In Her Shoes
by
Karen Anne Summerfield

© 1997 - 2001

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"I still don't understand why, Karen? Why do you do it for him?"

"Lately, I've been asking myself that same question. I married him, I guess for his money. Wrong reason, I know. I so wanted to please him, to be the obedient, loving wife. I was only 19 and David was the first guy that ever treated me nice."

"My advice, just stop. Leave him and leave him now!"

"Dara, I can't. I can't just let it go at that. I can't.

"But something has got to change."

A low wolf whistle from some passing shopper caused Karen to wrinkle her lips with annoyance. She got them all the time and much worse: from outright propositions, solicitation for sex and touches where she didn't want them. Sitting in the food court at the mall with her best friend, Dara Verdi, Karen Miller looked and was dressed like every guy's fantasy whore, in a tight leather micro mini that could not begin to cover the dark tops of the full-fashioned black stockings sheathing her legs, black patent, ankle strap pumps with five inch spike heels and a white satin, man tailored blouse, open at the neck to the top of her tightly laced, black satin corset. This was clearly visible through the fabric, exposing a lot of her soft C+ breasts that had been lifted by the third cups of her corset to create a deep cleft between. She couldn't button her blouse higher because David had cut off the buttons there and insisted that she sew the buttonholes closed.

Not only was the young twenty-eight year old dressed like a slut, her heavy makeup, long red nails and teased, platinum blonde mane further enhanced that image for anyone who noticed her and everyone noticed, Karen!

Long black, false lashes glued to her upper lids above 'permanent' long spiky ones below, sharp lines of black eyeliner surrounded her eyes, drawn up and out to the sides and light, silvery blue shadow below her thin, plucked brows penciled sharply in black. Karen's cheeks had far more red blush than even most hookers would apply in daylight and the reddest, red, patent lipstick coated her full lips.

Dara stared at her friend a few minutes as she thought through her situation. "You know, you and David are just about the same size..." letting her words trail off.

"What are you thinking?"

"Well... if he likes this sort of look so very much, the clothes, the makeup, all the trashy jewelry that he picks for you... well, maybe he should wear all of it?"

"Get real! He'd never go along with it. He's not gay, of that I'm sure."

"He doesn't have to be gay and he doesn't have to go along, we'll just do it."

With her interest piqued, the two friends talked for over two more hours, Dara providing the initial ideas, Karen adding some of her own as she warmed to the whole concept and finalizing their initial course of action.

*****

"Shit! That Bitch Dara is here, again!" I swore out loud. I was returning from a visit with my investment broker who handled my inheritance trust quite satisfactorily, providing me with sufficient income that I didn't need a real job to enjoy the lifestyle I was becoming accustomed to. I pulled past her car into the garage. "I'm going to insist, once and for all, that Karen break it off with her. They're together like two lezzie lovers, far to much, and she's nothing but trouble for me."

Never suspecting a thing, I started in on Karen when i saw her drinking a beer at the kitchen table, "Why the hell aren't you properly dressed? You know you aren't supposed to wear jeans! It's that bitch friend of yours, Dar........." I never felt the prick of the needle go in under my ear.

"That was quick."

"Good stuff, I guess. Tammi said it would be fast, but wow.

"Time to go to work." As Dara picked up the phone to call her sister, Karen knelt to begin stripping the limp body on the kitchen floor.

*****

 

I felt myself floating, my head pounding like there was a wrecking ball at work inside, trying to crash out. "I think she's finally coming out of it." The female voice sounded familiar, but my head hurt too much to try to remember whom it belonged to.

I'd no real idea how long it took me to realize that I couldn't move because of the leather cuffs stretching my body, spread eagle on my back, which were secured to the bed on which I was laying and that I couldn't speak because there were tubes down my throat and up, through my nose. When I was able to focus my eyes, finally, it looked like your typical hospital room with some kind of monitoring panels wired to me. Covered with a sheet I couldn't see why my chest and crotch seemed so sore, they felt bandaged too.

A nurse came close, "Finally decided to wake up, Hon'? Your doctor's been called; she should be here in about thirty minutes, so just be a good girl and lay still. OK?"

