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His dismissive tone propelled me out of the room. When I had changed back into by own clothes, with only the red panties and white fishnets to remind me of my sudden and unexpected turn to crossdressing, I hastened out of the apartment as fast as my tired legs could carry me. As I did so, I couldn't help glancing down to ensure that nothing was showing of the feminine underwear and hosiery that I was still wearing underneath my trousers and socks.
I waited outside the building for only ten minutes. But I kept expecting every person who passed me by to stop and point at me, or give me an accusatory stare, or just burst into derisive laughter. It was a relief when Jillian finally arrived in her car... until I realised I would now have to survive her scrutiny as well.
"So, how was it darling?" she asked brightly as I slid awkwardly into the passenger seat, trying to hold the top of my pants in place so that they wouldn't somehow slide down and reveal what was underneath.
"It was fine," I muttered. But realising that tone would simply invite more questions than I wanted to answer, I forced a wan smile onto my face. "No, it was good. He had me doing some, uh, fairly basic work, but it was nice to have something to do." That much at least was true.
"Oh, that's great sweetheart," said Jillian, reaching out with her hand to squeeze mine briefly before returning it to the steering wheel. The relief in her voice was obvious. "So, you'll be going back for more?"
More? More housework? More humiliation? More female clothes? More crazy demands, like shaving off all by body hair? More chances for him to hit me, or spank me, or caress me, or take his great big cock out and... More of that?
No. Not a chance. Not happening. It was time for Emile to stand up and be a man. No more moping at home, feeling sorry for myself. No more isolation. No more fears and no more secrets. And no red panties, not under any circumstances.
Only, what I said was: "Sure, he wants me back there next Monday."
As I half-listened to my wife tell me what a good idea it was, and how wonderful Warren was being to help me out, and how she was sure I'd soon be able to get a "proper job" again, I was also thinking about the tights I could feel under my pants, and the lacy feel of the boyshorts against my cock.
Warren, I knew, had pushed me down a rabbit hole. And the only question right now was
how much further he would make me go...
To be continued
- COMMENTS
Son_of_Battlesover 1 year agoI'm enjoying the MCs inner turmoil-the fantasy to be strong when all of your instincts are shouting for you to protect yourself by going along. I also like the slight enjoyment we see him having with the crossdressing, but the stubbornness to accept it because it's being 'forced' on him. Off I go to part 3
Anonymousover 1 year agoSuch bullshit! The MC articulates perfectly why he should do things and their successful outcomes, then just does the opposite with the opposite outcome. It's not sexy, it's stupid.
