Sonya started work in our mostly male shop. She had a “hard” look, almost mannish, and never seemed to put much effort into her appearance. Frankly, at times she could look really “rough.” She smoked Marlboros and had a “don’t fuck with me” persona. So, nobody felt sorry for her or wondered, “poor girl, she must have had a hard life!”

So, being a bunch of horny immature guys, any girl who entered our arena was immediately judged as to “doable” or “not doable.” Pretty much all of us were put off by her lack of effort on her appearance and persona.

But, there was one of the guys, Barney, who was a real sad sack. He had some challenges and didn’t have a lot going for him. So, somehow the group, with me being a part of the idea, decided that maybe this was the girl for Barney! Surely there was someone for him. Maybe it might be someone like her.

So, sentimental saps that we all were, we tried everything in our power to help this along, over several months. In the end, it didn’t take. She wasn’t interested in Barney, despite her own “limitations.” We definitely tried, and I was a part of that, with all of us believing that she might be a qualified match for Barney.

Well, months later, with the “match with Barney” project seemingly long forgotten (by NEARLY everyone), things started to change.

She started putting some effort into her appearance, softened her persona, and actually became friendly, even flirtatious.

Well, this took me totally by surprise. I had already pigeon holed her in my mind. So, I was confused. Hmm. Maybe? I was skeptical, but, hey, I didn’t have a girlfriend, she was starting to act interested, and maybe she was ok after all?

So, she kept working on me and my perspective evolved. It wasn’t long before I was “snagged on her hook.”

Well she asked me out to dinner. We had a great dinner and she said, “You know, I heard you say that your roommate is out tonight. How about we shift over to your place?”

I was starting to like where things were headed! “Uh, yeah, I guess that would be ok,” trying to remain cool, despite what it looked like was gonna happen.

Well, we got to my place and had a couple more drinks. Then, she pulled out 5 scarves. I had no idea what for. But she had a plan, all right!

So, she said “follow me to the bathroom.” Seeing as I figure I am about to get lucky, I am in a pretty agreeable state of mind.

“Ok. I have something really special planned for you, but I need you to strip first,” she orders.

It started getting real. I wasn’t very experienced, ok, actually still a virgin. I was, I wondered, probably on the small side down there and just recently had finally achieved a proper bush. So, while I was excited, I was all kinds of worried about her comment and reaction to how my “business” looked to her. But, knowing I had to begin somewhere, I sheepishly complied.

She could sense my nervousness. “There, that’s not so bad, is it? I like what I see!”

Ok, maybe this is gonna be alright, or so I wondered!

Then she grabbed the 5 scarves. Ok, let’s see what the scarves are for! She said, “this is going to be a really fun night and these scarves are the first step. Trust me!”

One scarf was tied to my right ankle, the other end to a bathroom drawer. Then my left ankle was tied across the room to another handle. Then she found things to do the same with my wrists. So, next thing you know, I am standing there, stark naked, restrained spread eagle in my bathroom. Not exactly what I expected!

But there was one scarf left. “Now this one is your blindfold, so you can’t see the special surprise I have in store for you! You’re really gonna like it!”

So I am now blindfolded, and restrained. I feel her hand grasping my package, covered in lotion. I feel her rubbing the lotion all over my balls, my penis, and all around. “Do you like it? Does it feel good?” She asks.

“Oh, yeah!” I moan. “It…it…feels great! I love the way you are rubbing lotion on me down there! It feels so good!”

“Good! Glad you like it!” She said. Then she stopped the rubbing and I could hear the water running, like she was washing her hands.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked, frantically.

“Oh, I need to give the lotion a few minutes to do it’s thing.” She replied. It was then that I recognized the distinctive odor of the lotion! She whispered in my ear, “This is a special kind of lotion. Mostly women use it, but I am using it on you. It is going to make your hair follicles open up and release each hair all over your pubic area. Right now, all of your pubic hair is coming off. One by one, each hair is letting go! In a few minutes, I will be able to wipe you “clean” with a washcloth and it will all be gone. In just a few minutes your dick, your balls, and your whole pubic area will be hairless and bald, thanks to me!” She snickered with joy and pride.

Sure enough, in a few minutes, I could feel a cold washcloth wiping me down and I could feel exposed to the air like I hadn’t since before puberty. She was right. It was happening.

Once she got me fully wiped off and was fully satisfied with her work, I heard a frightening, familiar sound. She was taking pictures! Pictures of my naked formerly “private” area that was likely going public and was in a state of baldness by her doing.

Then I heard the freezer door and rustling through the ice tray. Next thing I knew, she was running an ice cube along my balls, icing them down. She took some passes at my shaft,too. “Tighten up little guys,” she said. “I want a good picture with you all very small! You know, as soon as I saw you naked, I could tell how little your dick is and how small the things you call balls are! But, when I took your hair off…oh my gosh!!! You can see how tiny your stuff is! You really have a little penis! And your little balls, they are nothing more than a couple of grapes in your little boy sac!” She laughed unmercifully.

Once she had everything iced to her satisfaction, she took some “full shrinkage” pictures for extra embarrassment.

“You know you have a little dick don’t you?”

” Uh, huh” I reluctantly replied.

” No good! I want a full sentence and throw in something about being hairless, too!” She ordered.

“Ok. I have a small hairless penis!” I replied.

“Good! And your balls…?” Ordering further.

“I also have little hairless balls, too!” Hoping that was sufficient, since I was still blindfolded and tied up.

“Yep! That will work! I now have pictures of your little junk in its fully shrunken state, fully hairless. I have some of them closeups and some that clearly shows who those little things belong to. And, I have video and audio of your confession to your “shortcomings.” I have everything I need!”

“So,” she concluded, “the next time you think I might have an interest in you or that I am a suitable match for someone like Barney…these pictures, audio, and video are coming out! Got it?”

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Yes, what?” She corrects.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“That’s more like it! I expect you will be on your best behavior!” She removed my blindfold, leaving me fully restrained otherwise, giving me the pinkie wiggle symbol, mocking my little dick, and said “see ya!” and she was gone.

Not exactly the ending I saw coming!