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Male Zunt by Louise Mercury Hi! Name's Mike. Not long ago I was in my mid-thirties, a freelancer in IT and single for some years. I have lots of friends I spent my time with, but there haven't been that special someone. Some years ago I had a girlfriend and we had a nice time for 5 years, but then she cheated on me and that drew us apart. Not that I can't really blame her or hate her for that. I was so involved in my studies and spent lots of my time nose deep down in my books and computers our relationship grew cold. She had her burdens to carry too and so it was more of a weekend- relationship before anyway. We spend as much time together as we could muster, had a really good time then and cared for each other a lot. We had some nice vacations and I still remember all those great experiences we shared. Sex wasn't too bad either. She was my first, I was her second and after we had mastered the first obstacles it was great - okay, not earth-rocking great, but then it's just an act to release tension. Right? We had went to school together for some years before we became an item. Although most of our friends thought we had already been for years, because I drove her around all the time. Since we lived in the same area quite a way from school and I had a pick-up-truck I picked her up (now I see that pun, too) on my way back and forth. Then school was over and we were accustomed to each other. Thus it was more like 'What do you think? Should we go our own ways or should we try being a couple?' Her words not mine! I wouldn't have mustered the courage to ask since I thought she was still in a relationship. I had the hots for her body and she seemed my kind of girl, but I had not thought about 'us' until then. But at that moment it all clicked into place. I could see what it is like to have a girlfriend, maybe get the chance to feel her up and even loose my virginity. Close to 20 I was afraid it was about time or I would end as male spinster. So it was not really true love from the beginning and it was the reason I said 'we had a nice time'. There was affection but obviously not enough. So when she went out dancing, I didn't follow, since I hate to dance. Alright, I had been a passable dancer when I was a teen. I danced all night long with my sister, my cousins and who ever happened to be around and willing. I even went to a dancing school for two years, but then something twitched and I couldn't stand it anymore. She went to a disco. Nowadays disco was ... is a horror to me. I can't stand the noisiness. It gives me headaches. ...and the "music" they play nowadays?!? As appealing as standing close to a jackhammer for hours. I am not nostalgic, but a good beat, a great lyrics and well- played instruments beat techno any time. Except trash-metal and techno I listen to all kinds of music. Hard-rock, heavy, folk, country, classic rock, jazz, blues, opera, rap, hip-hop, funk, reggae, soul, R'n'B... everything is fine but techno??? So to make a long speech short, she went to a disco met someone, fell in love, hit it off with the boy, split up, came back to me and did it all over again. But then the trust was gone and that little love we had for each other was not enough for a relationship. We split as some would say goodbye when going to work or shopping. We still meet each other from time to time or We chat all night long on the phone occasionally and still care for each other, but there will never be more than friendship and maybe never was. I didn't miss sex that much and definitely wasn't looking for a girlfriend after that. I was too occupied with my friends, jobs and doing what came to my mind. So I did not search, hadn't a opportunity I was aware of and I was not found by someone. Maybe their attempts were too subtle, they thought me taken or gay, because I wasn't leering at them or there simply had been none attempt. Last one could be most possible one for my understanding. I am an average, plain looking guy. Balding hair, average height, white middle-class, middle-aged. So everything average when you look at me. Maybe I am a bit on the wobbly side. Since I was not hunting for a partner, I let myself go as many married men do, too. There is a bit of fat on my waist and my belly and to be honest I am quite a bit overweight, but again this is average nowadays, too, isn't it. Only my mind seems not so average. Maybe I am not that red-blooded male, but maybe I am average there too. But my female friends keep telling me what a nice guy I am, what a pity, I am wasting such a gentle guy with not having a girlfriend and any girl should be oh so lucky if she could lay her hands on me. I am not sure it is true. I guess they try to cheer me up, to be polite or it is really as they see me. But then I am happy as everything is now. I do not miss a thing, I am my own master and can do as I wish. I guess after more than ten years as a single, I collected quite some spleens, too. 'Aw, humbug!' So I like to think I protect the women from myself by being a social hermit when it comes to dating. Basically this sums up what I have been like when I met Louise. She was all I dreamed about in a women and more. She had silky long blond hair with some darker streaks. It framed her beautiful face and highlighted its softness. Her features were even and in perfect proportion. But what draw me in were her magnificent icy-blue eyes. They had a depth and sadness and tranquility in them like a well drilled into a glacier or an antarctic shelf ice-field. A picture flipped in my mind of sitting on a foggy November's day at the windowsill next to an open fireplace, staring out of the window lost in thoughts, holding a large cup of tea and listening to some sad love ballads about lost love. But then she smiled and her eyes lit up like if sunlight had hit the blue ice of an iceberg. Not only her eyes seemed to sparkle, all her face and body radiated a warmth so clearly to be seen, I felt like I was hit physically by a shock wave. The room had somewhat brightened just by her smile as if the sun broke through a cloudy sky. She was not the sexiest woman alive when it comes to FHM terms, but for me at this moment she became a perfect 10. I don't think I was struck by Amor's arrow, but I could not let my eyes wander off of her for too long. I tried to suck in every little detail of her body. I discovered her sensuous, slim but somehow still full lips, her creamy complexion, the perfectly trimmed and arched brows. Everything accented by an almost invisible amount of make-up. She was dressed in a business suit, dark blue with pin-stripes, underneath a simple white blouse. Some women I know refer to such ensemble as their 'power suit', but on her it still screamed femininity. The laps of her jacket flared out slightly just enough to hint of her beautiful slim waist and nicely curved feminine hips. Under her knee-length straight skirt emerged some shapely legs, clad in pearly nylon. Only her 'flats' with just one or two inch heels disturbed my image of her. Her pumps were a dark blue and had a classic cut which fits her to the dot, but somehow I would have thought (hoped) for at least three inches stiletto heels. Maybe it was just out of comfort reasons or because she wanted look professional but not that "professional", if you know what I mean. Anyhow I was immediately in her spell, but I knew she was clearly out of my league. Beside her looks she had the brains as well. The meeting was about a new IT solution for the hospital where she works. Beside being the chief of the surgery and emergency unit she is accounted as one of the top cosmetic surgeons. Knowing all this in advance I had no hope of getting anywhere with her. Someone like her would be engaged or married to someone with old money or at least counted as 'high society'. During a break I headed for a coffee. If you know how much code is 'driven by caffeine' you would clearly see the pun in calling a programming language Java and having Beans there as well. Anyhow, I was standing there with my mug-like cup when a soft sexy voice asked me for some sugar, if there were any left. You see, I am into sugar as well. Coke and coffee with lots of sugar (kind of hot coke, I guess) are my weak spot. I had just sunken five spoons full of sugar into my cup, when that sentence startled me. I turned around and was hit again by some starry bright blue eyes. This time they had a twinkle sparkling there, too. I was too shocked to say something stupid and passed her the sugar bowl wordless. But then I came up with 'There must be some people stacking sugar away for the winter season! The bowl had been full just moments ago...'