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A Simple Spanking


As my marriage and slavery to my husband and owner has matured with time, I have gotten more adept at obedience, anticipating Jason's needs, and submitting to his will. As a result my slavery has involved less simple punishment and more servitude. Jason still plays with me, and it is my delight to suffer for him. My suffering is my offering to him and gives me much satisfaction.

Punishment is not a pleasure because it comes from my own failure. It is the consequence of my own obstinacy, self-centeredness, thoughtlessness, or lack of strength. Thus, when Jason punishes me, it is much more painful in my mind than any play or pain that we engage in for his pleasure. It is humiliating to me to be punished and that pain is worse than anything.

Jason had instructed that dinner was to be ready at 6:30 each evening. That day was difficult at work. Corporate headquarters was really getting on our case about security issues, and we had a meeting with a vendor to discuss wireless intrusion prevention systems that ran over its allotted time. Traffic was bad. I got home late, and when I got home I simply didn't follow through and get dinner prepared.

It is such a simple thing. Dinner. I could have whipped together Mac and Cheese with a side of vegies, but I let it slide. Jason came home at 7:00, and asked where dinner was. I panicked, and quickly made sandwiches, though we were out of good bread so I had to make them on hamburger buns. Some canned soup rounded out the meal, but all in all it was inadequate and late, and I knew it.

That evening, around 9:00, Jason turned to me and said quietly, "Siobhan, what happened with dinner tonight?"

The pang of panic ran through me again, and I said simply and truthfully, "I was tired, and late, and just didn't get it done. I am sorry. I will be better from now on."

Jason nodded thoughtfully. "All right. I understand. We all have slip ups from time to time. Present yourself for a spanking."

Tears came to my eyes, not because of the anticipated pain of a simple spanking, but because I was to be punished for failure, and that stung. I knew better than to protest, though. It could have been much worse, and at times it was.

I stood before Jason where he sat on the couch. I undid my jeans (Jason has allowed me to wear clothes in the house recently, which is a source of pride for me). Slipping them down around my ankles, I stepped out of them, picked them up and folded them neatly, putting them aside. I wore no panties underneath, as I did not yet have permission to wear underwear in Jason's presence. I had my top on, and socks, but was naked from the waist to my ankles.

Jason reached over to the side table where he keeps a few items and took out some handcuffs. I presented my wrists, and the cuffs snapped in place. The feeling of restraint was familiar, almost comfortable. I felt safe when I was restrained with Jason.

"Do you need your ankles restrained?" Jason asked.

I thought for a moment. The wrist restraints were to help me, as were ankle restraints. It is a natural reaction to try and cover and protect a part of your body when it is subjected to pain, and to struggle. Struggling during punishment inevitably prolongs the punishment and makes things worse. Thus, I welcome the restraints. However, I had been getting better at not fighting and submitting, and so I responded, "I want to try without ankle restraints, if that is OK with you, Jason. I think I can behave. I will do my best."

"Very well," Jason said. He took my hands and pulled me too him, and I followed his lead as he guided me to the couch where I first knelt and then slid over his lap. I am tall (not as tall as Jason, of course), and my body stretches the entire length of the sofa. My ankles stuck over one end, and cuffed wrists rested over the other end. My bare ass stuck up in the middle, where Jason's legs supported my waist and raised my buttocks higher.

I braced myself for the first stinging impact, but instead felt Jason caressing my ass cheeks. He was placing oil on them, liberally spreading the baby oil all around my ass and then down my thighs, and between my legs. I spread my legs slightly to allow him access (this was automatic for me, when Jason reaches to touch a part of my body I immediately make it accessible without thinking).

The oil made my flesh more pleasurable for Jason. He liked to see my skin glisten. I was glad he was taking pleasure in me and it made me feel a little better. At the same time, I knew the oil increased the sting of a spanking and clenched my teeth, waiting for the first impact that would come at any time without warning. I buried my face in the soft pillows of the couch.

Jason continued rubbing oil into my flesh, raising my top to expose my back and sides. My skin was slippery with the stuff, so when Jason's finger probed between my legs he slipped quickly and easily into my pussy and deep inside. I gasped at the unexpected intrusion and almost closed my legs, stopping myself just in time. I let him explore, probing deep inside me with first one and then two oiled fingers. He pressed up hard against the wall of my vagina, making me feel as if he were in my rectum as well; then he pressed down hard into my G spot, and I gasped again, feeling pleasure at his stimulation of my insides.

My ass rose almost involuntarily in response to his probing, my legs spreading slightly wider. It was at this point that he withdrew his hand and the palm raised high, and then descended onto my ass with an unexpected, stinging slap. I yelped, and my body shook at the pain. My feet went up instinctively but I caught myself and put them back down before Jason had to force them back in place.

Slaaappp... A second strike. The heat was already gathering on my skin as blood rushed to the surface. Slaapp!  A third spank landed. The oil made each spank sting slightly more, but I was trained and didn't wriggle or kick. Instead I raised my ass slightly for Jason's easy access. I was proud of how I was good in submitting to him, even in punishment.

Instead of another spank, he delved deep inside my pussy once again. It felt good to have him inside and I moaned a little. Two fingers were inside me and his thumb was pressing against my exposed anus. It felt really good; the stinging heat of lingering pain from the spanks, combined with the probing.

Slaaaaaap!! Another strike, this one harder. I jerked slightly, and bit the cloth of the sofa rather than squeal. Strangely, I felt Jason's penis under my stomach. He had an erection and it was pressing into my hips. It made me want him to take me, but I knew I had to take my punishment first. I was glad he was deriving pleasure from it, which helped diminish the pain I felt in my ass and in my mind from experiencing punishment for my own failure.

Slaaaaaaaaaapppp!!!!  Each strike seemed to be worse. I know from experience - each strike builds on the last because the skin becomes more sensitive, inflamed and raw from previous impacts. My hands clutched the sofa as he continued alternating spanks with probes. The last few he pressed two fingers inside my pussy, his thumb well inside my ass, and his little finger extended out and rubbed my clit.

I didn't want the spanking to end. The pain had become pleasure, the pleasure merged with the pain, and I was groaning and grunting like an animal on his lap as he administered the punishment. It was the weirdest feeling to have the pain and pleasure merge so completely. It was getting to the point where I thought I might orgasm just from the stinging pain on my ass.

