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Punishment 2 - by Debbie Johnson Chapter 1 - Karen's visit Maria opened the door of her flat and, almost silently, strode into the hallway, closely followed by her best friend Karen. Maria draped the jacket of her business suit, together with her handbag, over a hallway chair and stepped out of her smart, patent, red, high-heeled court shoes. Immediately at her back, Karen similary placed her jacket over a hallway chair and, as both of them quietly made their way towards the kitchen, they shared guilty, almost imperceptible smiles with each other. Their guilt could have been borne out of the fact that Maria was over an hour late getting home, due to them having tipsily shared a couple of bottles of wine at a local bar on the way home. On the other hand, the guilt was more probably down to the excitement that both felt at the prospect of what awaited them within the flat. Stopping just inside the entrance to the kitchen, Maria was not at all surprised that Jim wasn't toiling away over the stove, given her lateness at getting home. She went over to the stove and on opening the oven door, took a nearby towel to disperse the smoke that immediately poured from it and surveyed the charred remains of the pasta-bake that Jim had placed in it earlier. She took the burnt dinner and, placing it in the sink, ran a tap over it to put an end to it's smouldering. Wiping her hands clean on the towel, she turned round and, again smiling, said to Karen 'Let's try the living room'. Maria then slowly made her way into the living room, again with Karen close behind her. As Maria caught sight of Jim lying on the sofa, she turned round to Karen and offered her a silent nod . They both made their way over to the sofa, realising as they did so, that Jim was napping on it. Standing over Jim, Maria was disappointed to see that, as he lay in a curled-up fashion on the sofa, he must have pulled over him the lightweight blanket that usually hung over the back of it. The blanket covered Jim's body to just below his armpits. Maria was disappointed because it obscured Jim's legs and she had so wanted to see Karen's reaction when she got her first glimpse of his pretty limbs. As Maria looked at Karen however, she could she that she was smiling and that her eyes had been drawn to Jim's feet. As Maria's eyes followed Karen's gaze, she could see that half of Jim's feet were peeking out from underneath the edge of the blanket. It was obvious from even this tiny amout of leg-show that Jim was wearing some form of sheer hosiery, as the dark reinforced toes of the tights gave way to their sheerness, before disappearing under the red tartan of the blanket. On looking at Jim's feet, Maria's own smile faded and was replaced by a frown. This was because , as she looked more closely, she could see the undeniable pattern of a ladder in the left sole of Jim's tights. It was only then that she realised Jim wasn't wearing his shoes, and immediatly noticed his glossy stilettos lying on the floor next to the sofa. One of Jim's black, glossy, court shoes was standing upright and the other was lying side down on the floor. Maria quickly put two and two together and realised that, instead of taking off his high heels the way he had been taught, which was by crossing his legs and removing each shoe, in turn, by the heel and gently slipping it off his foot, Jim must have 'kicked' his heels off instead, resulting in the snag that laddered his tights. Maria's smile returned, however, when she realised that Jim had just incurred a couple of more infractions, a fact which she would be take great delight informing him of later that evening. Maria silently motioned Karen to sit with her on the sofa directly opposing the one Jim lay napping on. As they both sat down, Karen whispered to Maria 'what now?'. Maria put her index finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, before turning her attention to her sleeping boyfriend. Abrubtly, in a relatively loud voice, Maria said 'Jim sweetie...Jim...wake up sweetie...we have a visitor'. Jim stirred slightly, as he heard Maria's sweet voice calling him, almost as if it were from a distance, as his mind tried to shrug off the veil of sleep. As it did so, his subconscious mind focused on the word 'visitor', and as sleep tried to re-establish its grip on him, Jim mumbled 'No...no visitors...please...'. Maria again spoke up, more loudly this time 'Sweetie...wake up sweetie...we have a visitor...look...Karen's here!' This time Maria's words registered in Jim's mind and, without opening his eyes, he became fully awake. Both Maria and Karen saw the change in posture that came over Jim's prostrate figure as it stopped moving and became rigidly still. They then exchanged knowing glances and Maria nodded at Karen, gesturing towards Jim as she did so. Karen then, very slowly and very sweetly, said 'Hi Jim. Hope you don't mind, but Maria invited me back for dinner after we had a few glasses of wine earlier. Hope that's okay with you'. Jim lay there frozen, eyes firmly shut. Well...frozen wasn't really the right word. Jim could feel his whole body trembling in fear as he lay there wondering what the hell Maria was thinking of. Jim's heart was racing and, as he lay there terrified, he thought to himself that Maria must be mad to bring Karen back to their flat. Surely she must have forgotten that he would be wearing his sexy clothes? Why would she risk embarrassing him like this? 