. Although a stupid line this seemed to fit her sense of humor. Moments later we were chatting about our obsession for sugary drinks and how unhealthy they are. When she confessed, it was her cryptonite, I told her, I had the same weak spot and jokingly asked, how it was to be Supergirl and instead of shooting me the "geek-look" she laughed heartily and said with sugar being my cryptonite too, I then must be superman and she were glad to have finally found me. First I was taken back by this comment but it came out so honestly, my defense came down as fast as they had shoot up. Since she was not in my range I talked to her quite openly. We joked and teased and I almost got the impression, she was in a flirty mood. Naah, not this 10! No way! But before the break was over she told me her name was Louise and she was single. I didn't get it then, but she had waved a welcome sign at me as big as a building. I told her my name and we should better head back before they started without us. I saw her eyes lose a bit of its shine, but was too fascinated by the deep blue to catch its meaning. During the meeting she caught me quite some times staring at the spot where her blouse opened just a bit to reveal a silvery pendant hanging right next to the silky skin indicating the swelling of her breasts. Although I blushed each time like a schoolboy and although I scolded myself mentally, I couldn't stop looking. I fantasized about how they might look. Surely youthful, maybe even perky but not too big. Just as I like them. They would be soft, but still firm and most likely exact the right size. Thank god, meetings are a waste of time eighty percent of the time. People tent to blow hot air and keep repeating the same phrases over and over again. Otherwise I would have endangered my job significantly. So everything appeared to be fine when the meeting ended. But then I knew I was in big trouble. Louise came over to me. She had caught me staring that often, she would clearly put me on the spot for being such a jerk and maybe for sexual harassment. With reddening face I stuffed my notebook in my bag and tried to run, when I heard: "Mike, do you have another minute? I would like to clarify some things with you!" Oh, oh, there it was! Some others were already looking expectantly. Like a schoolboy called to the principal's office I trotted over to her, head slightly hanging. I was playing defenses over and over in my mind but nothing worked out right. Those occupied I almost missed her saying: "I would like to discuss some adaptions with you. Emergency units are always a bit different from the rest of the business. So some small modifications could make a big difference for me. But since this is not of interest for the other departments, I thought we could solve this bilateral... How about dinner?... I know a nice restaurant not to far away where we could get a secluded booth. So we won't be overheard..." She looked expectantly at me and the sparkling was back to her eyes. I couldn't have said no if I had wanted too. Although I could not figure out for the life of me what she meant by 'secluded' and 'overheard'. Discussing adaptions to an accounting program or patients' registration clearly did not qualify for observation by NSA agents and a hospital usually is not target of industrial espionage. At least of what I am aware of. She smiled enigmatically at me and added "The bill will be on me, of course" Before I had thought about it, I heard myself reply: "Of course not! It will be my pleasure to repay Supergirl some of her services of mankind." I could punch myself again for such a flat line, but Louise just smiled brighter than before. To make a long story short we didn't discuss lot of business that evening. I found out she was two years younger than me, liked lots of the same stuff and had a warm and open character. More and more I felt myself drawn to her and began wondering how I could get her interested in me. Somehow she must have caught one of my dreamy stares and interpreted it correctly, since she said: "You still don't get it, do you? I mean why I asked you for this meeting? ... this DATE? ..." she let her voice trail and watched my brain catch up with her speech. When my brain reached the 'date' part she just nodded and smiled. I sat there thunderstruck. I hope my mouth was not agape. I said something eloquent like "You want... I ... erm ... You ... erm ... me... " Louise just laughed, reached over and kissed me full on the lips. 'Wow', I thought and then 'hmm, strawberry' and then 'whaaaat?'. I shook my head to clear some fog and smiled timidly back. "Thank you!" flopped out. She laughed again and added: "You're welcome, you teddy-bear!" I didn't know whether to be offended or not. In my teenage years I had some friends I would have liked to date, but they told me 'You are such a good friend - like a teddy-bear!'. And that always ended any oncoming relationship for them. So what was Louise up to? I decided to trust her smile and kissed her back. She came over to my side of the bench and we snuggled up close. We kissed some more and not much later headed to her home. She lived in a lovely house up the hill. It was surrounded by a tall hedge and protected from view further by trees and bushes. It looked classy and modern at the same time - just like Louise. Inside it was as stylish as warm and cozy. I don't know how she managed that, but I felt at home when I stepped through the door and still it could have served for a party with 50 guests without being not representative enough. She led me to her living room and I sank into her Chesterfield sofa while she made us drinks. Then she came over, sat them on the table and placed herself next to me. We did not pay much attention to the drinks anymore, since our lips interlocked and my hands wandered over her still dressed body like did hers over mine. I didn't made third base or a homerun that evening, but it didn't take too long after that evening. Soon we were a couple and in seventh heaven. I think this was the first time I was really in love with someone. Louise was loving and caring and couldn't take her hands off me. When we were out people often raised a brow, because we were giggling and kissing and holding hands like teens in love. Then after two month everything changed. I had a long day talking to customers contradicting each other and themselves all the time. It was always stop and go, left, no right, green, blue, yellow a.s.o.. I was so wound up, I did not sense Louise was not as cheerfully and jolly as she always used to be. When she complaint about her job and how people got on her nerves I did not back off and calm her down. Instead I complaint about my day and my job. Soon one thing led to another and insult added to injury. Finally I heard myself saying: "I don't know why you waste your time with cosmetic surgery anyhow! Just to blow up some lips and tits or suck off some fat of some rich chicks with no other problems on mind?" She cut me short shouting back "It is not only that! And if you just wouldn't be so small-minded you would see that too!!! ... maybe you should see it yourself first hand one day then maybe you would care!!!" Although still shouting I saw tears coming to her still beautiful eyes. With that she turned around and rushed out the door - not without