The spanking did end, but only when he lifted me up and turned me around so that I was sitting on his lap, facing away from him. He unzipped, produced his member, and slipped it with ease inside me. I leaned forward slightly to assure complete penetration and Jason proceeded to thrust deeply, his hands reaching up to my breasts. I rode him until I felt him explode inside of me, which didn't take long.

When he was finished, he took me in his arms, and cradled me. I felt complete, grateful for the spanking, grateful for the chance to submit and service my master and husband.


As my marriage and slavery to my husband and owner has matured with time, I have gotten more adept at obedience, anticipating Jason's needs, and submitting to his will. As a result my slavery has involved less simple punishment and more servitude. Jason still plays with me, and it is my delight to suffer for him. My suffering is my offering to him and gives me much satisfaction.

Punishment is not a pleasure because it comes from my own failure. It is the consequence of my own obstinacy, self-centeredness, thoughtlessness, or lack of strength. Thus, when Jason punishes me, it is much more painful in my mind than any play or pain that we engage in for his pleasure. It is humiliating to me to be punished and that pain is worse than anything.

Jason had instructed that dinner was to be ready at 6:30 each evening. That day was difficult at work. Corporate headquarters was really getting on our case about security issues, and we had a meeting with a vendor to discuss wireless intrusion prevention systems that ran over its allotted time. Traffic was bad. I got home late, and when I got home I simply didn't follow through and get dinner prepared.

It is such a simple thing. Dinner. I could have whipped together Mac and Cheese with a side of vegies, but I let it slide. Jason came home at 7:00, and asked where dinner was. I panicked, and quickly made sandwiches, though we were out of good bread so I had to make them on hamburger buns. Some canned soup rounded out the meal, but all in all it was inadequate and late, and I knew it.

That evening, around 9:00, Jason turned to me and said quietly, "Siobhan, what happened with dinner tonight?"

The pang of panic ran through me again, and I said simply and truthfully, "I was tired, and late, and just didn't get it done. I am sorry. I will be better from now on."

Jason nodded thoughtfully. "All right. I understand. We all have slip ups from time to time. Present yourself for a spanking."

Tears came to my eyes, not because of the anticipated pain of a simple spanking, but because I was to be punished for failure, and that stung. I knew better than to protest, though. It could have been much worse, and at times it was.

I stood before Jason where he sat on the couch. I undid my jeans (Jason has allowed me to wear clothes in the house recently, which is a source of pride for me). Slipping them down around my ankles, I stepped out of them, picked them up and folded them neatly, putting them aside. I wore no panties underneath, as I did not yet have permission to wear underwear in Jason's presence. I had my top on, and socks, but was naked from the waist to my ankles.

Jason reached over to the side table where he keeps a few items and took out some handcuffs. I presented my wrists, and the cuffs snapped in place. The feeling of restraint was familiar, almost comfortable. I felt safe when I was restrained with Jason.

"Do you need your ankles restrained?" Jason asked.

I thought for a moment. The wrist restraints were to help me, as were ankle restraints. It is a natural reaction to try and cover and protect a part of your body when it is subjected to pain, and to struggle. Struggling during punishment inevitably prolongs the punishment and makes things worse. Thus, I welcome the restraints. However, I had been getting better at not fighting and submitting, and so I responded, "I want to try without ankle restraints, if that is OK with you, Jason. I think I can behave. I will do my best."

"Very well," Jason said. He took my hands and pulled me too him, and I followed his lead as he guided me to the couch where I first knelt and then slid over his lap. I am tall (not as tall as Jason, of course), and my body stretches the entire length of the sofa. My ankles stuck over one end, and cuffed wrists rested over the other end. My bare ass stuck up in the middle, where Jason's legs supported my waist and raised my buttocks higher.

I braced myself for the first stinging impact, but instead felt Jason caressing my ass cheeks. He was placing oil on them, liberally spreading the baby oil all around my ass and then down my thighs, and between my legs. I spread my legs slightly to allow him access (this was automatic for me, when Jason reaches to touch a part of my body I immediately make it accessible without thinking).

The oil made my flesh more pleasurable for Jason. He liked to see my skin glisten. I was glad he was taking pleasure in me and it made me feel a little better. At the same time, I knew the oil increased the sting of a spanking and clenched my teeth, waiting for the first impact that would come at any time without warning. I buried my face in the soft pillows of the couch.

Jason continued rubbing oil into my flesh, raising my top to expose my back and sides. My skin was slippery with the stuff, so when Jason's finger probed between my legs he slipped quickly and easily into my pussy and deep inside. I gasped at the unexpected intrusion and almost closed my legs, stopping myself just in time. I let him explore, probing deep inside me with first one and then two oiled fingers. He pressed up hard against the wall of my vagina, making me feel as if he were in my rectum as well; then he pressed down hard into my G spot, and I gasped again, feeling pleasure at his stimulation of my insides.

My ass rose almost involuntarily in response to his probing, my legs spreading slightly wider. It was at this point that he withdrew his hand and the palm raised high, and then descended onto my ass with an unexpected, stinging slap. I yelped, and my body shook at the pain. My feet went up instinctively but I caught myself and put them back down before Jason had to force them back in place.

Slaaappp... A second strike. The heat was already gathering on my skin as blood rushed to the surface. Slaapp!  A third spank landed. The oil made each spank sting slightly more, but I was trained and didn't wriggle or kick. Instead I raised my ass slightly for Jason's easy access. I was proud of how I was good in submitting to him, even in punishment.

Instead of another spank, he delved deep inside my pussy once again. It felt good to have him inside and I moaned a little. Two fingers were inside me and his thumb was pressing against my exposed anus. It felt really good; the stinging heat of lingering pain from the spanks, combined with the probing.

Slaaaaaap!! Another strike, this one harder. I jerked slightly, and bit the cloth of the sofa rather than squeal. Strangely, I felt Jason's penis under my stomach. He had an erection and it was pressing into my hips. It made me want him to take me, but I knew I had to take my punishment first. I was glad he was deriving pleasure from it, which helped diminish the pain I felt in my ass and in my mind from experiencing punishment for my own failure.

Slaaaaaaaaaapppp!!!!  Each strike seemed to be worse. I know from experience - each strike builds on the last because the skin becomes more sensitive, inflamed and raw from previous impacts. My hands clutched the sofa as he continued alternating spanks with probes. The last few he pressed two fingers inside my pussy, his thumb well inside my ass, and his little finger extended out and rubbed my clit.

