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Just what we wanted. By Trish Born on a secluded hill farm in East Cumbria I did not realise I felt different to everyone else until I started school and being different scared me. Today with the increased awareness of LGBTQ people I now understand I am not the total wacko I believed, but as a little kid from a Cumbrian hill farm in the early two thousands I had no way of knowing that. Having being born into exactly the same kind hill farming family as all my school mates I should have turned just like them, a parochial farmer in the making but from the start my brain was wired very differently. I was academically curious, I generally preferred my own company and was very diligent when it came to homework. I liked school and given any choice in the matter I would much rather spent my time in the company of my books and studies than working the farm with my stepfather. Since I turned into a rather social animal when I got to university I'm sure much of childhood preference for my own company came from being terrified of my secrets being exposed. This fear of being 'outed' meant I hid my feminine tastes and 'wrong' sexual desires deep in my mind where they festered until puberty really messed me up. It was not just my gender issues that made puberty difficult because I was also struggling to come to terms with my sexuality. I wanted to conform and be straight like everyone else, but my feminine mind set meant I was attracted to boy's more than girls, and all my sexual fantasies revolved around having sex with a guy as a girl. There were times when I was at secondary school that I felt these internal conflicts were going to pull me apart as the person everyone expected me to be, collided with who I wanted to be. I was transgendered, a concept where I grew up that was unheard of. I'm sure things would have probably been different if I had grown up in the cosmopolitan atmosphere of a city rather than rural Cumbria, where it was still a case of anything that stepped of the path of normality was met by scorn and derision. Frightened of the social stigma of anyone knowing how 'wacko' I was, meant I was too afraid of the consequences to even consider just 'coming out' and admitting my gender issues or my sexuality. About the only benefit that came from needing to hide my personal insecurities was being bright enough to disguise what I felt behind a studious nerdy bookworm front. My bookish delight in learning was not just a front, because I was a straight A pupil and my results earned me a full tuition and living scholarship at Oriel College, Oxford to read Computer Science and Philosophy. Oxford University is a strange place with its inherent snobbishness, archaic traditions, and its emphasis on excellence, and I like many rural and urban working class kids found it at first difficult to adapt to the teaching methods and the Oxford lifestyle. It took me most of the first term (Michaelmas in Oxford speak) before I fully adapted to university life but when I did my grades shot up from mediocre to top tier. My time at Oxford was to change me radically. The cultural mixture of the student and teaching body broadened my horizons and introduced me to lifestyles and beliefs that were completely alien at first to my rural back water mindset. College life also pulled me out of my studious isolation and gave me a level of self confidence that had been absent in my childhood. Mixing with like minded academic over achievers following very different academic paths expanded my vocabulary and tamed my broad Cumbrian accent with the stamp of Oxbridge syntax. For an introverted rural working class Cumbrian kid like me being pitched into the weird world of Oxford college life was such a total culture shock that it largely quashed my desire to dress and act feminine for most of my first year. For the first time in my life I was making friends with people who shared many of my interests and the need to keep up or surpass my incredibly bright course mates combined with the wide range of social activities on offer meant I was too busy to worry about my sexuality. I can't say being at Oxford was making me any more comfortable with myself but unlike at home preferring to put my studies first was not that unusual, especially as I eagerly indulged in that most traditional of undergraduate activities, excessive social drinking! Although I was still deeply closeted about my gender and sexuality I must have registered as gay to many in college because when I thought back over my first year I realised that most of my non course mate friends were from the LGBTQ side of college life. One thing that did surprise me was plucking up the courage to speak to the university doctor towards the end of Trinity (summer term) about my issues but finding out about my mum illness while I was home put a brake on any further investigations of my gender issues. Finding out that mum had a terminal cancer made second year a completely different experience right from the start. The increased workload on top of my mothers illness meant I either cut down the partying or risk falling out of the first bracket, and I did not intend to graduate with anything less. I was highly motivated to succeed because having tasted the delights of academic living and the comforts of urban life I had zero interest in going back to Cumbria and spending my life rearing sheep. Not wanting to take the farm on was inconceivable to my mum who was the third generation of the family born and bred on the farm and I think I was something of a disappointment to her when she realised I did not want to follow the family tradition. Mum was a hill farmer to her core and she had both the good and the bad traits. She would bend over backwards to help anyone and was very keen on being active in the community spending what little free time she had with the parish council or at the village Women's Institute events. At the same time she also had that agricultural closed minded dislike of cities, and city people. Her politics were very conservative to the point of more than a little right wing. She also could not see the point of universities, on the grounds that the council and national park pillocks who waltzed round advising farmers with their degrees in agriculture and land management didn't know their arse from the elbow! Given her low opinion of Universities even my mum was seduced by the aura of Oxford. It tickled her pink that her weird bookish lad was going to Oxford. None of your Sunderland's like Nancy's lad but Oxford! Mum was incredibly proud of her 'lad' being at Oxford, which perhaps goes some way towards explaining why she never told me about having been diagnosed with intestinal cancer before I left for Oxford. I knew her stomach was playing up but as my mum had been diagnosed with Crohn's while I was still at secondary school so I was used to her having bouts of ill health so I waved it off to the stress of me leaving. Once I was at Oxford being a typical hill farming woman when I called and asked how she was keeping, mum stoically waved off any enquiries about her health. Through out my first year away from home mums health really started to decline and it was obvious to me that she was ill when I was home at Easter. Having seeing her I was worried, especially as she went to the hospital twice while I was home, but rather foolishly I believed my stepfather when he explained away her regular hospital visits by saying, "Its just her Crohn's playing up gain lad." In an attempt to 'protect' me from worrying my step father had convinced my mum that it would be better if she did not to tell me that she had been diagnosed cancer until I absolutely had to know. Now my mum was many things but she was not one to hide important things so I can only assume that my step fathers argument made sense to her because if there was one thing she did not want was for me to drop out of Oxford and join the many failed students unhappily working on their families farms. Needless to say when I found out that they kept me in the dark I was furious. Even more annoyingly was I actually found out via an old school friend in the local pub when she asked how my mum was doing in her cancer treatment? I was bloody angry then, but after finding out that it was Richard's idea I went off on one, which ended in us having a screaming argument the moment mum was in taxi on her way to the hospital for her next chemo session the following day. For mum's sake I hid my fury towards him, but in private Richard knew precisely what I thought about him. Ever since mum introduced me to her then 'boyfriend' there had been a level of tension between us. In part this was because he was a cut out of my father, being another hill farmer who had a low opinion of anyone who did not work on the land. "Why the shite would you want to waste your time there? You don't need a degree to shovel shit lad. Anyway I don't hold much with universities because from what I can see the places are riddled with poofs, pansy's and degenerates." When it became clear that mum was going to marry him we did come to something of a tentative truce, which basically consisted of me ignoring his astonishingly bigoted views. It was a truce which held until I discovered how he had kept me in the dark. Although we remained civil in mums presence, especially after she was hospitalised the little trust I had of him was shattered and I was not going to forgive him, which is why since mums funeral the only time I have spoken to him was when I had to at the solicitors sorting out her estate. Travelling home most weekends to see my mum with the increased academic workload meant that I no longer had the distraction of an active social life distracting me when I was not concentrating on my course work, which woke the so far dormant Pamela. Unfortunately living in shared accommodation meant my opportunities to release Pamela were few and far between, and that frustration led me to first start reading and then writing transgender fantasy stories which I posted to my favourite transgender story website. I posted my first one half way through my second years Michaelmas (autumn) term, and another one just before I went home for the Christmas holiday. Over the term writing had quickly grown into an escape valve that let me express what wanted and I valued it enough to sacrifice rather a lot the little free time I had on it. My first story was rather well received and generated both positive and negative reviews but it was the second one I posted which attracted Steven attention. It was just before I went back to Oxford for the