slamming it shut. I thought I heard some wood splinter. I stood there unable too move. I was too shocked. Never before had I seen my Louise as mad as that. I wanted to run after her, take her in my arms and calm her down or if necessary I would apologize on my knees for all I had said. You might find that strange to hear from a grown man like me. But at that moment I feared I would lose her and everything I could do to prevent it was just good enough. I still stood there transfixed not sure if I should leave her alone or I should try to comfort her, when I heard her coming back. She opened the door and stopped a few steps away from me. Her face was cold with a sad and tortured look. Before I could start to apologize she began with an icy voice I never had heard before: "I thought one day you would prove to be as open as I though you were and we could have some fun. But you are such an ignorant scumbag I guess I have to give you a lesson or two!" With that she took a step forward and I saw her arm dart toward mine. The moment it made contact I felt a sting. Her arm and she rushed back a step or two. At least I think she rushed, because I just saw her move in slow motion with a trail of half-transparent shadows following her - just like you see in cartoons all the time if someone is moving with ultrasonic speed or such. My mind slowed down. I saw Louise grow until I registered I was falling. My limbs did nothing of what I told them. 'LOUISE HAS POISONED ME!!' Was all I could think before I hit the ground. The "Why?" on my lips and a disbelief forming on my face vanished when I was surrounded by blackness. ***** I woke up startled. An alarm clock ringing in my ears as if hell broke loose. I brought my upper body up in a rush and felt a bit woozy immediately. I grabbed for the back of the couch. While I waited for the fog in my mind to go away I registered I have been laying on the couch. Still a bit weak I shuffled my legs to the edge and let my feet drop down one by one. My calves followed and I felt a short painful sting when the hollows of my knees connected with the edge. I was pulled upright by the momentum of my legs and another sting shot through my body. But I could not place its source. It seemed to spread everywhere like waves when you throw a handful of gravel into a lake. With the fading pain the fog seemed to be washed away as well. So pieces of my mind clicked into place and I recalled fragments of our evening. Yesterday evening? I looked at my watch but it had stopped somewhere after four. Since it was a self-winding watch this was no indication at all. I tried to stand up, but i felt too weak and slumped back. Right then the door opened and a cheerful Louise entered stage, carrying a tray with breakfast. "Oh, you shouldn't have tried to get up so soon! You must be pretty starving and weak?!" She came over with a spring to her steps and sat right next to me. I found myself flinch involuntarily the moment she tried to lay her hand on my leg like she had done so many times in the past already. I was confused, but Louise seemed not to notice. When she placed the tray in front of me I felt my stomach riot. It was more like if I had not eaten for a week or two. When I started to shovel my cereals away I recalled our last words. I stopped and turned around. I looked Louise in the eyes which looked back at me expectantly, with curiosity and a smile I could not place. "Louise" I said, "please excuse what I said to you! I didn't mean it. I was just drained and frustrated and I couldn't think clear. Please forgive me! I thought I would lose you! I was about to apologize the moment you came back... " I stopped, then took a deep breath. "This reminds me... What have you done? You touched me and I blacked out. I can't remember anything after that..." I browsed my mind for missing parts again, but there was nothing new. Thus I was quite shocked when Louise answered me still as cheerfully as before: "Oh I am sure you meant it that way. Maybe not that consciously but in your subconsciousness for sure. Every male has such a part somewhere. Yours might be deeper down - buried underneath your upbringing - but still there it is and in situations like last week it will show... and I am not willing to tolerate that!" She looked me deep in the eyes and again I was not sure about the feelings behind hers. But my confusion must have shown, because she added "Oh! Oh yeah, you were out for a bit over a week! You... I... You needed that time! I called you in sick and that I would look after you, since you have no relatives around here. You see my full medical attention was required for you. The toxin I gave you that evening was similar to that of fugo. You know that Japanese blowfish? But other than its neurotoxin it does not effect the body some 40 minutes later, but within seconds. It still blocks the transmitters of one's muscles. So all your muscles went limb. Usually you would have laid there fully conscious, but unable to blink an eye. You would have felt and heard and seen everything I did to you. You could not control any bodily function where muscles are involved. ... Yes, you wet yourself and you emptied yourself on the carpet. You went out like a light, too, when you hit the floor. Sorry, but I thought you might attack me, when I stung you, and then you were to heavy to catch you anyway." I sat there and could not believe what I heard. Louise was chatty and cheerful while describing how she had given me one of the most deathly poisons known to mankind. My mouth was agape until she gently put it shut with her index finger under my chin. I still looked at her not sure what to make out of this. "... so I had to undress you, clean you and the carpet, watch out for your breathing and then wheel you to my secret place." She smiled that enigmatic smile of hers while her eyes briefly glanced over. "Oh and there I had some fun with you. ... No, no! Not what you might think, little rascal! I did some modifications - improvements, if you want - to you. That will teach you my lessons clearly and help to not forget" Her smile widened a bit too satanical for my liking. "So now eat your breakfast! We have a long day ahead of us. The house is such a mess since I had to care for you so intensely..." I couldn't have eaten a bit after that speech, but my stomach growled and grumbled I went on shoveling food into my mouth just to please him. When I was done, Louise asked: "So you're not curious of what I achieved?? I didn't know what to reply. I was afraid to find out, what she might have done, but then had she done anything at all? My lovely Louise? On the other hand, ignorance is a bliss! I tried to push it as far away as possible. If I don't know anything happened to me, then it didn't happen. Right? Oh, bullocks! If it happened it happened anyway while I was out. But WHAT happened? Before I could bring sense to that Louise took my hand and pulled slightly. "Oh com'on! You will find out one way or the other anyway. So why don't you strip?" I looked at her. Then a thought struck me. I grabbed my balls and... they were still there. Phew! Thank god! Louise just laughed: "... no, no, it is not that obvious!!! ... I left them there ..." She grew serious, stared me straight in the eyes and added with a tone hard as steel "...for now! Now strip!" The last command came not as stone-cold as the 'for now' but was far away from cheerful. So short of any better thought I pulled off my tee, dropped down my jeans and bent down to remove my socks. That's when I noticed my bare legs and I mean bare legs! There was not a trace of hair there. I touched them and they felt smooth. Not like a woman's but as smooth as the back of my hand. I heard Louise giggle: "So you like them smooooooth? I thought, when I am down there and I have to shave anyway... so why not? You always seemed to love my legs freshly shaven..." I have to admit it's true. But not for the look! Louise could have let her hair grow anywhere. You see I am none of that lads