'Are you okay sweetie?...Are you awake?...do you need any help?' asked Maria. Slowly, Jim opened his eyes as he tried as best he could to feign awakening from his sleep. Withough moving, and with his heart feeling that it might jump out of his chest at any minute, he looked across at the two best friends sitting on the sofa opposite from him. 'Oh!...hi...sorry, I was..I was just catching forty winks' Jim stammered quietly. As he did so, Jim was relieved to see that the blanket that he had pulled over him earlier was still covering his legs. 'Thank God!' he thought to himself 'At least with this blanket over me Karen won't be able to see that I'm wearing tights and hotpants. And thank God I took off my stilettos before I fell asleep!'. However, just then, Jim realised that he could see his toes peeking out from the end of the blanket. 'Shit!' Jim thought to himself 'will Karen be able to see my feet from where she is sitting? And if so...will she realise I'm wearing tights?' Jim decided to remain rigidly still, in case any movement from him drew Karen's attention to his tights. All the while Jim was panicking over his predicament, neither Maria, nor Karen, said a word. They just sat there, silently smiling in Jim's direction. Karen then broached the silence and offered to Jim 'Yeah Jim. Sorry for keeping Maria out after work. We just bumped into each other and decided to go for some wine and some girly gossip'. At the word 'gossip' Jim mentally recoiled slightly and gulped, hoping that they weren't gossiping about his punishment and his sexy clothes. 'Time got away from us...' Continued Karen as she turned to Maria '...and, well, you know what the two of us are like when we get to talking. We just don't know when to shut up' as they both started into a fit of conspiratorial giggles. Seeing that Karen's attention was, momentarially at least, drawn away from him, Jim took the chance to curl his legs up further, in the hope that his feet and tights would become completely hidden under the blanket. As the girls continued their giggles and chatter, he slowly inched his feet further under the blanket, and let out a small sigh of relief when he managed to get them fully hidden. As he lay there, Jim gave Karen a quick 'once-over'. He always thought Karen was hot, if a little too tall for his taste. He could see that she was wearing a tight-fitting blouse with skin-tight jeans, which were tucked into black, shiny ankle boots, with what looked like 4-inch stiletto heels. His eyes lingered on the ankle boots for a few seconds, admiring how sexy they made Karen's overall look, before glancing down at his own discarded shoes and ruing the irony that he was being forced to wear shoes with taller heels than the average hot babe on the street does. Jim's thoughts were quickly dispersed when Maria said to him 'Well, now that dinner is ruined, I suppose it's a takeaway tonight eh? What does everyone fancy? I could easily go a chinese...how does that sound?' 'Yeah, sounds good to me Maria' said Karen 'What do you say Jim? Fancy nipping out and fetching in a nice chinese takeaway?' Jim lay on the sofa rooted to the spot. In his mind he frantically tried to think of an answer which wouldn't involve him having to get up from the sofa, which would, in turn, expose his hosiery encased legs and his hot pantied derriere to Karen. As the seconds continued to pass, Karen threw him a lifeline when she said 'I'll tell you what, I'll just nip to the loo, that wine is going right through me, and that should give you enough time to decide eh?' as she rose from the sofa. 'Emm...yeah...sounds... good' stammered Jim. Karen then made her way out of the room and, as she did so Jim exploded at Maria. Through clenched teeth he said, very quietly, so that Karen wouldn't hear him 'What the fuck do you think you're playing at?! Why the fuck did you bring Karen back here when you know I'd be wearing these?!' As he spat the word 'these' Jim dramatically pulled the blanket from his body revealing his sexy tights and hot pants. At the sight of Jim's 'reveal' Maria quickly put her hand over her mouth to ineffectively stifle the giggle that still managed to escape from it. As she continued to giggle away, Jim leapt off the sofa and quickly ran out of the room towards their bedroom. As he did so, Maria's eyes widened when she saw that Jim was running almost on tiptoe and, as his bum disappeared out of the room, she noticed that Jim's hips had a very defined sway to them. 