As his weight loss became more noticible, I was beginning to see his Adam's apple. One of the reasons I'd hooked up with Jody in the first place was that he was always a little chunky, and I was always turned off by large Adam's apples. Something about them creep me out, but his extra padding toned it down. Now I had to find another way.
Then, Jody got laryngitis. He was absolutely miserable, and couldn't speak for a week. I found a faux ivory cameo choker in a boutique at the mall, and used it with the medallion. His neck didn't change size, but his Adam's apple wasn't showing anymore.
The next morning, Jody had his voice back. Not exactly his, actually. It sounded more like a husky woman with a deep voice than a man's voice after that. He completely wrote off the change in his voice to the laryngitis. I was so relieved not to have to stare at his Adam's apple that I didn't even notice how much sexier I found his new alto voice.
I had made sure to keep "backups" of each stage of Jody's development, by stealing and labeling a pair of his boxers the night before I made a new change. I kept a digital snapshot of each stage on record, too. I quickly learned how to make small changes to his face, in an attempt to keep loose skin from being a problem. I would never have guessed how useful the bits of latex mask at the halloween store could be.
After eight weeks of Jody's "diet," he was looking pretty good. He still had a little bit of a pot belly, but his upper torso was slim and trim. His neck was long and graceful, unmarred by some huge ugly lump in his throat. Most would call him a pretty boy, and I thought he was hotter than ever. Jody was feeling more self-confident, and our sex life was better than it had ever been.