who like to shave of every hair of a body and since I claim the right to let my hair grow on my torso and my legs, what right do I have to ask a woman to shave off hers? To be true shaving is a pain in the a... and just to think about shaving not just the chin but your chest, your legs or even your butt. Ewwwgh! And if it grows back ... wuaa itchy!!! Beside that I like my woman with some hair anyway. Additionally, I think most women wouldn't have to shave their legs in the first, if they had not started shaving them as a teen, trying what it is like or to feel grown up. Then the hair came back darker and thicker every time and they had no other choice than to continue. Or the armpits. Women have such silky and nice smelling hair there. It is much nicer to rub your nose to it than on those hard stubbles growing back after shaving them off a few times. And then down there! Okay, sometimes it looks nice, but often there is just too much to see - like pimples and 'alien lips' - and you always feel like you are raping a minor. No sir, I like the natural style when it comes to women's hair. Maybe not seventies style, but toddler style neither... But I digress. So when I touched my smooth skin I felt some tiny bumps too. I looked more closely and saw some freshly healed scars. There must have been just tree tiny holes lined along the back of each leg. Beside those I had not seen anything out of place so far. With a trembling hand I removed my underpants. The moment I shoved them down, I knew there was something wrong. I pulled down further and saw she had not stopped at the legs. From waistband downwards I was bare. That is beside a small patch of neatly trimmed hair above my little buddy. Now I possessed a silky triangle of short straight auburn hair. I guess I had a bikini waxing, trimming and straightening (!!!) of the hairs left. Where I had a curly scrub spreading wildly before, it looked just like a woman's pride garden now - neatly parted and combed as if advertising a slit below. Luckily my buddy still protruded there. Louise made a muffled sound as if she gulped down some laughter. "You know I simply couldn't stop when those hairs on your legs had vanished. There was such an ugly border and then I started trimming a bit here and a bit there and I am afraid that's when I got carried away. I remembered that lately I though about how such a bikini trim would look on me, but I didn't have the guts to try it after we met. ... and since you owed me something and were at my mercy... But doesn't it makes your little friend down there look a little bit bigger???" I looked and really it looked bigger. Although I was not so sure about it. Because right then he betrayed me and grew a bit. Of course, Louise noticed it right away. "Oh, look! Mr. Sleepy is awake and he seems to like his renovated home!!!" She snickered while I surely turned another shade of red. "What do you like more the trimmed lawn in the front garden or the bare land in the back, Mr. Wrinkles?" she cooed down my front. That brought my attention back to things at hand. Somehow I felt she had not referred to my bare smooth legs. That's when it registered to my (at that time) slow-clocked mind, that the waistband had felt sort of weird when it snapped back from Mr. Mike and glided further down. I lifted Mr. Mike and looked closer. There was not a single hair!! My ballbag was bare, too. Not that there was so much to get rid off before, but can you imagine? She waxed even there!?!?!? Or did she pluck each single hair to fulfill some sick fantasy? Where was my Louise? Was she still the woman standing in front of me and watching me investigate her abuse of power on a drugged victim with a smile every Cheshire cat would be envy of? Just as I mulled over all that Louise went over to the sidetable and grabbed her smart-phone. First I thought she was about to shoot some compromising pictures of me - nude, with shaved legs, a female looking patch of pubic hair. But then she just tipped something into the phone. Right then I felt myself grow about four five inches. That is until I lost balance and noticed my heels had lifted on its own and I was standing on tiptoes now! My calves were totally relaxed, but still I was up on the balls of my feet spreading my toes to gain some grip and balance. At the same time I flailed my arms like a bad wire dancer. That's when Louise grabbed me by the arm and led me over to the settee again. I collapse immediately onto the seat, but my feet kept so absurdly arched. Before I could asked her anything, she had vanished from the room only to rush back in carrying a box with butterflies printed all over on top. She removed the lid and handed me a pair of very high high-heels. "Those might help, honey!" She said soothing, amused and a slight bit disgusted at the same time. I was dumbstruck and unable to move. I just stared at the heels of those shoes. That must have been four inches if not five and only thin as a pencil. "Here, let me help you!" Impatiently Louise snatched one after the other off my hands and placed them on my feet. I guess there was still air underneath my feet, since she took the phone again, pressed something and my shoed feet came down with an audible click of MY(?) high-heels. "Much better!" was all she said while standing up. Then like on second thought: "Hmmm, there is something amiss... hmmm. Oh I know! Which such nice smooth legs there would go some nice and soft nylons!" As if by accident she produced a package out of the box and began to unwrap its content. She enfolded two black stay-ups, removed my shoes and pulled the silky material up each leg. When the bands of elastic were equally high up my legs (that is near my crotch) Louise placed the pumps back at my still ridiculously arched feet. This time they slipped on without resistance. All the time I sat there as if paralyzed and watch stupefied as she went through this routine. My mind was almost blank. I could not bring myself to find out what to think first. What did she do? Why did she do it? Why was I wearing stockings and heels? Why didn't I complain or move? Should I flee? When so, where to? I was naked! Why had I given in? Why did my feet betray me or at least act on its own? What had Louise done? Where could I get any help?... Those questions kept spinning round and round in my head and I couldn't even pick one left alone find an answer. It was as if there was just oatmeal soup where my brain had been moments before. Louise got back up and watched her creation. Hands on her hips, a satisfied smile around the corners of her lips. Suddenly her hands darted towards me and she pulled me off the couch. I stood there unsteady first but when I shifted the weight to my heels much more stable than minutes before. Or has it been hours? At that moment time was so surreal to me. I might have shifted my weight backwards too much because I lost balance again. Hurriedly I shifted my center of gravity towards my toes and found out that the tips of my pointed shoes had been above ground. The sole rolled over the floor from the ball of my foot until my toes finally made contact. Now my heels were off ground and I still had not mustered enough pressure to stop the forward motion. I tried to spread my toes to increase my stand but found my toes squeezed tightly together by that rigid material. So I had to take a step forward. I gained some balance while losing some stability in my ankle. Louise had let go off me a while ago and watched as I struggled against my staggering. After what felt like five minutes I managed to stand at one spot. I looked around and saw Louise standing there. Arms crossed below her breasts locking at me a brow crooked expectantly. Finally I managed a: "What have you done to me?" "Well, obviously I helped you stand up!" "No, I mean WHAT have you done to ME?" "Oh honey, this is on you to find out! It would only be as half as much fun if I told you everything right away, wouldn't it." "But why did you put me in high-heels? I am no