Lend Me Your House
There was only one waxing technician, and Oh Ha-na, whose procedure took less time, went first.
She had clearly been getting Brazilian waxes regularly; her hair was fine and soft, and she endured the process without much reaction, remaining calm throughout.
Watching from the side, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Even as the technician applied something, pressed on what looked like tape, and ripped it off in one swift motion, Oh Ha-na barely flinched.
And then… it was finally my turn.
I swallowed hard, tension knotting in my throat.
The technician glanced at me and spoke with a slightly troubled expression.
“Ah… well, the gentleman requested full removal of all hair below the neck, not just a Brazilian wax, so you’ll need to take off your top as well.”
“What?”
I stared at Oh Ha-na in disbelief.
She simply smiled at me.
“It’s better to get everything cleaned up at once, don’t you think? You don’t have much hair anyway, so it probably won’t hurt too badly.”
Left with no choice, I removed my shirt. The technician swept her gaze over my body and remarked casually,
“Your leg hair is almost nonexistent, and your arms and underarms are already quite clean. This will be over quickly.”
Lying naked in front of a stranger felt even more humiliating. What bothered me most was the “Sporban” sticker on my nipples—the one meant for nipple development—but she didn’t ask about it.
I lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Cold air brushed across my skin, making my entire body tense.
Completely exposed from the armpits down, I waited for her touch.
“All right, let’s begin. I’ll start with the underarms.”
I instinctively clenched my arms. The blatant exposure felt deeply uncomfortable.
But the technician lifted my arm with practiced ease.
God… what kind of situation is this…
When she spread warm wax over my underarm, the sticky sensation clung to my skin. A shiver ran through me, but I told myself I’d get used to it soon.
“One, two—”
Rip!
“…!”
A sharp pain exploded across my underarm. I nearly cried out but managed to clamp my mouth shut.
“Just bear with it a little longer. I’ll do the other side now!”
I forced myself to swallow the pain.
This was only the beginning.
Before the first side had even settled, hot wax was applied to the opposite underarm.
Sweat beaded along my spine from the tension.
“Here we go again. One, two—”
Rip!
Another wave of searing pain washed over me. I clenched my jaw and swallowed hard.
“Haa…”
The technician spoke in a bright voice.
“Wow, you’re much more patient than I expected! Now let’s move lower.”
I flinched instinctively.
If the underarms hurt this much, how was I supposed to endure the lower half?
Just then, I heard rustling beside me. I turned my head without thinking and saw Oh Ha-na changing clothes.
She slipped into a comfortable dress and spoke nonchalantly.
“I’ll head out first. Call me when you’re done.”
I stared at her in a daze.
“…You’re just leaving me here?”
Oh Ha-na chuckled and brushed her hair back.
“You can handle the rest on your own, can’t you? I’ve already paid, so just change and come out when you’re finished. Meet me at the dessert café on the fifth floor.”
With a casual wave, she walked out.
The moment the door closed, reality crashed back in.
“Let’s continue, then. This part might sting a bit more.”
I took a deep breath.
This time, wax was applied to my balls and cock, followed by the same tape-and-rip method.
Honestly, it was bearable. The underarms had hurt more because I’d been shocked and tense; once I relaxed, the pain became manageable.
After every last hair on my cock, balls, anus, legs, and feet was stripped away, the technician announced cheerfully,
“All done! You did great, sir. You can get dressed and head out now.”
Still feeling the lingering sting, I slowly sat up and reached for the container holding my clothes.
But something was wrong.
I instinctively plunged my hand inside.
The clothes I had worn were gone.
“…What the hell?”
Instead, an entirely different set of garments lay before me.
The first thing that caught my eye was a delicate pink blouse. Made of thin, soft silk-like fabric that seemed almost sheer, it featured feminine lace trim and a small ribbon at the front, with frilled cuffs. The design buttoned neatly up to the neckline, yet the overall effect was fragile and girlish.
Below it sat a dazzling white miniskirt. Its waist was cinched tightly, the hem barely covering the hips, and the fit clung snugly to my thighs. A small slit on the right side added a touch of sexiness.
And beneath that…
A pair of nude pantyhose and a set of women’s underwear were neatly arranged.
I reached out, then froze.
Pink lace bra and panties.
The bra had thin straps and semi-transparent lace cups—clearly designed for someone slender and delicate.
The panties were the same: a triangular cut that left most of the buttocks exposed, layered with light lace detailing.
I stared down at the underwear, frozen in place.
What… is this…?
Oh Ha-na had obviously taken my clothes and left these women’s garments in their place.
Panicking, I rummaged through the container, hoping to find my phone so I could call her.
But there was nothing.
Don’t tell me…
She had taken my phone and wallet along with my clothes.
I clenched my jaw. I wanted to call her and demand everything back, but without my phone, I had no way to contact her.