I didn't want the spanking to end. The pain had become pleasure, the pleasure merged with the pain, and I was groaning and grunting like an animal on his lap as he administered the punishment. It was the weirdest feeling to have the pain and pleasure merge so completely. It was getting to the point where I thought I might orgasm just from the stinging pain on my ass.

The spanking did end, but only when he lifted me up and turned me around so that I was sitting on his lap, facing away from him. He unzipped, produced his member, and slipped it with ease inside me. I leaned forward slightly to assure complete penetration and Jason proceeded to thrust deeply, his hands reaching up to my breasts. I rode him until I felt him explode inside of me, which didn't take long.

When he was finished, he took me in his arms, and cradled me. I felt complete, grateful for the spanking, grateful for the chance to submit and service my master and husband.

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Yes Mistress Pt 12


Sissy Brandi felt so ashamed standing in the dressing room of the lingerie department surrounded by women pointing and laughing at hur.

I hope you haven't ruined your panties with that clit stain!  If you'd only listened to mother when she told you to wear your panty liner!

I'm so sorry mommy.  Please don't be angry at me.

You probably did this on purpose as some way of humiliating me in public!  How dare you!

No, I didn't!  It was an accident.  I forgot to wear my panty liner.

I feel so humiliated!  You've shamed me in public.  I think you need to feel what it's like to be shamed in public so you never do this to me again.

Please don't punish me, please.

If you didn't want to get punished then you shouldn't have done this to me.  It hurts me just as much as you to have to do this.  Remove your panties.

Brandi paused hoping Veronica would change her mind.

I said remove your panties sissy!

Brandi obeyed, quickly lowering hur panties to hur ankles, then stepping out of them, leaving hur standing in the center of the mirrored room in only hur thigh high stockings and stiletto heels.

Now rub your clit like I taught you to do it.  Brandi looked at Veronica with sad eyes hoping she wouldn't make hur go through with this.

Go on now Brandi, rub yourself right here in front of everyone.  Humiliate yourself like you humiliated me by wetting your panties.

Brandi flattened her hand and began to rub hur engorged sissy clit the way Veronica had taught hur.

The sisters both began laughing again as they watched poor Brandi masturbate.

Don't you cum sissy.  You don't ever cum unless Mommy says you can.

Yes Mommy, I won't cum.

That's a good gurl, keep rubbing your clit.

They all watched as Brandi continued to rub hurself for their pleasure.

The sales lady walked in and stopped in her tracks when she saw what was happening.

You can't do that in here!

Everyone froze, not knowing what to do.

Well, you can't do that in here without me getting to watch too!

She handed Veronica some lingerie.

I thought some of these would be nice for the sissy to wear.  Very appropriate for hur now that hur little sissy tits are coming out so nicely.

She eyed Brandi's lovely small breasts.

The sisters both had their hands up their skirts as they watched Brandi continue to rub hur hard clit.

Ladies, there's no need to pleasure yourselves.  Not with a sissy present.  It's hur job to satisfy the ladies in the room.  Sit down on those chairs.  Now Brandi, I want you got give these nice ladies head.

But Mother, I don't want to do that.  I don't even know them.

Do it now!  Are you trying to embarrass me again?!

Brandi got on hur knees and lifted the skirt of the first sister and reached up and pulled her panties down.  Her pussy was sopping wet and quite fragrant.

I see you haven't cleaned up in a few hours dear, Veronica said.  No matter, Brandi here will clean you up with hur mouth.  Isn't that right Brandi?!

Yes, Mother.

Brandi lowered hur mouth over the sister's cunt, first licking her entire pussy up and down slowly.  She threw her head back at the sensation and moaned loudly.  Brandi's tongue continued to lick slowly up and down her slit, getting in all the crevices.

Brandi here is an expert pussy licker.  You see that's the only way a sissy like hur can get anywhere near a pussy.  Doesn't that feel good dear?  I can't even take credit for teaching hur to be such a good cunt licker.  I think it was hur wife that taught hur.

Brandi's tongue was flicking gently at the sister's clit now as her own sister masturbated to the show.

The first sister began to shake and came on Brandi's face.







Sissy Brandi felt so ashamed standing in the dressing room of the lingerie department surrounded by women pointing and laughing at hur.

I hope you haven't ruined your panties with that clit stain!  If you'd only listened to mother when she told you to wear your panty liner!

I'm so sorry mommy.  Please don't be angry at me.

You probably did this on purpose as some way of humiliating me in public!  How dare you!

No, I didn't!  It was an accident.  I forgot to wear my panty liner.

I feel so humiliated!  You've shamed me in public.  I think you need to feel what it's like to be shamed in public so you never do this to me again.

Please don't punish me, please.

If you didn't want to get punished then you shouldn't have done this to me.  It hurts me just as much as you to have to do this.  Remove your panties.

Brandi paused hoping Veronica would change her mind.

I said remove your panties sissy!

Brandi obeyed, quickly lowering hur panties to hur ankles, then stepping out of them, leaving hur standing in the center of the mirrored room in only hur thigh high stockings and stiletto heels.

Now rub your clit like I taught you to do it.  Brandi looked at Veronica with sad eyes hoping she wouldn't make hur go through with this.

Go on now Brandi, rub yourself right here in front of everyone.  Humiliate yourself like you humiliated me by wetting your panties.

Brandi flattened her hand and began to rub hur engorged sissy clit the way Veronica had taught hur.

The sisters both began laughing again as they watched poor Brandi masturbate.

Don't you cum sissy.  You don't ever cum unless Mommy says you can.

Yes Mommy, I won't cum.

That's a good gurl, keep rubbing your clit.

They all watched as Brandi continued to rub hurself for their pleasure.

The sales lady walked in and stopped in her tracks when she saw what was happening.

You can't do that in here!

Everyone froze, not knowing what to do.

Well, you can't do that in here without me getting to watch too!

She handed Veronica some lingerie.

I thought some of these would be nice for the sissy to wear.  Very appropriate for hur now that hur little sissy tits are coming out so nicely.

She eyed Brandi's lovely small breasts.

The sisters both had their hands up their skirts as they watched Brandi continue to rub hur hard clit.

Ladies, there's no need to pleasure yourselves.  Not with a sissy present.  It's hur job to satisfy the ladies in the room.  Sit down on those chairs.  Now Brandi, I want you got give these nice ladies head.

But Mother, I don't want to do that.  I don't even know them.

Do it now!  Are you trying to embarrass me again?!