woman!" "But darling, have you already forgotten? You accused me quite badly and I told you I will teach you a lesson or two!" She said it as if speaking to a little child, a bit annoyed and a bit feigning surprise, too. Then she added: "Well, I thought since you always asked ME to wear higher stiletto heels you might wanna see what it is like first hand. Or should that be first foot?" Last part was said in a mocking tone. "So I added a little something to your legs and now it would be a bit painful for you to walk around in less then four inch heels. So you should thank me honestly I got you some already. ... and since your legs are so nicely shaven I reckoned you should wear some nylons, too. So they are my present to you... and I see YOU like them ...!?!?!" I followed her glance and saw the flag pole half erected. He betrayed me once again. I was not the tiniest bit aroused and still he told her otherwise. I soon discovered what was 'wrong'. By balancing in MY(?) heels - why keep I calling them MY heels ? - I had shifted to stand more erect. By doing so I had trusted my pelvis forward. In consequence my thighs and butt cheeks were pressed together a bit more than usually and blocked the blood circulation down there. Et voila... I immediately spread my legs a bit further. But of course it was too late. She thought I was aroused and so she would see things no matter what. She opened the door to the hallway and held it open for me. A cool breeze whirled around my nylon-clad legs and let me shiver. Immediately goosebumps pressed against the sheer material. Which made me shiver again and I wondered why women wore nylons anyway. It definitely couldn't be for the warmth. "Come on! I don't have all day and we can't have you running around naked, can we." Louise was tapping her foot impatiently. I hurried over to and through the door. That's when I noticed I had almost no problems walking in those heels. It was just like walking tiptoed with a little extra support at the heels. My heels were announcing every step with a heavy clack. In between I heard a whooshing sound emerging my stocking clad legs. All in all this really excited Mr. Mike and after flopping around during the first steps it caused him to stir and then to greet the sun. He became rock-hard and painfully called for attention and relief. I was still torn between pain and fascination of how easily I could walk in such heels. In the movies men stumbled around all evening - even if magically transformed into a woman, you knew they were men because they couldn't work in heels. Only transvestites were capable of working effortlessly like women when it comes to movies. Still here I was walking just a bit unsteady but still more or less without any problem. Louise had already taken lead again and coaxed me upstairs. Have you ever tried to walk tiptoed up a stairway - but without lowering the heel? I can tell you it is a hell of a job. Now I know even women in heels tend to walk with their heels leveled nearly as deep as the balls of their feet. Only I couldn't bring my heels down one inch. So I walked knees slightly turned towards the rail placing the complete shoe on the step. That helped a lot and I reached Louise without too much delay. Still she looked frustrated and impatiently. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bedroom. As I tried to keep up her pace I had a flashback of a child just learning to walk tagged along by her mother in hurry. Just like such I then stood in the entrance to her private realm shifting from one foot to the other while watching Louise open all her wardrobes, pacing back and forth, taking things out to inspect and placing them back. Then she literally jumped and rushed to the backmost corner of her walk-in closet. "Honey, close your eyes and lift your hands above your head!" When I obeyed I heard her coming back to me. "Now bend forward, but keep your eyes closed!!!" I did as told. Then she shoved something down my arms and pulled it over my head. Next I felt a soft and scratchy piece of cloth being pulled down my torso. The wadded fabric straightened out and nestled tight to my body. I was told to stand up just before I felt the scratchy part coming to a stop at my backside. Louise allowed me to open my eyes and took a few steps back. After an admiring glance and a satisfied smile she move to her sewn There I was in high-heels, black sheer hold-ups and a FRENCH MAID outfit!!! I didn't know what was happening to me. Okay, I have never been the outgoing or aggressive guy, but there I stood passive, unsure what to do, what to say - just staring at the man in a roleplay dress - A WOMAN'S ROLEPLAY DRESS that is!!! The costume was a one-piece dress - black with white lacing up the front, a white sewed-on apron, puffed sleeves and a mini-skirt. There was a lot of lace sewn to every seam and underneath the mini-skirt I could see bits of a starched petticoat. That's what had scratched me and was now pushing the skirt up and outwards. In the front this would not have been necessary, since there my little buddy was still determined being the big buddy. Still rock-hard it lifted the hem of MY skirt above my waistline. Like a missile ready to be launched and aching as it was about to explode. "Louise, what is this all about?!?!? Why did you put me in that dress?!?!?" "DON'T YOU DARE TO SHOUT AT ME, YOUNG LADY!!!" Louise bawled right back. "You will BE my maid today! You will call me Ma'am or Mrs. Louise and you will not speak unless spoken to or if you have to answer the phone or the door! I will call you Michelle and ONLY Michelle for the time you are in that dress! Do YOU understand?" I stood there flabbergasted. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Louise repeated impatiently and furiously. "Yes" I answered timidly and after a steely look "... Mrs. Louise". "Well, then... I will let this one go, but from now on you will be punished if you don't play by the rules! You will behave like a maid all day or 24/7 if I say so! You will stay in the role of a woman all the time. Meaning you will listen to your new name, will sit with your knees demurely together and your skirt neatly tugged straight before sitting down. You will sit down when you urinate and you WILL NOT play with your perky friend down there. You will do all the chores a maid has to carry out. Further you will only dress as I say! Further rules will be set along the way. IS THIS CLEAR?" "Yes, ... Mrs. Louise." "Okay. While I watched Mike to overcome his illness I had no time to clean the house. You will do that first. You start in the kitchen. On your way pick up the tray with Mike's breakfast. I expect the kitchen to be clean by 11 o'clock sharp! Do the dishes, clean the kitchen counter and check the fridge. Now rush! There is no time like the present!" To shocked to answer or to contradict I turned around and headed for the door head hanging in despair and shame. "And put your chin up! You are a proud young woman earning what she needs!" I didn't miss the double meaning behind her words, but knew better than to reply. Instead I lifted my head and went back to the stairs. All the way my nylons kept swooshing and the petticoat rubbed my touch- sensitive bomb. So it was no surprise it went off when I had made it half way down. First few steps it felt as if the veins were about to bust, it ached and I am pretty sure it was as hard as never ever before. Then suddenly without further indication a big globe of goo spurted from under my skirt. It hit the rail, some steps and the floor six foot below. I had unconsciously grabbed a hold of the rail and let out a primeval grunt. Unlike by spasm which shoot my load usually, it was more like someone had stepped on a hose and a bubble of water had build up and then the foot had been withdrawn. Like a dam broken the goo shoot forth. When it had finished my tail bobbed happily up and down literally dry-humping. Louise had seen it all from upstairs and now called down to me "Michelle, this is not