start of Hilary (winter) term when Steven first emailed me. I had got emails from readers before but Steven's stood out because it was a critical analysis of my writing style and as I read his email I wholeheartedly agreed with his assessment. I knew that technically I was not a very good writer, but as he was also very complementary about my 'interesting take' on the forced feminisation theme and recommended I find a good editor. It was also reassuring that he ended his long email telling me how much he enjoyed the scenario I set up. He also commented approvingly on how much he liked the way I worked my love of the clothing and lifestyle roles of the strictly defined gender hierarchy of the 1950's era into the forced feminisation theme of the story. Since he had taken the time to send me such an in depth analysis I responded with a fairly lengthy thank you which included a semi serious tease about if he as offering his services as an editor? He promptly responded with a 'lord no' comment which started our initially occasional email correspondence. I think one of the reasons why I was willing to respond to what became his semi regular emails was his reply to my response arriving the day I saw my mum in hospital for the first time. Normally I did not respond to follow ups to Pamela's email with much more than a thank you for reading my story but feeling down and because he again took the time to write a longish response to my email it felt churlish not to respond in kind. Steven really liked how I wrote my 'sissy' (his term) protagonists being made by their dominant to give up their masculine status and surrender to their 'lowered' feminised station in life. He also wholeheartedly approved of how the feminised protagonist remained technically still a male even after he/she had been trapped into taking the hormonal treatments needed to fit 'her' enforced 1950's style gender stereotypical life. "I do love the concept of how a dominant can keep his sissy in her place by humiliatingly refusing to let her become functionally a real woman.... Speaking for myself it is a massive turn on to think of how 'my' sissy will get a shiver of humiliation every time she takes a tinkle because she knows that I, her Master, will never let her replace her useless chastity and hormone shrivelled cock with a pussy." Readers had said similar before but the way Steven couched the comment in the context of his complementary email made it a turn on. "You're rather keen on chastity," I commented in my response to his third email before admitting that the story he first commented on about about a Oxford undergraduate being blackmailed by his a female tutor into to surrendering his high flying future for life as a highly feminised trophy secretary was based on one of my favourite fantasies. "Unsurprisingly its one of mine too, admittedly from the male dominant prospective. I found out at Eton that I've a bisexual side to my sexuality and university showed me that it is especially aroused by convincingly cute sissy's. When you mix my liking for trans-girls with my mostly unexplored interest in sexual domination I find the concept of being able to force a bright pretty boy on the fast track to masculine success to surrender that for life as my servile sissy trophy wife really turns me on, and your tale really hit on all my favourite theme's, which is why I just had to send you a congratulatory email." Steven told me in his following email. Along with his positive comments about my stories one of the main reasons why I enjoyed answering Steven's at first infrequent emails was because unlike many of the people who contacted me through the message the author link he was polite, had good ideas and always gave first class feedback. As the emails continued through out the next two terms the more I got to like Steven even though we could not have been more different. Where my family was common as muck it was clear from his passing comments about being an old Etonian that he came from the upper middle classes. I later found out that after studying law at Cambridge the 'old school tie' network opened the door to a job at the corporate law firm in the City where he was now a partner. Although we had never met I instinctively liked Steven, he came over as just a nice, well adjusted seemingly happily married guy who sated his secret fetish for transwomen and erotic domination by reading and commenting on transgender erotic fiction. At first the main reason why I valued his online friendship was because he was a good sounding board to bounce ideas off and our email 'relationship' helped me develop as a writer and improved my stories especially in terms of editing. At no time did I ever think that he had an ulterior motive in his willingness to continue our email friendship mostly because unlike a large percentage of the people who emailed Pamela via the site Steven made it clear from his first email that he valued his marriage far too much to have any desire to take our email friendship into the real world. This meant I had no worries about it growing into something more until it did a year later. We had been occasionally emailing for around six or seven months when the nature of our email correspondence started to shift into more personal areas. I sensed rather than knew that my mum's time was short which is why I went home for the summer. As I was still fuming mad at my step father I did not stay at home and much to his disgust found a seasonal 'student's job with accommodation at nearby hotel complex instead. I was able to deflect mum's curiosity about not living at home by harking back to one of my childhood complaints when I took the job which was farm was to far from a library where I could do my dissertation research. There were times when I hated my decision but it was better than living at home having to shovel shit out of the byers! Having Steven at the other end of my email became an escape from my step fathers mocking jibes and the day to day grind of hotel work and in one of my emails I happened to ask why he preferred trans domination to gay or bisexual ones? In his answer Steven explained that although he was happily married with no desire to be with anyone other than his wife before he met her he had enjoyed sex with boys and girls at school and university. "I found that the most enthusiastic sexual partners were cross dressers and pre-op transsexuals." "Also I got a real thrill of control and power from 'fucking' or being orally pleasured by a cross dressed male that was totally different to being with a woman. That's not to say having a woman in bed was not equally wonderful especially as I aesthetically prefer the female form far too much to be with a male appearing submissive which is why enforced feminisation fiction titillates me. As I said I've a very bisexual component to my sexuality and forced feminisation fiction allows me to mix that with vicariously sating the unexplored sexually dominant side of my personality. Also as stories like you tend write are in many ways a transgender fetishised version of one of my oldest fantasies, where I have a wife cum secretary who accepts she is submissive partner in the kind of strictly gender rolled lifestyle a successful City lawyer like me would have had if I had been born a generation or three earlier." Needless to say the conclusion of his email included him asking me the same question before enquiring if I had ever been sexually active with another male? I told him that although I was queer and very attracted to the idea of being submissive feminine partner of a sexually dominant man I had not so far acted on my desires and was still, 'Mrs Palm' aside, a virgin. I also explained that the main reason why I started writing was to let off the stresses of being unable to dress living in shared housing. "If I was not happily married, and could claim you as my submissive, I'd relieve you of your virginity PDQ Pam," he teased in his next email, "And addict you to worshipping my cock until I had trapped you into becoming my immaculately feminised pre-op submissive trophy sissy housewife!" With my mother fading fast the university could not have been more helpful, and offered to let me suspend my final year for twelve months but mum would not have it. She wanted me to graduate and clung on to the thin hope that she would live long enough to see it! Against my instincts I went back to Oxford for my final year and Steven's continuing emails over the Michaelmas term led to our online friendship deepening as my mother started to loose her battle with cancer. He was someone who I could be honest with about how much it hurt seeing her fade and the pain of her slow and tortious passing. Once our emails had moved into a more personal sphere Steven sometimes teased me with the things he would like to do to a 'girl' like me if he was ever in the position to be my dominant. These comments were often rather steamy which made me respond in kind. However, in the main my personal comments were blowing off steam about Oxfords weird way of doing things, while Steven often talked about his wife Kathy and it was clear she was the apple of his eye. Not all our emails concerned my writing or our shared sexual kinks because in the final weeks of my mothers life the often silly memes and decidedly less than politically correct misogynistic jokes Steven sent me really cheered me up. Not long after I went home for the summer he also teasingly suggested that I start thinking like a good sissy spend the summer growing out my hair. Arguing that growing it out while I was still a student would mean any prospective employer could expect me to keep it long after I graduated. As his suggestion just reinforced something I already wanted to do, but had been too worried about mums reaction at home to do actually do it, it took Steven telling me I 'needed' to have long hair before I dared to actually start growing it out. I right to be worried about my reaction, as mum never one to mince her words snorted I'd have to be careful when I got back to university because I was looking like a girl with my unisex style of dressing and hair like that! "Don't be so parochial mum," I laughed actually pleased that she thought I was looking like a girl. "You and your big bloody words." She breathlessly laughed, "So long as you're happy kid." Mum died a week after I got home for Christmas. Equally not long after my mum passed I was in the right place to support him when his wife was was also diagnosed with cancer. Unlike with my mum the doctors caught it early and for the first few months the prognosis was good, and I was able to