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Bound to My Clothes - Chapter 2
By Sissy Alamoor
I looked around me and only saw darkness. It felt like days since the
start of this...torture. Aside from banging one of my fiancee's
friends, I had done nothing wrong. Why was I being punished? What did
Denise and Susan have to do with it?
I wouldn't have to wait long for answers--some of them anyway.
With my hands and feet bound, and with something holding my mouth open,
my sense of hearing was quite acute. I heard footsteps coming down the
hallway. I tried to make a noise, to get someone to help me out of this
situation, but the only sound that came from my mouth consisted
entirely of vowels. Not being able to move my teeth to produce the
correct sound, no one could have made out what I was saying--if even
the language I was speaking. Just then, Becca appeared in the doorway.
With the light from the hallway illuminating her, she was a picture of
beauty. She was dressed in what appeared to be a men's tuxedo, except
that with her figure she looked nothing like a man. The suit clug
loosely to her body in some places and pointed out all of the "tourist
attractions," if you know what I mean, in others. For a moment, I
forgot about my...situation and wanted to throw her down on the bed.
"I see my bride-to-be is awake," She said with a slight tinge of
sarcasm.
I responded with my now infamous. "Mmmmfffffpppphhhh."
"Isn't that cute?" She said. "She thinks I can understand her."
At this point, I gave up. I had been struggling before with the idea
that maybe this whole thing was her friends' idea. Maybe Becca would
come and rescue me. I had misjudged her. She was not only part of the
plot; she was the instigator of it. My eyes began to tear at the
thought that she was doing this to me--no, at the thought that she even
knew anything about it. She was my fiancee. She loved me. How could she
be doing this? Quickly the tears began to fall until they were more of
Niagara Falls than a sob.
"I bet you're wondering what's going on, aren't you?" She said.
I just nodded my head, trying to keep Becca in focus through the tears.
"I've lived with you for two years. I've done everything for you. I
made you think that I was the perfect woman. I did your laundry, I
washed the dishes, I mowed the yard. I put up with your alcoholism and
your abuse. And for what? You never had any intention of marrying me,
did you? I got with you for your money, but without marrying me, I
can't get it. So a few of my friends, who didn't really like you in the
first place, gave me an idea. If you aren't around, then your money
would go to your next of kin. Since you don't have any family, that
would be me. It would be very simple for me to convince the courts that
I deserve your estate. The only problem is that none of us are
murderers. We simply couldn't risk it. We thought about a hitman, but
there's still the possibility that we would get caught. And with you
being a lawyer, it wouldn't go over very well for us. So, we decided to
dispose of you in another fashion. Recognize that wedding dress? It was
mine. It took some maneuvering, but we managed to get in on you,
between the four of us. I thought someone should wear it once, since I
never will. Not for you."
"Wait," I thought. "Four of us?
"Oh," Becca continued. "I almost forgot about Ben. I believe you
remember him from that case you lost. Turns out he got picked up for an
expired driver's license and had to serve that month in jail. He wasn't
too happy with you for that. And he's the most passionate lover I've
ever had. Unfortunately, he's also poor. That's where you...I mean your
money comes in."
"That's enough explanation for now, I think," Becca concluded. "I
believe it's time for bed."
With that, Becca produced a needle. She stuck the needle in my arm and
said goodnight as she kissed me on the forehead. I tried for a few
minutes to maintain consciousness as she stood over me, but eventually
lost my battle.
When I awoke, I noticed that my arms and legs were no longer bound. And
I wasn't wearing her wedding dress anymore. It was hanging neatly in
the closet. I rubbed my wrists and ankles, thankful that my nightmare
was over. I looked down on my body to see that the bra and panties from
earlier were still on me, and they were still locked in place. I still
felt groggy, but at least I could get up off the bed. I decided that,
since I obviously had to somehow remove these garments from my body,
that I would need to get dressed first. It wouldn't be so bad to have
them under my clothes.
I searched through the closet, but the only article of clothing that I
recognized was the wedding dress. All the other articles were feminine-
-ultra feminine--in style. Nothing but dresses, skirts, and blouses.
All the shoes had been replaced too. My only options were heels, open-
toed sandals, and a combination of the two. I tore through the drawers,
but then remembered that Denise and Susan had replaced all my former
articles with feminine ones. I began to panic, but then I thought of
the storage boxes in the basement. All of our winter clothes were
stored in there. Surely they hadn't thought of that. I bolted down the
stairs to find that I was mistaken. Not only that, but instead of
clothes in the boxes, there was a note taped to the top of one. It
read, "Sorry, Diane. Good little girls only wear girl's clothes," and
it had a smiley face. I was stuck.
Suddenly, a revelation! TOOLS! If I couldn't go somewhere to have these
removed, I could do it myself. I didn't have much in the way of tools,
but I know that I had a pair of bolt cutters. I went back upstairs to
the garage and found that all of my tools were gone too. In their place
was another note. "Sorry, Diane. Girls don't need tools. Besides, Ben
said he could use them."
I had been beaten. There was nothing else I could do but face my
situation. I went back into the bedroom and contemplated my situation.
Obviously, I couldn't go to work. But I felt so naked without something
on. So I went through the dresses and skirts and blouses and tried to
find something as far from feminine as I could find, but to no avail.
Everything was very girly, with flowers or hearts on it, bright pink in
color, or really short, or with flouncy sleeves. I settled on a pink
blouse with a black skirt. I wasn't about to put on pantyhose or shoes.
I went into the living room to contemplate my situation. As I sat
there, I realized that I couldn't remember the last time I ate. So I
went to the kitchen.
All of the cupboards were bare. The refrigerator was empty, except for
two apples and another note. "Hungry, eh Diane?" It said. "Well this is
all you get for the next two days. Ben, the girls and me are going to
be out of town, but we'll be back on Wednesday. Sleep tight."
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Becca.
"No," She said. "That outfit won't do at all. You are to wear pantyhose
and shoes at all times, my dear."
"Becca, please stop this," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Shut up, bitch," She interrupted. "You will do exactly as I say or
else you will starve to death there. Now, I will explain to you the
details of what's going on, but no more interruptions, agreed?"
I was too downtrodden to argue at this point, so I just agreed.
"Good," She said. "First of all, there are cameras installed all
through the house. I say that you have already found that you have
nothing but feminine clothing. You are to wear it each and every day.
You will also wear all necessary undergarments and shoes at all times.
If you do not, you shall never see me or any of us again. I will give
you more details later, but for now, go upstairs to the bedroom and
find a pair of pantyhose and some shoes. Take the phone with you.
Remember, I'm watching."
I decided that there was nothing I could do but oblige. So I went
upstairs. Now, I have never put on pantyhose before. I have taken off
many pair, but my knowledge of how to put them on was lacking. Becca
walked me through it.
"First, open the package and remove the cardboard. Then, roll the first
leg up until you are at the end. Line up the seam with your toes, and
pull them up slowly to your knee. Repeat with the other leg and then
pull them all the way up. Good. Now, go get a pair of shoes. Heels, I
think."
I found the smallest heels I could find. They were easily four inches
high, but they were the smallest ones. I placed my foot in the shoe and
buckled the strap. Once I had finished with the other one, Becca chimed
in again.
"Now, go to the bathroom and shave your face. You look like...a man in
women's clothing." She got a good laugh out of that. "We need for you
to do your makeup and your nails."
Becca walked me through the basics of makeup application and of
painting my nails. Then she bid me farewell, but not before telling me
that I was to always dress completely and that I was to sleep in a
nightgown and pantyhose. She also told me that she had a few more
surprises for me when she returns, but that in the meantime, she was
watching...
To be continued.
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