Brandi got on hur knees and lifted the skirt of the first sister and reached up and pulled her panties down.  Her pussy was sopping wet and quite fragrant.

I see you haven't cleaned up in a few hours dear, Veronica said.  No matter, Brandi here will clean you up with hur mouth.  Isn't that right Brandi?!

Yes, Mother.

Brandi lowered hur mouth over the sister's cunt, first licking her entire pussy up and down slowly.  She threw her head back at the sensation and moaned loudly.  Brandi's tongue continued to lick slowly up and down her slit, getting in all the crevices.

Brandi here is an expert pussy licker.  You see that's the only way a sissy like hur can get anywhere near a pussy.  Doesn't that feel good dear?  I can't even take credit for teaching hur to be such a good cunt licker.  I think it was hur wife that taught hur.

Brandi's tongue was flicking gently at the sister's clit now as her own sister masturbated to the show.

The first sister began to shake and came on Brandi's face.






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Yes Mistress Pt 11


Veronica always kept poor Brandi on hur toes.  Just when s/he thought s/he had a handle on things, Veronica would do something to keep hur off balance.  Brandi had become at ease wearing women's clothing and makeup around the house.  Pedro the gardener still always got a good laugh though, even taking pictures of poor Brandi through the windows.  Brandi felt so embarrassed, but Veronica ordered hur to be a good gurl and pose for the pics if Pedro wanted hur to.

One Saturday, after giving Veronica a manicure and massage, she decided that they needed to go shopping.  Brandi got up to go to hur room and get dressed in hur only remaining men's clothes.

Where are you going Brandi dear?

I'm going to change clothes.  You wanted to go shopping, correct?

Yes, I do want to shop, but there's no need to change clothing sweetheart.

But I'll be in public.  I can't go out in public like this.

Why not?  You look so pretty, so effeminate and gurly.  Just look at your pert little breasts coming in so nicely.  It'd be a shame not to show them off.  Why what kind of person would I be if I didn't share you with the rest of the world?

Unknown to poor Brandi, contained in hur daily injections with the hormones was also an added drug that made hur obedient.  The parts of hur that wanted to resist would always lose to the drug.

Please don't make me do that Mother, please.

Brandi pleaded with the saddest little sissy face, pouting hur full red glossy lips.

Oh there there dear.  You'll be just fine.  Don't you worry.  Now do as you are told.

Yes Mother.

Mother drove Brandi downtown to the shopping district and pulled into the lot, handing the keys to the valet as he opened her door for her.  He saw that Veronica had a female passenger so he scurried around to the other side of the car to open hur door as well.  He tried to look up Brandi's short skirt as she swiveled in the seat to get out, offering his hand to help hur stand up in hur 6 inch heels.

Brandi really did look beautiful, stunning really.  The poor valet couldn't take his eyes off the two ladies as they walked toward the stores.

Veronica had poor Brandi approach the pretty salesgirl and ask where the lingerie department was.  Hur face was beet red as the sales lady looked hur up and down before replying.

Don't I know you?

Brandi didn't know how to reply, so Veronica chimed in.

Yes, this is Bradley, he used to be a man, but now s/he's a sissy and s/he needs some panties and bras.  Isn't that right Brandi?

Brandi bowed hur head and looked down at the ground as s/he nodded hur head affirmatively.

"I see", the salesgirl said as she held back her laughter.  "Well then, the ladies lingerie section is upstairs and to the right as you exit the escalator."

What do you say to the nice sales girl Brandi?

Thank you.

"You're welcome sissy Brandi," she said with smirk.

They made their way upstairs and a middle age woman greeted them at the lingerie section.

Welcome Ms Sutton, so nice to see you again and who is this with you.

This is sissy Brandi.  S/he used to be a man, well not really, but s/he certainly is a sissy now.  She needs some bras and panties because s/hes taking hormones and hur little titties are getting too big for hur old bras.  Isn't that right Brandi.

Brandi was so embarrassed, she just kept looking down at the floor as she nodded yes.

Well, I must say Ms Sutton, you've done an excellent job on hur.  S/he is certainly not a man at all anymore, if s/he ever was one that is.

The ladies broke into laughter at that comment.

Brandi looked up and noticed that the other women shopping there were all staring at hur.  S/he quickly looked back down.

Veronica grabbed the hem of Brandi's skirt and quickly lifted it exposing hur panties.  Brandi tried to stop her, but Veronica swatted hur hands.

See how hur panties fit?  S/he'll be needing some new ones.

Now all the other shoppers had gathered to look and were laughing as they inspected the contents of Brandi's panties.

I see, well, let's have hur go into the dressing room and I'll bring a few things that might suit hur.

Veronica led Brandi to the dressing room, opening the door to the largest booth and leaving it open.

Remove your pretty clothing now dear.

But Mother, people will see me.

Now now, there's no need for embarrassment we're all girls in here.  Do as Mommy tells you.

Two sisters in the dressing room witnessed the whole exchange and burst into laughter making poor Brandi's face red again.

What a sissy!

I know right?!

Look hur thingie is hard in hur panties!

Veronica turned to look at them and smiled. "Of course hur clit is hard, I've trained hur to always be hard in a lady's presence."

The girls laughed again.

"Oh now look what you've done" Veronica said to Brandi pointing to the crotch of hur panties, "you're all wet down there.  Didn't Mommy tell you to wear a panty liner?  Can't you do anything right?"

The sisters couldn't stop laughing.

Now Brandi remove your brassiere so we an all see your tiny titties.

Brandi looked down at the floor as s/he obediently removed hur bra exposing hur new tits.

To be Continued




Veronica always kept poor Brandi on hur toes.  Just when s/he thought s/he had a handle on things, Veronica would do something to keep hur off balance.  Brandi had become at ease wearing women's clothing and makeup around the house.  Pedro the gardener still always got a good laugh though, even taking pictures of poor Brandi through the windows.  Brandi felt so embarrassed, but Veronica ordered hur to be a good gurl and pose for the pics if Pedro wanted hur to.

One Saturday, after giving Veronica a manicure and massage, she decided that they needed to go shopping.  Brandi got up to go to hur room and get dressed in hur only remaining men's clothes.

Where are you going Brandi dear?

I'm going to change clothes.  You wanted to go shopping, correct?

Yes, I do want to shop, but there's no need to change clothing sweetheart.

But I'll be in public.  I can't go out in public like this.