relay what I had learned researching my mums cancer and treatment. Needless to say that now our emails had developed into more of a friendship the increased communication led me to include some of Steven's fetish ideas and suggestions in my stories. He had a thing for tattoo's and admitted that he would love to mark 'his' submissive sissy with a few discrete and not so discrete tattoos to insure her feminine future and always remind her of her submissive status. His second fetish was to make sure girls like me kept our 'redundant' penises locked in chastity cages to eliminate any unfeminine displays such as showing 'masculine arousal' or standing up in the toilet. I don't know who got more turned on when he teasingly told me that if he ever got the opportunity to make me his sissy he would immediately insure I was kept permanently locked in his cage. Since both kinks appealed to my submissive side they featured in the one story I managed to write between my mum passing and my finals. The story also differed from the ones I wrote the previous year because the protagonist was tricked/trapped into trophy girl femininity by a male city lawyer like Steven rather than couple or a woman. Steven enjoyed the story and teased me about basing 'my' dominant on him when he sent me his personal thoughts after leaving a five star review in the public comments. In that same email he mentioned that unlike the dominant in my story he had been inked himself and asked if I had any tattoo's or had worn a chastity in real life? I told him I had not, but admitted that both ideas were hot and how I found the idea being forced into getting an undeniably feminine tattoo seriously turned me on. After emailing, and occasionally text chatting for two years our online relationship had become very uninhibited when it came to sexual lifestyles, and our preferred role. From his first email he had addressed me as if I was an openly transgendered girl, which I really liked. He also did not make any attempt to disguise his chauvinistic unenlightened views on why girls like me made ideal candidates as trophy wives. Although Steven never really mentioned it as my final year progressed I could read between the lines and knew that his wife's cancers treatments were not going well as he hoped. I got into to the habit of avoiding asking about her until he wanted to talk about it. This meant we spent a lot of time chatting about me, and the things he would like to do to me. It was during one of these text conversations that I mentioned in passing that before I knew my mum was sick at the end on my first year I had taken the first step in transitioning and spoken to a doctor at the university medical centre about getting assessed. "Unfortunately not much later I found out just how serious mums illness was and I could not bring myself to risk adding even more stress to her by coming out as trans and felt I had no choice by put the idea aside for now." "Why didn't you go back after she passed?" Steven asked clearly curious. "Final year was too stressful to deal with assessments needed to start transitioning." I typed, "But if I say no to Global and remain in full time education for masters that might change." "If you were marked as mine. I'd give you no say in the matter Pam, I'd have you on hormones in a jiffy," Steven typed with a devil emoji. "Not that I'd let you continue your education or work anywhere other than perhaps a part time job of decorating my receptionists desk filing your nails in a short skirted business suit and high heels." "One of my senior partners is a randy seventy year old goat of a man whom I spent a lot of time clerking for during my legal apprenticeship. Some of his tales about what the industry was like when he started are hot. In those days the only women in the business were the unmarried mature harridans who ran the offices with a rule of iron, and husband hunting feminine secretaries who accepted their gender boundaries." "Annoyingly for me that world has gone, but I suppose the dating culture between manager and their personal assistant today is unchanged if more discrete. I say over two thirds of the women who are married to men in the legal business met their future husbands when they became his PA or in the case of the over 50's secretary." I could almost see him buffing his nails on his shirt as he added. "Now I know you are good with computers Pam but if I am honest I don't need IT literacy in my home or office eye candy when we have under contract the best specialists money can buy. No what I need in my secretary is a good looking sexually uninhibited girl who dresses to please, and is bright enough to answer my phone, serve tea and take a message!" He laughed and said slightly regretfully. "You know if I was not married I have you'd bent over lifting your skirts PDQ for my cock to make you forget all about computing. After all I'm in the fortunate position of being able to easily afford to keep you as a trophy girlfriend and fuck the last of your lingering masculine illusions out of you until I unleash your real desire to become my perfect trophy wife and submissive sissy sex toy!" "I'd probably enjoy you doing that." I typed with a blushing grin emoji. "Eventually..." "No probably about it because I know for sure that you're as turned on by being forced to live like that as I am by the idea of fucking the masculinity out of you Pam." Steven responded with another devil emoji before changing the subject by asking if I was going to take a job I had been offered at Texan-Global Oil? "Probably. Sure I'm not that keen on how they do business but for a grad entry the money is too good to say no to." I told him. Even with all the drinking I did in my first year at Oxford and my mothers passing my tutors still tipped me to graduate with a high first, which opened the door for me to walk out of Oriel into a well paid IT job with Global Oil before my results were officially announced. When I went to the employment milk round I had no intention of looking for a job until Global made me an offer I could not refuse especially as the post included the provision for academic sabbaticals as part of their graduate staff development program. As we discussed the pro and cons of taking the job or staying in full time education Steven pointed out that as I was from a 'disadvantaged' rural working class background I had been studying on a fully funded scholarship. If I left now I would be graduating without the massive financial ball and chain of tuition fees. Putting teasing me with his fantasies to one side Steven advised me to take the job as it offered a future career in a well paid industry with great promotion chances and the opportunity to continue my education. Sure I still had a couple of grand of student loans, and perhaps another thousand of my overdraft and credit card to repay, but with the starting salary they offered I knew if I lived cheaply I'd be able to clear those debits in next to no time and still be able to afford to have a place of my own where I would not have to hide Pamela. Much to everyone at surprised at college who had assumed I was destined to become a Don I accepted the job, and left Oxford. Staring work in a real job for the first time was a shock to the system but I was really enjoyed it and once I found my feet I was willingly volunteering to do a much overtime as I could. In part this goody grabbing of overtime was driven by my desire to clear my debts, and put a big enough dent in my student loan to feel comfortable about indulging Pamela's feminine desires. Naturally once Steven knew I no longer had to worry about getting caught experimenting with makeup, sleeping in feminine nightwear or indulging in a feminine shaving regime he started enthusiastically encouraging me to start feminising myself and dress regularly to perfect my 'real' self. "Practice living as a girl Pam because the more comfortable you are wearing the clothes, shoes and makeup the easier you'll find it to project the correctly submissive feminine gender impression when you're ready to venture into the real world." Steven advice made sense and as my financial situation improved he encouraged me with his comments to spend time reading transgender advice sites and watching male to female transition YouTube channels. This motivated me to spend a lot of time on my feminine look until it reached the point that within a six of months of leaving university I was living at home pretty much full time as Pam. Even though by now I knew that he lived in Cambridge some thirty five to forty miles north of my flat in on the edge of Knebworth, his close proximity did not bother me even with his teasing threats about making me get his 'property' tattoo. I was just as bad because during our occasional text chats as I was guilty of flirtatiously encouraging him to express his dominant desires. I wasn't flirting back with any dreams of us taking things further and instead was doing what he did for me when I needed to think about something other than worrying about my mums cancer. Not that we text chatted that often because our online hours rarely intersected. This was mostly my fault as my protestant northern working class mindset would never let me say no to overtime. That said once his wife was in hospital and we both happened to be online at the same time it was not unusual for us to while away an entire evening text chatting on Google. "You know having read the draft you sent me the other day I think it would be a really good idea if you actually had to wear a chastity for a while so you are able to write about how it feels from experience Pam." Steven told me one evening when he suddenly appeared on line in mid September. "You just want to get a thrill from knowing you've got me locked in one." I typed back with a smiling girl emoji. "Guilty." Steven responded, "But don't you think it would be better from a story point of view if you have experience of the delights and frustrations of being locked in one? It will allow you to add greater detail to the sissy girls situation." "True." I typed, "And experimenting with one is on the list, but I can't afford anything more than a cheap one just now and the couple I looked at were all described by reviewers as unsuitable for long the sort of long term wear I want to try, but hopefully that will change sometime next few months as I'm able to start saving. With all the overtime I've done since I started and my signing on bonus I've cleared my overdraft and should clear my credit card come next pay day. That said I'm still going to stick to the budget I set so I can clear my student loan as quickly