The Roommate Ch. 01

Chapter 5:

Sunday morning I woke up to my covers being removed and Vicki standing over me. As I looked up at her I saw the scorn look on her face. I looked down at my crotch to find that I was erect once again. I never thought the feel of satin panties on a shaved crotch would feel as good as it does and give me such a reaction. As I lay on my back and Vicki stood to my left, she grabbed my left arm and left leg and flipped me over onto my stomach. She obviously worked out as she flung me like a rag doll. She then jumped on the bed to land and sit on my back pinning me down to submition. She reminded me off her no erect penis rule before she began to spank me over fifty times. I screamed and cried into my pillow as she beat me again. She said that it was for my own good and that the punishment would help me learn her rules of the house. After she stopped, she rubbed my bottom to sooth the pain, telling me that I had to learn and she hated to have to resort to those levels. I began to calm down as she caressed my panty clad ass. At one point, she rubbed the thong panties between my ass, and sent a chill through my body. She remarked that I obviously had a sensitive anus like a women's vagina. Laughing at her own joke, she got off of me and told me of my chores at hand.

Sense I had repeatedly defiled her home with my penis, and I now owed her quite a bit of money, my duties would now increase and I would also have to take on more responsibilities. She added that we would have a friendship and a work relationship. As friends, we were equals but I still had to keep up with my responsibilities. In a work relationship, I would have to do all that the she asked, refer to her as "Madame Vicki," and curtsy when I encountered her. I could also not speak until spoken to and think of myself as her personal maid. She added that I would know when to act what way depending on her mood and how she spoke to me. She said that the terms would be temporary and would end once I paid her back and complied with all of her wishes. When we were in friendly mode, I would be referred to as "Danielle," when we were in work mode I would be referred to as "Miss Danielle". I sat and stared at her in shock of what I had just heard. We had had such a good day before, despite the spanking of course, and now because I keep getting hard due to my new required clothing, things had changed once more.

Noticing her tone and feeling the sting of my ass, I said, "Madame Vicki, may I use the restroom?" I was permitted to due so and commended on how I addressed her. As I got out of bed, I swallowed my pride and curtsied before I left the room. As I walked away, I heard her tell me to sit down to pee as women don't stand, as I merely replied "Yes Madame Vicki." As I sat on the toilet with my panties around my ankles and looking at myself, I broke down and cried. I tried to pull off my new breast but found that it hurt and I was only pulling my own skin underneath the breast. I then tried to chip off the fingernail tips from my hands and found they also would not come off. My hair was styled in such a way that I would have to cut it all off and let it grow out to reverse. I had been beaten. I had been completely feminized and now placed in servitude by this woman whom I desired but also wanted to despise. I then heard her knock on the door.

"Oh Miss Danielle, I hope you didn't fall in. Are you alright?"

"Yes Madame Vicki, I'll be right out."

"Good girl, now hop to it. You have a busy day ahead of you young lady."

"Yes Madame Vicki."

Before standing, I wiped the tip of my penis and made sure to tuck it far back between my legs then stood to pull up my panties. I washed up and tried to pull myself together. I fixed my hair before leaving the restroom. As I opened, Vicki stood waiting, in which I reacted my curtsying to her and holding my pose and looking at the floor. She went on to tell me of my tasks of the day and that she had my clothes waiting for me in my room. She added that I needed to start waking up earlier than her, dress myself, prepare breakfast and coffee for her and then help her dress. I would then do all daily chores and then change and go to work to then come home and change again to my female self and prepare for here arrival. I curtsied again before leaving to my room to find my clothes for the day. I found a white lace bustier, white lace thong panties, white lace garter belt, black thigh high stockings, a black V'd neck mock wrap dress and 2 inch black high heels. As I dressed I realized that everything fit like a glove and that the clothes were all new and bought just for me. I had to say that I did feel pretty sexy with the finished look. Vicki sure did know how to compose a great look with clothing.