This had to be just a bad dream of some kind. I'd just come home and started to let Karen know pissed I was for not being properly dressed, as I require her to be and for having that bitch in my house without my permission. She wouldn't get that even if she asked nice. Karen you are going to pay for being disobedient!

 

Wrong! It took me a couple of days to realize that I was awake and the situation was not a bad dream, but it was just B-A-D!

They'd knocked me out with something. While I was unconscious, I'd been transported to the clinic where I'd awakened to discover that I'd undergone major surgery and a few 'minor' alterations to my body. The nurse whom I'd seen when first coming out of it, had said for me to 'be a good girl and just lay still'. What I came to realize was that they'd removed my scrotum and its contents, turning it inside out and creating a vagina with the sensitive flesh.

Though permanently shortened to little more than a stub, the surgeon had left my penis attached to function as a clit, but rerouted the urethra to a new hole between it and my new slit. Incisions had been made beside my armpits and large breast implants inserted into the pockets created under my aureoles. Not satisfied with just creating full, round breasts on my once flat chest, she'd placed smaller implants to create hemispherical aureoles, the size of half an orange and thick, permanently erect, protruding nipples.

'Minor' alterations were to create an up turned, button nose, give me full, thick, pouty lips and remove all the facial and sparse chest hairs with electrolysis.

I was kept in the clinic for several weeks, sedated mildly, so that I wasn't in any real pain, sleeping much of the time and offering those who attended me, no resistance when they washed me or changed my bondage position so that I didn't get bedsores. It was finally time to be discharged, both Karen and Dara were there with a nurse and a hulk of a female orderly to supervise and dress me for my departure.

"Cynetta, I want no trouble about this, understand?" I nodded meekly. During Karen's and Dara's visits after the surgery, it had been explained that I was now a girl and was going to be required to always appear and act like one until the day I died. Initially, Karen had told me that I could pick my own, new, femme name, but Dara suggested that they pick it for me.

"after all, Kar', none of us got to pick the name we were given. Sure, we can always change them, but few do. Besides, a slave girl is given a name that her master or mistress prefers, reminding her that she possesses nothing, not her body, not even a name to call hers. Everything belongs to her owner." That was two days before they'd settled on Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire as my new name. I later learned that they'd found a T girl's Website, The Maid's Quarters and the maid who owned called herself that.

My once trim, firm body, though not having gotten fat, had weakened and softened considerably as a result of the enforced inactivity, lack of exercise and also because of the large doses of hormones that were being administered continuously through the IV's.

Karen started by handing me a pair of black, lacy bikinis, "Put these on, Cynetta." Next came a matching bra, "It took us awhile to get one that would give you enough support until you heal more and still be sexy enough for a girl like you."

While Dara hooked it in back, Karen fussed with the straps and adjusted my new breasts inside of the cups. Until then, I'd no idea how very sensitive they'd become causing me to squirm as her fingers fondled, until my aureoles and nipples protruded to her satisfaction through the lace rimmed holes in front of the cups. A garter belt encircled my hips and I was told to slip its four, thin straps properly under my panties.

"Since you really like seamed stockings, I've decided you won't wear any other kind. Put these on and do try to be careful not to put a run in them." I'd watched her rose her own stockings often enough, getting turned on, so I did know how to start. As the sheer nylon worked up my hairless legs, shivers went through my body feeling the sensation and kinkiness of wearing female garments for the first time.

Before Karen and Dara had arrived, they'd given me a full depilatory on my body and my first real shower in weeks, leaving my skin extra sensitive as a result. Wobbling after not having stood in so long, the nurse had helped me through and moved close to provide the needed support until I'd gotten the stockings up, smoothed and with their prominent straight seams.

I'd never thought what a bother it was to straighten them nor about the need to constantly to check and attend to them. I would soon learn to. Seams had always been a very sexy turn-on, that's why I'd insisted on Karen wearing them, but I'd never given thought to the trouble they caused her. I soon would be learning.

One of Karen's semitransparent blouses slipped over my arms and Dara did all of the closely spaced, tiny, round buttons, up my back, while Karen smoothed it down, caressing my new breasts and creating new sensations throughout my body.