as I can." "That makes sense," he typed, "The sooner you're out of debt the sooner you can afford to treat yourself to the kind of wardrobe a girl like you should be wearing for my pleasure." "Is that an offer?" I teased. "Only in my dreams." He responded with a laugh emoji. There was a pause before he added, "Not that I've had much time for dreams lately with Kathy's situation." "How is she?" I asked. "Not so good, did I tell you it had spread?" Steven typed. "Yes." I answered. Although Steven was putting a positive spin on things I could tell he was very worried and with good reason because once a cancer started spreading as rapidly as it had in his wife it was often fatal. Because of work and Kathy I did not get a chance to chat with Steven for almost two months, and when we did finally get back on live chat I could tell from his sluggish typing that he was down in the dumps. Unusually for Steven he had not mentioned Kathy in his recent emails or during our chat so far, and in an attempt to cheer him up I told him that if I had saved up enough I was planning on blowing most of it on treating myself to a couple of new outfits with lingerie and accessories for Christmas. "If its not a nosy question, what are you thinking of getting?" Steven enquired showing a little more animation in his typing. I blushed sheepishly and typed. "I saw a lovely 50's style dress in the Pretty Things online sale which I'm going to order, it's a 1950's styled pencil skirt dress and the second one is one I saw on the 'Always Vintage' site. It's a 1958 pattern swing dress and if I order them before the end of the month I can get something called a black Friday discount and score both for under two hundred including P&P, but when I add for the full 50's effect reproduction period lingerie from a US manufactures EU distributor and heels I'm looking at spending a little more than the six hundred I have saved so far." I added the links to the dresses and a minute or so later Steven typed. "If you got a better pair of boobs than the stuffed stocking fillers you use just now and had a pair that are designed to look and move realistically, I bet you'd look stunning Pam." He had a rough idea of what I looked like as Pamela because after I described my student girl outfit in the first story where I used some of his ideas I sent him a photo (without being asked) of me dressed in the outfit which saw me though my few furtive dressing sessions when I was at university. "They are on the shopping list," I typed, "But I can't afford boobs on top of my dresses, heels and lingerie until I saved up again." "If its not another cheeky question, what sort of period lingerie?" "If I can afford it I want to get a couple of modern replicas of late 1950 Sarong's foundation wear, an open bottom boned long firm dual control corset type girdle to give me some shape for the pencil dress, and a high waist short girdle with a matching long line bullet bra for the swing, and of course seamed stockings and matching heels for both." I typed, again adding the links to the sites where I had seen the items I wanted to order. After looking at the links Steven typed. "Wow! You'll make someone a happy man if he unwrapped either dress on Christmas Day and saw you wearing such lovely lingerie Pam. You'd be a drink on a stick sweetie! If I was you I'd say blow the expense and stick a pair of boobs on your credit card." He stuck a devil emoji in the middle of his text and added, "And don't you think a pair of locking strap heels would really set off both of those outfits." "Why am I not surprised by that! Perhaps I should add them to the list with boobs and the chastity cage you suggested, but my credit card is still off limits just now." I typed with a smile emoji, "And unless I've no other option I've made myself a promise not to put anything on it so I can use it to go on holiday to a resort in the Canary Islands early next year that's trans friendly, because I really want to go out and get a bikini or swimsuit tan." "That's good reason I suppose, but don't forget you'll also need to get a holiday wardrobe." Steven typed with a smile, "But I've got to say those dresses and the sexy period lingerie are in my mind perfectly acceptable purchases for a girl like you." "Approve do you?" I said enjoying how he always 'saw' me a girl. "Of course," he typed, "And if you were mine the moment I had you tatted, I would keep you in similar styled foundation garments when ever it was practical to insure that you're never able to forget that you have surrendered your gender and future for life as my feminised submissive trophy wife and sissy sex toy!" "You know how much I'd love that!" I typed with a blush. "I'm sure you would." Steven typed, adding teasingly with a devils grin emoji, "And I bet those dresses would feel even better if you wore them with realistic breasts attached to your skin and were firmly locked away in a chastity and heels... Its not like you can deny they wouldn't because you've told me often enough that you dream of someone like me making you!" "Tease!" I typed back. "True though?" He typed. "Yes!" I admitted. "Good girl!" He answered with a smile emoji, before typing, "So are you planning on going back up north next month for Christmas?" "No, there no point since I lost my mum. You know I don't get on with my step father so there's no one other than the cousin I don't get on with who my mum thankfully left the farm to after my step father croaks or retires." He typed you, "You sound relieved about that?" "Yeah I had a horrid feeling she would leave it to me," I responded, "So anyway rather than bothering being miserable in Cumbria I've volunteered to work as they've offered double rate if you will work through the holidays. With everything that needs doing before the new system goes online next month I should get more than enough extra hours to be able to pretty much pay off my student loan and blow anything left over on a Pamela's holiday spend in the New Year sales." "That's acceptable." Steven typed. "But no jeans, pants or shorts, just skirts dresses and feminine tops!" "Is that a request?" I teased back, "Or an order?" "If I could I'd make it an order, but I guess it will have to be a request," Steven replied with a frown emoji. "To be honest Steven I want to ignore holiday season this year. My mum loved the whole Christmas thing from the midnight carol service on Christmas eve to the New Years Day hangover and working through most of it will distract me from how much I'm going to miss her." "Pity I can't have you to dinner here, but I've got Kathy's parents here now she is in the hospice so I cant really be bothered celebrating Christmas either this year either." Steven slowly typed. Guessing that he was thinking about his wife I typed back the first thing that came in to mind, "What sort of chastity and boobs would you suggest I put under the lingerie?" His typing immediately sped up as he sent, "Well if I had to choose I'd say a nice pair, 'full' C or D cups would suit your figure and give you a cute top heavy look that fits the 50's aesthetic I know you like as much as I do." His typing stopped for maybe a minute before he finished the line, "Something like these," and sent me the link. "I think the pair designed for mastectomy patients that are fully swim safe, and stable for adhesive and makeup in the middle of the top row would look great on you and for ?149 with free adhesive plus delivery they look like good value. As for the part you don't want to stand out there are a lots of options, hang on a moment there's a site." A minute later he sent me the link to a chastity site, and typed, "Look at the Clamp, I know its well over a hundred quid but the reviews say it offers the best balance between security and comfort. I think the 'emasculated' shrouded mini option would be best for you given your liking for pencil skirts. The emasculated combines the level of security I'd want for my girl, while eliminating any chance of an unfeminine bump showing. They are pretty expensive though but all the reviewers rave about the comfort and feminising effect so over all it's probably actually pretty good value." "Tempting," I quickly totted up the cost, "But almost ?300 is way out of my budget this month." I answered looking at both on my PC wondering what it would feel like to have breasts glued to my chest while locked in the small secure looking cage with its strange smooth winged oval shape completely concealing my penis. "I'll have to think about adding them to the post Christmas shopping list." "I think you should," Steven typed with a grin emoji. "You're biased," I teased back. "Guilty, because it turns me on thinking of you stuck with bonded boobs and a locked clit." "Me too!" I admitted. As I was busy with a trade show, followed by a network management training course work sent me on, and goodie grabbing as much overtime as I could, I did not expect to hear from Steven for a couple of weeks and in the end it was the Wednesday of Christmas week before he emailed. In a simple message he told me that Kathy passed away sixteen days earlier, before asking if I was free for a text chat that night? Although I had plans that evening as I was supposed to be going out after work with the office for a Christmas drink I explained how a friend had just lost their wife and headed home. No sooner had I logged on and typed, "God I'm so sorry Steven." "I felt I should tell you, but now I have can we change the subject?" He typed. "Please..." "Sure." I answered. "Did you order your Christmas presents to yourself?" "Yes," I said with a grin emoji, "And hopefully they'll be here before Christmas but given the vagaries of the post this time of year and the way my luck is running just they wont?" "Why what's up?" "Just work shit," I typed. "Having problems?" he asked. "No problems with the job as such, I'm still enjoying that and the people I work with, but sometimes I do feel a little guilty about being a cog in the works of a company that makes obscene amounts of money from a business that ethically I've never felt comfortable with." "Thinking about quitting?" He perceptively asked. "Not seriously in the short term. I like what I do and what I'm learning about doing the job professionally." I told him before admitting, "What I don't like is doing it the oil industry let alone for a company like Global with the recent revelations about their active disregard of environmental and employment law in the developing world." "That sounds more like a yes than a maybe in the future answer to me Pam." Steven typed. "Perhaps," I sent back, "But most likely it's just me feeling