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After I had finished my housework, I needed to do some shopping and
ended up at the supermarket. Julie was on the till as usual. She gave
me a big smile. "Hi Didi," she said. " I saw Aunt Helen on my way here
and she said to be sure and go round to her house between 3 and 4 on
Sunday afternoon. Then she can sort you out." There was a queue of
people at the till so I thanked her, smiled and left. I made my evening
meal and watched TV for a while before going upstairs to bed. As I put
on my sleep bra I realised that it would be the last time I would need
to do so. Tomorrow night my large tits would not be attached to my
chest. And the morning after I would be back in boy mode. Back to work
as Dee, not Sissy. I could get Julie to remove my chastity device. Or
maybe she would want me to keep it on? I reached for my comforter...
I was up early on Sunday morning. It was a lovely sunny day. In the
shower I enjoyed the sensation of washing my tits, cupping my hands to
cover them with body wash, feeling their shape and weight. They were
still firmly attached to my skin and I really felt that they were part
of my body. I would miss not having them. As I dried myself I wondered
what it would be like when they were not attached. I could still wear
them inside my bra, but I guessed it would not be quite the same.
I watched myself in the mirror as I walked to and fro in bra, knickers
and stockings. I realised that the weight of my boobies meant that I
pushed my shoulders a little further back to compensate; this had the
effect of thrusting my bust forward even more. And in my heels, my back
was quite arched - emphasising my bum at the back and my tits at the
front. Delicious. If only I had the key to the chastity...
The hours seemed to fly by. Soon it was half past two. I changed from a
dress into a skirt and top, thinking that I would not have to take my
skirt off while Mrs Robinson was dealing with my boobies.
At three o'clock I went round to my neighbour's house and rang the
bell. There was no reply, so I rang again. I waited a few minutes and
then went back home. I tried again a few minutes later, but Mrs
Robinson had still not returned home. I went round several more times.
By the time it was ten to four I was starting to worry. What can have
kept her?
At half past four I went to see Julie at the supermarket. She could see
that I was a bit agitated. "What's up, dear?" she asked. I explained
that her Aunt didn't seem to be at home. "No, she won't be now," said
Julie. "She's gone away for a couple of weeks." I breathed in sharply.
My right hand moved involuntarily to touch my breast.
"Oh you silly girl," said Julie. "I told you to go round between 1 and
2 this afternoon."
Julie had to deal with a rush of shoppers at the till. I turned and
walked out of the store. How could I have made such a mistake about the
time? And what was I going to do now? I hardly remember walking home. I
was in a sort of trance. I had expected to be returning to boy mode on
Monday, but my large silicone tits were still firmly attached to my
chest. And I had to go to work tomorrow. I wondered about phoning in to
say I was sick, but that wasn't really an option. It would have been OK
for a day or maybe even two. But not for two weeks. And I didn't have
any holiday entitlement left this year.
I took off my top and bra. My boobies were definitely still firmly
attached. I tried pulling at one side of one of them but it was clear
that they were not going to come off without tearing my skin. Perhaps I
could get dressed in my male clothes and pretend I didn't have any
boobies? I tried on my shirt and jacket, but it was obvious that there
was no way of hiding the fact that I had a large bust. It did actually
look rather sexy, but it was clear that I could not go to work as a
male on Monday. A man in a suit with such large tits would be even more
noticeable than a similarly endowed girl.
For the last couple of days I had thought how wonderful it was to have
such a generous feminine bust. Large heavy tits that felt really part
of me. Tits that bounced gently with each step or movement that I made.
Tits that I could cup and weigh in my hands. My tits. It was still a
fantastic sensation, but... It had seemed such a great adventure on
Friday. Being one of the girls in the office when there were just a few
of us there, with no male colleagues present. But now I was trapped in
girl mode. And everybody would be back at work in the office as normal.
I shed a few tears, feeling very sorry for myself. I was in a sort of
limbo. I wasn't really a girl, but had large tits. And my cock was
locked away in a tiny cage. I would have to go to work as Sissy for the
next week or two at least.
I put my bra and top back on and made myself a light meal. I didn't
feel like eating much. I watched a bit of TV but couldn't concentrate
on the programmes. I was too apprehensive about what would happen at
work the next day.
I had an early night and fell asleep sucking my comforter.
I got up early on Monday. I shaved my face, then my legs. Then I shaved
my face again. It was important to be as smooth as possible. I dressed
in a blouse and skirt and put on my lipstick. I managed to eat a
crispbread and sip some orange juice. I was too nervous to eat very
much. I checked my lipstick again and set off for work. I wanted to get
there early. To get to my desk without meeting too many other people on
the way.
Mary, the office manager, was already in the office. She smiled at me.
"Hello Sissy," she said. "It's very nice to see you again so soon. I
thought we might have to wait until another quiet Friday came along."
The other girls also seemed glad to see me in girl mode. A couple of
them gave me a little encouraging hug. I began to feel more settled,
less nervous. By mid-morning I was getting on with my job and hardly
thinking about what I was wearing.
One of the other girls must have said something on the phone or in
another office, because a number of individual males from other
departments came in with feeble excuses, obviously wanting to eye up
the new girl in the office. I was very pleased to see how protective
the other girls were. They would all stare at the intruder until he
left. After a couple of visits I had the courage to do the same.
I went out with a couple of the other girls for a light meal at
lunchtime. I was quite hungry - I hadn't eaten much for breakfast and
had got over my earlier nervousness. We didn't get many inquisitive
visits in the afternoon. Perhaps the staring technique had scared them
off.
I called in at the supermarket on the way home, but Julie was not on
the till. I was a little disappointed. I took my purchases home. I
decided to change out of my office clothes. I hung up my skirt, but
decided my blouse would have to go in the wash. There was some evidence
of nervous perspiration. I decided to put my maid's uniform on and put
on some black stockings and my highest heels. I washed the tan
stockings I had worn for work and hung them over the bath to dry. Then
I went downstairs, carefully in my high heels, to prepare my supper. I
had only just got downstairs when the doorbell rang. It was Julie.
"I hope you didn't wear that outfit in the office today," she laughed.
I explained that I had just changed my clothes. "I think that this is
the real you, though," she went on. "Wearing a skirt that is so short
that your knickers are showing. Flaunting your stocking-tops and
suspenders," She gave me a hug, her right hand fondling my bum through
my silky knickers as she continued "and making yourself available to
me!"
We kissed and then she asked me how the day had been. I explained how
I'd been nervous to start with, but how I had received the support,
spoken and unspoken, of my female office colleagues. She nodded
approvingly. "And I suppose," she giggled, "after keeping your knees
together all day, you wanted to relax at home displaying all your
underwear!" She kissed me again. Then she reached out her lipstick and
applied it to my lips.
"Actually, I thought you might need a hand," she said with a look of
wide-eyed innocence, as her fingers stroked my balls. I could feel the
pressure building up. She unlocked my chastity device. Only a few
moments later her hand was squeezing the last drops from my cock. She
hadn't had to give me much of a hand to achieve the main discharge. She
re-locked the chastity device. "Poor darling Didi," she murmured, "you
look absolutely drained. Kneel down and relax. There's a lot to swallow
here."
She slipped off her skirt and held the cock dildo in position. "Now
suck your comforter, dear," she said. And as she gently rocked her
pelvis to and fro, she added, "See how far along my cock you can leave
the mark of your lipstick."
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