I went into the kitchen and put on my apron and went in to help Vicki get dressed. When I entered the room, she was wearing the same underwear that I was and nothing else, but hers were all in black. I curtsied and helped her compile her clothes for the day and dressed her. I felt privileged to be in her presence and touch her as I dressed her. I was then to kneel at her feet and put on her shoes for her. She looked down at me and said something about I now knew my place at her feet. I only replied with "Yes Madame Vicki." She smiled then had me sit at her make-up table and do my make-up. She told me everything that she did and told me how to apply it and when I was free to practice as I would need to do it my self and in the future for her as well. After our make-up was done we sat down and ate breakfast without speaking a word. After which, I cleaned up and did the dishes as she again went through my male clothes removing what she thought as daft and throwing away. She added that I now had some new clothes to wear to work that were more fashionable. What was left, were only the clothes that she bought for me what was originally there and all my clothes that I had moved in with were discarded. The only thing left that I had moved in with were a pair of men's shoes to wear to work and nothing else. My old things were now history and my new life was a reality.

As I cleaned and did my chores, Vicki read the books she bought the day before. After I was done, I lit an incent to signal I was done and was then told to take out all the trash. It would be my first outing dress completely as a woman, but obviously not the last. After an uneventful trip to the dumpster, Vicki told me to once again kneel and massage her feet while she sat on the couch and read her book on domination and submition. What had I gotten my self into? I could be at Dodger Stadium eating a hotdog, drinking beer and watching a ball game with my friends. Instead, I was at the mercy of miss beautiful Vicki abiding to her every command. While I rubbed her feet, I looked at my feminized hands, keeping me in a constant reminder of how I was dressed and totally sissified. Vicki's next order to kiss her foot sealed my fate and hers. She watched as I kissed all over her well kept feet and remarked with simply "Good girl." The rest of the day was filled with completing her tasks and wishes and chores. Vicki rarely spoke to me, except to tell me to do something. I would simply curtsy and say "Yes Madame Vicki." After dinner, Vicki locked her self in her room and played music. I finished the house and readied for bed. After my bath, I found on my bed a black satin night gown and black satin panties with matching bra and robe. After I dressed, Vicki called me into her room as "Danielle." I went in to find her dressed in a similar night gown but in white and already in bed. She said that she hoped I liked my new pajamas and reminded me to get up at 5 a.m. to get everything and everyone ready. She then asked me to give her a good night hug. As she hugged me, she rubbed my back and hair, and remarked on how beautiful I smelled and looked. As I was pulling away to go to bed, she pulled me back in for a kiss, a long passionate kiss. She then told me to kiss lower, and I began kissing her neck then breast, then again lower to her satin covered stomach. She then pulled up her night gown to expose her shaven vagina and just said "lower." She then maneuvered my head to lick and kiss her sweet womanhood. I licked and licked until she climaxed all over my face, leaving me with a raging hard on in my panties. She pulled me up and kissed me on the lips again and said goodnight and reminded me not to masturbate.

I went to my room unfulfilled but loved that I got to give her such sweet pleasure and thought that I might get to fuck her. I grew hornier at the thought of her and couldn't resist getting up and getting another pair of panties out of the drawer. I went back to bed, pulled out my penis and wrapped it in the panties. I began jerking off thinking of fucking Vicki in her bed. My new breast jiggling as I pounded her. I then climaxed like I never had before into the panties and fell fast asleep in my mess.

Chapter 6:

I awake to my alarm at 5 a.m. to get me up. I seeked out to clean my self up and get into the shower and put away my dirty clothes. After my shower and shave, I dressed in a similar outfit from the day before. I had a hard time putting on the bra with my nails being so long and couldn't wait to remove the breast and nails. I started breakfast and then tried to put on make-up. I was only going to wear it until Vicki went to work and then I would clean up and change to go to work as a man again. I woke up Vicki and curtsied as she opened her eyes. She commented on how good I looked and hoped I slept well and that she slept great. She readied herself with a little help from me with a bustier, and then we sat down to eat. After we ate and I cleaned up, she told me wear my under things all day and that she would help me remove the breast and nail polish, not the long nails themselves. After the breasts were removed, I felt a great weight lifted off of me and the she told me how to remove the nail polish. She went on to say that she had paid good money for the acrylic nails and that I keep wearing them and that I would have to get them removed from the beauty shop, and also that I had to apply a clear coat of polish to them. I couldn't believe that I would be wearing the long nails, panties, bustier and thigh high stockings attached to the garters on the bustier all day at work. Vicki simply patted me on the head, reminded me of my duties and left work. The day was already starting out bad, and I had just got up.