"Very sexy, dear. I love the way your bra shows through." That had been one of my lines. This blouse had a huge, puffy, lace ruffed collar framing my head and cuffs to match.

"When you recover more, in a few days, we'll introduce you to all of the joys of being tightly laced in a corset, so you can wear my skirts and dresses. For now, I got you just a couple of skirts that should fit." There wasn't much to the black lace covered, satin skirt, at all. It fit snugly from just below my rounder and softer cheeks to a few inches above my belly button. A wide, black patent belt with three silver buckles encircled my waist. Karen cinched it tight.

"Sit down again and I'll put on your shoes." Dara pressed a large, heavy, patent shoulder bag into my belly while Karen shoehorned my feet into a pair of black patent pumps with ankle straps. "These are only 4" heels. I acknowledge that your legs are weak, but you'll soon learn to walk sexy in high heels, and I do mean high!" I both felt and heard the tiny padlocks click closed on the ankle straps.

"There, you won't be tempted to slip them off to ease your cramped toes and aching calves", Karen pronounced while she straightened up.

"Come along, Cynetta. We'll get you out of here, to begin your future," Dara urged, half lifting me off the stool.

"Wait... please?" I was in a real quandary. They stared, patiently, watching my mental struggle. I knew how I must look, with rather large breasts on my new body; I couldn't change them for a flat chest again. I was properly convinced that I no longer looked like a male; especially in the clothes they'd put on me. But! I doubted I looked much like a girl, either. My long, brown hair had to be a mess, they'd not seemed to think that I should have makeup and my nails, having grown long, were in need of a lot of care.

"Please..." the words caught in my throat, "Please, can you, please... aahhh... fix my hair and my face... please?" I got it out, finally. I felt humiliated having to beg for these. Neither could control their laughter at what I'd just asked so girlishly.

"Let me make sure I fully understood what I think you just asked for, Cynetta. You want to have a pretty girl's hairdo and to wear makeup too? Is that what you want?" Karen teased.

Before I could acknowledge, Dara lifted my limp hand, "Want a manicure and painted nails, too?" Feeling... knowing, I was helpless, I nodded, keeping my eyes down, so I didn't see the ear to ear grins both Karen and Dara had to have. My face burned.

"Well, Cynetta... I'm sure we can, but..., we aren't going to. In your purse is just about anything you'd need to do what you asked... yourself. It is your purse and contains your things; feel free to do what you wish with the contents.

"Come, we are going now."

"But..." I didn't finish, both Karen and Dara pulled me to stand for my very first time in her shoes.

Amid giggles, laughter and smart assed comments from the clinic's staff, I wobbled on the unfamiliar heels and weak legs outside and was helped into the back seat of Karen's Cadillac.

When she drove onto the road, Dara turned around to face me over the seat. "Tell you what, Cynetta. I will give you all the instructions, help and advice I can so you can be as pretty as you can now manage, but you are going to have to do everything yourself, to and for, yourself."

"Accept Dara's offer, Cynetta. It will be about a two hour drive home, so use the time, constructively," my wife advised. She added, "We may decide to stop before we get there. You'll probably feel better if you are pretty."

My wife, former wife, and Dara had planned this and stuffed the purse, as they'd said, with about everything I could imagine I'd need, starting with a large mirror which had been rigged so it could hang from the back of the car seat.

As I knew it must be, I saw that my hair was a complete mess. It had been shampooed by an orderly that morning, but just allowed to air dry after she'd toweled it. I brushed out the tangles, working the brush through until I managed to get it smoothed. I moved my full hair about in quite a few different ways, but nothing looked right. Dara had watched me quietly then offered, "There's elastic bands and a couple of things you could use in your purse. Why not just wear a ponytail, until you get it styled, Cynetta?"

I brushed all back after finding a wide elastic band. Karen had turned the car's mirror, so she could watch while she drove. She suggested, "It would look much better if it was much higher. Fix your ponytail all up on the very top, Cynetta." Re-brushing it there and, at Dara's urging, finally getting almost all my hair under the elastic, I'd no idea just how it looked, at least it was neat and out of my way so that I could try putting makeup on.

