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David's New Role - Part 2
David glanced at the clock on his bedside table and realised that he
only had an hour to get ready before he had to report for another day
working at the lingerie store. It had been a strange few days after he
had been caught spying on the store by its owner and she had blackmailed
him into working there. After the first day he had he had checked out
the legal position with a friend, who had reassured him that she would
have very weak grounds for any action against him. His confidence
restored he had returned to the store the next day and confronted the
owner, confident that he could release himself from the situation.
Unfortunately she had just laughed and then showed him a video of his
make-over recorded on the store's CCTV cameras and threatened to send
copies to people if he refused to comply.
He climbed into the shower and while under the warm water checked his
body for any signs of hair re-growth. Abigail was very strict about this
and she would check when he got to work if there was any sign of
stubble. The first time he had failed this test he had learned the hard
way of the consequences of failing to meet the required appearance
standards. The over-the-knee spanking he had endured had been painful
enough, but it had been made even worse by being carried out in front of
the 3 young girls that Abigail employed.
Today he decided that he would just about pass inspection so he washed
thoroughly, still surprised at the sensation of the warm water against
his bare skin. After showering he dried himself and then applied a
liberal spraying of floral scented body spray. He walked to his chest of
drawers and in the top drawer saw the matching sets of pink satin
lingerie. His old male underwear had been sent to the recycling centre
days ago and he had been forced to take pictures on his mobile of this
act as proof to Abigail that he had done as he had been instructed. As
he closed the drawer he saw the copy of the letter he had been made to
write to his former employer resigning from his job. Next to the letter
was a copy of the contract he had signed with Abigail. The contract ran
to almost 9 pages and covered pretty much every aspect of his new life.
Once dressed in the pink bra, pink panties, pink suspender belt and
black stockings he walked to his wardrobe for a pair of shoes. He had
been practising walking in heels and now he could pretty much walk
around without feeling as if he was about to topple over at every step,
although he had already been warned that soon he would have to move on
to 4 inch heels. Over his frilly pink lingerie David dressed in the
usual starched white blouse and black pleated mini-skirt. He still
couldn't stop himself from trying to smooth down the skirt in a futile
attempt to try and make it longer.
Now fully dressed, he sat on the edge of his bed to apply his pink nail
varnish to the 3 inch nail extensions. It had taken some time to get
used to the nail extension and initially he found that he kept catching
the nails as he tried to do normal things. Several times replacements
had been re-applied as he broken a nail by accident. After applying a
thick coat of varnish he sat for a couple of minutes to let it dry
fully.
He walked over to the mirror and began the process of applying his make-
up. For the first week Abigail had insisted on doing this part of his
make-over but now he was expected to take on this task as well. He
concentrated as he worked with the cosmetics to achieve exactly the look
that she wanted. He was starting to get quite good at the application
process although he had to work slowly. Happy with the result he took
one last look in the full-length mirror to double-check that his
transformation would pass the inevitable scrutiny that it would receive
once he arrived at the store.
As a final touch he picked up the new blonde wig that he had been given
at the end of his first week. He had been told that it was a reward for
his acceptance of his new role in life and it would also make his
appearance more acceptable with the store's customers. His scalp was of
course still shaved and once a week he was subjected to a re-shaving,
sat on a chair in the middle of the shop as the girls took turns in
removing the stubble on his scalp. Abigail had explained that the bare
scalp was an important reminder to him of his new subservient role,
something which was reinforced by the weekly public shaving.
After making sure that the wig was sitting correctly on his head, he
retrieved the knee-length pink wool coat from the back of the door and
left the store. Normally he would have driven but one of the new rules
was that he walked to work as Abigail wanted him to be seen by as many
people as possible. He walked with his head down trying to avoid eye
contact with anyone just in case they might recognise him and start to
ask some rather awkward questions.
Walking as briskly as he was able to in the 3 inch heels it still took
him almost half an hour to reach the store. Abigail Collins was already
in the store and glanced up as he walked through the front door.
"Good morning Ms Collins," he quickly said.
"Ah and a good morning to you David," she replied.
She insisted that he was still called by his normal male name as it
needed to be absolutely clear to everyone in the store that he used to
be a man. He walked through the store to the staircase at the back and
ascended the staircase to the room upstairs where he had been originally
transformed. He hung his pink coat up and walked over to the small
platform and stepped up onto it. It was time for his usual morning
inspection before the store opened its doors to customers. Abigail
walked confidently into the room and began to cast a critical eye over
the appearance of her newest employee.
"You need to try harder with your make-up - it's still not quite up to
scratch. I think it's time too for 4 inch heels now."
David nodded in agreement as he knew better than to disagree with
Abigail. Any spanking was one too many and he was in no rush to endure
the humiliation of another bare bottom punishment in front of the young
sales assistants in the store.
"Now go downstairs and vacuum the carpet in the store before we open",
"Yes Ms Collins" David replied and stepped down from the platform and
headed downstairs once more. He retrieved the vacuum cleaner from a
cupboard under the stairs and walked into the ground floor sales area.
