Knelt down on his knees in delicate submission, Alex could only look up with an expression of anticipatory dread as his rival, Bill, gently stroked the long, dark brown hair of Alex’s wig. It was of the highest quality, made with real human hair, and extremely expensive, but the authenticity of the wig was clearly eliciting the desired effect. The tickle of its silky locks and the intoxicating scent of a sweet perfume emanating from within all served to complete the illusion that was Clarice.
It was an illusion that Alex had worked diligently to create, easily spending hours to perfect her appearance. Her secret life however had been discovered when Bill had caught her with her panties down near the end of her transformational process. It hadn’t taken Bill long to realize the implications of his discovery and the potential power he now possessed over Clarice’s life. Threatening to expose her unless she could otherwise persuade him, Clarice had no trouble deciphering Bill’s hint. With no other choice, she had meekly complied.
Unbeknownst to Bill however, his discovery of Clarice had been no mere accident. Clarice had intentionally staged her own exposal and subtly orchestrated the events that followed, leading Bill right into her trap. Her feminine wiles had made it amazingly effortless, letting Bill think that he was in total control whilst she pulled his strings. It was a façade that would not last much longer. She would soon be in total control of his pleasure and within a few minutes, possess all the video evidence she needed to bring his entire being under her power, forever.