Josie Gets a Surprise Package

by Josie girlc

  

It never seems to amaze me how my former wife comes up with more ways to humiliate me. Every time I think that I've been through enough and it can't get any worse she comes up with something new to get her revenge on me. I've been living as a female for almost 4 years now and I've been through allot of feminizing. At first I thought it was fun because I was always a crossdresser. But once she caught me cheating on her she really enforced me being a female all the time and at first I really wanted to go along with it. But she has slowly and with malice turned me into Josie and all my male traits are gone and I've assumed a female persona to everyone I meet now.

I am completely shaved from the neck down. I have banana blonde hair (my hair used to be brown) It is permed and cut in a very, very feminine style with a buzzcut up the nape of my neck, which is what a lot of females wear today. My eyebrows are thin with only 2 or 3 hairs thick in an arched permanent "surprised" look. My ears have 3 holes in each lobe. And I have acrylic nails and a nose stud. But the worse permanent attachment so far is my permanent make-up. I've had my eyes outlined in a brown line tattooed forever, with a thin outline around my brows so that they look drawn on, and my lips are outlined in a dark red color with a rose shade filled in. All this so that I will never be able to look or appear as a male again.

I've been placed in such embarrassing situations that I am really now used to being a sissy that really acts as a bimbo. I must use my hands in a very female manner when I speak, my voice must be a squeaky girly voice and I have to wiggle in the most ridiculous manner when I walk or I get duct taped and saran wrapped, placed in a closet for hours. I have a permanent padlocked chastity belt that has not come off in almost 4 years. It makes having an orgasm impossible.

I've been sent on various job searches and have worked as a waitress, sales clerk in a dept. store, sales in a cosmetic store, shoe store. Currently I work in a bank as a teller and also a housewares store at the local mall.

I've been sent to male stripper clubs, a local spa to work out. I've had to join an all female bowling league. Take ceramic classes; take dance lessons, golf lessons and tennis all as a female. Of course I've had to go out to dinner, bars and movies in my new persona (Josie).

I was not prepared for the newest humiliation I have to endure. My girlfriend (I can't call her my wife anymore, I'm not allowed) called me into her bedroom last week and told me to strip. When I did as I was told she then placed this huge pouch around my waist. She pulled in the back and there were various holes, which were locked together by 2 small padlocks. It makes it impossible to remove without cutting it off. But there is a small cable wire running through this, so I don't know what success I will have if I try this. God if I did I know I would never get away!

The front has a pouch, which can be ballooned out to appear to be huge if you desire to. In this pouch some metal weights have been sew in, it feels like maybe 15 or 20 pounds on the front of my stomach. Then padding has been pushed into the pouch so I appear to have a small but definitely noticeable belly.

" Oh you are going to just enjoy being PREGNANT Josie," my girlfriend said. " PREGNANT I cried out, please don't do this to me" She went on to say that I was to go into work and announce my pregnancy to everyone. And as the months wear on I am going to get bigger and bigger. Until I won't be able to walk without holding my back with my hands. It will not come off for.I have to SLEEP WITH IT ATTACHED TO ME!!!!

My girlfriend laughed and told me that if I'm to dress as a female all the time then I have to experience all of womanhood and I have to be pregnant. She wants me to go shopping as I get bigger every week and eventually I will only be able to waddle around, I will have to buy maternity outfits. The girlier the better.

 

I will have to go shopping for cribs and strollers and she says it will be hysterical to have a blonde bimbette with a huge stomach waddle in to the various stores and speak to the sales people who will ask me all kinds of questions about my "baby". After nine months, the last 3 months I will be so uncomfortable not being able to sleep right and having all this weight on me, I will have to buy a baby doll and pretend that its real. You know when you put it in a stroller and cover it up no one will really notice. People will think that the baby is sleeping; I will have to trot around pushing this stroller or carriage. When I'm home part of my chores will be to change this diaper and feed it, basically to go through what every new mother goes through to learn a " good lesson" about being a "mother".

This week I had to start my maternity shopping. Dressed in a black skirt just above the knees with 2 inch pump heels, red ribbed top, sheer taupe pantyhose I had to go into the shop and try on some tops with all sorts of flowery designs and silly girly colors for the " new " mother. I even had to ask the sales woman about nursing BRAS!!!!!

