To New Beginnings Ch. 03

I awoke the next morning to the sound of the alarm, in the haze of starting to come to, I noticed my normal morning wood straining against the 2" pink cage... and then as I began to move the butt plug came back into my head. I had almost forgotten it was there in my sleep... at least I slept through the night and didn't have to deal with it half way through sleep. Jennifer awoke beside me, rubbing her eyes, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smiled uncontrollably... damn it, how did I get here and like this already.

She got out of bed and tugged my hand over to the kitchen where she instructed me on how to make coffee. It was a huge process, I had never seen anything like it, I was used to helping my Mom by putting water in the machine and then the grounds. This was a whole other thing. We ground the beans by hand from a small bag, they smelled amazing, I don't think I've ever smelt fresh ground coffee before, it was so much better than the Folders my mom drank. From there the water was heated exactly to 175°F in a goose neck kettle, then we placed the filter in what she called a 60°-degree glass brewer that went into a server, fresh grounds into the filter and finally slowly poured the water over top in a circular pattern almost like watering a plant.

There was something about the pattern and routine of it all that I knew I would come to love, almost reminded me of writing code for a program and watching it come to life. We waited for the coffee to brew and finally placed it into our travel mugs. I took a sip and it was like I was in heaven. The warm liquid sending tingles throughout my body while being to taste every note of the beans. I had coffee in the past but this was something new and delicious. She headed over to her bed, pulling out a container out of bed, putting it on her bed and pulling out some work out clothes. Black Lululemon tight yoga style pants, pink tank top, pink sports bra and a pink thong that looked of material more made for absorbing sweat.

She looked over at me and smiled, "these are my old clothes from before I started putting on muscle. We will get you some of your own in the future but these will do for now."

I slid up the thong up my legs, they were very tight, like the first pair she had me wear just over 24 hours ago. The tightness was welcome for holding in the butt plug preventing it from moving, not so welcome was how noticeable the cage was in them even tucked down. I pulled up the pants, just as tight as the thong, they hugged my ass tightly. I got a glimpse in the mirror and I had to admit my ass looked like the perfect peach ass that girls worked their hardest to have and guys desired. Slipping on the sports bra over my head was much easier than trying to put on a normal bra, which I knew I would have to practice putting on to get it right... at least I had lost all that weight and gained a bunch of flexibility, so putting them on shouldn't be as much of a challenge once I got it down. Finally the tank top. I looked in the mirror, looking myself up and down, even without the makeup now with my eyebrows done and ears pierced, I looked like a cute girl. I would have been attracted to me... it was a weird thing to realize.

Jenn smiled warmly, getting dressed into her usual gym clothes which I had come to realize is how she dressed all the time. Made sense for a personal trainer. It came to my mind that most women's clothes wouldn't be properly cut for a muscular woman. Jenn wasn't huge like a bodybuilder but she had a lot more muscle then the average girl. If it wasn't for her brown long hair, pretty face and amazing ass, it might be easy to place her as a college wide receiver. The only change to her dress style was the key now hanging down from a necklace, settling right in between her breasts. It was just sitting there on her chest taunting me. At least only her and I knew what the key was for and what it symbolized.

She reminded me to grab my work ID and polo shirt, so that I could turn it in when I went to quit today. I shuddered at the thought of going into work dressed as I was... Maybe I could run home and change before going to work. We got into her car and headed for the gym. Although this day was different, we arrived at the gym she worked out of, not our regular gym that we went to so she could train me off the books.

As we pulled up to the doors and parked, she looked at the confused look on my face and answered my question, "it's been 4 months of me training you, I think you can handle this on your own now. Plus it will save us gas money not having to drive to two gyms every day."

It would have been a normal day otherwise, doing my usual Monday workout... but with the plug inside of me, with every movement I could feel it especially doing squats and lunges. I felt my cock try to get hard and once again it strained against the cage. The plug I might be able to get used to, possibly even enjoy, the cage was something that I knew that I'd never get used to. I finished my work out, going back to end it with the stair machine rather than a swim since this gym didn't have a pool, I would miss the swims but it was probably for the best in my current predicament. I almost headed straight for the showers, before remembering that I didn't have anything to change into and going into the men's change room at this point seemed really awkward.