Why not?  You look so pretty, so effeminate and gurly.  Just look at your pert little breasts coming in so nicely.  It'd be a shame not to show them off.  Why what kind of person would I be if I didn't share you with the rest of the world?

Unknown to poor Brandi, contained in hur daily injections with the hormones was also an added drug that made hur obedient.  The parts of hur that wanted to resist would always lose to the drug.

Please don't make me do that Mother, please.

Brandi pleaded with the saddest little sissy face, pouting hur full red glossy lips.

Oh there there dear.  You'll be just fine.  Don't you worry.  Now do as you are told.

Yes Mother.

Mother drove Brandi downtown to the shopping district and pulled into the lot, handing the keys to the valet as he opened her door for her.  He saw that Veronica had a female passenger so he scurried around to the other side of the car to open hur door as well.  He tried to look up Brandi's short skirt as she swiveled in the seat to get out, offering his hand to help hur stand up in hur 6 inch heels.

Brandi really did look beautiful, stunning really.  The poor valet couldn't take his eyes off the two ladies as they walked toward the stores.

Veronica had poor Brandi approach the pretty salesgirl and ask where the lingerie department was.  Hur face was beet red as the sales lady looked hur up and down before replying.

Don't I know you?

Brandi didn't know how to reply, so Veronica chimed in.

Yes, this is Bradley, he used to be a man, but now s/he's a sissy and s/he needs some panties and bras.  Isn't that right Brandi?

Brandi bowed hur head and looked down at the ground as s/he nodded hur head affirmatively.

"I see", the salesgirl said as she held back her laughter.  "Well then, the ladies lingerie section is upstairs and to the right as you exit the escalator."

What do you say to the nice sales girl Brandi?

Thank you.

"You're welcome sissy Brandi," she said with smirk.

They made their way upstairs and a middle age woman greeted them at the lingerie section.

Welcome Ms Sutton, so nice to see you again and who is this with you.

This is sissy Brandi.  S/he used to be a man, well not really, but s/he certainly is a sissy now.  She needs some bras and panties because s/hes taking hormones and hur little titties are getting too big for hur old bras.  Isn't that right Brandi.

Brandi was so embarrassed, she just kept looking down at the floor as she nodded yes.

Well, I must say Ms Sutton, you've done an excellent job on hur.  S/he is certainly not a man at all anymore, if s/he ever was one that is.

The ladies broke into laughter at that comment.

Brandi looked up and noticed that the other women shopping there were all staring at hur.  S/he quickly looked back down.

Veronica grabbed the hem of Brandi's skirt and quickly lifted it exposing hur panties.  Brandi tried to stop her, but Veronica swatted hur hands.

See how hur panties fit?  S/he'll be needing some new ones.

Now all the other shoppers had gathered to look and were laughing as they inspected the contents of Brandi's panties.

I see, well, let's have hur go into the dressing room and I'll bring a few things that might suit hur.

Veronica led Brandi to the dressing room, opening the door to the largest booth and leaving it open.

Remove your pretty clothing now dear.

But Mother, people will see me.

Now now, there's no need for embarrassment we're all girls in here.  Do as Mommy tells you.

Two sisters in the dressing room witnessed the whole exchange and burst into laughter making poor Brandi's face red again.

What a sissy!

I know right?!

Look hur thingie is hard in hur panties!

Veronica turned to look at them and smiled. "Of course hur clit is hard, I've trained hur to always be hard in a lady's presence."

The girls laughed again.

"Oh now look what you've done" Veronica said to Brandi pointing to the crotch of hur panties, "you're all wet down there.  Didn't Mommy tell you to wear a panty liner?  Can't you do anything right?"

The sisters couldn't stop laughing.

Now Brandi remove your brassiere so we an all see your tiny titties.

Brandi looked down at the floor as s/he obediently removed hur bra exposing hur new tits.

To be Continued



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Yes Mistress Pt 10

Brandi was slowly learning to be a good little subservient maid to Veronica.  Little by little Veronica nudged hur along in all aspects of hur life.  Gone were the manly workouts that Brandi had done when he was Brad.  Now he did some cardio to stay slender, no weight lifting, no basketball games.  Veronica put hur on a strict diet as well, limiting hur caloric intake and protein to keep hur muscles small and weak.

Veronica kept poor Brandi locked up in the house, not that there was any lack of chores to do.  Brandi kept the house nice and clean like a good little maid.  After a few weeks, Veronica came home with a present for Brandi.  It was in a brown paper bag and Brandi wondered what it might be.

Open it.

Brandi eagerly opened the bag and reached in.  S/he found a small glass bottle with liquid in it and a box of syringes.

I don't understand Mistress.

Of course your little sissy brain can't understand what is happening.  Those are your hormones dear.

Hormones?

Yes, I've decided that I need to further feminize you.  With those you will get softer skin and lose even more muscle.  Your breasts will grow and you will hopefully get a nice full round ass and hips.  Doc Evans said this is the newest compound and transforms a person farther than ever before.

But, I thought I was just here, you know temporarily; until I could pay you back and get back on my feet.  Until I could get my house back.

Veronica laughed hysterically.

Is that what your pretty little head was thinking dear?  I've decided I like having my own little sissy around too much to give you up.  No, you'll be here until I say you may leave.  Is that understood?

But, but.  I thought it was temporary.  I don't want to do this.  Please don't make me.

Oh, it'll be fine.  I'm sure the effects will not be permanent.  If you don't do this it's out on the streets for you and no chance to get your house and wifey back.  Now go on and inject yourself with the first treatment.  I would do it for you, but I want you to get used to doing it yourself, after all Mommy won't always be here to help you now.

Brandi obediently gave hurself hur very first injection.  It was the first of many, but as soon as the hormones raced through hur body s/he could already feel the effects.  Any desires to remain a man began to fade.  Brandi looked forward to getting dressed up and wearing makeup.  S/he felt tingly between hur legs when she thought about men.



Brandi was slowly learning to be a good little subservient maid to Veronica.  Little by little Veronica nudged hur along in all aspects of hur life.  Gone were the manly workouts that Brandi had done when he was Brad.  Now he did some cardio to stay slender, no weight lifting, no basketball games.  Veronica put hur on a strict diet as well, limiting hur caloric intake and protein to keep hur muscles small and weak.

Veronica kept poor Brandi locked up in the house, not that there was any lack of chores to do.  Brandi kept the house nice and clean like a good little maid.  After a few weeks, Veronica came home with a present for Brandi.  It was in a brown paper bag and Brandi wondered what it might be.

