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The choice was simple. I agree to not only put on makeup but to wear it daily or my wife would get her long lovely hair cut to a masculine style. I had no reason to doubt our captors after they drove our car off the road and kidnapped my wife Laurie and I. I had no idea why they wanted us, nor why they'd offer such a ridiculous choice but what scared me is that Laurie seemed to know. At that moment though, that first scary moment, I was just worried about getting us out of there so it was easy to agree to the makeup. I didn't think they'd use a cosmologist to show me how to put all the different cosmetics on. Nor did I think they'd take the actual four hours until I could clean my face and put every single cosmetic on like a professional. But once they deemed me able to comply with the 'wear it daily' portion of their choice, Laurie and I were let go. When we finally got home, Laurie explained that her law firm had recently taken on the local organized criminal organization as a client. They'd had a rough day in court and she'd convinced the partners to drop them. This, according to Laurie, was their way to convince her to keep them on as a client. Keep them, or they'd hurt us as a couple. She said that even though she could identify them, there was no way we could go to the authorities. There were far worse things they could do before the police could stop them. So for the next week I tried to follow through with our agreement. My made up face in lieu of my wife's hair. But after a humiliating day at the gym, I finally cleaned off the makeup and refused to put it on the next morning. I learned my lesson though when we were again kidnapped that night. I got to sit in horror and watch as Laurie's hair was meticulously styled into an undercut fade with a hard part on top. Even on Laurie's ultra feminine face, it as masculine as all get out. The stylist focused on me when she said "So long as you wear your makeup, she can get this restyled. Without your makeup, she'll wear her hair like this or there will be severe punishment."

I took my crying wife home and comforted her, promising she'd never have to be seen with that hair again. Admittedly it was humiliating to go to the wig shop with her while my face was meticulously made up, after we cut the rest of her hair off, but Laurie could be seen in public again with long lovely hair.

Life went on for the next month. We had some success in telling our friends that I was in an online theater group and found it easier to wear my makeup all the time, but most people just thought that was BS. When they kidnapped us the next time, Laurie said she had no idea why this was happening. We were given a similar choice to make. I could either get my body hair removed, from my eyebrows down, or Laurie wouldn't be permitted to touch her body hair as it grew in. With Laurie's southern Italian roots and dark hair, I knew she had to work hard to keep her hair under control. It wasn't just her under arms or her legs, it was her upper lip, her cheeks, her arms, and even on her chest. Knowing that we were under surveillance now, that we couldn't just lie and trick them, I accepted losing my body hair to keep my wife's beauty. They disrobed me and shaved and waxed me hairless then and there, telling me that I had to maintain it.

They must have had people in my gym or cameras in our bathroom as when I missed shaving my ass one morning, I was sent an email with no return address saying that I had to remedy the problem within the hour or my wife would suffer.

After several difficult weeks finding out just how hard it was to keep myself as baby smooth as they demanded, I gave in to my wife's suggestion and paid for electrolysis hair removal. My skin felt so smooth and sensitive afterward that I had to use a few different lotions in different areas just to keep it from chafing. They all had different floral scents that even with my deodorant and cologne, gave me a slightly feminine smell.

After our next kidnapping and me having to agree to wear panties in lieu of any masculine underwear, which avoided Laurie from never getting to wear underwear again, Laurie found out that one of her partners were actively trying to drop the mobsters as clients. Without letting on how we were being tortured, she finally convinced them to stop. All was well for a few months, but by Thanksgiving Laurie and I found ourselves tied to the chairs in the empty warehouse with another torturous choice to make. By now Laurie's hair had grown out enough that she could wear in a fashionable feminine pixie cut. I either had to match my hairstyle to hers, and keep it matched, or she'd be shaved bald.

With my made up face and now feminine hairstyle, I just had to quit even before we found out that the mobsters did this because of a legal decision that had nothing to do with Laurie or her firm. It seems they're now blaming all legal issues on the firm and taking out anything bad on Laurie and I. Laurie redoubled her efforts, applying herself fully to their legal matters to keep us out of trouble, but it was an uphill battle. By President's Day I had to keep my voice in a feminine register at all times to save Laurie's lilting voice from being destroyed, had to keep my toe nails painted in order for Laurie to keep her nails long and feminine, and had to start wearing skirts and blouse all the time to save Laurie from wearing only men's jeans and tshirts.

As I was now completely passable as a woman I tried to do just that. When I was with Laurie, we just referred to each other as friends. We even without prompting called me Emma in public instead of Eric.

Now as I stand here, kidnapped again, with their lacy bra held behind me, I contemplate their decision. Laurie screwed up big time and didn't get their motion to the judge in time, costing them hundreds of thousands of dollars. They were more pissed off then I'd ever seen them and it showed in their forced choice. If I didn't do what they wanted, Laurie would go under the knife. She'd have a double mastectomy and not be allowed to wear breast forms or get cosmetic surgery.

When they started that way I thought I'd have to wear breast forms all the time, which I'd already done on and off to match certain outfits. But it went further. To prevent the mutilation of my wife, I had to go under the knife myself.

They said that the the double D cup breast implants would look good on my feminine body.

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it’s very normal to find brainwashing comforting, actually. because it’s good for you

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