'Jeez!' she thought to herself, as her giggle slowly subsided 'did I just imagine that? or did my boyfriend just exit the living room with a sway that would put a call girl to shame? And those tights of his are ruined, that ladder has crept halfway up his calf' On getting into the safe confines of the bedroom, Jim quickly locked the door, quietly thanking all creation that Karen had not managed to discover that he had been wearing women's clothes. With some difficulty, he managed to squeeze out of his hot pants and his panty girdle in turn and slid his sheer tights down his legs before stepping out of them and taking off his waist cinch. As he placed all 4 garments into the linen basket he let out a huge sigh of relief. He then went to his wardrobe and took out the jeans that he had worn to college that day, before stopping abruptly at his sock drawer. 'Fuck!' he thought to himself 'I've no socks or boxers to change into! What'll I do?' After a couple of seconds he decided that he could go 'commando' with his jeans, but he would have to wear something on his feet. He then realised that Maria owned some socks, which she wore whenever she was wearing jeans herself. 'That's it' thought Jim 'I can borrow a pair of Maria's socks'. Smiling, Jim went over to Maria's sock drawer, which was in reality her own hosiery drawer. He looked in and his eyes quickly settled on a innocuous pair of black cotton socks. Although slightly thinner than those he would normally wear, they were significantly thicker than the tights he had so recently taken to wearing. Taking the socks from the drawer, Jim quickly got dressed and made his way back into the living room, where both girls were sitting sipping on some wine, waiting for his return. When Jim re-entered the the living room, Maria's frown rapidly re- appeared when she saw that he had changed into his boys clothes. Although unhappy at this change, she wasn't at all surprised, because she didn't expect Jim to go prancing round to the chinese takeaway wearing his tights, short-shorts and high heels. Instead, Maria satisfied herself with the thought that, probably with some tears and tantrums, Jim would find himself back wearing his sexy clothes before the evening drew to a close. All 3 quickly agreed on their food choices and Jim made his way from the flat. As he did so, he was blissfully unaware that the 2 best friends he had left behind, immediately began plotting on how the events of the rest of the evening would unfold. Chapter 2 - The mystery brunette The chinese takeaway was only a 5 minute walk from Jim and Maria's flat. When he got there, Jim placed his order and, after being told it would be ready in 30 minutes, he sat down on one of the available seats, all of which he had the choice of, as the takeaway was empty, and he peered up at the small portable TV, placed high in the corner above the counter. Jim had been in the takeaway for about 5 minutes when the door opened and a striking young woman entered and casually strolled up to the counter. Jim's attention was immediately drawn to the woman, who he guessed to being approximately 25 years old. Even from the rear, Jim could tell the woman was stunning. She had long, straight, brown hair and was wearing a sleeveless, tight, black dress which ended above mid-thigh. On her legs she was wearing dark tights and on her feet were black strappy sandals, which looked to be made from some sort of suede material, with a small platform sole and impossibly-high stiletto heels. Like all lustful 19 year-old young men, Jim appreciated that the woman's body was a knockout and the dress showed off her tiny waist and curvacious rear to splendid effect. The shortness of the dress and the highness of her heels made her legs look endless. It was when Jim paid special attention to the woman's legs that his eyes began to focus more on the tights that they were encased in. While, much to his shame, Jim could admit to having newly acquired expertise when it came to hosiery, the tights that the woman was wearing looked different to the ones he himself now owned. For a start they looked to have a slight shine to them, but he knew that was not the only difference. Looking closer, not now at the woman's legs themselves, but her actual tights instead, Jim could tell that the tights didn't appear to be as thick as his own sheer tights, but did seem to be thicker than his opaque tights, meaning that some of the woman's obviously tanned skin was showing through, but not as much as sheer tights would allow. What Jim didn't know, was that the woman was wearing semi-opaque tights. As Jim sat there transfixed, staring at the woman's tights, he started to absent-mindedly wonder to himself whether he should get some pairs like them. It was then he caught himself short and thought 'Whoah!...where did that come from?!...I think I've more than enough pairs of tights thank you very much...and I certainly don't need any more!'