**Beyond the Threshold of Shame**

Regulus's eyes remained fixed on the dealer, his body trembling with a mix of fear and revulsion. The dealer's gaze seemed to linger on him, taking in every detail of his physique. Regulus felt like a specimen under a microscope, his vulnerability and shame on full display. The dealer chuckled again, seeming to enjoy Regulus's discomfort. "You're a delicate thing, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I think we can work something out." Regulus didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on the dealer. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape. The dealer's smile grew wider, and he reached out a hand to touch Regulus's cheek. "Don't be shy, kid," he said, his voice softening slightly. "I've seen it all before. You're not the first one to come to me with a problem like yours." Regulus flinched at the touch, but he didn't pull away. He felt like he was in a state of shock, his body numb and unresponsive. The dealer's hand dropped to his side, and he stood up from the couch. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "I can help you with what you need, but it's going to cost you. Are you willing to pay the price?" Regulus hesitated, his mind racing with thoughts of desperation and fear. He knew what he was getting himself into, but he wasn't sure if he had a choice. The dealer's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and Regulus felt like he was losing himself in the darkness. The dealer gestured to a door on the far side of the room. "Let's take a look at what I have to offer," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Maybe we can find something that suits your needs." Regulus nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He followed the dealer to the door, his eyes fixed on the floor. As they walked, he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. His body was still trembling with fear, and his eyes looked sunken and desperate. The door creaked open, revealing a small room filled with strange objects and equipment. Regulus's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mind reeling with confusion and fear. The dealer smiled, seeming to enjoy Regulus's reaction. "Welcome to my workshop," he said, his voice dripping with pride. "This is where I create my masterpieces." Regulus's eyes scanned the room, taking in the various objects on display. There were jars of strange liquids, peculiar devices, and a large chair in the center of the room. The dealer's eyes seemed to linger on Regulus, and he felt a surge of fear. The dealer gestured to the chair. "Please, sit down," he said, his voice softening slightly. "We'll get started right away." Regulus hesitated, but his desperation won out. He sat down in the chair, his eyes fixed on the dealer. The dealer smiled, and began to prepare him for the procedure. As the dealer's hands touched his skin, Regulus felt a surge of pain and discomfort. But he was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost. The dealer's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and Regulus felt like he was losing himself in the darkness. The procedure began, and Regulus felt a wave of transformation wash over him. His body began to change, his features shifting and morphing into something new. He felt a surge of slickness between his legs, and his cunt began to take shape. Regulus looked down, and his eyes widened in shock. His cunt was completely hairless, and it glistened with a slick, wet sheen. He felt a surge of revulsion and shame, but he knew that he had no choice. He was trapped in this new reality, and he would have to learn to live with it. The dealer smiled, seeming to enjoy Regulus's reaction. "You're a beautiful thing, kid," he said, his voice dripping with pride. "You're going to make a lot of people very happy." Regulus didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on his new body. He felt like he was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape. The dealer's eyes seemed to linger on him, and Regulus knew that he was in for a long and difficult journey.