Dara carefully talked me through applying it, step by step, going for a moderate, much more subtle look then Karen used to wear at my insistence. I knew my brows were much to thick and bushy - unsuccessfully I searched the purse for tweezers until Dara said there weren't any when I told her what I'd been looking for and why. They giggled, but didn't explain why.

I'd used a sheer foundation, hint of pink to blush my cheeks, a little bit of gray eye shadow, smudged on my upper lids and started to learn that applying mascara in the back of a moving car was anything but easy. There was a choice of either frosted pink lipstick or sex red. Following Dara's advice, I applied the pink then turned my concentration to my first feminine manicure.

Not having been trimmed in the weeks that I'd been bound on the bed, I had a lot to work with. Patient with my ineptness, Dara talked me through pushing the cuticles back with an orange stick and carefully cutting them off.

"Never use a nail clipper or scissors to shape your nails, it tends to weaken and crack them. We put a full pack of emery boards in there. Use those to file your nails to shape."

"I want them very long, Cynetta. Just like mine had to be," Karen ordered.

"Don't go for points, they went out of style in the fifties and sixties." Dara talked me through achieving tapered, rounded ends then carefully smoothing their backs to remove all the ridges. "The secret to a good, long lasting manicure, actually there are two, the first that I'm going to tell you is by far the most important.

"Apply very thin coats and let each one dry thoroughly, before applying another. Start with the clear base. You can put it on a little heavier than the color coats." I got it painted on each of my nails.

"What is the second secret, Dara?"

Karen chuckled, "It pleases me that you are trying hard to learn, Cynetta. The second is to use only good nail polishes. Even some of the main, name brands are nothing but junk. Revlon's® top's the crap list. It chips very easily even if you do put it on right. You'll learn from your own experience which ones are best. Mine's L'Oreal®."

Home, I still wobbled unsteadily, but I was getting better on my heels. Managing by taking shorter, more feminine steps and pointing my toes to touch first as I went from our garage to the living room.

"Have a seat, Cynetta. Dara and I will explain things about your new situation to you.

"What a beer, Dara? Cynetta?"

Dara instructed me in smoothing my skirt under, even though it was short and tight enough not for that to really be necessary. Seated, they began to put me into shock, starting with Karen, "I've invited and Dara has accepted my invitation for her to move in. You have the Maid's Quarters, referring to the tiny rooms between the laundry room and kitchen that the architect had designated as such when the house had been built in the thirties, though, with the Depression, we'd doubted a maid had ever occupied them. "I hope you like how we decorated it for you."

"You have been given almost my entire former wardrobe to wear. As I told you earlier, you are going to be corseted, very tightly, all of the time, so everything will fit and you can wear it properly. You are required to dress and groom, as I once was, all of the time. You should know what that means, exactly, since you thought up the rules.

"Due to David's disappearance, I've exercised the power of attorney he very thoughtfully set up, in case. All, I do mean all, dear; his assets are now in my name only. You own nothing! You have no ID, no credit cards, no job and certainly no money! So long as you behave yourself, meaning dressing and grooming as required, doing what you are told to do when you are told to do it, not resisting or arguing and never complaining, you may continue to live here, but under our terms and conditions, Cynetta.

"Since you can no longer contribute to your keep, monetarily, you will be expected to contribute in another way. I'm willing to give you a job." Karen paused to sip her beer and let everything she'd just said start to sink in. "I will hire you as our live-in maid. It's a full time, meaning twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week job with no time outs. From your pay, I'll deduct your room and board, the remainder you may spend as you wish, and that’s twenty-five dollars a week. Oh, I didn't say, uniforms and their accessories will be supplied.

"With my former wardrobe, jewelry collection and makeup things you'll have just about everything you need to start, Cynetta.

"Anytime you wish to quit. You may. Please do very carefully think that all through, before hand though - think of everything. I am never going to give you any ID, nothing, not even a driver's license. You can always apply for one or other form of identification on your own. That should be a real fun experience for a girl like you. If you ever say that you quit, there will be no taking it back. Out you go. You will be permitted to take only the things you buy in the future with you, nothing that I'm now giving you, nothing I give you in the future.

"As I've said several times today, you now own not a single thing! Refuse my terms, quit right now and out you go free as a bird... totally naked. You don't even keep the rubber band holding your ponytail up.

