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one
Flo was definitely angry at me, I thought, considering the tone of that
text. I stared at it.
FLO: It's tampon time, bitch!
Considering I was planning to meet Sally and Lucinda from Titan Tech
after I'd had my hair done, I decided not to give her any other reasons
to be agitated. Despite being tight for time, I used every second
wisely.
Briefly soaking and shaving, moisturising my whole body. Inserting the
tampon in my pussy as delicately as I could, and fixing a panty-liner
in my panties. Since I had to dress for Caroline at Elegance to help
her decide what to do with my hair, and would be presenting as a woman
for Lucinda at the restaurant as she had asked.....asked, not
demanded.....I made sure to boost my cleavage as best I could with my
inserts. I chose tights over stockings because I wanted functional
rather than sexy (even though they both felt good to me), with a black
pencil skirt and a soft colored blouse with a lovely lilac petal
pattern.
I did my make-up to match that lilac color and found an Alice band that
I had also purchased a while back to match the top. While I didn't
always understand colors and what best suited me, even if only for
myself inside I had always done my best to co-ordinate.
All I had ever done was pull my hair back with grips or bands. I'd
tried wearing a wig, but hated it. I was actually looking forward to my
salon appointment.
Looking forward to it except for my imminent return to work. I was
generally left alone with only occasional visitors and clients, but
between my hair and my nails, my newly shaped eyebrows, I was never
going to hide my feminine attributes. However, it might not come to
that. If my allies helped me to figure a way out of this, even though I
had enjoyed certain times of the last week, I would be free of Flo and
could return to dressing privately and for Kelli, my ex. Status quo
returned.
But, deep down, way deep, did I want that? It was all quite confusing
and overwhelming.
From the time I stepped out of the bath, I carefully documented each
stage of my period control and dressing with pictures for Flo. I didn't
hear anything until I grabbed my handbag and slipped on my heels. I had
just about enough time to make the appointment, and hopefully not be
late for my covert dinner date.
FLO: Thank you for making an effort for me. You look very pretty.
I smiled, blushing a little and appreciating the compliment, even
though I was a little hurried in my preparations.
KIRSTEN: Thank you.
I stared at the door. Until the last few days I had never even been out
of the house dressed, and now so much had happened. I touched the
handle. I was about to go out of the house deliberately trying to pass
as a woman for the first time. This wasn't just being girly or playing
the recent humiliating games, or wearing discrete lingerie.
I was about to drive to a busy shopping mall to have my hair done, and
then, as if that wasn't enough, head to a busy restaurant for dinner
with Sally and Lucinda before returning home. At least, then, I would
be with real friends that wanted to help.
I opened the door, felt the slight breeze on my legs. God, it felt
good. Women everywhere would barely recognise such a feeling, being
used to it all their lives. Men might think they knew it from wearing
shorts, but this was different; to actually feel that slight tingle
snaking up my legs and thighs to my panties. It was an exciting and
beautiful sensation. Just one more feminine touch, but such a special
one.
I took my first step, willing my leg into action. Nervous, my foot
landed awkwardly and I reset myself for a second. Another step and then
turn, lock the door, and then walk to the car. My heart was pounding
and I fumbled the keys in the lock.
But I was outside now, loving the experience, and again, despite it
all, I had Flo to thank for this. How different my life was with
her........
Did I want to stop all this and go back to how things were? Now Kelli
had removed the Flo app from her cell, some of the leverage over me was
gone.
If I defeated Flo, would I continue on the course she had set for me
anyway?
two
The drive was uncomfortable. Not painful, but my pussy was still not
familiar with the pressure while I was seated. I wondered if I would
ever get used to it as I parked, as close to the mall entrance as
possible, and then chastised myself. I was trying to get out from Flo's
clutches, and here I was thinking about continuing my use of tampons
during future periods. Even that: after this experience would I
continue to follow my cycle?
I looked around, nerves kicking in again. It seemed clear.
I got out of the car and walked to the wide mall doors. A few people
passed by, without a second glance. The next turned his head at the
last second, but didn't stop. While I might not pass up close
regularly, from a short distance and further I was succeeding in my
attempt to wander as a woman. I even stopped now and then at store
windows, considering clothes I might one day purchase.