While I stood there, the technician’s voice came from beyond the curtain.
“Sir, is everything all right?”
“Ah… I’ll be right out.”
I answered reflexively.
With a sigh, I picked up the clothes. I had no choice.
I had to wear them. The truly vicious part of Oh Ha-na’s plan wasn’t forcing the clothes on me—it was removing every other option so I would dress myself in women’s clothing.
First, I picked up the underwear. The bra with its delicate straps felt impossibly feminine and fragile even in my palm.
I swallowed and wrapped it around my body. As I reached behind to fasten the hooks, the cups pressing against my chest felt alien.
Next came the panties. The thin fabric slipped smoothly between my fingers.
When I stepped into them and pulled them up to my waist, I instinctively covered my crotch with both hands.
What am I even doing…
Once the women’s underwear was on, the nude pantyhose caught my eye.
I carefully picked them up. The smooth, silk-like texture brushed my fingertips.
Letting out a sigh, I stretched them open and slid my legs inside. The sensation of the fabric gliding up my thighs was unfamiliar, yet strangely pleasant as it hugged my skin.
After pulling the pantyhose up to my waist and smoothing them out, I glanced at the mirror.
My legs looked smoother and longer.
I couldn’t stop here. With trembling hands, I picked up the pink blouse.
The moment the soft fabric touched my skin, it felt impossibly light and delicate.
I buttoned it up one by one, unable to bring myself to look at my reflection.
Finally, I took the white miniskirt. It wrapped tightly around my waist, and as I zipped it up, the fabric clung to my hips and thighs.
I sighed and tugged at the hem, but it was shorter than I’d expected; my thighs were fully exposed.
A familiar scent wafted from the clothes.
I instinctively clutched the collar of the blouse.
The faint floral and sweet fruity fragrance… it was a scent I knew well.
It was Oh Ha-na’s scent—her body and the perfume she wore.
Only then did I realize these weren’t new clothes. They were garments Oh Ha-na had worn herself.
Putting them on felt as though her presence was wrapping around my body.
Wearing her clothes and underwear made me feel as if I had become her.
“Sir? Are you really all right?”
The technician’s voice came again from outside.
“Yes, I’m coming out.”
Only then did I notice the shoes on the floor.
My comfortable sneakers were gone. In their place sat a pair of white high heels with noticeably tall heels.
I stared in shock and picked them up.
They were glossy white enamel with nine-centimeter heels, pointed toes, and thin ankle straps—completely feminine high heels.
I frantically searched the container for my sneakers, but they weren’t there either.
Oh Ha-na had swapped even my shoes.
She wants me to wear these…?
I let out a deep sigh, set the heels on the floor, and carefully slipped one foot inside.
The soft leather hugged my instep while my toes were firmly secured. I repeated the process with the other foot and fastened the ankle straps.
The moment the buckles clicked shut, reality hit me once more.
Am I… really doing this right now?
But there was no turning back.
I exhaled slowly and took my first tentative step.
Balancing on the high heels was far from easy.
Even after putting on all of Oh Ha-na’s clothes, I still hesitated.
But I couldn’t afford to waste any more time. I took a quiet breath and carefully pulled the curtain aside.
The technician sat at the counter.
Keeping my head down to avoid her gaze, I hurried toward the door. One step, two steps.
“Sir, if you’re feeling any discomfort—”
The technician stopped mid-sentence when she saw my cross-dressed appearance.
“…Huh?”
I pretended not to notice and rushed toward the door.
Balancing on the high heels was difficult. With every step my heels lifted, my body swayed, and my center of gravity pitched forward.
Struggling to stay upright, I made my way to the door.
Unused to heels, my thighs and calves tensed. I wanted to move faster, but my steps grew slower and more cautious.
Shoulders hunched, hands clutching the hem of the skirt, I pushed the door.
But—
Thud!
What? It won’t open!
Panicking, I pushed harder.
The door didn’t budge.
Losing my balance, my ankle twisted and I toppled backward.
The high heels sent me crashing to the floor. My legs flew up, the miniskirt rolled upward, and my cute pink panties were fully exposed.
For a moment, the entire room fell silent.
Still clutching my backside, I grimaced.
The pain spread, but worse was the humiliation of looking ridiculous in front of the technician while dressed as a woman.
She already knew I was male—she had just removed the hair from my cock and anus.
Then I heard a voice struggling to hold back laughter.
“Sir… um…”
I looked up.
The technician had turned her face slightly, trying to suppress a smile.
“The door… doesn’t open by pushing. You have to pull it.”
My face burned crimson. Shame flooded every inch of me.
I scrambled to my feet, yanked the door open, and tried to rush outside—
“Sir~!”
The technician’s playful voice called from behind.
“Your miniskirt rolled up. From behind, I can see your pink panties, your butt… and even your cock~”