Bryan woke up early Sunday morning, the faint light of dawn peeking through the curtains. His heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day he would be flying to Miami with Laura and Natalie. He sat up in bed, contemplating what to wear. He settled on one of the casual outfits he had bought a few weeks ago when he had gone to get his nails done— jeans and a pastel pink blouse. He packed a couple of his favorite work outfits, realizing with a shock that he now had favorite outfits. He quickly checked his flight information and texted Laura to confirm everything was still on schedule.
After a quick Uber ride, Bryan arrived at LAX fifteen minutes before Laura and Natalie. They arrived soon after, both impeccably dressed. Natalie, with her usual bright smile, complimented his outfit.
"You look great, Bella! I love that top on you," Natalie said, her eyes sparkling.
Laura, always more reserved, gave him an approving nod. "Nice to see you're maintaining the standard even out of the office, Isabella."
Bryan felt a flutter of pride at Laura's ambiguous comment, craving more of her approval. The three of them moved through the airport, and as they reached their gate, Laura began outlining the plan for the day in her usual matter-of-fact tone.
"Once we land in Miami, we'll head straight to the resort. We'll check in, drop our bags, and head to the spa for some much-needed relaxation. We'll have massages, waxes, nails, toes—the works. Tomorrow morning, a makeup artist, hairstylist, and personal stylist will get us ready for the day. Isabella, you'll have a wardrobe approved by me. The stylist will pick your outfits."
The resort was breathtaking, with palm trees swaying gently in the warm breeze and a luxurious lobby that exuded opulence. Bryan barely had time to appreciate his surroundings before he was swept off to the spa. The spa experience was unlike anything he had ever encountered—soothing and feminine. They started with massages that melted away his tension, he looked forward to the rest of his day.
Bryan's heart raced as he lay down on the waxing table. It was his first time getting waxed, and he didn't know what to expect. The waxing technician, a cheerful woman named Maria, noticed his nervousness.
"First time getting waxed, Isabella?" Maria asked with a warm smile.
Bryan nodded, trying to relax. "Yeah, I'm a bit nervous."
Maria chuckled softly. "Don't worry sweety, it'll be over before you know it. You'll love how smooth your skin feels afterward. Just take deep breaths and try to relax."
Bryan nodded, taking a deep breath as Maria applied the warm wax to his legs. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. When she pulled the first strip off, Bryan winced slightly but managed to keep calm.
"You're doing great honey," Maria said encouragingly. "Just a few more strips and you'll be all set."
Bryan found the process painful but the result was satisfying. By the time Maria finished, his skin felt incredibly smooth. He looked at his legs in amazement. "Wow, this feels amazing."
Maria smiled. "Told you so. Enjoy your smooth skin, Isabella. It's worth it."
As Bryan settled into the plush chair for his manicure, the nail tech, a friendly woman named Jasmine, began working on his hands.
"Wow girl, your nails are in pretty good shape," Jasmine said with a smile. "Do you come here often?"
Bryan shook his head, returning the smile. "Not really. This is my first time here. It's quite an experience."
Jasmine laughed softly. "You'll love it. Miami has some of the best spas. What color are we thinking for today?"
Bryan glanced at Laura, who was nearby getting her nails done. "What do you think, Laura?"

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Bryan or Bella - Part 1 - Forced Fem Fantasy
FantasyBryan, a 23 year old on the verge of homelessness, finally lands a job as a secretary. Desperate for a job, he doesn't read his contract and quickly finds himself forced to be someone he's not.