"One more point, then I'll... maybe, answer any questions. Once a punishment starts, you will be punished for disobedience, failure to do your job and failure to please us, you can't say you quit until after that punishment has been completed.

"I realize this all is new, it may take you some time to learn all of the rules, you'll still earn punishment while learning them, but Dara and I are going to try, really hard, to be understanding and help you through your transition and learning how to please us in your new job.

"Now, if you have questions you may ask them of us. Go ahead, Cynetta."

Everything that had happened to me, been done to me at the clinic, my new body and everything Karen had just told me was real, all entirely possible, if not already fact. Everything she'd said about my assets and having stripped me of everything was possible. I'm not stupid, though my questions, I realized later, indicated I was being really dense.

"If I'm to be your maid, as you said, what am I supposed to do, Karen?"

Dara laughed and answered for her, "First, get it straight that I'm going to be here too, Sweetie. You have not one owner, but two, to please. The maid, our maid, does anything and everything for us. Maid type things.

"She cleans, does laundry, ironing, cooks, and does the shopping for the food and the household. She serves our dinner, drinks, etc. If she does really well on these simple chores, for me, she can also be my 'lady's maid', tending me personally. Washing, dressing and grooming me."

"Same for me, Cynetta.

"Don't expect to have sex with me."

"Nor with me." Dara added.

"You will not touch me, not with your hands, fingers, lips or your tongue except when tending me personally if you ever earn that status. Don't you dare take liberties with my person that way. With Dara I've discovered I'm really bi and don't want, nor desire another girl, especially one like you, to be touching us in a physical, sexual way. Avoid punishment, Cynetta, don't!

"I may start dating again, expect it," Karen continued. "I'm not now expecting you to sexually perform with anyone. You decide if that is what you want, do it on whatever free time we let you have if you earn it."

"Hey Kar'? Doesn't that kinda conflict with ... her new belt?"

Karen scowled a bit at Dara then smiled. Facing me, "What Dara just mentioned, I was... saving for a surprise, it's been ordered, but hasn't arrived yet. We are going to have you in a real, stainless steel chastity belt. Once it's on, never think you will ever get fucked between your legs in either hole. It will also keep your mind on your chores and not playing with your new pussy.

"Do enjoy doing that while you can. After, you'll have only your titties to play with whenever you have the chance." Both giggled, falling into each other's embrace.

When asked if I'd more questions, "How should I address each of you, 'Mistress'?"

"I've. we've, given that some thought, beforehand, Cynetta. We decided that neither of us really needs that when speaking to us directly in the privacy of our home. Whenever in public or if someone else is present here or with us, you are required to address us both as 'Mistress' with our first name. You will also refer to both of us when speaking to us or anyone else as 'Mistress' plus our name in the third person. 'Mistress Dara, requests you to join her by the pool, Karen'. Things like that."

"Speaking of speaking, your doctors offered Karen and me a new procedure to surgically alter your voice so it would be higher and much more girlish, Cynetta. We discussed it and rejected it. You can try working on your voice and developing it so that it can sound as femme as you make it, but that's up to you. Kar' says you'll always sound like a guy. I bet her you'll do better. Prove her wrong."

"You'll be getting lots of opportunity. Don't think for a sec' that we went to all the trouble of expensive surgery to have you stay here inside all of the time. You've already been told that shopping is one of your chores. You'll be out of the house often to shop, to do errands, to go to the beauty parlor, etc. Don't think we are going to permit any unlicensed driver to operate our vehicles - we won't.

"The maid can use public transportation. If you take a bus or the train when you go to New York, you'll be given the fare if it's at our bidding. Go on your own free time or if you wish to use a taxi, you can use your own money."

Dara explained another requirement for new the maid when she went out, "If out on your own time, you can dress as you want within your dress code, the same one as Karen once had to abide by. If out on our time and on our nickel, expect that you'll be wearing what you are told to, Cynetta."

I sat still, mostly from shock. I really had not much to say. My exact situation was crystal clear. I had little choices or options available. After several minutes of silence, Karen stood.

"Come. Cynetta. Let me show you The Maid's Quarters." She even offered her hand to help me stand.