what I see as acceptable behavior by a member of my mansion. I will add one punishment to your account. Now clean up this mess first! I will not tolerate such behavior again!" I nodded an almost inaudible "Yes, ma'am" and headed for the kitchen to get some rags. Mr. Mike was half-erect as if hanging his head in shame for bringing me trouble. "... and Michelle?! I still expect the kitchen clean and shiny by 11!" With that Louise went back to her bedroom. I continued my walk over to the kitchen. Mr. Mike still rubbed against the petticoat, my nylons still swooshed and the heels still pressed my thighs together, but my mind whirled around what to do next. Of course I had to clean-up the mess and then the kitchen. Or should I try to flee from Louise? But where to - dressed as I was - clearly to be seen as a man in drag? Unshaven - that is when it came to my face - and with short hair and no make-up - not that I had any intention to start with it! And what was about my feet? Could I still walk without high-heels? Was it reversible? Like on auto-pilot I found my way to the kitchen sink, fished a dirt bucket and a rag from a cupboard below, filled in some water and returned to my task at hand. I cleaned the floor first. I guessed it easier to do while wearing high-heels. How would I know? After less then a minute my toes were aching from fighting my body to topple over. First I had tried to only bend in the hips. But this sent me running down the hall as soon as I reached out for the rag. I nearly crashed into the wall opposite. So I lowered myself bending my knees and keeping the back straight. Then I turned my knees to the left while I mopped right off my feet. I became aware that I had seen women do this like that before. So maybe it was efficiently and naturally, but still it hurt a lot. Next I spepped up the stairs and cleaned one by one moving upwards. This was much easier than I had feared. Last and simplest was the rail. In the end I was happy doing it in that order. When I returned to the kitchen I recalled to pick-up the tray. I headed back to the living room. When I bent down I discovered all of Mike's clothes - WTF ??? - all of MY clothes gone. Where I had dumped them to the floor was just an empty spot now. Somehow Louise must have snatched them when I tried to balance in my new shoes or while I was in the kitchen. That restricted my opportunities to flee from here further. Now there would be only a choice from Louise's oh so feminine collection. That is if they fit me at all. With something new to mull over I balanced the tray in one hand the bucket in the other and all the while myself on top of those heels. In the end I itched forward and finally I made it. I dumped the dirty water and cleaned away all the dishes. While standing at the sink my feet began to ache quite heavily. But when I took a few steps to get a towel I found some relief. Soon I was pacing back and forth just to keep my feet relaxed for seconds. It did not help for long but still it was more bearable than standing at a spot all the time. My little friend wasn't so perky anymore. Although still flopping around and rubbing against the starched fabrics he remained in hiding. Nevertheless it hurt after a while. So while I cleaned out the fridge, cleaned the boards and put the food back in, it was quite relaxing to have some cool air down there. I was about to close the fridge's door when the kitchen door flew open and Louise entered. She was dressed all in black. Though short of leather and rubber she still emanated an air of domination. A picture of her with a riding crop popped to my mind and vanished in a flash. "I am finished, ma'am", I said lowering my head in a shy manner. "Then why does all this stuff fill the counter?", Louise asked again with a sharp tone to her voice. "Ma'am, those are goods which are expired." "So and why are they dumped on the counter then?", Louise grew more impatient by the minute. "I was not sure, what you would like me to do with them, ma'am" I replied even more voiceless than before. Louise became a little more relaxed hearing that. "Oh, dear, why, of course we dump them into the garbage bin. Just put them in a plastic bag and dump them. What is the big problem with this?" "Ehm, ma'am, erm... the bin would be ... erm ... like outside..." I hope she would see my dilemma and of course she did, but not as I expected. "Yes, so it is!?! Just go outside, dump them and come back in!" I was about to complain, when she added "Now!!!" I don't know whereto my balls have gone, but I must have lost them somewhere on the course of today. I guess my mind just blanked out and took all my manliness to a hidden realm, because I found myself rushing over to the sink as fast as my high-heeled feet would let me, grabbed a bag and dumped in all the stuff from the counter. Hesitatingly I walked over to the door and headed for the garage door. Louise followed just a step behind and watched me closely. I could feel her eyes drilling in my back. The outer door slid up and back and I stood almost exposed to the world. I was frozen in place. Louise pushed me out of my paralysis. "We don't have all day!" I minced over to the bin opened, the lid and dumped the bag inside. I let go of the lid and rushed back into 'safety'. But Louise blocked my way, arms folded in front, just with one look. "Just where are you heading to? Haven't you forgot something?" I looked at her frightened and confused. I just wanted to get out off sight of potential onlookers although Louis' hedges blocked the view more or less completely. "Loui... Ma'am...? I ... ?" I stuttered. "Do you think YOU are alone on this planet? Or do you think everybody and anything is there just to revolve around you???" "Ehm, no ?!? Ma'am..." "Then go back and separate the garbage!" I grew beet-red, while I went back to the bin. I opened the lid all the way and leaned over as far as I could to reach down and grab the bag I had just thrown in. I was painfully aware, that not only my nylon-clad and high-heeled legs where in plain view, but so was my bare bottom framed by a lacy disc of my sticking-out skirt. I fished the bag out of the bin and opened it. Then I retrieved all fruits and veggies and dumped those into the green bin. Then I emptied the jars and tins and dumped them correctly. When I had dumped the rest correctly too, I closed the lids and went back to Louise. "I am done, Ma'am" Why couldn't I meet her eyes? "Well, then close the doors and come back inside!" With that she turned around and walked back in without shedding me another look. I did as she said and met her in the kitchen only moments later. With a stage-worth take to the kitchen clock she stated "It is almost a quarter past 11! So, this will be another notch for you." "Yes, ma'am" I answered hanging my head. "So now prepare lunch for both of us. There will be salad, an apple and cottage cheese for me. You will have just some salad and a fruit of your choice. You are a bit heavy in the middle section and I am afraid you will tore your nice dress sooner or later. We will have water and there will be some red wine for me. We can't have you drunk during the job, now can we." "No, ma'am." "So...? Off, off!" I prepared the meal as Louise had laid out for me, dressed the table in the dining room for her and waited for her return. She was there almost the moment I was finished and said: "For today I want you to join me in the dining room at dinner too. Usually we will eat breakfast in the kitchen together. I will explain you your chores of the day then. When I have guests you will eat in the kitchen, when everything is served and your service is not required, that is. Don't look so shocked! Of course, I will have guests some day and what use a maid would be, if not to provide service while I have to host for my friends and business partners?" This left me confused about how long this wired trip down crazy lane would take. I thought/hoped if I played along well enough I would be off the hook today, latest