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Thirty Milky Day - Day 2
by Fahzbehn
I awoke slowly to my alarm going off. Smacking the snooze button, I
began to roll over to get fifteen minutes more sleep, when the weight
of my chest pulled me further than expected. My eyes bolted open and,
in the dim morning light, I slowly looked down at my body.
My large, round breasts were there, of course, along with the rest of
the curves of my body. As much as my mind rebelled that the last two
days had been some kind of dream, when I pinched my nipple, the feeling
of pleasure, not to mention the milk spurting from it, quickly killed
that idea. Slowly, I got up, noting that Mistress... Alicia, that is,
was gone. I slowly unbraided my hair, letting it fall around my
shoulders. When I stood, I once again found myself unable to walk
comfortably. I tried to stretch, but, no matter how I did my legs only
felt comfortable when I was on my toes.
Mincing my way to the shower, I spotted the note Alicia had taped to
the mirror.
"Gone to pick up a few things. I left the milk pump in kitchen and
clothes for you in the top left drawer. I expect you to be wearing
them when I get home.
Love, Mistress Alicia.
P.S. Your job understands you needing to take a leave of absence."
Leave of absence? I guess that made sense. After all, how was I going
to explain what had happened to me? "A spa magically turned me into a
lactating lesbian with huge tits. Can you hand me that Cat5 cable?" I
had a hard time believing it myself.
Stepping into the shower after relieving myself, I turned the water on
then realized both my brainwash and my shampoo were gone. All that was
left was the body wash Alicia used that smelled of lilacs and vanilla,
along with her high end salon shampoo and conditioner. Sighing in
irritation, I understood what she was trying to do. I looked like a
girl, maybe thought a little like one, but I may as well smell the
part.
As I washed myself off, I took note of one thing that was quite
different from when I was a man: aside from the shape of my body, the
fact was that I had no hair left at all below my neck was a new
experience. My body was perfectly smooth, though I did still have a
trace of my old freckles on my arms. For a moment, as I soaped my
breasts and inner thighs, I was tempted to play with myself, but I
managed to resist the urge. Were all women secretly this horny or was
it just my old male mind reacting to my very feminine body.
I rinsed out the conditioner from my hair and turned off the shower,
toweled my body off and sat down to blow dry my hair. I decided to put
it all in a pony tail and held it in place with one of Mistress's pink
scrunchies.
Mincing my way back to the bedroom, I opened the drawer. Inside was a
dark red t-shirt, the cow-print nursing bra from yesterday at the spa,
along with a pair of dark red, nylon yoga shorts. I carefully wiggled
into the panties, and the yoga shorts were pretty straight forward.
The bra though? That took some effort. I never realized how
challenging it was for a woman to get dressed. It didn't help that the
bra had six hooks going up the front, either.
Pulling on the tee, a grabbed a pair of Mistress's socks, then set down
to put them on. My shoulders felt a little sore already from holding
the weight of my mammoth mammaries, though, at least some of the weight
was distributed to my back. "What have I gotten myself into?" I
thought out loud. Slipping on the heels from the spa, I made my way to
the kitchen. As promised, the milk pump was sitting, along with an
extra bottle, on the table, my cowbell choker next to it. My breasts
began to ache at the sight of both. "She really did turn me into a
cow."
I slipped the choker around my neck and sat down comfortably. Lifting
my tee, I carefully peeled away the padding from the cups of the
nursing bra. Holding the suction cup to my nipple, I mooed in relief
as the breast pump sucked and drained the milk from my overfull udders.
Breasts. Wait, did I just moo? It didn't matter. All that matter was
the pleasure being milked. I just wanted to sit there and close my
eyes as I found relief.
Another scent, this one muskier, begin to hint at my nose. I had a
hard time pulling myself from the fog of pleasure. My body felt warm
and tingly and the pleasure from my tits and pussy were so distracting.
My eyes opened to find that I'd slid my hand, subconsciously, down my
short and panties to my slick pussy. Worse was the fact that the
bottle was full and Mistress was staring right at me.
"Now, now," she said with a knowing smirk, "don't stop on my account."
I decided then that, if she was trying to make a point, well, I could
play that game. Instead of stopping, I pulled my hand from my pussy
and licked my fingers clean. I then changed the bottles and switched
the pump to my other breast. My free hand slid down my shorts, down my
panties, and went to work on my pussy and clit with gusto. I moaned
loudly as I got into it and rocked my hips erotically. "Am I a good
girl," I asked with a gasp, my breathing quickening, "or a naughty
one?"
All she did was smile at me. "That depends on if you cum before I tell
you to, pet." She replied. She made no effort to stop me. She made
no motion to pleasure herself, but I knew she was getting off on the
show.