down about everything just now with all the fuss about Christmas reminding me of my mum." "Feeling that way myself," Steven typed on my screen, "You just need a good dominant man like me to come along and make all the decisions for you sweetheart!" He typed with a devil emoji. "Is that an offer?" I teased, "Or is it a case of you wanting to get a vicarious thrill from getting me to wear a cage and bobbling boobs I cant take off?" "Bit of both... Because the idea really does cheer me up." He typed and then added, "In fact I think I'll treat you to the boobs and that deliciously secure clamp emasculating cage as a Christmas present." "I'm not sure you should Steven its a lot of money," I typed back. "Why not, I can afford it, and," Steven added with another devil grin emoji before twisting the knife when he added, "It would really cheer me up if I knew you were wearing them for me on Christmas Day." "I'd be lying if I said I did not want them." I typed feeling my heart pumping and my cock raising my skirt. "But it's an awful lot of money for you to be spending on someone you don't know Steven?" "Don't know? Good grief Pam, we might never have met but we know each other intimately and I consider you as one of my very best friends, someone who I can be completely and one hundred percent honest with about everything including in your case my unvarnished sexuality and intimate desires." "Well that's true for me as well I guess?" I slowly typed. "No guessing about it sweetheart! After all how many other people who know you as well as I do also know that that you are a sexually submissive sissy who wants to be made to grow breasts and have her owners tattoo on your arse?" "Umm, just you." I admitted. "So therefore there is no reason why I can't Paypal my sissy the money and have you buy the breasts I like and the emasculating version of the clamp mini chastity to insure your redundant male genitals are decommissioned as soon as it comes through, agreed?" I knew I was being steamrollered but I really wanted the cage and breasts both for myself and to cheer him up and slowly typed, "Since you put it like that I can't say no... But they'll not get here before Christmas as the sites said allow at least 28 days for delivery and this time of year with the Christmas post and holidays its bound to be longer than that." "No matter, it still cheers me up just knowing that in the near future that you'll have to wear them for me," he typed and a moment later my phone dinged with a Paypal notification telling me my account had been credited by a ?290 from his email address. "Got it?" He typed. I sent a smile emoji. "Now are you going to be a good girl and do as you are told and order them now Pamela? Oh and make sure to pop my email in the duplicate receipt tabs on both so I know you have done as you are told oh and when you order the Clamp you'll need to put my name and email in the owner's box." "Okay Steven." I typed, and did as he asked not even considering that that by sending Steven duplicate receipts and setting him as the cages owner meant he would learn my real name, home address and more importantly get the get the anti tamper removal tool delivered to him. A tool I later found out that you need to remove the cage. "Done," I typed. "So I see from the emails I've just received, good girl." Steven said with a smile emoji, adding, "For comforts sake, the cage will mean you'll need to go hair free all over." "Already am." I typed teasingly back feeling very turned on. "What a very good girl you are Pam!" He typed, and added, "While I remember what shoe size are you?" "Seven," I answered, "Why?" "I'm going to have to go through her boxed up possessions and clothes and it occurred to me that her winter boots might suit you. Sure the heel is only a two inch block rather than the narrow heel we both like but they they might make a good stop gap for you?" "I'd love to try them." I typed. We signed off a little later, and before I went to bed I checked the receipt and felt a quiver of embarrassment when I saw my real name, mobile phone number and home address in the deliver to box. Shit, Steven knew where I lived! Other than the odd trans friendly meme and brief I'm getting there emails I did not hear much from Steven over the next few weeks. Since he now he knew my mobile number he also sent me a fair few direct texts to my phone when he needed to vent. This did not bother me as I knew he must have been up to his neck with all the hassles of his wife's estate. Not that I had the time to really notice because in the seven days between the twenty third and the first I worked almost 100 hours and over twenty of them were paid at triple time which really fattened my January wages statement. In the end it was at the start of the second week in January before Steven directly phoned me for the first time to see if I would be free for an evenings chat in the near future? "Not before the weekend as we're in the middle of bringing the new system I spent Christmas and New Year working on online before Friday," I responded with a shiver of excitement about hearing his voice for the first time, "But if it all goes to plan I should be free from Friday evening." "Bugger, I'm flying to Kathy's parents on Wednesday with her ashes and some family heirlooms I think they should have back. I'll be away about ten days, bugger! Well I guess all I can do is text you when I get back and sort something out then. Still I suppose knowing I've an online date with my girl waiting when I get back will give me something to look forwards to." "Other than Monday when I work late any evening after seven should be good for me." I told him, adding, "Oh and I've got the last two and a half weeks in February off. You know I was thinking about getting a last minute deal for a week away at that in that LGBT friendly resort in the Canary's?" "Yeah," he said adding with a chuckle, "To get a swimsuit tan for me." "Well last weekend taking a break from a long evening of bug hunting I was chatting to a guy on the China desk about that Coronavirus. Anyway he scared the shit of me when he explained the consequences of the Chinese New Year going on as normal this year when people travel back to the west after the celebrations, so I've decided to leave it a couple of weeks in case he's right." "I would," Steven said, "Because I'd be lying if I did not have a few worries about flying down under and back with what I've been reading in the news. Have you noticed how the Chinese happily talk about Wuhan but have said almost nothing about how wide spread infection rates are else where in China?" "I hadn't but given how far its already spread in Asia has me worried." I said, "I still want a great bikini tan though, so fingers crossed nothing happens and I can get a last minute deal." "A swimsuit tan please Pam!" Steven said with a chuckled, "I expect a good sissy girl like you will want to get a sexy racer back with high cut hip tan lines branded on you body to please the man in your life... So did all your presents arrive?" "All except yours which should be here in the next week or so." I told him before moaning about the gifts to myself which came from the EU not arriving until early January. Knowing that I had fifteen days holiday at the end of February I had decided to save my presents until I had the time to really appreciate them. I was not short of things to wear because during my New Year sales spending spree I bought quite a selection of new girls clothes for my holiday. I also felt happy enough with my makeup skills to think it was worth while splashing out on a large expensive box of Mac makeup. It was the following week before Steven's presents finally arrived and I was surprised not to hear from him when they were delivered. I knew from the notification of delivery email that he had to have been told as his email was in the forwards box. Then I kicked myself, Steven was not due back from Australia until the end of the week. When his return date passed and I still had not heard from him I was getting worried that he had dumped me until the following Friday afternoon when he again phoned rather than texted me during working hours. I could hear airport sounds behind him when he said, "Hey Pam its me love, sorry I've been mostly out of contact but I stayed an extra week in Australia with Kathy's parents. Are you free for a chat tonight because I really could do with cheering up?" I felt a shiver of delight when I heard his voice, and was intensely aware of being the office as I carefully said trying to sound casual, "Yeah, I've nothing planned tonight. I'll be finishing work in an hour or so and heading home. Assuming the trains on time I'll be home for around half seven." "Great, I'll see you at eight then sweetie!" Steven said and ended the call. Mickey my team leader who I shared an office with gave me a sly look and said, "That looked like a call from the bird with good news to me Pete." He cackled, and added. "Look everything done here, and you're coming in tomorrow morning to run the patch on the network so no one will look at you funny if you fuck off early for once. Hell I'd want to be off PDQ to get my gaff into shagging shape before my bird arrived." "That obvious?" I said with a blush, thanking the gods he thought the call was from my 'bird.' "Yeah, the forced business tone was a dead give away." he laughed adding, "Go on fuck off, after the month you've had you need a good shag as a reward." With getting away a good hour before the usual Friday rush hour I was lucky enough to meet the golden hour which meant I was home in under seventy minutes. With an hour in hand I was very tempted to flake out in front of the telly for a wee while and relax after a crazy month at work. Sat there sipping my first mug of tea I could not relax because I wanted to talk to him, but I really did not want to spend a couple of hours getting dressed-dressed before I could. So while my dinner was warming in the oven I quickly fixed my face, and dried my hair before slipping into my comfortable lounging round the flat student skirt, panties, padded sports bra and a girls Oxford university baby tee shirt. Straight after I finished my dinner I fixed my lips and with a fresh mug of tea logged into Google. Steven was already on line and as soon as I typed, "Hello Steven," he responded. "Do you mind if we use the voice chat Pam, I'm a little too wired from flying to type this evening?" Although the facility had been there from the moment we started to use Google chat for some reason we had not used the voice or video chat facilities and having never looked at the functions I just