tomorrow. But now I was not so sure anymore. Still I would try my best to survive this day. Maybe Louise's anger would cool down and I could go on with my life soon. I set another set of dishes in the dining room and served our food. I waited until Louise sat down before seating myself. We ate mostly in silent. Louise just reminded me, that a woman does not bite of as much as she can but takes just tiny bites and swallows down before taking the next bite. She scolded me to sit straight and keep the elbows closer to the body and the knees together all the time. When we were finished I carried the remains back into the kitchen and started to tidy up while Louise enjoyed her glass of red. I was almost done when she joined me in the kitchen again. "I see you have done well. So we can plan your day. Next will be to dust the living room, vacuum and mop, too. Then fix the settees and check the table. I will be in my study. I have a video conference to join so be as quiet as possible. Any questions?" "No, ma'am." "Then off we go!" With that she left and left me confused too. I was torn again between racing out of here and doing what she commanded. I still hadn't figured out, what she had done to my feet. Where could I go dressed like this? My car was still at the hospital, where she had picked me up the day... the week(?) before. At least I thought so. Anyway, I didn't have any keys. So it was futile. What else could I do? So I did as told and cleaned as she had asked. Although while dusting I notices all the bits and pieces falling down. So I cleaned the settee, lazy chairs and so on before vacuuming and mopping. I took the bucket to empty it, when I noticed Louise standing by the door watching me. "I wondered if you would notice the thing about the order. But you managed, didn't you. Or have you just been taught well by your mother?" "Yes, Mrs. Louise" "Okay. Meet me in my bathroom when you are finished her!" "Yes, ma'am." The ' ma'am ' part had almost become second nature and seemed so natural by now. When I entered her bathroom - knocking first, of course - I found Louise in front of her vanity mirror sitting on a lazy Susan stool. I watched her comb out her long hair - maybe a moment too long. "Michelle, you like what you see? Oh, don't be ashamed! You could look just as lovely! With a little help here and there of course. And you are not wearing any make-up, I see. Every woman takes pleasure in dabbing something to enhancing her looks. Just to feel better about the way she looks. ... and if it helps scoring in the big bad world out there ... the better! Now come over here and sit down!" I did as requested. She turned me around and looked at me closely. "There is not much we can do here now, but a little mascara always works wonders." With that she took one of her things from the counter and did something to my eyes. She asked me to open or close the lids, look this way, then that way and finally turned me back to face the mirror. Still it was 'old ugly me' in a dress, but my eyes - 'WOW' - they looked just like a woman's long dark lashes, slightly curled upwards and emphasized by a thin dark line, where they sticked out from my lids. I sat there mouth agape. "There is no day like today!" Louise shook me a bit. "Now there is a bath too clean! Start with the tub and the sink. Replace the towels and bring the old ones down to the laundry room. Then mop here, too. Then tidy things up and do the same to the bathroom of the other master bedroom. Next clean the guest bathroom downstairs." Before she left she turned around and went back to the vanity. She took two tubes and handed them to me. With an assuring smile and motion of her head she added: "Here! You might want to touch things up yourself again or practice to emphasize your eyes." When I looked just confused, she put them in a tiny pocket on my apron. "You don't have to thank me, Michelle! It is a pleasure to help you on your way." Half sensing a danger and half out of habit I answered: "Thank, Mrs. Louise!" "De rien!" and she was out the door. I watched the empty door frame just a bit loner, before I turned to admire my eyes once more. It was just as if someone had replaced my eyes with some woman's. I could hardly see the familiar look I was used to for the last 30 something years now. I was amazed how such a little bit of ink could transform my eyes so radically. I heaved myself back to reality and started cleaning. By the time I was finished my feet hurt as hell. They were on fire. I wouldn't have been surprised if smoke or flames would come out of my shoes. How could women walk around in such all day? Or didn't they? Like Louise a lot refused to wore such high-heels all day and even at weddings most took of their heels in the secrecy of under their tables. But then again they were used to them from teen age on. Maybe it was like with rollerblades. First days it hurts like hell and you find muscles hurt you never knew you had, but then one becomes accustomed and everything is fine. But I didn't plan to see if it was the same with high-heels for me. So I hurried to find Louise. It was was almost seven, when I met her in the living room crushed on the cushions I had put in place so thoroughly reading some lifestyle magazine. Unsure of myself I waited at the door. I looked over at Louise and the first time since I awoke today I found what I had seen in her before. She laid there, her beautiful eyes focused on something, her lovely lips whispering what she read, her hair drabbed over another cushion like a frozen waterfall of gold. Her beautiful and youthful body stretched just like her beautiful slim legs. Finally she noticed me and looked over. "I am through with all you asked me, Mrs. Louise. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Oh why, Michelle, just be a dear and make me some tea. Would you?" "Yes, of course. Ma'am" "Okay, there is an evening tea with ginger and cinnamon. Please use those!" "Yes, ma'am." It was the first time Louise asked me something and said please!!! Maybe it got better and there was a way out. So I went to work. When I sat the cup of tea on the sidetable next to her she even said "Thank you, Michelle!" "Now, would you please make dinner and set the table for the two of us in the dining room?" "Of course, ma'am" and so I went to prepare dinner. While I was in the kitchen I noticed, that I hadn't thought about Mr. Mike all day or at least since that accident on the stairs. He had been flopping around more or less flaccid all day and I was simply to occupied with all the stuff Louise had loaded on me and my aching feet. When he was not that flaccid he had rubbed at the tulle of the petticoat, which hurt a bit and then he had ducked his head in so to speak. Now I seemingly was more relaxed and he too excited. Because he came back up and even the starched net lace hurting did nothing to bring him down. Quite the opposite. He permanently tried to spy what was on the counter, if you know what I mean. But while I went back and forth between the counter and the fridge and finally between kitchen and dining room it started to send pain trough my body. Beside that my ballbag was kind of itchy too. I guessed this was because of the shaved skin. It had sticked to the skin of my thighs when I sweat and then I had been walking with my thighs pressed closer together than usual all day. I announced Louise that dinner was ready and she sat at the table when I brought in the last dishes. When I sat down myself, she must have seen me flinch. "Michelle, dear, do you have a problem? Are you hurt?" Her voice showed concern and her eyes indicated downwards at my lap. "Ehm... I... " I started in a meek voice " ... you know, it hurts down there, because my ... uhm, it rubbed all day... and since it was bare, you know, it ... " I could not bring myself to say more. But Louise placed a hand gently on top of mine and answered: "Oh Michelle, you should have told me before! Let's eat know and I will see to it after dinner." I was overcome