I think I had a better chance of stopping a freight train than I did
from cumming and, as my fingers darted against my clit, I came with a
high pitched scream.
When I came down from my orgasmic high, I smiled as Mistress licked my
fingers clean. She then took one of the jugs and drank it to the last
drop. "Mmm... so tasty." She smiled at me as I tugged my shorts and
panties back up. "Since you've been a naughty girl, you'll wear those
panties while we go shopping. I need to get you a new wardrobe for
your new job."
I blinked. "New job? But what about my leave of absence?"
Alicia sat across from me and smiled. "Well, I want you with me
whenever possible, pet, so I've arranged for you to be interviewed to
be my new personal assistant. The interview is in two days. Plenty of
time for you to practice acting like the woman you are now."
A secretary? Her secretary specifically? I had to admit I had the
skill set and it would be nice to see more of Mistress... dang it, I
mean more of Alicia, but working as with her? "I imagine there's a
catch."
She smiled at me. "Several. First, you'll be expected to be near me
at all times. This way, should we have some time alone and together,
no one will think a thing."
I could see where she was going with this. "What else?"
"Well, I've got a few unique clients that are looking to leave my firm
and want me to go solo," she explained, "so, I'm going to need a lot of
help making sure I keep them."
"Keep them how?" I asked, a tinge of worry in my voice.
"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that, pet." She
stood up and grabbed her purse. "Now, come on. Time to get you some
things of your own. It's going to be so much fun."
Sighing, I stood up and followed obediently. I'd honestly avoided
women's clothing when I shopped before, partly out of embarrassment,
partly out of what was likely a hidden desire to wear what I saw. Now,
given my figure, there was no way I was going to look right in men's
clothing.
On the drive to the mall, a thought occurred to me. "Mistress? The
last two days have been pretty pleasurable, but it can't be this easy,
can it?"
She patted my thigh. "No. For you, it's just new and exciting. It's
going to take a lot of work. It takes me at least an hour each morning
to get my hair an make-up right. This new body's a little curvier than
it used to be, but I still love my morning jogs. The bad parts will be
when it comes to that time of the month. Cramps suck." I nodded and
stared out the window until we pulled into the mall parking lot.
The one thing that struck me most, as we entered, was the stares. Some
were disgusted, some were jealous, some were intriguing. When one guy
looked me up and down, I felt my cheeks begin to burn. Worse, for the
briefest of moments, I wondered what it would like to press up against
him, but only until Mistress grabbed on to my wrist and pulled me into
the store.
I had hoped that Mistress... Alicia... I really need to stop doing
that. I had hoped Alicia would guide me in what to buy. Oh, no. She
simply told the saleswoman that I needed a new wardrobe in business
casual, along with a few things for fun, as I'd lost all my clothes in
a fire.
I was more than happy to pick up slacks, which I was used to; however,
they fit so differently than men's slacks. I also picked up a few
sedate black skirts and white blouses. The problem with the white
blouses were that they showed my cow-print bra. When I asked Miss...
Alicia, she promised me that she knew of a store in town that had bras
in my size and that we'd head there later.
Once the practicals were out of the way, I did venture into riskier
territory. There were a couple of V-neck tops I liked but, for some
reason, I kept gravitating toward nylon tops that were form fitting.
Alicia insisted I pick up a few chemises in different colors, which was
when it finally dawned on the saleswoman that we were a couple.
Mistress did encourage another pair of shoes, which I inevitably agreed
on: a pair of two inch pumps with a zipper up the side. Last was a
pair of jeans, which I left the store wearing.
We were about to head out of the store when a small piece of my old
self shined through. Stopping at the front of the retail goth outlet,
I put my hand out and pouted cutely. "You took me shopping for stuff
you wanted. Hand over the black AmEx."
Mistress laughed at me and handed it over. I walked in and instantly
recognized the guy behind the counter. A month ago, I'd ran into him
at the local bookstore while perusing supernatural romance. Nice guy,
well versed in the same books, and, much like me a few days ago, lanky,
a bit of a geek, but kind of cute. I walked right up to him and jutted
my chest out at him. "I'm, like, looking for a top in my size... oh,
and goth boots, the taller the heel the better."
Inside, I was laughing, because I knew I was toying with him. His chin
about hit the floor before he shook his head and guided me toward the
back. I actually knew the store pretty well, but I let him show me
what he thought would look cool. All and all, three shirts, a black
latex micro-skirt, and a pair of knee high, gothic stiletto boots that
had buckles running up the side. Setting them down at the register, I
handed him the credit card. I winced a bit at the total, but, well,
Mistress did hand it to me.