clicked accept when the request popped up on my screen. In my ignorance I did not realise that that I had activated my laptops video and audio system until my image appeared on the lower right of my screen where it displayed my camera?s view. Unlike during our brief phone conversation in the office I was able to hear a tinge of a north eastern accent in his voice as he said, "Oh thank you Pam, I did not expect you to activate your camera as well," and a moment later his image appeared on my screen wearing a fancy headset mic. Like the photo he had sent Steven was in his early thirties and I felt a shiver of embarrassment when I saw that even in his unshaven, travel shocked, and tired looking state he was still a good looking ?manly? bloke with muscular tattooed upper arms. "Not knowing what else to say I said blushing, "You?re welcome." Steven tiredly half smiled and added, "You need to plug an external headset or mic in sweetheart because laptop mics are never sensitive enough." Grabbing my headset I slipped it over my head and plugged in the USB saying, "Is that better?" "Much, thanks babe." He said, adding, "Don?t say it again please. I?m sick to death of people telling me how sorry they are." He shrugged sheepishly, "To be honest now I've got over the shock I?m kind of relieved that Kathy?s gone." I could hear the hint of anger in his voice, "She hated being the way she was and loathed what the morphine they were giving to her for the pain was doing to her mind, one of the last things she told me before pain meds rendered her insensible was if she known she would end like this she would have gone to Dignitas before she got too sick to travel." Not knowing what else to say I told him, "When I ordered my dresses and underwear I sized them to match your suggestions so they'll fit me with the breasts you?ve got me for Christmas." "And your presents from me?" Steven asked showing a little more animation in his tone. "They arrived last weekend and are in my cupboard with my new outfits." I told him with a blush. "Have you tried them yet?" He asked. "I?ve not even opened them." I admitted, "I wanted to save them until I start my holiday next week and had time to dress up properly." "You look pretty good to me now babe." Steven said wearily, showing a little more life in his eyes, "Will you stand up and give me a better look?" I did as he asked and pirouetted in front of my camera saying, "I know I don?t look great Steven but it would have taken me a couple of hours to get properly dolled up." "Don?t talk cobblers Pamela!" Steven said, "For a T-girl you look smashing, and from what I can see even dressed like that, if we got your hair done properly I'd be perfectly happy to have you on my arm." "You think so?" I said blushing. "I know so." Steven said suddenly looking at me on his screen more animatedly, "Hell I?ve half a mind to prove it by taking you on a date for a drink one night." "I might like that." I said letting my cock think for me. Like many closeted cross dressers I?ve always dreamed of going out as Pamela but never been able to actually make myself do it. "Would you now?" He said with something approaching a grin starting to appear on his face. "In that case I?ll hold you to that, and start dating you while you're on holiday." I blushed brightly. "So what?s the plan for the weekend?" Steven asked giving me an escape route. "I?ve got to drive into work and sort out a server issue in the morning when the network is idle. One of them is still not playing with the new system but I didn't work out why until this afternoon, and there is no way I would be authorised to take the network off line for thirty minutes on a Friday afternoon, so I said I'd come in early tomorrow and run the fix. Then I need to do my supermarket food shop on the way home, but once that done I can spend the rest of the weekend practising in my new heels." I told him. "Oh!" his face fell, "I kind of hoped you?d be free all day to try your presents and outfits this weekend." "I intend to try the wriggle dress tomorrow night." I said, "But I?ll can?t fix the boobs in place yet because I forgot to order the adhesive release solvent." I pulled a face, "I assumed when it came with bonding agent it included the solvent and did not know that it didn?t until I read the box when they arrived. Anyway I ordered it on Monday and it will be here in ten to fourteen days." "Well," he offered. "You could test drive them without using the glue for me now?" Perhaps it was because I felt sorry for him combined with a weird sensation of feeling like I was letting him down by being busy during the following day when he was clearly in need of a friend, I said. "If you want me too?" "Oh I do Pam!" Steven chuckled. "Cage as well?" I asked feeling my excitement rising. "Of course!" Steven said with a tired smile that eased the jet lagged look in his eyes as he added, "I think it?s high time that you my girl faced the fact that your male parts are surplus to requirement from now on and need be locked away in chastity." I really liked how his eyes brightened as he smirked teasingly at his camera and said confidently, "I certainly don?t want you getting any ideas that you can be anything more than my submissive sissy do we Pamela?" I blushed even brighter and said feeling my ?clitty? swelling under my silky panties and skirts "Oh god yes Steven." "Good girl Pamela," there was the beginnings of a teasingly dominant edge in his tone as he said suddenly looking much more animated, "Now go and get my presents and I will talk you through my cages assembly." Steven sheepishly blushed and asked with a hopeful look in his eyes that belied the bossy edge in his tired voice, "Will you be a good girl and put on where I can see you are obeying my instruction?" His expression and bossy tone reached deep into my psyche and triggered something in me that made refusal impossible as I said blushing even brighter than he had. "If you want me to, of course I will." He grinned and said with a firm nod, "I do yes." My face was bright red and my hands were shaking as I slipped down my skirt and full cut French Knickers showing him my small semi stiff looking penis for the first time. "Is that it? My god Pamela, looking at that I can see I am doing society a favour by insuring that is permanently decommissioned," he chuckled adding in a teasingly firm tone, "I think you best get a bag of frozen peas or similar and get rid of that disgusting example of why you need this doing Pamela!" His bossy words and expression of disgust made my blushes brighten, as I scurried off and fetched a bag of frozen mixed veg. With a look of pleasure he watched me gasping at the shock of holding the frozen bag until he deemed my 'clitty' no longer resembled a penis before instructing me in a light but increasingly dominant tone how to put each part together. I could tell from his face that he was loving making me do this as he got me to check the sized parts on my body before ordering me to assemble the cage on my cock. Blushing like mad I arranged all the fiddly parts in the right place so six studs lined up and I was able to press the small chastity tube into place against the ring behind my balls so it completely enclosed my penis. I could not help delighting the feeling of submission to him that coursed through me as I heard the delight in his tone as he said excitedly, "Is it on and in place Pam?" "Yes Steven," I said. "Excellent," there was a demanding note in his tone as he said, "Now be a good girl Pamela and hold your mic close so I can hear the parts click together when you close the lock trapping you in your new life as my chastised trophy girl." Blushing bright red I did as Steven asked and turned the lock which snapped the chastity together with a sequence of clicks which I later found out was the anti escape mechanism locking into place. Shivering with delight as I slid the key from the internal lock hiding my cock inside the smooth rubber winged shatter-proof plastic shell that would conceal its shape under even the tightest of skirts. "Bet you wish it was me taking the key from that lock Pam?" Steven chuckled looking like a different man as I blushingly nodded saying. "God having you take the keys would be hot..." "Good girl!" He laughed and giddily added. "In that case they'll be on my key ring when I take you for our first date. Now tell me my sweet sissy, how does it feel knowing you?ve been clitty locked inside your Master?s chastity?" It was the first time he used the term Master, and it sent a rush of submissive joy through me as I admitted, "It's a hellish turn on, knowing that I have locked it for you." I knew I was blushing like mad as added, "And it makes me feel really submissive to you." "To me what my girl?" He said with a teasingly bossy look that transformed his face. "To you Master Steven," I told him blushing with a flush of embarrassment of acknowledging him as my owner for the first time as I admitted, "And it?s kind of thrilling to know that I have given you my freedom to show any sign of male sexual arousal." "Marvellous!" Steven said, "That's just what I want it to do! Now that you're my properly chastised sissy I want to see your breasts in place PDQ! And from now on I expect my girl to always be deliciously top heavy when we face time." He gave me a teasing wink fully aware of my fetish for being forced to get breast implants, "Because if I catch you without them, then I?ll make sure you get a pair you can?t forget!" Although I had let him watch me putting on the chastity, I felt a girlish urge not to let him see me without breasts and turned my back as I replaced my stuffed tights bra fillers with the much heavier, and realistic shaped breasts he had bought for me. God they felt wonderful as I turned to face the camera feeling them swaying as I sat and saw him looking at me with a delighted grin that lifted most of the sadness from his eyes as he said, "Oh my Pam, even dressed student casual you look absolutely wonderful now your chest bobbles realistically, do you like them?" "Oh god yes!" I said looking at myself with an ear to ear grin of delight as I expanded the my camera view to the main screen. "They feel awesome, and look amazing under my top as they pull on my bra." "Just wait until you try them bonded on your skin with the boned girdle," Steven said now looking a lot less weary as he examined at my image on his screen and added with a delightfully bossy smile, "Now I?m really looking forwards to seeing you all dressed up, especially as I know no matter how much of turn on seeing yourself as my 50?s trophy sissy there won?t be any attempts from