Was It Worth It?

by Jimrossi

Part 2

The Afternoon Realisation

 

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, quick Michelle you have to see … this," shouted Mary.

"What's wrong, you sound hysterical" Michelle countered back. "Oh my god is that who I think it is, he … she looks great. Love the suspenders there honey" adding sarcastically.

There staring at my stockinged feet, Basque covered body; made-up face feminised form was my girlfriend and her best friend laughing hysterically. Such shame and embarrassment I had never faced before.

"Well Brian, or is it Brianna now. How on earth did you get like that? I guess it gives the term 'A Night out with the Boys' a new meaning, eh. Well did the boys show you a good time then honey? Did they dress up like this or was it your own choice" Mary questioned me enjoying every moment of mockery.

I hated every minute-second of this one sided exchange, but to honest I had no idea how I had been transformed from a man's man to scantily clad she male. Had I known, what would, what could I do? The make up seemed pretty permanent to me, my hairless body would take months if not years to grow back, the eyebrows could be shaved off, the nails broken I guess. And as for the clothes well they could be removed or covered up at best; but the trim waist how would that increase.

"Well Brianna, or Branwen, yes Branwen sounds so much better. Well Branwen, we will be going out for lunch, if you are changed back to normal then life will resume as before. Should you choose to stay as you … are, then our relationship will be changed for I do not require a Sissy for a boyfriend," she dictated directly to me.

With the backs turned they walked towards the door leaving me in the deepest shame imaginable.

"Did you see his cock, erect, I guess he likes it. Ha ha ha" Michelle taunted.

"You know that's the hardest I've ever seen him. I guess silk does it for him, had I known earlier then his boxers would have been replaced with panties" Mary added. "Lets go shopping after lunch" were her last words before the door closed.

 

As soon as the door closed then I scratched at the suspender belt, stockings, Basque, doily trying in vain to rid myself of these feminine garb. How I wanted to be normal again, be a man again with my feminine side no more. Alas even conquering the inch and half nails the clothes would not be removed, no matter how hard I scratched and tore the clothes stayed on. Time ticked on the wall clock, every minute ripping into my soul, every failed attempt destroying not only my failing relationship but also my life, as I knew it.

"Well Branwen, so you decided our relationship was not worth saving eh. You big sissy, stop your blubbering and tearing at the clothes you obviously desire so much you still wear them" Mary taunted me. "Well that doesn't surprise me, always disappointing me, why should this be any different?"

Tears run down my face but the mirror image showed no signs of running mascara or blusher but tears supposedly of joy.

"Branwen, not even your joyful tears can remove the make up you so lovingly placed. Branwen the Sissy, no that doesn't sound right. Branwen the Maid, Hmm better" Mary jested nastily.

"How about Branwen the Sissy Maid" Michelle interjected.

"PERFECT" they both agreed in unison to my trembling feminine shape.

"Tonight you can sleep in here, but tomorrow you will be moved to the spare room, where a whole new life awaits you. Sign here or else your new life will not be as a sissy maid but as a she male prostitute giving blowjobs for £20 on the street. I think he would like that, look his penis is rising again, so big, so hard never like that for me" Mary continued her verbal assault. "Don't read it just sign it. If you really want to know what it says, it tells you that you relinquish your life to me. Your money, you job terminated, your life, as you know it. Now sign, you have five minutes to choose," her harsh tone commanded.

What could I do bar not sign. I believed her threat of letting me live as a common street whore as on one occasion after having outdoor sex in the park she drove off unsatisfied. That walk home naked with only her 'Fuck Me' Boots and leather red coat to wear almost killed me; especially after the 5-mile mark. I mean which of my 'trusted friends would accept me now as a tranny, none.

"Well done Branwen" Mary insisted.

That would the last time I would refer to her as Mary.

"From now on I am Mistress Mary or Mistress, if outside and believe me there will be many visits for you outside you can call me Miss but after every name you have to curtsey. Don't worry Branwen, you'll have every chance to practice," she mockingly informed me. "Now on the bed is a package, Open it and put on the items then enter the living room, using our new titles and curtseying, I suggest you practice before you come in. Oh and any mistakes today will be forgiven once, any more and the punishment will be doubled tomorrow when the training begins" Mistress Mary informed me with a kind sadistic tone.