Meekly I accepted her offer and followed my mistresses. Immediately, I noticed that the door that once opened to my den had been replaced with one of solid, stout oak, which now bore a polished, cast brass plaque 'Cynetta, Maid'. The insides had been completely redone. It was like a pre-teen's room from the forties or fifties all lavender, lilac, pink and white with clouds of billowy, white chintz ruffles everywhere: curtains, canopied single bed, skirted makeup vanity. My walnut desk, leather chair and couch were gone, replaced with a cheap, imitation French provincial dresser, chest of drawers, the vanity and a pink stool. There was also a cheval mirror of the same style and mirrors had been added to the sliding closet doors. Dara slid one aside revealing the packed closet.

"Your uniforms and clothes are here, Cynetta." Touching hangers on one end, near the wall, "These will fit you until you are corset trained."

Karen had let go of my hand. In the middle of the bedroom was a small, twelve-inch high, raised platform. Hanging from the ceiling directly above it was a keying on the end of a chain. "These are the keys to your locks, Cynetta. All of my... and now your shoes and boots lock on your feet. You are forbidden; mean that, to ever leave your room without shoes or boots, locked on. Do understand that?

"Those you're wearing now and a white pair are the shortest heels you have. In a week they will be taken away and I'll expect five inch ones and higher. You had best start practicing. Expect to be wearing ballet toes soon too."

I protested, "Karen! I never expected you to walk in them!"

Cupping my chin so our eyes met, her face very close "Doesn't mean that I don't require my maid to. My game, my rules, now, Cynetta! Wanta quit? Just say so!" She let go.

Dara took over, "You'll find that to unlock your shoes you'll need to stand on the platform and raise up your shoe. Be careful not to fall and hurt yourself, Cynetta.

"It's past two, at six we require your presence for dinner. We will be dining out this evening. Rest, nap, if you want to, but do be on time. You are to make-up, as you once required Karen to to go out. That means heavy!

"Do try and do something with your hair."

Karen added, "Do not cut it! Do not trim it! Cut one hair, and you will regret that disobedience, Cynetta! Do something about your eyebrows too. You do know how they should look."

Moving back to the closet, Karen pulled out a red latex sheath, which I'd bought her. "You will wear this, black rubber stockings and gloves. I'd like you in higher heels, but I won't insist. You need only to make it from the car to the table and, later, back. It will please me very much, Cynetta, if you try.

"Wear anything else to feel pretty. Do try to nap. You have almost four hours. I'll lock the door so you're not disturbed." Both of my mistresses left and closed the door.

I stood surveying my new arrangements. It offered little hope that much was going to change my situation back. For several minutes I stood looking at the reflection in the mirrored doors on my closet then started to try to undress. Standing on the platform below the dangling key ring, I managed, with a struggle, to finally get the shoes unlocked, realizing as soon as I tried, I should keep the unlocked shoe on so it supported me while aching on my toes to raise my one other up so it could be unlocked.

My skirt was no problem to get out of, but those buttons up the back of my blouse were an absolute bitch! I'd no one, but myself to blame. I'd selected this blouse for Karen just to enjoy watching her struggle to fasten and unfasten them with her fingernails much longer than mine were then. No longer did this any turn on for me, have now to be the buttoner and unbuttoner.

Nude, I examined my new body. If the full breasts with their large protruding aureoles and erect, fat nipples weren't on my own chest, they'd have turned me on just by looking at them.

Instinctively, as I'd done for more than twenty years, I stood before the toilet to pee, but the reality of this stance no longer being practical, hit me. I sat just like the girl I now was to do it.

I wanted to luxuriate in my first bath in weeks. Sure, I'd a lot of time, but not that much. It was relaxing and felt great to lay in the hot water, but I knew not to linger as much as I wanted to.

The large canister of perfumed body powder beckoned me to dust it on as I toweled off.

Three hours later, looking very much like I had required my wife to appear, I stood before the mirror sheathed in tight latex to brush my hair. I stared at what I had done to myself. Tears moistened my heavily made-up eyes. I'd done this! I'd done it to myself.

Much more than what my strained feet were feeling, it hurt me to the core to be standing there in her shoes.

The End

 

 

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