Leafing through the notebooks, she found many useful tidbits. Two in particular made her smile.
'After extraction of Age, the subjects lost consciousness for an extended period of time. One subject was roused immediately, the other allowed to sleep. While both experienced extensive amnesia and skills loss, the subject allowed to wake naturally did not have the same total memory loss of the other subject.'
'Immediately after any major extraction, subjects are briefly in a state where they are extremely open to suggestion.'
She also found instructions indicating that use of the extractor at the base of the skull has a whole body effect. Use anywhere else only makes local physical changes.
Looking at the button list, Amy notes one labelled 'hair'. This had promise, Amy had long hated the effort of shaving her legs and trimming her bush. Taking the Extractor, she pressed the button and drained Sean's sleeping body.
The newly created femboy hadn't possessed much body hair after losing his masculinity, the the little that remained was a bit of armpit and pubic hair, and a downy fuzz on his arms and legs. This faded away, as did the short dark hair on his head. A small black sphere extruded from the side of the device.
The sleeping effeminate teen was now hairless from head to toe, not even his eyebrows remained.
Flipping the direction switch, Amy pressed the dish to the top of Sean's scalp and infused the essence of his hair back in. Dark fuzz surged from his bare head, quickly forming thick raven locks that would almost reach his shoulders if standing. With no masculinity, his cheeks remained smooth. Looking down, there was still not even a stubble anywhere below Sean's neck.
She repeated this procedure on Marty with the same results. The longer hair added to their girlishness.
Confident in the outcome she turned the extractor on herself once again, and rendered herself hairless.
Looking back in the mirror, she admired the way her now bare sex was on display. She looked at her bare head and briefly considered leaving herself hairless. She could see herself with intricate tattoos decorating her bare flawless skin from head to toe.
But no, Maya had often complimented Amy on her hair. While Amy might now be an amoral uninhibited bitch, she still loved her best friend and roommate.
She infused it back into her scalp. Amy's distinctive copper curls fell down about her shoulders and back. Now that her essence was concentrated in one place, they were thicker and longer than ever.
She went back over to the sleeping femboys. Sitting them up and shaking them awake, the two blinked their eyes and slowly looked about in confusion.
Amy remembered the notes about their openness to suggestion.
'You are both my devoted servants, nothing on this earth means more than obeying my whims. You are happiest when satisfying my needs - especially sexually.'
They nodded blankly.
'Yes miss' Sean mumbled.
'Yes mistress!' Amy corrected sharply.
'Yes mistress.' they both repeated with more surety.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door.