Jenn must have been watching me or had it perfectly timed out because just as that thought left my mind, I felt her hand on my shoulder, she leaned over and whispered in my ear,

"Good girls shouldn't be walking around all sweaty. You need to go shower."

With that she handed me a towel and smacked my ass in full view of everyone. Thankfully it was still early in the morning and the gym wasn't too busy but I still got a few looks from business looking guys. I couldn't quite make out the looks on their faces, some looked jealous, while others were eating me up like a piece of meat with their eyes. It was the same way Tom had looked at me yesterday.

"Can I please use the women's change room," I pleaded with her not wanting to go into the men's.

"Why would you go there? You might look like a girl but you still have a penis even though it's locked up, I don't think you need to be scarring any girls today," she replied coldly.

"But there is hardly anyone here, other than you and Ashley, I haven't even seen any girls here," I tried to make my case.

"Oh, then you haven't been paying enough attention, two girls just went in to shower. You will leave them alone."

She was stern in her response, this wasn't going anywhere, I had to accept my fate. I would have to use the men's area. I crossed the threshold bringing me in and out of sight of the rest of the gym, it felt like every eye was on me. Two muscular men with towels around their waists chatting, stopped their conversation mid sentence and stared right at me. I could feel myself blushing, my cheeks burning red hot.

"Did you get lost little Missy? This is the men's change room," one spoke up breaking the silence.

He was about 35, not a single ounce of body fat on him with short dirty blonde hair. My eyes traced further down and I could see his towel that was tightly wrapped around his waist had started to tent out. Oh my god, I was turning him on. What do I say.

I stumbled for my words, "no... I'm where I am supposed to be."

He laughed hard and loud, "what are you some kind of sissy or something."

I could feel the start of tears welling up in my eyes. He wasn't wrong at the current moment but his words cut like a knife. I ran off leaving the changing area and heading to the showers still fully dressed. I looked for a stall to get undressed in. How could this be possible, all occupied, at 7 AM on a Monday. There were 3 stalls, all locked. Well I guess I'm here now, nothing to do but suck it up.

I undressed in the middle of the hallway that lead from the change room to the showers. I folded my clothes and placed them on top of a counter. I knew I should take out my plug and make sure my ass got cleaned as well but I had forgotten the lube at home and no way was I ready to shove it back in dry. I walked into the showers, unfortunately not being individual ones but a big open area, school style. Standing there in nothing but the cage and the plug inside of me, the water falling down my body. I kept looking over my shoulder expecting the muscular man to come around the corner or one of the guys from the toilets... but to my surprise, no one came. I was able to shower in relative peace although I had hurried through like I had never done in my life, quickly washing my body, making sure not to get my hair wet.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my body in the same way that I had seen Jennifer do the morning before. Something about just wrapping it around just my waist didn't seem right. Thankfully the bathroom stalls were now empty. I grabbed my clothes and ducked into the stall. I quickly got dressed and practically ran out of the change room, only to find the guy who had easier called me a sissy, now wearing what looked like an expensive suit, chatting with Jenn. I stopped dead in my tracks, they were far enough away that I could not hear what they were saying, his eyes turned to me and a grin crossed his face. He left and I walked over to Jenn.

"What was that about?" I questioned.

"Oh, nothing major. He was just asking about his trainer. Wanted to complain about him bailing on him with such short warning," she replied.

"Oh... Okay. Well I need to head off, quit my job and tell my parents that I am moving out."

"Sounds good. I will be home around 6 PM tonight, no late clients thankfully. Please have dinner ready. You will find a recipe book in the cabinet above the stove, if you are having trouble thinking of something with what I have at home. We will go grocery shopping tomorrow, I'm just too busy today."