Of course to coincide my new orders concerning my hair is that it is going to grow out on top, so I can have a more severe buzz underneath. The buzz cut will be further up my nape then where it is now. And to be prepared for the top to be dyed PLATINUM.

Next Day-------My alarm goes off and I roll over to give myself another 5 minutes. For a few moments I had dreams of the way I used to be. I thought I was back at my old manly job and I could sleep for 5 minutes while my wife would get out of bed and get the coffee started. WRONG!!!!!!!

I abruptly remember who I am. I remembered when I tried to roll over and felt this huge weight on my stomach and the fact that I really can't roll on my stomach with this empathy device attached to my stomach. My wife has put a pouch that makes me appear about 6 months pregnant; it has weights inside and is locked around my waist with a throng that goes between my legs. So that with all three pieces of material sewn and locked together, I can't remove it.

I glance down on my bright pink acrylic nails that are 2 inches long and push the alarm off. I quickly get into my leopard robe and put the fluffy-toed mules on my feet. I can see the matching pink toes peeking out and I wiggle to get the coffee on.

It's a workday for me, as every day is I have to get my wife's clothes ironed and help her dress. I am not scheduled to work at my female job at the mall today so I know I will spend the day in my French maid's uniform, as a pregnant female.

I must get her off to work, of course I have to make her lunch, dry her off from the shower, help dress her, do her hair if she asks and follow her around the house so that I'm at her beck and call for anything. It's been four years that I have been feminized and kept like this. It started out rather slowly and before I could really stop it I was trapped. I look at my platinum hair, curled into a little fluff ball on top with short buzz hair on the sides in a severe wedge. I have cute little curly bangs too. There is no way any male would ever have a cut like this. My eyebrows are little half moons, which are arched, in a permanent "surprised" look. And Of course lined in a permanent tattoo drawn on. My lips are outlined in a light pink color; these are also a permanent tattoo. With the darker pink on the lips I look soooo feminine it astonishes me. I have glued on permanent lashes that last about 3 weeks at a time, they are the longest that they can be. It gives me a real clown look, and brings attention to my eyes.4 holes are in each ear and also a little stud in my nose really is the finishing touch to make me look like a female.

Every month week after week a little more was done to me so that I really got slowly transformed into my wife's little Barbie doll. I have to keep my body denuded of hair; even my penis must be shaved. With the locked on chastity belt it does take some time but I have to allot my time on my personal care in between dusting, laundry and running errands in this maid's outfit.

My uniform is a black satin on piece with an elastic collar, puffy short sleeves, all lined in lace. My skirt is short 8 inches above the knee and it makes wearing outside especially mortifying. Sometimes when I have really done a great job I'm allowed to wear pantyhose and at least that is of some comfort. Can you believe that I have been so conditioned that I think wearing pantyhose is a reward?

But Most of the time I wear stockings, with a lacy top. The stockings are fishnet and seamed. 4-inch black scalloped heels, pointed toes. The little sewn on petticoat peeks out from under my skirt. I have to wear little lacy cuffs with bows on my shaved bare arms. I wear a lace choker around my neck and a little maids cap is pinned on my hair. Even when it's cold here in the winter I have to wear my short coat so everyone can see my legs. And of course my cuffs and cap are always visible so people can see that I am a maid wherever I go.

The worst is that my wife wants me to experience this discomfort that pregnant females go through and has made my stomach get larger each month. She tells me that if I'm going to be a female then I need to experience all the pleasures. And experience the pleasures of being a mother. It is mind-boggling. But here I am trotting out to the store and running all my errands in this little outfit. Most of the time people make comments and think I'm a bimbo female, not even a feminized male. My wife loves when that happens. She says then it shows how far she has altered me. People think I'm a female first, then a maid. It is very humiliating!!!!

Her new idea is that I will be pregnant for a few years. Sleeping with this weighted device and having to waddle around like an 8 month female for years would be such a punishment. I don't see any way out. I walk into the grocery store and put on my best smile as I wiggle pass the men having their morning coffee... That used to be me ...

  

  

  

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