing.

"Your apartment is being emptied as we speak and every trace of you is being removed." He notices her hand working faster. "You don't really care do you?"

"No." She panted. "Removing me, ahh yesss." She was slurping her words through her drooling lips. Her robe had fallen open revealing her masturbation to the doctor as he continued.

"Nothing left Sofia." The doctor lifted the robe away from her, leaving her exposed and naked in the chair. "Nothing but this utterly hairless, naked, girl."

"Ahhhh, nothing...left...ohhhhh god, Oh god!" Sofia's orgasm was so intense that the doctor had to brace himself against her to keep her from falling onto the floor. Wave after wave of incredible sensations rocked her as she flailed in the chair, unable to stop herself. 

"Easy...easy Sofia." He gently pulled her hand away from her red and throbbing sex, allowing her to come down from her euphoric state. Finally, she collapsed in a heap, her legs splayed open and heart audibly throbbing. The doctor eased the robe over her shoulders, and motioned for the two men to come for her. "Well done Sofia, well done." The men brought a wheelchair with them and placed her limp body into it. "Easy with her gentlemen, she's quite fragile at the moment." He smiled after her as she was wheeled away.

To Be Continued.



The Transformation of Sofia Ch. 05



Programming

Sofia was aroused by her hand resting against an unfamiliar object and she startled awake. Her hand rested against a tile wall and it was cold to the touch, although she was warm and sweating. As she realized where she was the events of the last day became clearer. She threw the blanket and sheet off her naked body, the under sheet was wet and clung to her hairless skin. She had experienced the same dream, although the details were less clear than they had been before.

The room was typically clinical, with white tile walls all around. There was no window which disturbed her somewhat, only a faint overhead light that barely illuminated her glistening body. She began to cool down slowly as the air dried her skin. She reached up to feel her head and there were no electrodes this time, although someone had shaved her as her head was once again as smooth as glass. Not only had they shaved her head, but her sex as well, as where there had been a slight stubble there was none.

Sofia slowly drew herself upright and sat on the edge of the small hospital bed, her bare feet touching the cold tile floor. She recoiled for a moment but then allowed them to rest flat against its surface, the coolness feeling good against her soles. She of time, which there was none. It was four walls and a door, and that was all. She hoped she wouldn't have to spend much time in here as it gave her claustrophobia. She her a key in door being worked and then the dim light that shone from above, got ten times as bright. Sofia shielded her eyes, as it was too bright for a moment.

"Good morning Sofia." She recognized the voice as the woman that had first greeted her on the exam table. This time she was without the white coat and the mask, and was dressed in a well tailored suit, something Sofia might have worn to the law office, before. "How are you feeling?" Sofia shrugged, with a so-so expression on her face. "Well, my name is Dr. Wheeling and I am your psychologist." Sofia nodded and then shook her head, discouraged. "No, no nothing like that. You are perfectly sane my dear. As a matter of fact, your level thoughts and steady demeanor is one of the reasons you were chosen for this project." The doctor smiled and sat next to her on her bed. Suddenly Sofia felt a little uncomfortable being naked next to this well dressed woman.

"Why am I always naked?" Even though she was in like company, she covered her sex out of reflex.

"It's part of your conditioning. You see you must and will always remain naked while you are here." Something there caught Sofia off guard and her one hand crept down to the top of her clitoris, finding the statement arousing. "Good, you see, now that is a normal response to what I have told you." Dr. Wheeling was very gentle and looked down at Sofia's hands. "You want to masturbate, don't you?" She asked softly. Sofia didn't answer but moved her hand further down over her lips allowing her middle finger to slip inside. "Sofia, it's perfectly fine, we expect this right now." The doctor nodded to her as if giving her permission to continue. "Go ahead dear."

As if guided by an unknown force Sofia's legs opened wide exposing her bare pussy to the doctor and she began to masturbate more frantically. The doctor smiled as she watched the bliss spread over Sofia's face and heard the sloshing of her fingers as they interacted with the folds of her hairless sex. Very quickly, she came to a shuddering orgasm, allowing her hand to fall back to her side. 

"My, that was fast young lady." She pulled a small Dictaphone out of her pocket and raised it to her mouth. "Subject appeared in reasonable spirits, well rested and alert. Showed appropriate response to verbal stimuli and was able to reach a scale 4 orgasm within eight seconds of full manual contact." Sofia stared blankly at the doctor as she dictated her notes. "Sorry dear, not as good at remembering things as I once was." She raised the recording device up and then placed it back into her pocket. "Now the nurses will be down to take you back to the programming room in a moment, so I would love for you to be a good girl and let them help you, okay?" Sofia nodded, there was no use in fighting this. Her body was happy, and her mind was not unhappy, so things could be worse.