I searched through my closet for work clothes only to find women's dress pants, a button up blouse and a jacket that matched the pants. After I dressed, I realized that the pants fit so fell and were tight around my butt, crotch and hips. I noticed the black stockings shown from the pants and that I would have to pass them off as shear socks. I brushed my hair back and gelled my bangs back then put my hair into a pony tail. I removed all my make-up as best as I could and took out the ear rings and put the gold posts back in as not to have the piercings close up. I painted my long nails with the clear nail polish and sat as they dried. I thought I looked feminine but savvy and went to work.

I worked as a part-time IT tech at a firm downtown. I had to help what ever secretaries or lawyers that had computer or phone issues. As I got to work, I tried to avoid everyone all day and to not be seen in my new attire. A few secretaries needed some help with some software problems, and then later in the day another couldn't get online. No one seemed to notice what I was wearing and my hair, or didn't say anything to me. I figured I was off the hook and then I had one more call before I got off work. One of the girls had a system crash and freaked out as she was typing a final draft for a lawyer's case. I had to get under her desk and found that she some how knocked the power plug from the back of her computer. As I crawled out from under the desk, I saw her staring at my exposed hose sticking out from the pant cuffs. She was smiling and made me think the worst. I tried to play it off until I was checking her system while bending over the desk to type in the password; she pulled and snapped one of the garters through my pants. I panicked and looked at her almost in tears. She said that I had very nice taste in lingerie and that she could see the outline of everything through my clothes, which she also remarked on were women's clothes. I could have died, and I began to beg her not to tell anyone. She wanted to know why I was wearing them. I told her quietly about my situation and that I didn't have any choice but to wear the clothes. She said that I looked great and that I had very lovely hair, nails, eyebrows, pierced ears and a great figure to full it off. I wanted to run away and hide. She then rubbed my back and said it was ok and my secret was safe with her but that the other people in the office had to notice some of my new changes. She added that at lunch she over heard some of the girls talking about some boy in girls clothes at the office. I must have turned beat red. She said that I should just be proud of my new clothes and no one would care. As she comforted me, I felt her pull and pop my bra strap and then laugh. She said that she had that done to her so many times and that it felt good to get back at a man for it. She finally introduced herself as Susan. She handed me her number and said that if I needed any help with "girl things" to call her. As I reached for her card, she made me lift up my pant leg to prove that I was wearing hose before she would give me her number. I merely lifted a pant leg till my black thigh high showed from the knee down. She sat and caressed my leg and remarked on how smooth and sexy it was. Out of fear, I told her I had to go and that I would call her. As I walked away, Susan reared back and slapped my ass and said goodbye. I must have turned 5 sheds of red as I left.

I left out of the back way to my car and drove home. As I drove I did something I hadn't done in awhile, I reached into my glove box and pulled out an old box of cigarettes and smoked one. I couldn't help but notice my long slender fingers with long nails as I smoked and tried to calm down after the days' events. As I drove, I thought about Susan and how she seemed to be turned on by what I was wearing. Maybe there was something positive to wearing feminine clothes.