He began to work quickly with the cleaner making sure that he didn't
miss a single spot on the carpet. As he moved he could feel the pleated
skirt swirling around his thighs giving a display of his pink frilly
panties and the garters of the matching suspender belt. As each of the
young sales girls arrived they would call out his name and give his ass
a sharp slap as they passed. He was careful to say thank you to each of
them as he knew that failure to do so would result in a demerit in the
punishment log that Abigail kept to record all of his transgressions.
Having completed the task he packed away the cleaner carefully and
checked his appearance in the mirror on the back of the door that led
back onto the sales floor. Confident that he would pass any inspection
he walked back into the store. A sharp voice however stopped him in his
tracks.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Abigail was walking down the stairs and the severe expression on her
face meant only thing - he had broken one of the many rules how had to
obey at all times.
"Your left leg," she barked.
David looked down and saw no problem, but then he double-checked the
back of his leg and with horror saw the run in the stocking.
"I must have....." he started to explain but he was cut off abruptly by a
sweep of the hand from Abigail.
"You should know better by now" she scolded, "And the punishment for a
run in your stockings is what?"
He knew the answer only too well. Head down he walked into the store's
sales area and stood to wait for his fate. Abigail followed close behind
and collected a chair from behind one of the sales counters and placed
it in the middle of the store. Smoothing her own skirt under her she sat
down.
"Come on girls, hurry up."
The 3 young girls hurried into the store from the small staff room at
the back of the store, eager to see David undergo yet another spanking.
Abigail nodded towards David and he reluctantly laid across her lap only
too well aware of what was about to happen. He felt his pleated skirt
being lifted and then his pink panties being pulled firmly down to his
knees. He gritted his teeth in anticipation of the onslaught on his
bottom which he knew was coming.
"Hairbrush, please girls."
One of the girls handed over the wooden hairbrush she had brought with
her from its place on the shelf in the staff room. Abigail slapped the
brush firmly against the palm of her hand a couple of times.
"A run in a stocking is quite a serious offence David so that will be a
penalty of 25 slaps with the hairbrush. Don't forget to count each one
and to say thank you after each stroke."
"Yes Ms Collins," he answered.
After the punishment was completed the tears were running freely down
his face and his bottom burned with the afterglow of a severe spanking.
But even that pain was nothing compared to the burn of humiliation he
felt inside at the public nature of his punishment. He felt his panties
being pulled up and then the short skirt was smoothed down over his
bottom.
"Stand up," Abigail commanded.
David stood somewhat shakily, fighting the temptation to try and rub the
pain away with his hands.
"Go to the staff room and repair your make-up. Then go upstairs and find
and put on a fresh pair of stockings - the cost of which will be
deducted from your wages."
With some relief he left the store and hurried upstairs to replace the
ripped stockings. As he struggled as usual to attach the stockings to
the garter straps he winced in discomfort. The recent spanking still
burned as did the shame of being so publicly displayed to the amused
gaze of the 3 young girls who also worked in the store. With the new
stockings in place he moved to the small vanity table to work on his
make-up. His tears had left smears of mascara down his cheeks so he had
to clean the marks away and then reapply some foundation and then new
mascara. A quick inspection to make sure that he was presentable once
more and he returned downstairs.
The store was quite busy and he spent most of the day fetching and
carrying various items of lingerie. Several of the customers had been
intrigued his presence in the store and Abigail had been only too happy
to explain to them, and in his presence, what was going on. Two of the
women had been so intrigued, especially when they were told about his
morning punishment, that David had been forced to raise his skirt and
lower his panties to show them the still reddened cheeks of his bottom.
At lunch time they young girls had taken him to him another store not
far away where, in another step on his journey, his ears had been
pierced. He now sported hoop earrings - one in each ear - which he could
feel every time that he moved his head. A lot more worrying was that
Abigail had also hinted about the possibility of him having permanent
make-up tattooed on his face.
Just as they were locking up the store, one of the girls told David that
Abigail wanted him immediately in the room upstairs and that she was not
happy. He checked his appearance in the mirror before hurrying upstairs.
He couldn't imagine what he had done wrong as after his morning spanking
he had been extra careful with his tasks and appearance to make sure he
had done everything as she wanted.
He knocked on the door to the room and gingerly opened the door. Abigail
stood in the centre of the room holding what looked like a printout of
that day's takings.
"I've been running through the sales figures for the last month and
there seems to be a problem. It took me a while but eventually a pattern
emerged David. It looks as if the sales figures recorded don't match the
amount of money taking we are taking."
David started to say something but he was silenced by a withering look
from Abigail.
"It looks as if the discrepancy began when you started working here and
the total shortfall seems to be a very significant figure. So, I'm
prepared to overlook this. But, you will be required to move into my
house and take on the role of live-in maid when you're not working at
the store."
He began to protest but then thought better of it.
"Yes Ms Collins."
"Good. Now, this is the address of my house. Go home, pack and I expect
you outside my house in one hour and don't be late."
He nodded and left the room to collect his pink wool coat and make his
way back to his house. After letting himself in he began to pack his
things - mainly clothes, shoes, make-up and other things he needed to
achieve the required female image. He packed the items away in boxes and
took them down to his car. With a final look around his house he locked
the front door, wondering if he would ever return here.
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