She handed me my keys to my car, I can't believe that I would have completely forgotten them without her. With that I left her. Making the awkward walk across the street back to my car. Standing at the cross walk, waiting for the light to change, some young guy slowed down and whistled at me. It felt good but I was beginning to understand how often women were objectified in their daily lives. I arrived at my car and got in. My heart almost sunk in my chest as the car wouldn't start on the first try. It fired up as I turned the key for the second time. I patted the dashboard, 'I knew you wouldn't strand me like this' I thought... although given had only been just over 2 days, it might be time for a new battery.

I drove home, checking around to make sure no one was around, thankfully my house was empty and I couldn't see any of the neighbors. I ran inside, fumbling with the keys but closed the door quickly behind me. I made my way down to my room in the basement. I took off all gym clothes Jenn had dressed me in. Putting my boxers on felt weird, they were rough, itchy and didn't feel good up against my now bare skin and the cage. I couldn't believe it, I took them off right away, tossing them in the corner, putting the thong back on just felt right now. Putting on my normal guy's jeans and band t-shirt was a relief. Today was my favourite band's shirt H.I.M., black with bright pink text and heartagram, the band's symbol, on it. It felt good to be back in my normal clothes although I quickly noticed for the first time how poorly my old rough jeans now fit. I frowned looking down at them, fuck am I seriously going to put on the yoga pants of my own volition. I shook my head and laughed to myself, taking off the jeans, tossing them with the boxers. At least I had a comfortable shirt on and no bra for the first time in two days. The shirt was baggy reminder of how much weight I had lost, it looked like I was a girlfriend stealing her boyfriends shirt, especially in combination with the yoga pants.

With that I got to work. I found my only suit case under the crawlspace, used for going to my grandparents house in the next province over. My mom and dad had left shortly after high school. My dad chasing some dream after being rejected from the army for not being able to lose enough weight. According to him he was really close but my mom always laughed at that. I packed all my band t-shirts in it, if Jenn was going to force my to get rid of all of my clothes, no way was I going to lose them. I had scrimped and saved slowly collecting them through high school.

I put the suit case back into the crawlspace and grabbed a couple of garbage bags, stuffing all my other old clothes into them, the boxers going into a separate bag which just went into the dumpster in the alley behind our house. I would drop the clothes off at Goodwill, the CEO was a typical one making ridiculous amounts of money compared to his workers but at least it wasn't the Salvation Army, who directly used their profits to fund anti-LGBT politicians. I carried the bags up to my car and threw them in the hatch. I went back inside, packing up my computer, I wasn't sure if I would have a space for it in Jenn's apartment but it was the piece of me that I truly needed... I'm sure she would understand. I packed it too into the car, making sure to also grab the tank top, sports bra and my extra work polos, locking the door to the house behind me. I would have to come back later to tell them the news when they got home from work.

I headed off to work, stopping at Goodwill on the way to donate my old clothes, I'm sure a bunch would end up in the garage but I felt better not just tossing them myself. I was surprised at how easily getting rid of them came, I thought there would be more of an internal struggle, not wanting to get rid of them. I arrived at work, my polos and ID badge in my hand, found my supervisor at his desk and told him that I was quitting. I apologized profusely for it being last minute but told him that I had an opportunity that I had to jump on and couldn't let it pass by.

He smiled gently and didn't even seem upset to my surprise.

"You're a smart kid Stephen. I figured you would eventually move on to bigger and better things. I would have hated to see you stuck here, waiting for me to retire and taking my place. I would have tried to talk you out of it myself, try to convince you to get your shit together and not become like me. It's going to suck to try to find someone to replace you but I'm happy for you. Your last paycheck will be deposited on our regular pay day"

I smiled back, unsure of what to say other than 'thank you' and with that I was off, back to my parents house. My dad arrived first with my little brother, and then my mom shortly after them. I sat them down at the kitchen table, explaining to them that I was moving out with Jenn. My mom was worried that things were moving too fast but told me that ultimately it was my decision as an adult now and that there would always be a room for me. I might have to fight my brother to get my room back though. I was happy that my hair was just long enough now to barely cover my newly pierced ears... and they hadn't noticed the eyebrows or at least didn't bring it up. My dad was surprisingly nonchalant about the whole news, he wasn't one for much emotion, other than anger.