. However, as much as Jim protested to himself, he sat there for a full 25 minutes, until his order was called and he left, and not once did he drag his eyes from the young woman's semi-opaque clad legs. Again oblivious to the subliminal effect that Maria's punishment was having on the design of his psyche, Jim was unaware that it was more the woman's tights, and to some extent her high-heeled sandals, that he found attractive, rather than her shapely pins. Chapter 3 - Realisation After dinner and after having cleared away and washed the dishes, Jim re- entered the living room to find, much to his surprise, Maria and Karen still sitting at the dining table. As he entered the room, Karen told him to sit down opposite her and Karen. Jim was slightly taken aback at the firmness of Maria's request and, before he knew what he was doing, he meekly did as he was told. 'Right then' said Maria sternly as she folded her arms 'What's this meaning of this then?' Jim sat there looking blankly first at Maria, then at Karen, then back to Maria, not having a clue what Maria was talking about, before asking her what she meant. After a very pregnant pause Maria continued 'You know very well what I'm talking about!....Your clothes!...Why are you not wearing your sexy clothes?' Jim's mouth fell open and his face exploded in a riot of scarlet. He glanced sideways at Karen before he managed to unconvincingly stammer his reply 'Wha?...what are you talking about?...sexy clothes?..I mean...I've no idea what you're going on about!' as he stole another sideways glance at Karen, who was now grinning like the proverbial cat. 'You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about!' Spat Maria 'I'm talking about your punishment!' Jim's mouth flapped open and closed as he silently made to rise from the dining table. But before he could fully raise himself from his chair, Maria barked at him 'Sit your fat arse down NOW! You're fucking going nowhere until I'm finished with you!' Maria even managed to surprise herself at the tone of authority in her own voice and was delighted to see Jim respond to her order by once more settling his plump bum onto his chair, his face burning with redness. Not for the first time this week did the very act of bossing her boyfriend about dampen her panties, as she again found arousal in the act. Karen meanwhile was slightly taken aback at her normally timid friend's ferociousness, but she had to admit that she liked what she saw. However, as Karen returned her gaze to Jim, she could see that his eyes had started to moisten and he looked like he was about to cry at any moment. 'That's better' said Maria in a calmer and more soothing voice 'Now, I don't want to start a shouting match. I just want to sit here quietly and discuss what we must do about you not living up to your end of the agreement with regard to your punishment. And before you start to whine about Karen being here, don't worry, she already knows the full details of your punishment' Again Jim's mouth fell silently open as he glanced back and forth at the two young women before replying 'You didn't...I mean...how could you...how could you tell anyone about that? That's...that's just between the two us us...surely? Jim sat there silently waiting for Maria's reply. As he did so, he looked at Karen's smile beaming back at him and, for the first time, the full horror and realisation hit him, that someone other than Maria knew he had recently taken to wearing women's clothes at home. It was all too much for Jim and, as he raised his hands to cover his face, he began weeping into them. Immediately both Maria and Karen rose from their chairs and moved to either side of Jim. Karen placed a comforting hand on Jim's back, while Maria crouched down beside him, placing one hand behind his neck and the other gently stroking his thigh, as he silently sobbed into his hands. 'There there Sweetie' Maria gently said 'Everything's going to be okay. Of course Karen knows. She my best friend for goodness sake. I can't hide anything from my best friend now can I? She's been very supportive of me over this whole carry on. Although she did think, at first, that I should have kicked you out for cheating on me, I managed to talk her round when I told her I didn't want to lose you. Once I had explained the details of your punishment, she realised that this whole affair has been, and will continue to be, very hard on the both of us, but especially me. It's for that reason and because she's my best friend of course, that she's decided to help me with your punishment.' Jim froze as his sobbing subsided. He looked up, questioningly, at Maria, his bright red face glistening with tears as he said 'What do you mean...help with my punishment?' 