When I entered the apartment, Vicki was already home and didn't look to happy. She wondered what took my so long and what did I do the night before. I told her that I went to bed after I left her room. In here hand, I saw the soiled panties I jerked off in. I looked at the ground as she wanted me to explain what happened. I had nothing to say in my defense. Without warning, she grabbed the back of my hair, and dragged me into my room. She ordered me to strip to my underwear and lay on top of the bed. I laid down and she stretched my limbs apart as she tied each appendage to the post on the bed. She jumped on top of me a gagged me with the cum soiled panties and then taped my mouth shut, after which she blindfolded me with a scarf. As I lay down, I heard her scolding me on breaking her no penis or masturbating rule and that I would be taught a lesson. I must have been immobilized for hours as I heard her scurry around the apartment and then leave. After a few hours, I had to pee and she returned and slammed the door closed. I grew fearful of what she might do. I felt her pull my panties down and lube my ass up. I then felt a sharp needle through the skin under my penis get pierced and I screamed into my gag. I then felt something get pulled through the piercing. Vicki then began prodding my anus with two fingers, in and out, then three fingers, then four. I began to scream and cry from the ordeal. I felt violated like I was being raped. Vicki then removed her fingers from almost fist fucking me then inserted something large into my rectum. She then pulled the object in my penis between my legs and attached it to what ever was in my ass. I then felt my panties pulled back up and my blindfold was removed. I was a mess afterwards, just sobbing into my gag and in pain. Vicki looked at me and told me everything she had just done.

"Sense you can't listen to my rule about masturbating or having an erection in my house, I simply took the temptation away from you. I pierced the skin under your dick and attached it to the butt plug in your ass. Now you have a very cute and feminine crotch. I am also going to put you on birth control with me to control your urges to whack it. I hoped that this is only a stepping stone and that we can go back to being girlfriends, but girlfriends don't have penises. Now, lay there and think about what you did, and I'll untie you when I'm ready for dinner."

I was to lay there for that long? And when would she remove the butt plug and piercing? How long would I stay dressed as a woman? And when would I be able to reclaim my manhood and escape Vicki's control of me? All of these questions ran through my head as I laid in bondage on my bed wearing lingerie. I began to cry and hope that all would be better in the end. I then remembered Susan and her kindness, maybe she could help me. But I couldn't call anyone while I was tied to the bed.

Vicki finally came in to untie me after she had eaten and was ready for bed. She told me to clean up her mess, shower and go to bed myself, after which, she went into her room and went to bed. I cleaned up and showered. I just looked at my crotch in the shower and cried. I would have to sit to pee from then on as well. When I got out of the shower and was drying off, I noticed in the mirror that I now had a feminine wiggle in my hips when I walked do to the butt plug in my ass. On the counter in the kitchen were two pink pills and a note that told me to take them. They were Vicki's birth control pills that I now also had to endure. I figured I would only be soft dicked for awhile due to the pills. I dressed in a pink night gown with pink satin panties and fell asleep crying, knowing that I had finally been broken by Vicki and the power of femininity.

Chapter 7:

The next morning went like the previous, except I picked my underwear remembering what would be seen through my clothes. I wore thong panties, pantyhose, and satin camisole along with a similar suit from the previous day. After a thorough inspection in the mirror, and that I had no lingerie lines showing through, I went to work. Vicki seemed to have avoided me and left without saying a word before I left.