your redundant masculinity to reassert its presence and destroy the image of my tightly skirted soon to be permanently marked trophy girl!" I blushed and gigglingly admitted, "Knowing that I can?t have any accidents marring my skirts will probably turn me on even more." "Don?t you mean are turned on by being all locked up for your Master, and well on your way to surrendering your remaining masculinity to me for the kind of traditionally feminine life I demand from my property?" Steven bossily teased. I blushed brightly and nodded as I gasped, "Yes Master Steven," buzzing with a very erotic sensation of submissive acceptance as he emphasised my reduced status. "Wonderful!" Steven said with a smile, "And if you look as good as I think you will when you?re properly dressed up for me tomorrow then that first date has just upgraded into a romantic dinner or two during your holiday Pamela." "If you want." I said again letting my now frustratedly caged cock think for me! "Oh I don?t want Pamela." Steven said with firm edge in his tone. "I insist on it!" "Yes Master Steven," I said blushing brightly when I saw his pleased grin as I realised what I had just agreed to. My face must have been on fire as I quickly changed the subject and asked, "What did you think of the last draft of my latest?" "I liked it, but being forced to get a buttock tattoo does not hurt as much as you wrote unless you were meaning psychologically because tattoos only really hurt if they are being inked on the thin skin over bone like a shoulder or the base of the back." He chuckled, "As I?m sure you?ll find out when I make you get inked, because its clear from how your write about being made to get a feminine tattoo that it is something that you?ll eventually be unable to resist, and then I?ll also have you permanently marked with something suitably submissive and feminine." "Such as?" "If it was entirely up to me I?d have something pretty on you PDQ," Steven said, adding after a moments thought, "Ideally a medium sized pink feminine bow tramp stamped on the small of your back, and to remind you of your place something that clearly indicates your submissive status to me surrounding a trans symbol on your buttock so there is no hiding what you are." He chuckled, "It was a very jeans tightening read in your last draught when Martha got Property of Master David and the symbol forcibly tattooed on her buttocks, oh and of course I?d eventually make you get permanent eyeliner tattooed on you so there is no way you could never escape your feminised fate as my submissive sissy." I blushed as my cock fought against the cage as I let out a wincing, "Oh!" Steven chuckled and said, "You did ask," his chuckle filled with a cheerfully malicious edge as he added, "Is something getting a little tight in your owners little prison Pam?" My blushed got even brighter as I said in a strangled tone, "Yes Master Steven!" "Marvellous!" Steven said, "I love knowing that no matter how turned on I get you in the future now you?re wearing my cage there won?t be any manly lumps just moist feminine panties!" He had a big smile that had totally erased the worn out look on on his face as he chuckled, "I think you should wear it for at least the next week or two so you?ll be writing from having been the same position as your protagonist, a locked sissy dependent on her owner for relief when you?re doing the final draft of your story?" "That might be fun," I sheepishly admitted, "Because the feeling of frustrated arousal its causing is awesome, and knowing that no matter how turned on I get I have no way of releasing my sexual tension makes it even better." "You can you know?" He commented with a bossy tease in his tone, "But you?ll need a dildo or a vibrating butt plug!" "Steven!" I exclaimed half laughing. He snickered and said, "That's one of the reasons why girls like you need to be in chastity sweetie, it forces you to get used to taking cock before your owner takea you." Steven said still chuckling with pleasure, "Hoping against hope that your Master will decide you?ve pleased him enough to earn the reward of freeing your redundant tranny clit before your feminised lifestyle permanently renders it a sexually useless shrunken appendage useful only for peeing." He chuckled even more loudly, "I've loved that look on a trans girl since I was in Thailand and saw a girl who's Madam had done it to her!" "How?" I gasped blushing at the sensation of wanting it done to me.... "A year of so of strict chastity, lots of hormones and an Orchi." Steven said grinning, "That's an Orchiectomy which is where a doctor or vet removes your redundant testicles. The girl I saw who was like that later gained a faux pussy piercing that let her Madam pull her scrotum skin over her tiny penis hiding it behind what looked like a pair of heavily pierced and locked pussy lips." "Good that's a hot concept!" I exclaimed with a blushing wince that made Steven laugh. He was looking like a different man to the shattered and bereaved person who appeared on my screen a few hours earlier. "I know," Steven laughed, "And the idea of having the freedom to make a girl like you do that to herself really turns me on," he gave me a naughty look and added, "Probably almost as much as the idea of it does you sweetheart!" Abruptly changing the subject Steven asked about my new outfits? Fetching them I held them against me, seeking his approval which I clearly had when he said, with a pleased smile, "I can?t wait to see you in either of them Pam." "I just need to find a pair of in the home strap heels that will go with the swing dress tomorrow." I told him, as I held the well boned full length 50?s fashion corselette girdle against myself. "I?m really looking forwards to seeing you wearing that because it will really impose some shape on you Pam." Steven said with a pleased smile, adding, "When do you finish work for your holiday?" "Wednesday night," I told him, "Other than the ten days I took off to moved in here right after my finals I taken nothing so I've got 11 days holiday plus three lieu days from Christmas new year madness which I need to take before the end of next month so I?m off from the evening of the 12th until the 3rd of March." "With Kathy I?m not back myself until the start of March..." The moment he mentioned his bereavement Steven?s happy facade evaporated and he suddenly looked as haggard as he did when I logged on. Steven shrugged sheepishly and added, "For a moment there I was able to forget." Kicking myself for reminding him of his loss I said the first thing that came into my mind, "If you take me out please don?t make it anywhere local..." His face visibly brightened up as he thought for a moment before saying, "Don?t worry sweetie. There are loads of LGBT friendly places round here and I know a really nice LGBT orientated bistro which would be ideal for your public debut on my arm Pam." He gave me a weird look and then said in a discussion closed tone, "In fact since now I know you?re off work on Friday I'll give you the full trophy girlfriend experience with a romantic Valentines day dinner date." I did not know how to answer that, but before I could come up with an escape Steven nailed me down when he added, "Going on a formal date with hopefully my soon to be owned trophy sissy will give me something to look forwards to and keep my mind off missing Kathy." He looked at me so hopefully that I felt my resistance to the idea crumble and said, "If you want." "Oh I do!" He gave me a sad smile and added with the same quietly demanding edge in his tone that had been there on and off all evening, "In fact as your almost owner I insist upon taking you to dinner on Friday Pamela!" I blushingly nodded and submitted to his decision by letting my frustrated cock think for me again as I said, "Okay Master Steven its a date." "Good!" From his very first email Steven had never hidden his bisexual nature or his life long unexplored desire to dominate a submissive into becoming his ideal ?Trophy? wife. He had also told me more than once that until he fell for Kathy he had always tended towards feminine boys and the kind of ultra feminine girls who were wannabe ?trophy wives.? One of the things that kept our early email relationship going was his lewd sense of humour such as when when our emails moved into more personal areas he wrote that "Instead of a dolly bird I fell for a Doc Martin wearing ball breaking butch Australian feminist who was the daughter of one of the Greenham Common women." Steven?s bossy teasing sense of humour and a very naughty turn of phrase had even in emails subconsciously flicked my erotic switches, and without realising I started to willingly submit to his dominance long before Kathy passed. God knows why I did not recognise what was happening especially after he first suggested and then insisted on buying me both a chastity cage and prosthetic breasts in a size he dictated but I didn?t. The only excuse I can give for my naivety is our online relationship and later friendship began long before Kathy got sick and probably would not have developed much further than him being a story sounding board cum proof reader cum internet friend if she had not declined so rapidly after diagnosis. However she did and when Steven needed a friend who could take her plight off his mind I had been there. Although I doubt he realised it any more than I did at the time but something deep in his subconscious must have seen that if Kathy lost her battle with cancer then he had me almost lined up as a replacement. By the time I was sitting my finals our online relationship was already well past the point where I needed any convincing to become an active participant in preparing myself for a potential future where he had the kind of 'girl' he had once expected. That future became ever more real to Steven as Kathy declined and I moved from student accommodation into my own flat. From my emails he knew that one of the main things I was looking forwards to once I had my own place was having the privacy to learn how to use makeup and do my hair in a feminine manner, which were all things he eagerly encouraged me to do. Given the level of stress he was under because of her cancer I am sure that he was unaware of what he was doing when he started suggesting that I spend my time home feminising myself into the sort of girl he still subconsciously wanted me to become. It?s not surprising he did not see what he was doing because when we first started emailing two years earlier he was nine years into a deliriously happy marriage and I am sure that if Kathy had not got sick he would not have needed the emotional