When he asked if there was anything else he could get me, I'm not sure
what came over me, but I wasn't done playing. I smiled, leaned
forward, and kissed him on the lips. He tasted of cloves and, while
part of me objected to kissing a guy, another part reminded me that I
was a girl. This was, after all, okay. I leaned into his ear and
asked for his number before standing back. He handed me the receipt
flipped over, where his number was written. I winked at him, grabbed
my bags, and headed back to Mistress. Once we were away from the
store, she bust out laughing.
"That was priceless," she laughed, the way he looked at you? He was
about to cum in his jeans, I bet." Remembering the kiss, I wondered if
maybe I was, too. That was when I noticed the odd look in Mistress's
face. "You're actually getting into this, into him, aren't you? Tell
me you're not." I couldn't help but blush. "Well, well. Only a
couple of days and you're already ready to be a switch hitter. I'm
impressed."
I shrugged. I wasn't sure what I felt. All I knew was, that if I were
that guy, I'd be crushed if something like that ever happened to me and
the girl didn't call me back.
We arrived, about a half hour later, at the boutique Mistress had
mentioned before. Much like when she'd taken me clothing shopping,
she'd handed me off to one of the saleswomen and let me choose for
myself. That was when it dawned on me. She was making it all about my
choice. I'd been a man two days ago. Now, here I was, choosing
women's intimates that I'd only wear and that only she would ever see.
I tried to keep my choices sedate, and, due to needing nursing bras,
their selection was pretty limited. Mistress, however, got fed up with
how much time I was taking in deciding. "The three you've chosen
should be enough for now. I knew we should've gone back to the spa."
I winced at that, but, remembering the sheer variety they had, I had to
agree. Mistress paid for the three bras then led me back to the car.
I could tell she was upset, but not why.
"Can't you ever make up your mind on anything? It's like you need to
be led."
"I'm your pet, remember?" I replied, her sour tone upsetting me as
well. "This is what you wanted, remember? I'm a woman because you
didn't want me to be a man anymore. You wanted me to be your busty,
lactating pet."
She glared at me and stopped the car. "Don't backtalk me, Erica. You
won't like the results."
"Really? I'm already stuck like this. What else can you do aside from
kick me out?"
I gasped as she quickly turned into a parking lot. "A lot. If that's
how you want to behave, fine. I'll just have to punish you." I saw
the evil glint in her eye, the same one she got when she knew she was
going to get what she wanted no matter who thought they could stop her.
"You are to stay in the car. I'm running inside to pick up a few
things. You think you're ready to make choices? Ha."
I looked up at where we were and realized it was a large drug store. I
shook my head and rolled my eyes. Whatever she had in mind, it
couldn't be that bad if it came from here. So, I sat there and waited
and waited. As I did, my mind wandered back to the guy at the goth
shop. He really was kinda cute. I imagined leading him to bed and
sharing him with Mistress. It might be fun. It would definitely be
new.
Mistress finally came back and tosses two large bags in the back seat.
She didn't even speak to me on the way home. I realized then how truly
pissed she was and, honestly, I hadn't meant to make her mad.
"Mistress, I'm sorry. I went over the line. I..."
She put her hand on my lips. "I appreciate it, pet, but you forced my
hand. You never grew up like this and I imagine your emotions are all
over the place." She got out and handed me the bags from the mall.
"Since you don't seem to know how to behave, tomorrow, you're spending
the day tomorrow learning." She led me inside and closed the door
behind me. "Until you can prove to me you can be a grown up and a big
girl, I'm going to treat you accordingly." With that, she pulled out
two large packages of adult diapers.
I recoiled in shock. "But, I'm not an infant."
She simply smiled at me. "Oh no? I bet I can argue that. Do you
argue with the person in charge?"
"I..."
"And do you need them to lead you?" Mistress continued. "Do they need
to show you how to dress? Buy clothes for you? Do you pout when you
don't get want you want? That sounds pretty childish to me."
"Well, when you put it that way, but..."
"I'm not done. The most damning evidence is two fold." With that she
sat down on the couch, unbuttoned her blouse then pulled aside the flap
on her nursing bra. I was instantly drawn to it, laying across the
couch and drawing her nipple into my mouth. I didn't realize, until
that moment, how much I'd missed drinking her milk. "First, babies
drink from their mommy's breasts. Second," she said with a smile, her
hand sliding down my pants to my damp folds, "babies wet their panties.
Big girls don't."
Suckling from her, I didn't care to argue. My whole world was
pleasure: her milk and her hand. I heard her hum as she held me there.
I quickly forgot my argument, why she must be wrong, and what I was
doing. I was so content. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
I only woke briefly. I vaguely recall Mistress helping me to bed. I
remember her removing my clothes and laying me down. Sleep overtook
me, my last conscious thought being the lullaby she hummed.
Rock-a-bye baby.
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