As the doctor opened the door, two female nurses entered the room and asked Sofia to follow them. "Naked at all times?" she thought. "jeez!" As she was escorted down the corridor, one nurse in front the other behind, she could feel a dribble of her juices running down the inside of her right leg. A slight residual from her orgasm a few minutes before. Once again they entered the bright white room and she was helped onto the exam table in the center of the room. Thankfully the bright exam light was pointed at the wall above her head, and not directly into her eyes this time. As the nurses strapped her wrists and ankles to the corners of the table again, one of them noticed the moisture on the inside of her leg. Instead of grabbing a tissue or gauze or something, the nurse ran her finger over the dribble from her knee to the source, quickly dipping inside. Sofia felt a shock of excitement course through her as the nurse brought her finger to her nose, and then into her mouth, sucking in the musty fluid lustily. She smiled at Sofia now helplessly strapped in and very excited all over again.

"My goodness, you are a horny thing aren't you." The nurse giggled as she helped the other place the electrodes on her naked scalp. As the two were leaving Sofia lifted her head off the table.

"Did you shave me again?" Sofia questioned. "Because I am so much smoother than I was when I got here." The nurses stopped and looked at each other. "You are going to let me grow it back eventually, right?" She tried to keep her head up but was being lulled back to the table.

As her mind drifted she thought she heard them answer. "No one shaved you, it's so much more than that." She tried to reason with what she had heard but she was being pulled into unconsciousness and then all faded to black.

"Oh god, the same dream again!" She thought as she was once again on all fours, but this time the images were so much more powerful, so vivid and there was sensation as well. Once again it was raining and her skin was wet. Her eyesight was poor even though everything was more real and she found this annoying. She could feel herself moving over the wet grass again and knew that soon it would turn to mud. She was aware that it seemed to take a lot of effort to move herself forward and she thought she could feel her breasts grazing the tops of the grass. Strangely it also felt like her belly was dragging too but was unable to look down underneath herself. 

Soon she was back in the mud wading, becoming lighter and more buoyant as it got deeper. She felt the urge to roll around in it but resisted. The urge got stronger and stronger until her she couldn't fight it any longer. As she laid on her side and the mud slowly enveloped her she could feel a tremendous relief as her arms and legs were freed from keeping her upright. For some reason she could only see what was directly in front of her and could only turn her head slightly. As she rolled onto her back she could feel the mud on her back as her limbs flailed about. "Why can't I see my hands?" she thought as she attempted to bring them up to her face, but to no avail. The movement of her arms felt abbreviated, like they were much shorter, almost stubby. Her legs too felt small and short, their movements quick and ineffective. 

Once again the sensation of being dragged through the mud, only it wasn't by her hair. A dark figure of a man had her by the wrist and was dragging her face first through the mud. She could see his arm by the side of her face, and could feel his hand on her wrist. She could feel the cool mud sliding across her breasts and belly as she was dragged. There were lights up ahead, a building of some sort and she was being dragged towards it. Something inside wanted not to go there but she was powerless to stop the man. He was speaking to me but it sounded unintelligible, like animal noises, only more 

organized.

The building was a large barn and as he dragged me through the opening, another man closed the door behind us. The pressure on my wrist was gone and he had let go of me. The two men stood over me. I felt naked and exposed to them as I tried to get back on all fours again but I couldn't do it. "Why can't I get off my back?" I said and realized that I was once again awake on the table. This time the nurses were there with me when I woke up and immediately began unstrapping me and removing the electrodes from my head.

"Welcome back Sofia." The nurse ran her hand over my sex eliciting an exaggerated response. "So responsive, aren't we?"

"How long was I under that thing?" She asked, as the nurses helped her to a sitting position. She felt sore and she could smell that she had been sweating.

"This session was just over eighteen hours." The other nurse offered. Sofia was in shock that so much time had passed. Surely the simple dream that she had could not have lasted more than a few minutes. "We feed you through a naso-gastric tube during the session so you remain nourished and hydrated." Sofia could feel the scratchiness of her throat and realized that the tube must have been put in after she was asleep and taken out before she awoke. A wheelchair was brought in and she was helped into it by the two and once again wheeled into Dr. Parton's office again. This time he was waiting for her and was seated behind his desk. Sofia, still naked of course, remained in the wheelchair while the two nurses excused themselves, closing the door as they left.

