After finishing the styling at the salon, the next place he was guided to was the procedure room where hair removal and aesthetic treatments were performed.

An inorganic space ruled by mechanical sounds and sterile air.

The moment he crossed the threshold, Gō’s chest tightened sharply.

White walls, silent lighting and the faint smell of chemicals—it felt like an execution chamber.

Here, his pride as a 'man' would be stripped away forever.

It wasn’t logic speaking.

His body itself was screaming it.

Waiting for him was a single woman.

Miyake Mayu—dressed in a tight white coat, she prepared the equipment with efficient, wasted-motion-free movements.

Her black hair, cut to shoulder length, was neatly tied back.

Not a strand of her eyebrows was out of place and her gaze was perfectly calm.

Her professional, emotionless demeanor, as if she were handling an industrial product, carried a strange sense of pressure.

“I’m Miyake. We’ll begin.”

Her voice as she introduced herself was quiet and clear.

No emotion rode on it at all.

Yet that very neutrality slowly scraped at Gō’s fear.

“We’ll start with your arms. …The remnants of being a 'man' will be removed in order.”

She said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, causing Gō’s body to stiffen.

The razor blade slid across his skin.

Each time it traced over fine hair, a cold sensation seeped deep beneath the surface.

'I’m being shaved…'

Shaving foam covered his arms and the smooth skin revealed beneath made it feel as though something irretrievable was being taken away.

Smooth skin emerging from under the foam.

It was as if layers of 'manhood' were being peeled away one by one.

That was the time he had spent fighting.

Traces of blood and sweat, proof he had protected with his fists.

Yet in Mayu’s hands, it was nothing more than 'unnecessary hair.'

“Next are the legs. Spread your legs and relax. Girls don’t put in unnecessary strength.”

At her command-like tone, Gō’s throat tightened.

The hem of the pale pink dress was gently lifted and Mayu’s gaze calmly swept over his exposed shins.

“Your muscles are impressive. But they no longer have meaning. You can’t live on 'coolness' anymore. From now on, it’s 'cuteness'.”

That wasn’t an explanation of the procedure.

It was a declaration.

'Me… living on cuteness?'

He wanted to rebel.

But his heart was already losing the strength to reject those words.

After the hair on his legs was shaved away and carefully wiped with a white towel, the laser device was applied all at once.

Each time heat ran through him, it felt as though the 'self who was a man' vanished one piece at a time.

Mayu’s fingertips touched his thigh without hesitation.

Her movements, silently placing her hand there, held not the slightest doubt.

In that instant, the laser struck his skin and a sharp burst of heat shot through him.

Gō’s body jerked upward reflexively.

“That reaction is still masculine. But… eventually, it will stop.”

Looking down as if observing his response, Mayu loosened her lips just slightly.

In that calm gaze was a command of 'submission' stronger than any words.

The laser passed over him, burning away every last hair that symbolized masculinity.

Each time the cold light slid across his skin, the 'self who was a man' disappeared again and again.

Each glide of her fingers made it feel as though his skin itself was changing.

What remained there was no longer the legs of a trained man.

They were arms and legs shaped smoothly, designed on the premise of being 'looked at'—a body made for a woman.

'Why… is this happening…'

The question swirled deep in his heart, unanswered.

Then, the next words fell.

“Now we’ll move to the VIO area. This is where it really begins, so spread your legs properly. Hands to the side.”

The sound of Mayu’s shoes stepping forward echoed across the hard floor.

“…Close your eyes. Cut off unnecessary awareness. Embarrassment only lasts at the beginning.”

Prompted, Gō lay back and had his legs spread.

The hem of the dress was lifted further and cold gel was smoothly applied to his groin—the moment his body shuddered.

'Stop… this…'

But that voice reached nowhere.

“We’ll be especially careful here… This is where proof of being a 'man' tends to remain the most.”

Each word soaked directly into his skin.

Each time the laser struck his inguinal area, heat flared.

Along with the smell of scorching, Gō’s 'armor of manhood' was peeled away.

The base of his legs, the inner thighs and finally his genitals—

“Don’t tense up. Open your legs a bit more. It’s fine. This is for creating a 'girl’s body'.”

With his legs held open, the laser was applied even to his most intimate parts.

Gō reflexively tried to close his legs, but the motion was stopped without a word.

“Please don’t move. You wouldn’t want something important to be left behind, would you?”

It was a cruel remark delivered without expression.

'Don’t leave it… my last…'

More painful than enduring the heat was the reality that this treatment was proceeding as something 'natural'.

As the procedure continued, Mayu’s fingertips touched Gō’s 'center'.

“It’s becoming nice and neat. Smooth and cute… At this size, lingerie will look good too. Once everything is finished, it’ll be an ideal result for men with 'those kinds of tastes'.”

Her fingertips moved as if stroking.

Uncontrollable heartbeats, shame, humiliation—and the premonition of pleasure he couldn’t escape.

Gō instinctively shook his head.

Even that motion was processed as 'bashfulness'.

“There, it’s fine. Now you finally have a 'girl’s body that isn’t embarrassing to show'.”

Mayu said it calmly, tracing the boundary of his skin with her fingertip.

“Becoming sensitive here is only a matter of time… Eventually, this body will become one that is 'embraced'.”

At those words, something deep in Gō’s chest collapsed without a sound.

'…My body… becoming the one that’s embraced?'

Lowering his head, trembling with shame, Gō looked down at his own groin.

There was nothing left there—no pride, no symbol of manhood.

All that remained was skin that had been 'prepared' by someone else and the unbearable premonition of what lay ahead.

This was no longer his body.

It wasn’t a body 'for himself to see'.

It was a body 'to be shown to someone else'.

A vessel made solely to be 'turned into a woman'.

A vessel prepared simply 'to be embraced'.