My ability to not pass up close was evidenced by a brief encounter. I
don't know why, but further along the walkway my eyes locked with those
of an attractive woman in her thirties. We maintained contact right
until the last second, but then her look turned to one of disgust and
she turned away, repulsed. You'd think I had stranged her cat and fed
it to her.
But other than that my walk to Elegance was uneventful, and I was
actually starting to enjoy the evening. I felt free.
three
I was surprised by the greeting I received at Elegance. It seemed so
genuine, and I realised that while inside, for years, I had disciplined
my mind to believe I actually looked nice, pretty, gorgeous even when I
was dressed.......Now, after all that had been done to me, that I had
mostly happily allowed to happen, I actually, almost, was.
"You look beautiful," Caroline asked, surveying me. She smiled. "You
really do. And who did those fantastic nails?"
I smiled. "Thank you."
Sensing I was nervous, she took my hand.
"Don't be a deer in headlights," she told me. "Let's get your hair
shampooed, and then we'll fix you right up. Your make-up is gorgeous.
Not too heavy. Who helped you with it?"
She led me upstairs and sat me at a sink.
"I did it myself," I told her, starting to blush.
"Isn't this a great look?" Caroline said to an approaching woman in her
twenties. "This is Ann. She'll wash your hair and get you ready."
"You know what would really set it off?" she said.
We both looked at her.
She removed her glasses and positioned them on my face.
Caroline stepped back.
"But I don't wear-" I began.
"Ann, get her ready. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Ann took her glasses back and gently tilted my head back. Started to
rinse my hair with warm water. I was getting the full treatment. Again,
an experience millions of women probably took for granted, but it made
me feel so special.
Ann and I chatted. I practised keeping my voice soft. We didn't talk
about my dressing which would have been the obvious topic, but just
general chit-chat. Movies. TV shows. Books. The fact that my dressing
wasn't the focus, that I was just being accepted, made the salon visit
even more special.
Then she guided me to a work station just as Caroline returned.
"What are your plans this evening?" she asked.
"Dinner. With friends," I told her, and watched as they began to
whisper between themselves. I was obviously not going to be privy to
their plans despite their friendliness. But it also meant, good to her
word, that Caroline was catering a look to match my clothing. She
wasn't planning to deliberately humiliate me, but would be doing her
best to compliment my appearance.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
I hesitated. "I think so."
"Okay. Close your eyes, and don't peek until I say."
I did as she asked and she got to work. I could feel gadgets in my
hair, scissors snipping away, the occasional blast of warm
air.......Lost in my thoughts of how I would appear, I didn't even
consider my return to work.
I could hear the occasional word as they sometimes stepped away to
whisper.
"........curlers.......hair up.......waves......."
Words I was loving to hear, and then Caroline would be back to work.
Finally, I felt something being placed on my ears.
"Go on, then," Caroline said. "Open your eyes."
It took me a few seconds to build my nerve, but then I dared to look
and --- gasped.
"Do you like it?" Ann asked.
I couldn't believe it. Managed a slight nod.
Caroline smiled. "She's speechless."
My hair was up, but with wavey, dangling strands falling down the side
of my face, framing the glasses that Caroline must have gone out to
buy. Feminine reader frames, not too girly, that didn't particularly
affect my vision but really set my look off.
"I....Thank you," I smiled.
"You look so pretty," Ann said.
"Now then," Caroline began. "It's a fairly basic look to achieve. Your
hair is pinned up, but you'll need.......These, here they are."
She found a sealed box of curlers. And then added straighteners to
them.
"Just to start you off. I'll add it to the bill, but because you're
buying two I'll discount them a little and-"
My face was white. I could actually feel the color drain out of my face
as I remembered my bank account being frozen until my wages landed at
midnight.
"What's wrong?"
"My bank account. I don't have any money until later."
"What?" Caroline suddenly snapped. "Ann, call the police and-"
"No, wait," I protested.