'Now now. All will become clear in time' said Maria as she rose and returned to her side of the dining table, quickly followed silently by Karen 'There will be plenty of time to talk that through later. A more pressing matter is how we deal with your infractions since your punishment began' she continued in her more, now familiar, authorative tone. Chapter 4 - Infractions Jim sat rooted to his chair. He felt like bolting from it and running a mile. But he knew he had nowhere to bolt to. Instead, he sat there quietly, sniffling slightly as he waited on Maria continuing. 'Right then. Let's get started!' said Maria 'Initially we thought about some sort of corporal punishment to add to your conventional punishment. You know what I mean about corporal punishment? Of course you do! Spankings and canings...that sort of thing. But then we both realised that we didn't know much about that sort of thing and that we would probably have to do some sort or research, possibly via the internet, before we understood it enough for it to become effective. And also...that sort of thing all sounds a bit too kinky.' Jim's mouth was again agape as Maria paused briefly and he thought to himself 'What the fuck! Maria's lost it! Corporal punishment?! Spankings?! Canings?! And what exactly does she find about her boyfriend running about their flat wearing women's clothes being conventional?! Does she think that's not kinky? I've really got to make Maria see sense before this goes way to far! And...what the fuck does she mean about "infractions"?!' Jim's thoughts were interrupted as Maria continued 'No. So for the short- term at least, we have decided that any past or future infractions will merit a time-extention to your conventional punishment. Obviously, for any such extended punishment to have any effect, it will have to be meaningful. Consequently any infraction will have an absolute minimum of adding one week to your conventional punishment. Each infraction will be guaged however, so that more serious infractions, or repeat infractions, will merit more than one week extensions.' As Maria paused once more, Jim silently thanked the Lord that at least up until now he couldn't have incurred any of these so called infractions and, mercifully, no more time could have been added to his "conventional" punishment. He was therefore shocked by what next came from Maria's lips. Maria continued 'So, let's start dealing with your infractions to date...and Jim...just a quiet warning...please do NOT interrupt me until I am finished...okay?...good (as Jim nodded)... ...Monday. Three infractions for that day (as Jim gasped) which are... 1. Wanking in the shower - penalty is 1 month rounded to 4 weeks. 2. Talking back to me about your punishment - penalty is 1 week. 3. Not wearing your high heels when at home, in the toilet - penalty is 1 week. Today. nine infractions for today (another gasp) which are... 1. Not wearing your high heels while lying on the sofa sleeping - penalty is 2 weeks. 2. Laddering your tights - penalty is 1 week. 3. Talking back to me about your punishment when Karen left the room - penalty is 2 weeks. 4. Talking back to me about your punishment, just now - penalty is 3 weeks. 5. Not wearing your tights at the moment - penalty is 1 week. 6. Not wearing your panties at the moment - penalty is 1 week. 7. Not wearing your waist cinch at the moment - penalty is 1 week. 8. Not wearing your hot pants at the moment - penalty is 1 week. 9. Not wearing your high heels at the moment - penalty is 3 weeks. ...So, that gives us an extension of 21 weeks to be added to your conventional 12 month punishment.' Maria finished as she sat back in her chair, folded her arms and stared at Jim. Jim sat bewildered. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. An additional 21 weeks? Maria couldn't possibly be serious, could she? as he asked 'You are joking...right? You don't want me to dress in my sexy clothes for an additional 21 weeks do you?' Slowly, Maria replied 'Do I fucking look like I'm joking? And no, I don't want you to dress up in your sexy clothes at all. This is something you agreed to, remember? this is all your doing...not mine!' Jim sat silently stunned, not knowing what to say. After the three of them had sat silently for a couple of minutes, Karen was the one to speak next. 'Well then princess, because that's what I'll be calling you from now on, not Jim...but princess instead. That will be my personal addition to your punishment. Well princess, you may be wondering how we arrived at the different penalties for each infraction. It might look haphazard, but there is a method to our madness. You see...each time you commit a particular type of minor infraction for the first time, you will receive a penalty of a one-week extension to your conventional punishment. Each time you commit a repeat of that type of minor infraction, 'one' will be added to the previous penalty, and so on. You will note that minor infractions merit extensions in weeks, whereas major infractions, such as unauthorised wankings, merit extensions