They left the room; sorry Mistress Mary and Michelle left the room. With no hesitation for I believed her harsh words, I did indeed open the package and stood in shock at the contents. Lying on the bed was a nose bondage device that caused my nose up high with the remaining leash around my neck, it had a d lock attached, something I knew would be used. The shoebox contained a pair of 4-inch heel boots, with straps around the ankle, these too were worn. The final item was a pink satin chemise, placed over my head dropping over my bare skin just mid thigh length.

Taking small steps around the room in my new strappy boots I practiced to walk only falling three times to laughter from the other side of the door, "Take care Branwen, we don't want you to fall" they mocked. Once walking seemed passable enough, it was time to curtsey, I had never curtsied before in my life, after all what man does curtsey. So taking hold of chemise, I dropped my leg and bowed, only for Miss Michelle to laugh.

"No Branwen, this is how you do it" she instructed brushing her hand against my penis causing it to stir. "Hmm seems someone going to like their new life" she taunted "Now go by the mirror and do it 100 times as I did it".

For 100 tear-filled times I curtseyed until it became second nature, watching my every move brought a submission that drove the Brian out me and let Branwen in.

 

"In you come Branwen, you practice some more, this time with the camcorder" Mistress Mary shouted.

In I stepped wearing the new boots, chemise and nose strap, "Miss Michelle, Mistress Mary" I said demurely and curtseyed.

"Very nice Branwen, now do it again and curtsey deeper with a Brawnwen voice and not a Brian voice" I was instructed by my former girlfriend.

Off I went and did it as instructed, to their amusement.

"Now Branwen it is way past your bed time, your new bedtime when not serving me or Miss Michelle is 7.30 pm. Don't worry your door will be locked and the lights removed. Also for the first few months if you are good you wear restraints to avoid any nastiness. If bad you will find out how painful bed can be. Understand Branwen?" she asked.

Dropping my head in respect and curtseying "Yes Mistress Mary".

"Good Branwen, but you need more respect when you curtsey" she instructed. So again I curtseyed ten more times until my voice and curtsey was Branwen and not Brian. "Now Branwen its off to bed for you, Miss Michelle will show you the way and tuck you in. Oh before you go its time to introduce you to your new toy, a toy I don't want to see you without unless removed by Miss Michelle or me. Come here."

"Yes Mistress Mary" I answered with no hesitation.

"Open wide now" Mistress Mary demanded.

"Aarrrghh" my mouth opened wide.

"Wider Branwen or else the punishment will begin today," said Mistress Mary with no uncertain tone.

"Aaaaargh" my mouth opened wider.

"First we have to tighten this, always remember Branwen when you put on a strap or piece of clothing, it has to be to its tightest Understand?" she asked expecting no answer.

Her hands undid the collar around my neck, loosened the strap, unhooked the nose strap before reinserting it an half inch deeper in my nose, then with no warning the collar was tight around my neck with my nose raised an inch higher in the air.

"Hands to your sides, if they move they will not move again for a long time" Miss Michelle ordered. My hands dropped to my side staying firm.

My mouth was still wide as a horse bit was inserted between my painted lips with the two metal rings either side of my mouth hitting my cheeks, a chin guard was tightened under my chin locked in place as was the strap around my head. Two clicks were heard attaching them to the metal rings. I soon found out what it was as a horse harness was dropped down my chest.

"Now this will stop you talking, but when off you must show us the respect or else. Understand?" she enquired. I merely nodded my head as the nose strap dug a little bit deeper making me wince.

"Now off to bed, Miss Michelle will lead you" Miss Michelle did indeed lead me by the harness.

"Lay in bed, legs and arms spread," commanded Miss Michelle.

Four straps were tied to the bedposts, then to my four body parts. I was helpless. The lights were turned off as the pink satin sheets stayed folded at the end. There I lay with horse harness, nose strap, chemise, ankle boots, maids doily cap, and the rest of my feminine shape.

"Now tonight think what Branwen the sissy maid will be like, think of her character, her loves, her turn ons for Branwen the sissy maid has no turnoffs. Think well Branwen, thinks about the rest of your life" Mistress Mary whispered.

As I lay confined and in the current state, I did think but not of being a sissy maid but how to escape and regain my own life. I may dress and act as Branwen but deep inside hidden from the girls I was still Brian.

 

Branwens first night

"You sure about that, I mean he is still your boyfriend" Miss Michelle double-checked.

"Sure Michelle, if you can use what I couldn't, its yours" Mistress Mary reassured her.

  

  

  

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