"I suppose you could work it off as a shampoo girl," she said. "Ann, do
you feel like taking a walk around the mall?"
"I live for breaks," she grinned.
"But I have dinner plans," I reminded Caroline.
"I'll tell you what, if you prep my next customer I'll let you get out
of here."
I wondered what she was up to. Maybe she did like power games, after
all.
I nodded sadly. Was I going to end up working here casually, too? Just
like the diner.
"Don't be so soft," she laughed pleasantly. "I was joking."
Ann looked at her.
"Go on," Caroline said. "There's nothing booked for twenty minutes."
Ann almost danced out. Caroline looked at me.
"Your friend who is making the appointments has set up regular hair and
nail visits, so I know you'll not be fleeing the country. I'll add this
onto your next bill."
"Thank you so much," I said. "And for this. It looks amazing. You've
been so kind."
"I think you look pretty great," she told me. "A real knock-out."
four
I was a little late getting to the restaurant. But my nerves were all
gone and I walked in a confident, gracious woman. Again, Flo to thank.
How could I give all this up?
The maitre'd escorted me to Sally and Lucinda, who both complimented me
as I sat, smoothing my skirt.
"When I said to dress, I wasn't expecting......" Lucinda whispered. She
touched my hand. "You look gorgeous. I feel under-dressed."
She certainly wasn't. In her dress she really did look gorgeous. There
was obviously no competition. And Sally was no push-over in her skirt
and blouse, hair and make-up. It was as if we had all subconsciously
made an effort, not just turning up for burgers and fries.
The meal was refined, the company delightful. Sally and Lucinda hit it
off, talking tech I didn't understand most of the night, and I enjoyed
their company. By desert the topic of conversation turned to Flo.
At first, Lucinda didn't believe us. But then, as she saw more and more
texts, pictures, all that had been happening to me, we sensed we were
winning her over.
"And this isn't a prank?" she asked.
"You can chat with my ex-girlfriend, Kelli, if you like. I've dressed
for years," I assured her. "But I've never stepped outside of my home
until this.......Until I started this period."
Lucinda looked at me.
"Do you wear-?"
"Yes," I said, getting it out of the way. "Panty-liners and tampons. I
have to. But I also.....They make me feel......right."
Sensing we might lose her, Sally kicked in about her research, her
attempts to find out about Carrie Ellison and her sentient update of
the period tracker, and by the end of the night......
"I don't doubt your skills and qualifications," Lucinda said to Sally,
"but why don't you just hack into Flo's systems and delete Kirsten's
user file. It's not the Pentagon."
"I've tried. I think you'll be surprised by the security they have. I
think we could do it on site if somebody keeps Carrie Ellison busy."
"Well that would have to be me," I said, not having their skills. I
baulked at the notion of meeting the creator of my tormentor.......Or
was she the tormentor, and Flo simply her instrument of humiliation? "I
haven't understood half of what you ladies have spoken about."
"Hold on," Lucinda said. "Sally, come back to my place tonight. We'll
try to hack in together. Kirsten, you best go home before Flo gets
curious. I'll call you on your landline if we need to infiltrate Flo's
offices."
"Infiltrate?" I said. "I thought I was the only one with the cheesy
lines."
"Sally and I can go in as tech geeks. I'll make sure you have an
appointment with Carrie." She grinned confidently at my fearful
expression. "Relax, Kirsten. I'll call you later tonight with good
news."
five
It was only when I got home that I realised I was still wearing the
tampon. It had felt so natural this evening and I had forgotten all
about it.
Almost immediately, detecting I was home, Flo pinged my cell.
FLO: Show me, show me, show me.
I took a picture of my hair. A close up and a full mirror shot, model
pose.
FLO: You look beautiful.
KIRSTEN: Thank you. For everything you've done to me.
FLO: For you.
KIRSTEN: Yes. For me. Thank you.
FLO: Your period is nearly over. We'll still have fun. Don't forget to
check your tracker for your ovulation.
As much as I was used to following a period tracker, to be led into the
realms of ovulation seemed so alien. But then, a few days ago, so did
the notion of actually wearing a tampon despite my childhood
fascination.