Open it.

Brandi eagerly opened the bag and reached in.  S/he found a small glass bottle with liquid in it and a box of syringes.

I don't understand Mistress.

Of course your little sissy brain can't understand what is happening.  Those are your hormones dear.

Hormones?

Yes, I've decided that I need to further feminize you.  With those you will get softer skin and lose even more muscle.  Your breasts will grow and you will hopefully get a nice full round ass and hips.  Doc Evans said this is the newest compound and transforms a person farther than ever before.

But, I thought I was just here, you know temporarily; until I could pay you back and get back on my feet.  Until I could get my house back.

Veronica laughed hysterically.

Is that what your pretty little head was thinking dear?  I've decided I like having my own little sissy around too much to give you up.  No, you'll be here until I say you may leave.  Is that understood?

But, but.  I thought it was temporary.  I don't want to do this.  Please don't make me.

Oh, it'll be fine.  I'm sure the effects will not be permanent.  If you don't do this it's out on the streets for you and no chance to get your house and wifey back.  Now go on and inject yourself with the first treatment.  I would do it for you, but I want you to get used to doing it yourself, after all Mommy won't always be here to help you now.

Brandi obediently gave hurself hur very first injection.  It was the first of many, but as soon as the hormones raced through hur body s/he could already feel the effects.  Any desires to remain a man began to fade.  Brandi looked forward to getting dressed up and wearing makeup.  S/he felt tingly between hur legs when she thought about men.



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Yes Mistress Pt 9



Brad felt strangely proud.  Proud that he had pleased Veronica and Melissa and proud that he looked so good as a female.  It was a feeling that scared him.  He'd never really given it much thought, but he always accepted that he was a man, there was nothing to think about; yet here he was dressed in women's clothing with full makeup and hair.  He didn't have much time to mull it over as Veronica immediately took over his thoughts with her orders.

Now that you are living under my roof, I will be expecting more and more from you.  I will try and ease you into the position, but eventually you will be expected to fulfill all your duties without being asked.  You will be expected to know what I want, when and where.

Veronica proceeded to train Brad on the many intricacies of serving her properly.  She could be very particular about the way things had to be done.  Melissa, having helped train the former maid, took Brad under her wing and helped him.

Veronica and Melissa went off to work and Brad began cleaning the house.  Vacuuming, cleaning and such in his maid's outfit somehow just felt so right.  The tight thong up his ass was a constant reminder of what he was wearing.  Pedro the gardener looked puzzled when he spotted Brad through the window, but his quizzical look soon turned to a smile as he laughed at poor Brad.

Brad did the laundry just like Veronica had told him.  He took each used panty from the hamper and licked the crotches clean with his tongue.  Then he hand washed all her fine lingerie in a basin and gently hung them to dry.

Hours passed quickly as the house was so big and there were so many things to do.  Brad was preparing the food to be cooked that evening for dinner when he saw Veronica's car pulling up.  He jogged over to the front door to greet her as he'd been instructed.

He stood by the door and opened it for her.  Then he curtsied as she enetered.  Melissa was with her again and she gave a smirk as she watched sissy Brad being so obedient.

Very good Brad.

Brad took their coats and walked them to the sitting area.

May I get you a drink mother?  Melissa?

I will have a scotch on the rocks.

Melissa asked for the same.

Brad went over to the wet bar and served two drinks for the ladies.

Thank you Brian.

You're welcome Ma'am.

Hmm, Brian.  That name doesn't seem to match you any longer.  How about I call you Brandi from now?  Do you think that matches the sissy Melissa?

Brandi sounds like a fine name for our little sissy.

Very well, you're name is now Brandi.

Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am.

Now Brandi, my feet are tired.

Brandi came over immediately and knelt before Veronica, removing her high heeled shoes.  S/he rubbed Veronica's stocking covered feet, kneeding them expertly as he'd learned to do to his wife Erika.

Mmm, that certainly feels wonderful.  You sure are good at that Brandi.  You seem to have a lot of experience serving women.

Brandi continued to rub Veronica's feet while the two ladies carried on their conversation about various men and how masculine this man or that was.  After they'd finished their drinks, Veronica decided she needed a bath.  Melissa was invited to stay for dinner, but she declined saying she was going to go home before it got too late.

Brandi followed Veronica upstairs to her bedroom where s/he was made to undress hur Mistress.  S/he stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing her lacy white bra underneath.  Her perfume was intoxicating and it aroused poor Brandi.  Next Brandi walked behind Veronica and undid the clasps on the waist of her skirt and lowered it to her ankles.  Veronica stepped out of her skirt and stood there in her garter belt, stockings, panties and bra.  If Brad was a real man he would have taken her on the spot, thrusting his hard cock into Veronica's cunt, but instead he stood there meekly, completely trusted by Veronica not to do a thing.

He reached around and undid the clips on Veronica's stockings and slid each of them down her silky legs one at a time.  Veronica lifted her delicate feet as Brad removed the stockings.  His hands trembled as the sexual feelings in him roared.  He undid her garter belt next and folded it neatly and placed it on the table.  Then he undid the clasps of Veronica's bra, pulling the two sides together to unhook them then slowly releasing them and lowering the delicate lacy cups to reveal Veronica's beautiful breasts.  Her nipples were rock hard and stood out like two ripe cherries ready to be devoured.

You like what you see Brandi?  Of course you do.  You long to touch those breasts don't you; to suck on Mommy's hard nipples?  It's a shame, but you'll never get to do those things.  No those things are only done by real men.  Now help Mommy with her panties.

Brad knelt down and put his finger tips into the waistband of Veronica's panties.  He gently tugged on them and brought them down over the hump of her perfectly round ass.  His face was inches from her and his poor cock was like a piece of wood.  The panties glided down her smooth legs to her tiny ankles and she stepped out of the panties.

Now lick them clean.

Brad brought the panties to his face and licked the dirty crotch clean with his tongue as Veronica watched with a smirk on her face.  How she enjoyed having a wimp sissy around, doing everything as ordered.

Now today I'll let you off with a warning, but in the future I expect you to have my bath ready for me.  Now go and get the tub ready.

Brad filled the bath with hot water and perfumed soaps.  He took Veronica's hand as she stepped into the tub, pointing her toes in to test the temperature.

Very good Brandi, it's just the right temperature.