in month. Luckily for you, you have not incurred, what we will call, a fatal infraction yet. Lucky, because these will merit extensions measured not in weeks or months, but in years. But don't worry...if you do incur a fatal infraction...you will certainly know all about it. We have put a great deal of thought into this process. We felt this was the best way to help you with your punishment. This way, you will realise the folly of committing repeat infractions and so will be likely to avoid them. For example, the next time we find you guilty of not wearing stilettos, you will incur a 5-week extension and the time after that will be a 6-week extension, and so on. Is that something you'll be trying to avoid in the future? And it should be patently obvious, even to you, that if you don't watch out, how easy it will be for even the most minor of infractions to quickly accrue a time extension measured in a dozen weeks or so, or even more. ' Finished Karen. 'No. I mean yes. Definitely yes. That's someting I want to avoid of course' Jim replied quietly as he slowly shook his head, a head which was swimming at the onslaught of information being thrust upon him. 'Good' said Karen 'I'm glad you can see that we're only trying to help you princess. This way you will be much more focussed on behaving yourself and applying yourself wholeheartedly to your punishment. Obviously, both Maria and me accept that there will be some occasions where you will falter and, as such, you will inevitably incur further infractions. However, if you can prove to us both that you are really, really trying your hardest to comply with your punishment, we will try to go easy on you, when it comes to adding further extensions to your conventional punishment. And because we both care for you, we have decided to help you even further. Maria has obviously told me about your nasty habit of playing with your little thingy when you are in the shower. We realise that all men are disgusting, filthy creatures who, left to their own devices will debase themselves at any and every opportunity. Therefore we have come up with a solution to put a stop to your disgusting activity. To put it simply, you will soon be fitted with a chastity device. You will be fitted with it on Friday evening...NO arguments. That way the possibility of that type of major infraction will be removed. So, as you can see, we are only looking out for your best interests. Also, because you are...ahem... a man...you are basically weak of mind and heart, and will be incapable of avoiding future infractions. Now, obviously, you don't want your conventional punishment to last longer than it has to. No-one does. Therefore we have decided that you will be eligible for time deductions. We haven't quite finalised the nature of how these deductions will shape up, but an example could be that you might wish to exchange a week of your conventional punishment for a session of some form of corporal punishment, of say, 10 mild strokes with a cane. We would of course have to research how to apply corporal punishment, as we discussed earlier, before we could offer you such time deductions. We will also offer you further time deductions. These will be given if we set you a task or a chore and you have completed the the task or chore to our satisfaction. We might even offer time deductions for something as simple as you showing some enthusiasim about wearing your sexy clothes, That could be a really good encouragement for you. Clear? Yes? Good (as Jim slowly nods in bewilderment) Now then princess, I suggest that unless you want any further time extensions added this evening, that you get your sweet tush into that bedroom and get yourself changed into something more appropriate. Do I make myself clear?' Jim tore his gaze away from Karen and looked pleadingly at Maria. He was hoping for some sign that all he had heard tonight was some sort of nightmare, that he was still sleeping on the sofa and that he would awake from the nightmare soon. However, in Maria's face he only saw a steely resolve and as soon as he saw her nod in the direction of the bedroom, he slowly, almost in a trance got up from the chair and silently left the room. As soon as he left the room, both women gave each other a quick hug and Maria quietly shreiked 'Oh my god! I can't believe what a rush that was. Did you see? Did you see how compliant he is? I swear he must be one of those submissives that we read up on. Why else would he possibly want to submit to such torture?' 'You may be right' replied Karen 'However, don't rule out the possibility that he does, in fact, simply love you and will do anything to hold on to you. 