I left the house, looking back behind at them in the doorway, I was only moving downtown but it felt like I was leaving to a whole new world. I waved goodbye, getting in my car as a tear rolled down my eye, I put my seat belt on and shifted into first gear, pulling away from the house. My dad was just starting to get to be a better person as well, hopefully my brother would get few more good years of him then I got. I arrived back at the apartment, trying to find visitor parking but it didn't look like there was anything. I managed to find some temporary street parking out front. I took my computer up to the apartment, leaving it in the corner of the room temporarily. I would ask Jenn later about getting a small desk for at least my monitor, keyboard and mouse.

I looked over at the clock, 4 PM, I had two hours to make dinner and relax. I pulled down my pants and thong, taking out the plug. If I had a chance to be a little more comfortable, I was taking it. Looking through the freezer finding some veggie meatballs and then spaghetti in the cabinet. I was going to miss meat, that was for sure, but it was time to find out how bad the imitation meat was. I managed to find everything I needed, made pasta sauce from scratch, adding spices to it, leaving the 'meatballs' to stew in the sauce for as long as possible. I tasted the sauce, sucking it off my finger, it was perfect. I looked over at clock, shit 5:55, Jenn would be home in 5 minutes. I rushed to the bathroom, grabbing the lube and plug, placing it back in. It was much easier this time then it was last night after my shower but it had been in my hole for almost an entire day now.

I came out of the bathroom, just to see Jenn walking in with a smile on her face. She looked happy to see me. It reinforced my decision to move in with her. She made the motion of smelling in the air taking in multiple deep draws in quick succession.

"That smells fucking amazing Stephanie. If that tastes half as good as it smells, you are quite the cook!"

I smiled widely soaking in the compliment like a towel soaking up water. I served us dinner, her telling me where to find the plates. She took her first few bites along with me. It was delicious, the 'meatballs were even pretty good and Jenn agreed. Eating it all, practically licking the plate clean.

"That was amazing baby! Thank you for an amazing meal. I look forward to what you make in our future." She hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek.

I took the plates to the sink and started cleaning the dishes when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jenn opened it to see a kid looking a bit younger than me, probably still in high school.

"Hi. I'm here for the civic," he said to Jenn.

I stood there shocked, had she just sold my car without even talking to me. She told him to wait a second that she just needed to grab the bill of sale and keys. She walked over to me.

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this last night, it skipped my mind with everything else... But it's $500 a month to get you a parking spot underground here and street parking every night is just asking for your car to be stolen. We might as well get some money for it and use that to help fund for new wardrobe. You will be welcome to drive my car whenever you want, we will just need to add you to my insurance." Jenn said with genuine apology on her face.

I looked over the bill of sale, $5000, not a terrible price, a little more than I bought it for with all the kilometers added in the last two years, and the work I had it into it. I would miss my civic, the thing I had worked so hard to obtain, but driving a fairly new BMW would be a nice upgrade and the kid buying it reminded myself at his age. I signed the paper without saying a word.

"I'm really sorry again that I forgot to mention it."

She said again before opening the door, taking the money, counting it out and handing him the keys. I walked out behind Jenn and talked to the kid,

"I'm going to come say goodbye to my baby. Show you around and grab my CDs."

We took the elevator down to the car; I told him to open it and grabbed my CD envelope. It was full of mostly burnt MP3 CDs from downloaded music but I had spent a lot of time putting the songs together. I told him about the few quirks with the car, letting him know if he doesn't drive it daily, he will likely need to put a new battery in sooner rather than later but that's all it should need for maintenance other than oil changes. With that he got in, attempted to put it in gear, grinding the gear, stalling it once and then finally driving away. How he managed to stall a civic amazed me and he would probably need a new clutch at that rate but that wasn't my problem.