It was humiliating. For several hours, Brie was made to try on several dresses from his collection. Some form fittung, some more elegant ones, like evening gowns, a few mini dresses, even one of the few latex dresses his sister had bought to indulge herself in a latex fetishist's party. He had hated this one actually the most today. It was just so tight. He could maybe take a 6" step due to how narrow the skirt was.
But what he felt the most humiliation from, was his own contorted body. Clarice had shaped his body to fit the clothing. However it didn't make him have a girl's body, just the silhouette of one. His "boobs" were just his normal chest, which had become deformed and stretched in order to make him have a certain figure. His hips were still his hips, ass was normal too, just stretched. Everything felt uncomfortable. But his biggest gripe was how it made him look.
Whenever Brie looked into the full length mirror, he just looked like a disfigured person wearing a dress. The best comparison would be how a texture in a video game could become broken because it didn't align properly to the shape of the model it was applied too. Eventually though, around the 2 hour mark, Clarice made a slight change to his body.
The dress was one of the most slutty dresses his sister had ever purchased. It was for a sexy holloween party, and was a "slutty maid" costume. Form fitting, tight all over, except for the area covering the breasts. But that was only because their was nothing there. The cupless corset ended underneath them, and the straps of the halter style dress didn't cover them either, but were actually designed around the idea of framing them. This dress was the kind of dress that you have to either wear with a sexy bra, or just go with your boobs completely exposed. And unfortunately, the bra that came with the dress had gotten ruined by his sister before he was able to get his hands on it, and while any other bra would theoretically work, Clarice had told him not to. Actually, there was an additional piece of fabric that went into the cleavage, completely enclosing the chest, leaving only the breasts exposed, and Clarice had made him wear it too.
The minidress ended right above having enough material to cover both his ass an crotch. If he bent even slightly forwards or backwards, then everything would be exposed. He needed to maintain a perfectly straight posture, something that was incredibly difficult to do in the 6" pumps that came with the costume.
Once Brie had the costume completely on, he once again preformed the standard routine Clarice had set up. He would strut out of the closet to a spot right in front of her, strike a few sexy poses, give a turn, and strut back to the closet. But Clarice had a different plan this time. The moment Brie left the closet, Clarice waved her hand, which caused Brie to stumble and fall. Luckily he was able to catch himself before he hit the ground too hard.
"Careful sweetie, I would hate for such a beautiful lady to become injured" mocked Clarice. Brie knew she was why he had tripped. He would never trip in his heels otherwise, since he had become an expert in walking in them after having worn them for hundreds of hours over the years. "No, something was definitely done by her..." reasoned Brie with himself as he got back upright and retook his position to restart. But, he felt... different. Like now everything seemed to fit him a little better. Above the waist. He found out why quick enough. He had become the "proud" owner of a very real pair of F-cup tits, with erect nipples and all. "You gave me tits!?!" he shouted.
"When I saw such a stunning outfit, I felt that it would be a waste to not show off the main appeal of it, thus... tits, among other things that you do not need to worry about quite yet" Clarice said while grinning mischievously, which frustrated Brie even more. "Oh, and I have another special gift for you sweetie, so front and center if you please."
Reluctantly Brie compiled, strutting over to the usual spot, not noticing how his gait had changed to one that swung his hips around. Nor did he notice how he now stood, slightly leaning over to one side, with his right arm held underneath his tits, making them push up slightly, as he cupped his left elbow. Nor did the fact that his hair was now all the way down his back, ending right above his ass, with his bangs side swept to the right, covering most of his right eye, register with him as being unusual.
With a finger, Brie pushed some of his hair out from in front of his eye, but it just fell back in place, which is where it ended up staying. "So, what do you got for me, Mistress?" Brie reluctantly asked. He hated calling her Mistress too, but knew that if he did, she would be nicer to him.
Reality betrayed his expectations though as he suddenly felt 2 sharp pains as each of his nipples was pierced with a shinny silver ring, and a similarly shinny metal chain was strung connecting them together. The weight wasn't heavy, but he felt it pull and bounce around with every step he took.
With all that said and done, Brie resumed her show. Albeit in a much more sexy manner now that he could move just like a woman would when trying to showcase her sexiness. Not that he noticed though. No, his focus was entirely on his chained nipples, and how annoyingly good they felt. "Did girls always feel this good?" Brie silently wondered to himself.
"This is the last outfit for today sweetie, but do not undress quite yet. I want you to spend the last required hour dressed exactly like that. After the hour, you can stay or leave as you please" informed Clarice, much to Brie's relief. He was nearly done with this shit. Just 1 more hour of humiliation to go. "Now then sweetie, come here and take a seat" requested Clarice, patting her own chair's armrest. Brie made his way over and gracefully took a seat on the armrest, placing one of his smooth, hairless legs over the other and folding his hands in his lap, while he pushed his chest out a bit, making his boobs appear larger. Each breath made his large boobs rise and fall, a d the chain connecting their nipples together rattle. His nipples were still fully erect too.
"Now close your eyes" instructed Clarice, which Brie followed. With a finger, Clarice suddenly tugged downwards on the chain, causing Brie to let out an inarguably high pitched and very feminine moan completely involuntarily. Brie's hands shot to his mouth and his eyes opened wide. But Clarice just gave the chain another tug, causing a repeat of the girly moan to slip out again, much to his dismay.
It was only made worse by his sudden errection after hearing himself moan like a bitch. This was noticed by Clarice, who fixed it for him, by removing his errection, a d any capability to get one for their foreseeable future time soent together, even when not seeing eachother. To compensate, she made his nipples very sensitive. Now if he wanted to masturbate, he would need to play with his nipples until his cum stopped flowing out of his limp dick.
The moment 3 hours had passed, Brie immediatly got undressed and put back on his male clothing, as his body returned to normal (save for his dick and nipples). Now that he was no longer under her mental influence, Brandon was able to not only leave, but tell her his name was Brandon. "If you say so. Well, I hope I can see you again sometime soon, Brie. I enjoyed our time so far, but I am far from done with you. I will be here whenever, oh and here is the outfit for next time, I also added in the physical changes to it too, as well as an auto cleaning function. Enjoy!" Clarice had said with a wink as she handed him a bag containing the maid outfit he just had worn for the last hour.