Josie and Her New Job

by Josie girlc

 

My Alarm sounds off and I wake and almost forget what has happened to me over the last decade. But as I rub my eyes and take my hands from my face and look at them I seen the pink acrylic ½ inch nails staring back at me, the various rings on my fingers, the hairless arms and I am brought back to my reality. I am a feminized male.

Today is a work day for me. My wife (should I say that because we certainly don't look like a man & woman marriage, maybe 2 lesbians in marriage) calls out to me "Josie sweetie I have a surprise for you to wear this morning to work."

Sarina comes in my little bedroom and in her arms is a corset. The old fashioned kind that has laces running up the back. It is a black see through and it looks too small, but I'm sure I will get it to tighten around my body. She has a wide grin and tells me to put this on and she will tighten up the laces. I comply, there is no fight left in me. I'm really just a sissy girl at this point. I have been living as a female sissy for all these years. I was at one time just a cross dresser that got enjoyment and my "rocks off" putting on women's clothes ever since I was a little boy. Sarina was a willing participant and has a dominant streak that she loved to explore. But I was greedy and got involved with other women and occasionally would cheat on my wife. After being caught in a rather expensive affair, in debt, and really no one to bail me out. Sarina came to my rescue but there were 'strings attached".

She was pissed that I was with another female and she decided to teach me a life long lesson. She would be sure that another straight female wouldn't want me, because she had me dress every day from head to toe as a female. And I had to act feminine as well. I had a device locked on my penis that never comes off. It is attached to a chain belt that wraps around my waist and is padlocked on. My little penis is pulled between my legs and also locked to it. This makes erections impossible. It makes you have to pee sitting down and gives you a nice "camel toe" appearance when you are wearing tight pants, shorts or a bathing suit. (Yes in summer I wear one piece suits to the beach).

My hair was grown long, had a body perm, cut in a permanent women's hair style. It's a cute bob that brushes my shoulders, is curled underneath colored bright platinum, with cute fluffy bangs across my eyes. I have to go every 8 weeks and get these extensions that are sewn in retightened. But my bangs don't go low enough to hide my tattooed eyebrows. These are in a permanent "who me" look. When I first got waxed there I sort of put up a fuss about the feminine shape. Sarina just handcuffed me, tied me to a chair. Duct taped my neck to the back of the chair and got out a safety razor.

It only took a few seconds to swipe each brow. They were gone forever. She then "drew on "my expressions with an eyebrow pencil. It was an embarrassing few weeks to have to sit there and have her decide each morning what my "look" was to be that day. Sometimes they were very thick, sometimes very thin. High arch some days were drawn on. I had a "happy look" sometimes or I was made to look angry other days. When my brows would start to grow back the hairs that would start to come out. Sarina would have me pluck them out. So eventually when you do that to your brows they will never grow back. Then I was taken to a cosmetology clinic and I had to tell the women there that I wanted a nice thin feminine arch. These get re-touched every 6 to 8 months now.

I also had my lips outlined in a nice light pink color, and my eyes were also done in a nice soft brown under and above so I look like I have make-up on all the time. It makes it impossible to think you can ever be dressed as a male again. With being shaved from top to bottom, acrylic permanent nails (refilled every 2 weeks), tattooed make-up and an obvious female hair color & cut I am to the casual observer a female.

I have been given anally progesterone to enhance my breasts and give me a nice bottom. It has rendered me impotent (Like I could have sex anyway). When I fussed about taking the progesterone I was tied over a bench, my ass in the air and extra ones were popped in for putting up a fuss. My penis is no bigger than my pinkie and my balls have become the size of a grape. When all this gets done to you, you really can't go back, or fight back, you try to be as girly as possible and just try and get through seeing life from the female side. You get used to it SO YOU THINK.

But Sarina loves sending me on errands in girly, feminine outfits. I have had many different jobs as a female as well. First she used some of her friends to let me "work for them" this got me into the "system" as a female. Her girlfriends would know and loved "fixing" a cheating used to be spouse. I worked at a retail store at the mall, at a travel agency, as a hostess in a restaurant just to name a few.

As I start to get laced up in my new corset, my body is pushed and pulled into a nice "hourglass" shape. Sarina tightens it up to the point that I can only take shallow breaths. Tied into several knots and then I hear the "click" of the padlock. It's not coming off until she decides. With the hormones my bottom is sticking out more and my waist is very small and this corset pushed my hips out. With my padding added to my already plump chest I look very womanly. I finish dressing, put on my black panty hose, and step into my little maroon jumper. Put on my little black 3 inch pumps, Finish up my make-up and put up my hair into an updo using some big clips. A few pieces of my hair are placed to drape in front of my ears. My dangling silver earrings brush my shoulders and I can feel them sway as I walk out to my little bright green neon carrying my black sneakers in my large purse.

I drive to my destination and of course park in the back, wiggle in and check in. I go into the Ladies room and change my shoes. I'm ready for another day at the Diner!!.

Yes, my new job is as a waitress, working the breakfast & lunch counter at a diner.

Thank god in order to blend in I can wear sneakers like the rest of the girls. But when I'm done work I have to don my pumps to wiggle out to my car and drive home. I get to smile and talk as girly as possible to all the different people that stop in. I carry my coffee pots around and fill up the cups and chat with all the old farty men that try and flirt with anything in a skirt. My name tag reads "Josie" and I get all the stupid remarks about "Josie & the pussy cats". Especially with my Platinum colored hair, apparently the cartoon girl also has platinum hair.

Sometimes Sarina will come in for lunch and just grins from ear to ear to see me hustling and wiggling around taking orders and bussing tables. She will sit at my station and then tell me in a low whisper how much I look like every other waitress now. And how my shaved legs look pretty in the dark hose or nude hose that I wear every day. Sometimes she tells me she is going to expose me to everyone that I used to me a male. She will then tell me softly how I need to have my wrists a little more limp, wiggle that butt, or smile and tilt my head when I speak to be more girly.

She says "Josie dear, you really have come a long way, and you are hopelessly feminized girlfriend". Then adds "I like you in this job, I think this will last for a few years before I have you make a change."

All I can say is "Have you decided on your order Ma'am". I smile a happy grin to fit my happy eyebrows as I take out my order pad and pencil with my acrylic pink nails.

  

  

  

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