"How are you holding up Sofia?" He sounded genuine.

"Quite honestly I am exhausted, sore and I smell." She was more animated than she intended but didn't regret it. 

"Well, we'll get you into a nice hot bath in a moment, but I have a few questions for you if that's okay?" He sat forward in his chair examining some forms and charts.

"If it's okay, I also have some questions, doctor." Sofia chimed in.

"Sure, but if you don't mind I'll ask mine first and perhaps some of your questions will be answered along the way. How's that?" He seemed upbeat and eager to start. Sofia shrugged her shoulders and motioned for him to go ahead.

"Do you remember the dream you had while you were under program?" He asked tentatively as if he wasn't sure of the answer.

"Yes, the same dream I have been having over and over." Sofia then began to relay the details of the dream to Dr. Parton. "This time things were so much more real, almost too vivid, and I could feel things." Sofia was describing the feeling of heaviness and the mud, and then being dragged into the barn.

"So...what do you suppose this dream is about?" He smiled which quickly turned into a smirk. "Do you feel like you are yourself?" He sat back into his chair rocking backwards to listen.

"Not really, I can't see very well...and my arms and legs feel weird, like short or something." Sofia fought to regain all the details of the dream before they faded.

"Do you think you're human?" The doctor once again leaned forward in the chair waiting for her response. Suddenly everything in Sofia's mind fell into place and she realized what the dreams were. A look of shock and horror fell over her as she placed her hand over her gaping mouth.

"I'm a pig!" Sofia was panicked. "Why?...Why are you programming me to be a pig?" She sobbed, and her tears welled up in her eyes and rolled unfettered down her reddened cheeks. Sofia attempted to stand but the doctor rested his hand on her shoulder as he came to sit next to her.

"We aren't Sofia." Dr. Parton handed her a tissue from the table, and she dried her tears. "This dream you are having of being a pig, is merely a mask for a much deeper programming that is taking place underneath it." 

"What deeper programming?" She sobbed as she tried to regained her composure. "Why such a horrible dream? Why do I need to dream I'm a pig?"

"We will discuss the deeper programming later, but the pig dream serves as a base for the true nature of the process." He smiled and ran a hand over her face, the wetness of her tears moistening his fingers. "Now, let's see if I can answer your questions for you." He sat back in the chair listening.

"I know with all this going on, it may seem a little uperficial, but when can I grow my hair back?" Still sniffling with the tissue in hand. "Someone must have shaved me again since I got here. I asked the nurse but can't remember what she said." Sofia turned to look at the doctor as he opened his mouth to speak, but then hesitated.

"I would normally not discuss this with you now, but you are not going to let it go so it may as well some out." The doctor seemed terse suddenly, clinical. "When you woke up this morning Sofia, you had already had five sessions over a weeks time. You just hadn't woken up between them." Haltingly he continued with Sofia glued to every word. "I'm telling you this because you will be made aware of it soon, in any case." He placed his hand on her glass like head. "We removed your hair during the three previous sessions Sofia."

"Removed, what do you mean removed?" She started to feel sick "Removed, you mean permanently removed?" She instinctively ran her hands over her head.

"Yes, Sofia, permanently, and not just the hair on your head. Everything, even your eyelashes have been permanently removed.." The doctor watched for her reaction but Sofia seemed quite calm.

"Like Cindy" she thought, her mind drifting back to the sexually charged encounter with the luscious girl.

The doctor stood over her in the chair and said it directly to her. "Sofia, you will be bald, forever." Sofia exploded, but not out of rage but from an incredible spontaneous orgasm. An orgasm without touch, without stimulation, from a simple thought. Anyone watching the scene would swear that she was having a seizure, but the doctor knew that this trigger was an important step in her sexualization. Sofia's mouth hung open and a line of drool overflowed onto her breast as she tensed every muscle in her body. Eventually the spasms subsided as the doctor steadied her in her wheelchair. Her heady aroma filled the room as her juices formed a puddle below her sex, a tiny spindle of them finding their way to the carpeted floor below her. 

Sofia was beaded in sweat and steeped in the perfume of her arousal, as the two nurses wheeled her to the bath. They each made comments over her orgasm which they had witnessed through the window of an adjacent room. In a way they envied her, but they both knew that this was only the beginning.

To be Continued