with joy and relief. Louise still cared for me and did not punish me for anything I might have done wrong now. So after dinner when I stood up to clean the table Louise got hold of my hand and stopped me. "Michelle, leave the table to later. Now come with me to the living room and sit on the settee." Once there she told me to spread my legs and show her where it hurt most. Hesitatingly I lifted my skirt. She breathed in sharply and said "Ew, poor dear! You should have told me before! It must hurt quite terribly. Your legs and scrotum are irritated, too! ... Wait I will get you something to smooth things out." She stood up and vanished from view. I looked down for the first time myself. What I saw there was worse than what I had imagined regarding the pain. He must have been numb from all the rubbing or I would have been doubled over in pain long before. There were even some raw places where the tulle had cut into the skin. The rest of the skin on top was red to say at least. Same for my sack. Where it had rubbed against my inner thighs it was chafed. Louise came back. "Don't play around there, young lady!" she remarked, although not as half as harsh as before. "It will hurt for a moment now, but then it should be painless", she explained. "Ready?" I nodded yes after she had lifted my skirt once more. She sprayed some disinfection stuff onto my raw parts and let it dry shortly. Meanwhile she took some surgical tape and prepared some strips. "Now lift your skirt higher and hold still!" With that she went to work. I felt her place something onto my skin and then fix it with those tapes. One went up the left side of my crotch and one the right side. She did some more things but I couldn't tell what that could be since everything else was numb down there. Additionally, my skirt blocked the view completely and I did not dare to move since she had taken a scalpel just moments before. So I was condemned to sit there and wait while Louise went down on me. Had it been another setting I might have been excited. But as it was I was scared shitlessly. Louise reappeared and smiled with sympathy. "All done. How do you feel?" I just shrugged my shoulders once. She looked back down there and giggled. "You know, now you really look like a maid down there. By the way, you will have to sit down to pee, now." She still snickered when I lifted the skirt higher to finally look down there myself. Only I could not see much more than a flesh colored tape on each side of my bikini cut. Where my little buddy had been only gaped a void. I paled quite a bit, but Louise placed a hand reassuringly on my knee. "Hush, hush. Everything is still there - kind of. It is just taped to not rub against anything else." Nevertheless I excused myself and rushed over to the bathroom. At least walking was now a whole lot more comfortable. Nothing rubbed against my skirt and nothing rubbed against my legs. I took down Louise's magnifying make-up mirror and checked my crotch. She had tugged in everything so nicely and sealed it with some tape there was nothing left to see. She must have shoved my balls inside the cavity above since there was not much of a bulge under the tape. All there was was a short slit and from there protruded a bit of my foreskin. Louise had cut the tapes and pulled through the foremost bit of my skin. If one didn't look to close, it resembled the labia minor peeping perkily from between her bigger sisters. Now I understood what Louise had meant about peeing. A voiceless little cough brought my attention over to the door where Louise watched me smiling like the famous Cheshire cat again. "Ladys do not present them like that in public! It is not very polite and even less demure." I blushed immediately and very heavily being referred to as a lady and pointed out as a slutty one at that. Now that I was in the bathroom I heard nature calling. I gave a shy 'ahem' to get Louise's attention. She looked questioningly and I said "Ehm, ma'am... ehm, I guess, I have to ... relief myself!" Louise grew immediately an inch or two and looked furiously so I added fast "I haven't been to a toilette all day..." Louise relaxed visibly and left without another word. I shortly pondered about removing the tapes to pee, but it might hurt vigorously and I doubted Louise would be too happy with me. So I lowered myself onto the toilette seat and tried to relax. First it was as if somebody was looking. I just could not let it flow, but then I felt it go. It sounded more like the fizzing sound I heard from girls before. Just another step down the trail of sanity I muttered to myself. When I stood up I felt some drops running down my inner leg. So I took some paper and wiped myself clean. When I washed my hands and put away the make-up mirror my look met my image reflected in the vanity mirror above the sink. It shook my foundations once more to see my feminine eyes. I hasted back to Louise awaiting me in the dining room. She looked at her watch and said: "Michelle, it has been a long day and you behaved quite well lately. So I will postpone your punishment for now. Please clean up the table. You may skip washing the dishes for now. You have been up all day and I guess you would like to rest your feet." I looked her in the eyes and with true affection I thanked her heartily. The faster I had brought everything back into the kitchen and put away. When I saw the two glasses, plates and bowls I stopped my tracks and washed them anyway. With everything back in place I looked around the kitchen one last time. Everything was neat and shiny again. I met Louise in the living room. She smiled at me and stood up. "I guess you would like to go to your room?" I simply nodded and followed her. She led me to the guest room. The bed was already made and a sleeping tee was spread on the bed for me. It was pink and had a fairy printed up front. I was just too tired to argue. Louise pointed out the obvious. Bathroom over there, your night dress, your bed. She headed to the door, but then she turned around. "I almost forgot." She took her smart-phone, which I hadn't noticed before, and pressed the display a few times. Suddenly I felt my heels pressing harder against the shoes. I looked down at my feet and back to Louise. She just nodded. So I stepped out of the right shoe. When I placed the toes down on the ground I felt no resistance. I lower my heel until it was flat on the floor. I sacked four inches down. Now a stabbing pain shoot up my leg. It came from the muscles in the sole of my foot. After being loose all day stretching them now caused that pain. Nevertheless I repeated the process with the left foot. I was rewarded with the same pain, but still it felt great to stand there barefoot. Louise smirked having seen my range of feelings shown on my face, said good night, turned around and left. I stood there embracing the feeling of having control over my feet again. I swayed silently back and forth just to feel them stop my motion. When I had lingered long enough I went to the bathroom and did my evening routine. Okay, washing off mascara of my eyes was not such a routine, but beside that everything else was as usual. I stepped back into my room and wondered how to take off the dress. Louise had pulled it down over my head, but when I tried to pull it up it got stuck around my ribcage. So I pulled the skirt down again. I glanced at my reflexion in the full-length mirror and got aware of the sleeves and the wide neckline. So I pulled one down a bit and pulled my arm free. Then I repeated the process with the other arm, before I wriggled the dress down over my hips and stepped out of it. If not for the tape and my unusual shave I would have looked as if nothing had happened at all. I stifled a yawn. This brought my attention back to the bed. I grabbed the tee from the bed and dressed myself with it. Although I slept nude usually it seemed the right thing to do now. It was much softer than all shirts I had worn so far. It felt cozy and I felt save and a bit like