'Hmmm' said Maria ' That ship has certainly sailed. No, that little fucker is going to get exactly what he's due. I must admit. I found it hard to keep my face straight when I sneaked in the punishment for him laddering his tights. The poor fool obviously doesn't know that any pair of sheer tights has a limited lifespan and that they all eventually snag and ladder sooner or later. Eventually when he's a couple of dozen pairs down the line, the idiot will be so terrified of laddering his tights, that he'll be virtually crippled by fear. By that stage we will have him begging to be able to apply for time deductions' As the last word dripped joyfully from Maria's beautiful mouth, she realised that she would have to think about changing her own panties soon, before they created an unsightly puddle underneath her chair. Chapter 5 - Reflection In the relative safety of his own bedroom, Jim stood staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was, once again, wearing his sexy clothes. He was wearing dark sheer tights, combined with a pink satin panty girdle, pink waist-cinch, pink hot pants and glossy black high heels. Even his white slim fit t-shirt looked decidedly more feminine than masculine, which he put down to the effect of the waist cinch drawing his midriff into slender feminine proportions. Jim had briefly thought to himself 'why pink?'. But in all truth, he didn't know or even care any more. In his eyes they were no more than instruments of torture, albeit very sexy ones. Although, as he stood there decidedly worried about how sexy his legs looked, his own mind again betrayed him as a vision of a pair of patent, pink stiletto heeled shoes flashed across his mind and he dejectedly thought to himself they would go much better with his pink hot pants, than his current black court shoes. He must have stood there, looking at himself in the mirror, for five minutes or more. He stood there not because he wanted to, but instead because he was dreading going back into the living room dressed in womens clothes. Sure, Maria was now, more or less, accustomed to seeing him wearing feminine finery by now, but he was now about to let someone else see him dressed up. Despite the 5 inch stilettos adorning his feet, Jim felt as small and as vulnerable at that point than he had ever felt before in his whole life. As he stood there, he wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this predicament. He knew that he couldn't talk to Maria, and now Karen, because that would be seen as 'talking back about his punishment', and that would only earn him more time wearing his sexy clothes. A quiet realisation than came over Jim. A realisation that he would have to be very, very careful to adhere to his punishment, or else he would be in heels, hose and hotpants for a very long time to come. At this realisation, Jim's body gave an involuntary shudder. As he continued to look at his pretty legs in the mirror, he was unaware that his mind was subliminally drinking in the vision set out before it. Jim was completely unaware that his mind was becoming accustomed to seeing his pretty legs being sheathed in sexy sheer hosiery, his crotch being almost completely femininely flat, and the soles of his feet impossibly arched and set within his glossy black stilettos. All three items of feminine clothing were items that would normally cause his crotch to ache and throb if he saw them being worn by any pretty young woman. Despite the fact that he knew that it was his own body that was being reflected back at him, he couldn't help himself. He could no longer deny that he was being turned on by his own reflection. Turned on by his own ever so tight hot pants... Turned on by his pretty, femiine legs sheathed in sheer tights... Turned on by his sexy black stilettos... As his breathing quickened and his heart began to race, Jim steadied himself by placing his left hand against the wall. As he continued to watch his reflection in the mirror, he could see his right hand, almost with a will of it's own, being slowly drawn towards his crotch. He felt, rather than saw, the heel of his hand gently press against his smooth mound-like crotch. That felt good. So good that Jim let out a slight soft moan. Then, slowly, in a most feminine manner, he gently rubbed the heel of his hand up and down his mound, much like he had seen women do when he watched them masturbate on the internet. 'Oh My God!' Jim thought to himself 'What the fuck is happening to me?! Why the fuck is this turning me on so much?!' Yet, despite his own mental protestations to himself, Jim slowly continued to rub and squeeze his imprisoned crotch, his eyes concentrating on his sexy shoes and his pretty legs as he did so. He needed to come. He was desperate to come. But he couldn't come. More than that, Jim knew he shouldn't come. Because he knew that if he did ...he would be giving in...surrendering his will...that it would be confirmation of something he had feared all week...that he was changing as a person into something that he didn't want to be...something that he couldn't possibly be... He couldn't even bring himself to think the word. But he knew it was there in his mind...calling to him...the word was...transvestite!