Veronica sat down in the tub and sunk down to her neck under the hot soapy suds.

Now Brandi, you may give Mommy her bath now.

Brad got a soft towel and began to gently scrub Veronica's face and neck.  He slowly worked his way down her body cleaning her back and breasts, then her flat stomach.  Veronica spread her legs and told Brandi not to be shy and to do a good job cleaning Mommy's pussy.

After he'd finished her legs and feet, Brandi was ordered to get Mommy another drink and leave her to relax alone.

When she was ready, she called Brandi back and s/he stood there with a soft warmed towel and wrapped Veronica up and patted her dry.

Veronica put her hair in a towel and walked over to the bed and lay down spread eagle.

She motioned for Brad to come over and then pointed at her glistening cunt.

Mommy needs to cum.  Lick Mommy's cunt now.

Brad eagerly dove in, licking and sucking on Veronica's delicious cunt.  His expert tongue gave Veronica multiple orgasms.

When he was done, poor Brandi was sent downstairs to finish preparing dinner while Veronica took a cat nap.  Hur cock was so stiff and hard.  S/he thought about jacking off, but stopped hurself as s/he was afraid it would make Veronica angry if she found out.


Brad felt strangely proud.  Proud that he had pleased Veronica and Melissa and proud that he looked so good as a female.  It was a feeling that scared him.  He'd never really given it much thought, but he always accepted that he was a man, there was nothing to think about; yet here he was dressed in women's clothing with full makeup and hair.  He didn't have much time to mull it over as Veronica immediately took over his thoughts with her orders.

Now that you are living under my roof, I will be expecting more and more from you.  I will try and ease you into the position, but eventually you will be expected to fulfill all your duties without being asked.  You will be expected to know what I want, when and where.

Veronica proceeded to train Brad on the many intricacies of serving her properly.  She could be very particular about the way things had to be done.  Melissa, having helped train the former maid, took Brad under her wing and helped him.

Veronica and Melissa went off to work and Brad began cleaning the house.  Vacuuming, cleaning and such in his maid's outfit somehow just felt so right.  The tight thong up his ass was a constant reminder of what he was wearing.  Pedro the gardener looked puzzled when he spotted Brad through the window, but his quizzical look soon turned to a smile as he laughed at poor Brad.

Brad did the laundry just like Veronica had told him.  He took each used panty from the hamper and licked the crotches clean with his tongue.  Then he hand washed all her fine lingerie in a basin and gently hung them to dry.

Hours passed quickly as the house was so big and there were so many things to do.  Brad was preparing the food to be cooked that evening for dinner when he saw Veronica's car pulling up.  He jogged over to the front door to greet her as he'd been instructed.

He stood by the door and opened it for her.  Then he curtsied as she enetered.  Melissa was with her again and she gave a smirk as she watched sissy Brad being so obedient.

Very good Brad.

Brad took their coats and walked them to the sitting area.

May I get you a drink mother?  Melissa?

I will have a scotch on the rocks.

Melissa asked for the same.

Brad went over to the wet bar and served two drinks for the ladies.

Thank you Brian.

You're welcome Ma'am.

Hmm, Brian.  That name doesn't seem to match you any longer.  How about I call you Brandi from now?  Do you think that matches the sissy Melissa?

Brandi sounds like a fine name for our little sissy.

Very well, you're name is now Brandi.

Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am.

Now Brandi, my feet are tired.

Brandi came over immediately and knelt before Veronica, removing her high heeled shoes.  S/he rubbed Veronica's stocking covered feet, kneeding them expertly as he'd learned to do to his wife Erika.

Mmm, that certainly feels wonderful.  You sure are good at that Brandi.  You seem to have a lot of experience serving women.

Brandi continued to rub Veronica's feet while the two ladies carried on their conversation about various men and how masculine this man or that was.  After they'd finished their drinks, Veronica decided she needed a bath.  Melissa was invited to stay for dinner, but she declined saying she was going to go home before it got too late.

Brandi followed Veronica upstairs to her bedroom where s/he was made to undress hur Mistress.  S/he stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing her lacy white bra underneath.  Her perfume was intoxicating and it aroused poor Brandi.  Next Brandi walked behind Veronica and undid the clasps on the waist of her skirt and lowered it to her ankles.  Veronica stepped out of her skirt and stood there in her garter belt, stockings, panties and bra.  If Brad was a real man he would have taken her on the spot, thrusting his hard cock into Veronica's cunt, but instead he stood there meekly, completely trusted by Veronica not to do a thing.

He reached around and undid the clips on Veronica's stockings and slid each of them down her silky legs one at a time.  Veronica lifted her delicate feet as Brad removed the stockings.  His hands trembled as the sexual feelings in him roared.  He undid her garter belt next and folded it neatly and placed it on the table.  Then he undid the clasps of Veronica's bra, pulling the two sides together to unhook them then slowly releasing them and lowering the delicate lacy cups to reveal Veronica's beautiful breasts.  Her nipples were rock hard and stood out like two ripe cherries ready to be devoured.

You like what you see Brandi?  Of course you do.  You long to touch those breasts don't you; to suck on Mommy's hard nipples?  It's a shame, but you'll never get to do those things.  No those things are only done by real men.  Now help Mommy with her panties.

Brad knelt down and put his finger tips into the waistband of Veronica's panties.  He gently tugged on them and brought them down over the hump of her perfectly round ass.  His face was inches from her and his poor cock was like a piece of wood.  The panties glided down her smooth legs to her tiny ankles and she stepped out of the panties.

Now lick them clean.

Brad brought the panties to his face and licked the dirty crotch clean with his tongue as Veronica watched with a smirk on her face.  How she enjoyed having a wimp sissy around, doing everything as ordered.

Now today I'll let you off with a warning, but in the future I expect you to have my bath ready for me.  Now go and get the tub ready.

Brad filled the bath with hot water and perfumed soaps.  He took Veronica's hand as she stepped into the tub, pointing her toes in to test the temperature.

Very good Brandi, it's just the right temperature.

Veronica sat down in the tub and sunk down to her neck under the hot soapy suds.

Now Brandi, you may give Mommy her bath now.

Brad got a soft towel and began to gently scrub Veronica's face and neck.  He slowly worked his way down her body cleaning her back and breasts, then her flat stomach.  Veronica spread her legs and told Brandi not to be shy and to do a good job cleaning Mommy's pussy.

