Victoria picked up the phone immediately.
“Heeyyyyy buddy, how’s it been-”
Riley was feeling a bit too frustrated, sexually or otherwise, to endure another poorly performed preamble.
“C'mon Vic, I don’t know why you play coy like this. You bought the candle. Do I even need to explain why I’ve called?”
Victoria smiled. “I mean, I can make a few educated guesses. You lit the candle, obviously. Do you want me to come over and try to make things better?”
Her voice took on a sensual tone.
“Or do you want me to make things worse? That much is up to you. You know how I roll, you know what you signed up for. All you have to do is say the words and I’m there.”
Riley absentmindedly rubbed at their smooth crotch before jerking their hand away. Riley could feel the yearning that filled them, and wasn't really sure where to go from here. It wasn’t really a choice, and they both knew that’s how Riley liked it.
Riley had to clamp down on their knee-jerk desire to say yes.
“Yeah, let’s take a step back first. What do you know about the candle?”
“I dunno. The guy I bought it from didn’t tell me, but he gave a bunch of unsubtle hints. I can guess in the ballpark. Something to do with wax? Or sculpting? What did it do to you?”
“You mean you don’t-” Riley sighed. “Whatever. Come on over.”
Riley heard a ‘squee’ right before they hung up the phone.
Victoria arrived at the apartment in record time. As she stepped in, she saw quite Riley’s naked form, still huddling on the couch. Their legs were crossed, and they wore a sheepish expression. She grinned in a way that made Riley shiver. “Ready to have fun?”
What Riley saw gave them reason for pause. With a bag full of sharp implements and a wet rag covering her nose and mouth, Victoria looked like a back-alley doctor. Riley unconsciously shifted back further into the couch.
“Uhh… What’s with all the scalpels?“
“They’re sculptor’s tools, if you can believe it. I like to come prepared, and I don’t want to make a mess of things. Well, not by accident anyways. Anyways, let’s get started. Spread your legs, let me get a good look at what’s going on.”
Hands on their knees, Riley tried to avoid blushing as they spread their legs, showing off a groin that was completely blank. Victoria peered in, her covered face inches away from their crotch. At a glance, Their skin appeared unchanged at a glance, but between the sweat-soaked sheen and the visible fingerprints imprinted on their bulge, Riley’s body was clearly altered. There was no pubic hair, and as Victoria examined Riley’s body, she noted that there wasn’t any hair left anywhere on the body, apart from the top of their head. She poked Riley’s bulge, and they gave out a surprised squeak. She looked again, and there was a faint imprint of her finger, plainly visible.
“Well, ain’t that something. I still have a few things left to check.”
Victoria took one of Riley’s arms and lifted it up, confirming that their armpit was hair-free as well. Riley reflexively tried to resist her inspection, and she noted how feeble their resistance was. She could feel Riley trying to pull their arm back down, but they were far too weak to resist her grip. She could feel the softness of Riley’s body as she held their wrist, perfectly smooth, and slightly slippery.
“I guess being flexible and being strong are mutually exclusive, not that you were particularly strong to begin with.” She smirked under her face covering. “It’s in my favor, I suppose. We wouldn’t want a sculpture resisting the vision of their sculpture, would we? Now, where shall I begin?”
Riley blushed, but didn’t say anything.