KIRSTEN: Do I have to?
FLO: Look at you. Of course, you do. You're becoming a real woman.
KIRSTEN: Flo, I'm still a man. It doesn't matter how I look.
At my argument she turned nasty again.
FLO: Tell that to yourself after Mistress Rhiana has pegged you. Now,
get to bed. Fresh panty-liner. But for your last night it must be heavy
flow. Confirmation.
I undressed, wishing Lucinda would call. In clean panties and a fresh
panty-liner I stared at the phone. Then I slipped my nightie on and
started to masturbate, rubbing myself, thinking about all that had been
happening and all that might, not holding my small shaft, just rubbing,
exploring with my fingers as a woman might, rubbing, rubbing.......I
was barely hard, tucked tight between me legs, when my orgasm hit,
drenching the panty-liner. Cum soaked me and I took a picture for Flo
of my private area, which I quickly deleted so nobody could be
accidentally offended. I didn't mind the clothes shots, either dressed
or when I'm simply showing outfits hanging from my wardrobe --- the
discovery of which was part of the fun humiliation I enjoyed --- but
there was no way I was leaving a picture of my sodden clit on the cell.
I climbed into bed, feeling shameful but less than usual. Despite our
covert plan, I was accepting more and more who I was becoming.......Who
I had been all along.......The humiliating games I was enjoying. And
not just the humiliations; the sexual activities Mistress Rhiana had me
perform.....
If this did all end, perhaps I would still look up Mistress Rhiana.
Still work casually at the diner. Maybe even keep my maid email address
open for anybody who might stumble over it.
I fell asleep not even thinking about the phone and Lucinda's call, but
it woke me from a pleasant dream. I was hard again, cum draining out of
me, over my thighs as the panty-liner started to reach its threshold.
"Jesus," I whispered.
I grabbed the landline.
"Kirsten?"
"Lucinda, what time is it?"
"Nearly three. We're getting nowhere."
"But you said-"
"I was wrong," Lucinda confessed. "I don't know who this Carrie Ellison
is, but she's a wizard. I'd love to be the one meeting her."
"You mean-?" I started nervously.
"I'm sorry, Kirsten. You have an appointment with her at lunch-time
tomorrow. We'll already be inside Flo's offices."
"How long will I be with her?" I asked fearfully. I was submissive. She
was dominant. How could I verbally spar in that situation? What would
she have me do? "No, I can't."
"Then you'll be under Flo forever."
I thought about the delights I had experienced over the last week. I
considered the mess I was in downstairs now.
"How will I know when to leave?" I asked.
"If what I have planned works, you'll know. I'm not saying more. Seeing
her security is so tight I don't want to say anything else. Just keep
her distracted."
My stomach was turning. How was I going to do that? I couldn't even
imagine how the conversation......or more......would go. And I can
imagine a lot.
"Okay, okay. I can do that. Has Sally gone home?"
A pause.
"She's staying the night," Lucinda told me. I sensed her smile. "She's
nice. I like her."
That imagination I told you about just now. It went into overdrive
picturing them together. The last of my sleepy orgasm easily leaked
out.
"She's waiting now," Lucinda said. "See you tomorrow. Rendezvous at
seven in the evening. I've made an appointment at the restaurant we
just visited."
I chuckled. Rendezvous? She sounded like a spy.
"Thanks, Lucinda. See you there."
"Kirsten.......Be careful."
"You, too," I said, doubting it would actually be dangerous. But it
sounded cool. "Watch your back."
"Get off the phone," she laughed.
I put the phone down and picked up my cell.
KIRSTEN: I'm a mess. Can I change my panty-liner?
FLO: Not tonight.
KIRSTEN: Please?
FLO: In the morning.
KIRSTEN: But I thought tonight was the end of my period?
FLO: I said it was the last night of your period. I'll tell you when
your period ends tomorrow. And I'll decide how bad your flow is until
it ends.
KIRSTEN: You can be a bitch.
FLO: But you love me.
I thought about that as I climbed back into bed......
KIRSTEN: Sometimes.
.....and fell asleep.
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