After he'd finished her legs and feet, Brandi was ordered to get Mommy another drink and leave her to relax alone.

When she was ready, she called Brandi back and s/he stood there with a soft warmed towel and wrapped Veronica up and patted her dry.

Veronica put her hair in a towel and walked over to the bed and lay down spread eagle.

She motioned for Brad to come over and then pointed at her glistening cunt.

Mommy needs to cum.  Lick Mommy's cunt now.

Brad eagerly dove in, licking and sucking on Veronica's delicious cunt.  His expert tongue gave Veronica multiple orgasms.

When he was done, poor Brandi was sent downstairs to finish preparing dinner while Veronica took a cat nap.  Hur cock was so stiff and hard.  S/he thought about jacking off, but stopped hurself as s/he was afraid it would make Veronica angry if she found out.
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Yes Mistress Pt 8




 Brad didn't know what to say, so he just walked back out to his room.  He tried to think of what he should do.  He was really stuck, Veronica had the papers to his house, he had no clothes, nothing.  She owned him.  He decided he'd better do what she said and perhaps he'd be able to work off some of his debt and get his house back some day.

He opened the top drawer and it was filled with lingerie; panties, bras, stockings and garter belts.  The lower drawers had all sorts of feminine clothing, cute t shirts and sweats, casual wear.  The closet was filled with dresses, skirts, blouses and other clothing.  It didn't occur to Brad how much thought must have gone into purchasing all of these things for him.  He found a French maid outfit hanging in the closet and took it out.  He held it in front of himself and stood before the mirror.  Guess it'll fit, he thought as he began to undress from the last of his male clothing.

His body was still smooth from the full shaving he'd given himself.  It felt strange at first, but he actually found himself enjoying the sensation of having smooth skin against his new soft clothing.  He put on the apron like outfit and then noticed the garter clips hanging there.  He went to the drawer and picked out some black stockings.  It felt good slipping them over his bare legs and he caught himself arching his back as he reached back to clip the garters to his stockings.  He went back to the closet and brought out some 6 inch high heels and slipped them on.  He could barely balance in them so he took them off and found some cute black two inch sandals.

He checked and rechecked himself in the mirror before returning to the kitchen.  Veronica was reading the news on her tablet and didn't even look up when he entered.

"I'd like some fresh squeezed orange juice please." she said without so much as a glance his way.

Yes, Ma'am

Brad went to the fridge and got out some oranges and began preparing them.  He found the juicer and made the juice for Veronica.

He brought over the glass to her and she took it from him, again without even looking his way.

She took one small sip and then asked for some espresso.

Brad found the coffee and did his best to make a good espresso.

When he brought it back to her, she finally looked at him.

You look awful, she said, taking the beverage from him.

Why aren't you wearing any makeup?

I don't know, I mean, I didn't know I was supposed to..

Oh stop your excuse making!

Just then Melissa walked into the room.  She burst into laughter when she saw Brad in the French maid outfit and began taking pics of him with her phone.

OMG, I can't believe this, what a wimp!

I know, but doesn't S/HE look horrible?!  S/HE needs some makeup, don't you think?

Definitely!

The ladies brought Brad back to his room and sat him down in front of the mirror.  They brought out all the makeup Veronica had bought for him.  They started brushing his hair which had started to get long since he couldn't afford his regular hair cuts anymore.  Then they started applying makeup to his face.  Eye shadow, blush, mascara, lipstick.  When they were done, Brad couldn't believe his eyes.  It was scary how feminine he looked.  Part of him liked it, but part hated it too and he was afraid to show them either side, so he kept quiet.

There, doesn't S/he look pretty now Melissa?

S/he sure does Veronica.





 Brad didn't know what to say, so he just walked back out to his room.  He tried to think of what he should do.  He was really stuck, Veronica had the papers to his house, he had no clothes, nothing.  She owned him.  He decided he'd better do what she said and perhaps he'd be able to work off some of his debt and get his house back some day.

He opened the top drawer and it was filled with lingerie; panties, bras, stockings and garter belts.  The lower drawers had all sorts of feminine clothing, cute t shirts and sweats, casual wear.  The closet was filled with dresses, skirts, blouses and other clothing.  It didn't occur to Brad how much thought must have gone into purchasing all of these things for him.  He found a French maid outfit hanging in the closet and took it out.  He held it in front of himself and stood before the mirror.  Guess it'll fit, he thought as he began to undress from the last of his male clothing.

His body was still smooth from the full shaving he'd given himself.  It felt strange at first, but he actually found himself enjoying the sensation of having smooth skin against his new soft clothing.  He put on the apron like outfit and then noticed the garter clips hanging there.  He went to the drawer and picked out some black stockings.  It felt good slipping them over his bare legs and he caught himself arching his back as he reached back to clip the garters to his stockings.  He went back to the closet and brought out some 6 inch high heels and slipped them on.  He could barely balance in them so he took them off and found some cute black two inch sandals.

He checked and rechecked himself in the mirror before returning to the kitchen.  Veronica was reading the news on her tablet and didn't even look up when he entered.

"I'd like some fresh squeezed orange juice please." she said without so much as a glance his way.

Yes, Ma'am

Brad went to the fridge and got out some oranges and began preparing them.  He found the juicer and made the juice for Veronica.

He brought over the glass to her and she took it from him, again without even looking his way.

She took one small sip and then asked for some espresso.

Brad found the coffee and did his best to make a good espresso.

When he brought it back to her, she finally looked at him.

You look awful, she said, taking the beverage from him.

Why aren't you wearing any makeup?

I don't know, I mean, I didn't know I was supposed to..

Oh stop your excuse making!

Just then Melissa walked into the room.  She burst into laughter when she saw Brad in the French maid outfit and began taking pics of him with her phone.

OMG, I can't believe this, what a wimp!

I know, but doesn't S/HE look horrible?!  S/HE needs some makeup, don't you think?

Definitely!

The ladies brought Brad back to his room and sat him down in front of the mirror.  They brought out all the makeup Veronica had bought for him.  They started brushing his hair which had started to get long since he couldn't afford his regular hair cuts anymore.  Then they started applying makeup to his face.  Eye shadow, blush, mascara, lipstick.  When they were done, Brad couldn't believe his eyes.  It was scary how feminine he looked.  Part of him liked it, but part hated it too and he was afraid to show them either side, so he kept quiet.

There, doesn't S/he look pretty now Melissa?

S/he sure does Veronica.


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