Work seemed to go smoother except for the fact that I couldn't help but walk in a feminine manner do to the butt plug. Going to the restroom was a nightmare. I had to go into a stall and hope that no one looked underneath and see my under things. The highlight of my day was running into Susan at lunch, in which she wanted to chat some more. We talked as she felt up my hose covered leg. It seemed that she couldn't keep her hands off of me. She would rub my back and feel the outline of my camisole and run her fingers through my hair. She told me that she was fascinated with me and that she would love to go out that weekend. I told her yes and then gave her my number as well and then went back to work. I looked back to see her smile, probably about my feminine wiggle. I got more stares from others at work but continued my day avoiding everyone. One other woman commented me on my nails and asked where I got them done. I could not wait to go home. At the end of the day, my female boss came up to me to discuss some things. She pulled me into her office and came right out and asked about my appearance. I told her about my new roommate throwing away all my clothes and making me wear hers. My boss replied that is was better than coming to work naked, in which we both laughed. She approved of my clothes and told me everything was in dress code, but that if I wore heals I would have to wear a skirt as well. We both laughed again, making me feel more comfortable of the situation. She let me know she wouldn't let anyone mess with me and that I just be professional. She also commented on my hair, nails and eyebrows and said that we should go to the salon together and that she had never gone with a man. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and I left for the day. Once I returned home, Vicki was there and told me to sit next to her on the couch. She went on to apologize about the extreme punishment and hoped that it hadn't scared our friendly relationship. I wanted so much to tell her off but crumbled and told her it was okay. Vicki seemed so happy at that point telling me she would like to make it up to me with dinner and a movie. Vicki grabbed my arm and rushed me to my room. She told me to strip to my panties, applied my fake breast, and then dressed me in a bustier, stockings, little black evening dress and 3 ½ inch heels. She then dragged me to her vanity and applied my make-up and did my hair while I put on all of my jewelry. Vicki then painted my finger nail tips white giving me a French manicure then finished me up with her perfume. Vicki dressed in a similar outfit, threw me a black purse and we ran out of the door. We ate at Olive Garden as it didn't have a long wait. I was so worried that someone would notice me, but the night went off without a hitch. We had a great dinner, drank wine and talked about work and our lives. Afterwards, we went to the movies where Vicki sat with her hand rested on my knee the entire film; once and a while she would rub my stocking clad thigh. After the movie, we went out for a drink in which Vicki found out how much of a light weight I am. I don't remember much but I do remember guys hitting on me and Vicki telling to get off of her girlfriend. I later found out that she nearly had to carry me home and put me in bed. I awoke to find that I was going to be late for work and rushed to put on my pants, blouse, jacket and shoes and putting my hair in a quick pony tail. Once at work, I noticed a few cat calls and whistles but just rushed to clock in and not be late. I sat at my cubicle and notice first my nails. I still had the French manicure. I looked into the reflection of my black monitor to see my make-up still on from the night before, plus all of the jewelry and breast forms giving a nice rack. I freaked out and didn't know what to do. I first phoned Vicki and told her of the situation in which she just laughed and told me she couldn't help as she was in meetings all day. I then phoned my boss and asked her to my cubicle. Once she arrived, she could only put her hands to her mouth and gasp. I told her what had happed the night before and that I woke up late and forgot what I had on. I told her I could only take the breasts off with the adhesive remover that was at home and that I would be a laughing stock at work if I stayed in this situation. She agreed and said that it was best to go home and take the day off and come back the next day ready for work. I thanked her then dashed for the elevators. Getting in right behind me was Susan. She reacted the same way my boss did, except she started grabbing my breast, and trying to fixed my smeared make-up. I told her the story of why I was dressed that way and tried to make sense of it to Susan. She seemed so turned on by my appearance only saying that the next time I go out dressed like a woman to call her so she can join. While trying to remove my lip liner, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. We then started to caress each other as we made out down the elevator, only to have it open on the garage floor and be spotted my on lookers waiting to get on. We hurried out and walked to my car where made out more and Susan began groping my breasts. I blushed and told her I had to go before anyone else saw me. She told me to call her that night and that we should have a girl's night out. I told her I would and we kissed goodbye, then only to have her rub my feminized crotch. I pulled away to get in my car as she spanked my ass then walked away. I was so turned on as a drove home but knew that I couldn't masturbate once I got home. When I got home, I realized that I hadn't done my chores from the night before or that morning. I found a note on the table from Vicki telling me everything that I needed to do plus what I was to wear while I did it. The note read that she thought it be proper that I have a uniform while I cleaned and that I should wear it while working at home. My new uniform was on my bed and that I had to wear everything at all times while cleaning. I went to my room to find a French maid's uniform laying on my bed with all of the proper lingerie, shoes, apron and cap. I first showered and shaved, then applied lotion and perfume. After which, I dressed in the black padded panties, black lace and satin bra, satin steel boned zip up corset, black satin with white lace ruffled panties, black stockings attached to the corset, black satin and lace French maid's uniform, white satin and waist apron and fixed the cap to my hair. I put on the 4 inch black patent strap heels, and then sat to do my make-up and hair. I found a bottle of dark red nail polish on my dresser that had a note on it that read "wear me." I then sat and painted my long nails as best as I could. After my nails dried, I put on a pearl necklace and my hoop earrings and finished off with some of Vicki's perfume. I couldn't believe the finished look. I wanted to jack off at my own image in the mirror. I saw a beautiful French maid but I was looking at myself. I did not know then, but I would be bound to that uniform and Vicki for a long time.