distraction that let our email relationship to progress beyond discussing my writing and student woes. Although Steven did not know it at the time his expected happily married future ended the day Kathy got her diagnosis. Subconsciously aware that if her cancer turned out to be as serious as the doctors worst case scenario then things he once considered as strictly in the realm of fantasy could become a future possibility, and best of all it was not like he had to look for a suitable girl because he had already had built the beginnings of the kind of husband and master/feminised submissive wife relationship he had long fantasised about with me! As our friendship had opened up in the months before Kathy?s diagnosis he must have sensed that my attraction to males and transgendered nature combined with my decidedly submissive personality made me the perfect candidate to convert into his vision of submissive femininity. Unknowingly that?s just what he began to do with his encouraging requests that I dress more often at home, and study the transgender, vintage fashion and feminine lifestyle internet sites and YouTube channels he suggested. As the summer moved into Autumn and then early winter it became second nature for me always wear a skirt or a dress at home and practise along with the various hair, makeup, gender behaviour and vocalisation YouTube channels he sent me as 'homework.' Without either of us realising it, I had become Steven?s submissive girl long before he got me to lock my penis into ?his? very restrictive (and as I would learn impossible to remove when wearing) chastity for him and I doubt he was any more aware than me of just how far things had progressed until he watched me close the cage and used the term Master for the first time. Perhaps I should have started to see how much he had changed my life once I was in his cage, but even as I carefully made myself up and dressed in my new figure controlling lingerie the following day it never occurred to me that I was no longer feminising myself just for my own pleasure or to purely my aesthetic. Although I still liked wearing contemporary fashions, my tastes had slowly moved in line with the sort of 'mature' styles that Steven liked rather than the age appropriate look I had always expected to adopt when I could afford it. I had been looking forwards to wearing the pencil skirted wiggle dress for almost a month and as I dressed for our evening internet chat I could not resist pulling out all the stops. I spent an age doing my hair and face and through out the nearly two hours it took me to get ready my cock was straining in its cage making me feel like I was dressing up in a delicious sea of frustrated stimulation! It was worth it when I logged in and sent Steven a chat request because he just gasped when my camera feed resolved in his screen, "Wow, Pamela!" It was clear from his expression that he wholeheartedly approved of my look as he got me to wiggle walk up and down in front of my camera for him. "I?ll take it that you like this look Master Steven?" I said teasingly, feeling a heady sensation of delight as I carefully sat in front of my PC. "I more than approve sweetheart," he said looking totally different to the sad figure who appeared on my screen early on the previous evening. "But," he added in a humorous tone that echoed with a more demanding edge, "There are areas for improvement, your nails for instance. That dress really screams out for you to have ten long manicured fire engine red nails clutching a small handbag, and you?re clearly not very comfortable walking in stiletto heels as yet but I?m sure you?ll practice enough over the next few days to wiggle delightfully beside me on our date." "You look better this evening?" I commented finally finding a comfortable sitting position as I got used to how the boned girdle made me sit up correctly rather than being able to sit in my usual semi slouch in front of the computer. "I feel it," Steven said, "For the first time in months I'm feeling something other than grief, and I think I have you to thank for that Pam because I?m almost giddy with excitement about taking you out as my Valentines date on Friday." He paused and then added, "I guess booking the table has made me finally accept that Kathy?s gone, and its time to do what she told me and get on with life." He seemed to shudder as he spoke, "You know its like I spent most of the last year in a kind of limbo, and for all its devastated me, there is also a sensation of peace, because I know that she wanted it over when she went into hospital in September." I nodded, just letting him ramble as he told me about how hard it was to watch the cancer eating her away day by day. It was pretty clear to me that with only a little prompting he was telling me things that he had never voiced before. I guess one of the reasons why I knew what to say was because I understood just what he was feeling, having watched cancer destroy my mother. When he started to run out of things to say I asked, "What was Kathy like?" Although it clearly upset him I think talking about Kathy, and letting out his grief did him the world of good and as his chatter about her started to slow he added with a sheepish smile. "I guess one of the reasons why I feel ready to get on with life is because I sort of did my grieving when she was sick, I told you that if she could she would have chosen to check out on her own terms?" I nodded, and added. "I kind of know what you mean, because after my mum died although it was horrible mixed in with it was a feeling of relief that she wasn't in pain any more." Steven nodded, "I guess that?s how I feel. Sure I?m not an immediate hurry to leap into another relationship but neither would I turn it down if something happened between us, because I know that she would be delighted if it did. Just before we found out there was nothing more the doctors could do for her she told me that if she checked out I was not mope about grieving and find someone else as soon as I felt ready." "That?s good advice Steven," I told him "I know," he said with a sad happy smile. "With hindsight I?ve come to the conclusion based on what she said that she knew she was not going to make long before the doctors told us because she told me more than once that if she lost her fight she would be very disappointed with me if I wasted a year or so feeling sorry for myself." "I think I would have liked her," I said with a half laugh, "Because she sounds a lot like my mum." "You would," Steven said, "But knowing my luck she would probably have infected you with her radical feminist beliefs!" "Never!" I teased back, "I like traditional femininity." "Good!" Steven said giving me a strange look before adding with a laugh, "Because I?d hate to have to put you over my knee and spank you for holding inappropriate ideas such as having equal rights with your man!" "I might enjoy that," I teased back, thinking he was joking. I was still naively oblivious to how my willing submission to his initial subconscious desire to direct my social feminisation had bloomed into the idea that I was ripe for permanent feminisation and could easily be forced into transforming in to the sort of submissive trophy wife he had expected to marry before he met Kathy! "Enjoy what?" He asked thinking about something. "Being spanked for being a naught girl," I blushingly teased. That made him laugh, and comment, "Me too!" As he spoke I could see an idea in his eyes as his conversation abruptly ended until I asked. "What, you were miles away then?" "Nothing really," he said with a sheepish smile, "You know I mentioned I?ve got to go through her things?" I nodded. "Well I?ve been trying to get the motivation to decide what to donate to Oxfam and what to recycle? It's just occurred to me that now I'm starting dating my caged sissy I can get you to do it for me. That way if there is anything you?d like you?re welcome to it. Having a good idea of your tastes I doubt you?ll find much because she was decidedly butch in her tastes." Steven chuckled, "I can probably count the number of times on one hand that I saw her willingly wear a dress or a skirt for anything other than the most formal of college events." "If you don?t mind?" I hesitantly asked, "I?d love to that for you." "Sure Pam, I know that if you do see anything you like you?ll enjoy wearing them far more than she ever did." He half laughed and said in a teasing yet slightly bossy tone, "One of the best things about you being a trans girl is you?re so different to her. Trans girls like you love dressing to impress your man and dream of being able to live the kind traditional feminine life that most educated genetic females today despise." "Thank you I think." I said with a blush. Over the next hour or so as we chatted about everything and nothing allowing Steven commented more than once that he adored my desire to lead a more dated version of gender typical femininity because it was do delightfully different to Kathy?s hard line feminist view on life, which brought us back to our ?date.? "You know one of the things I?m really looking forwards about dating you Pam is being free to act like a traditional man." Steven said, "Where I can hold the door for you and treat you like a lady rather than an equal, knowing that you won?t start wittering feminist bollocks about patriarchal control and male privilege when I make a decision." He gave me a confidently cheeky smirk as he added, "Because I know you want to surrender every shred of male privilege you have in exchange for the patriarchal restrictions of a traditionally submissive feminine lifestyle where the only things you worry about involve making the man in your life as comfortable as you can, or am I wrong?" I blushed guiltily and admitted he wasn?t, before adding, "What if some recognises me Steven?" "Where we are going if someone recognises you then they?ll be either gay or a with a girl like you, but if you?re that worried about getting recognised on a date with me." Steven chuckled, "Then doing your hair with five or ten wash dark chestnut hair dye would really alter how you look." "That?s not a bad idea," I said thinking about his suggestion as I added, "Why dark chestnut?" "I prefer brunettes, probably because my first crush was on Jane Russel in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." Steven said with laugh adding with a bossy confident smile, "Brunettes like her from the 1950's could be your style icons babe... Don?t get me wrong one day I?ll make you go bottle blonde, but still I think a dark chestnut brown would suit you best and radically change your first glance appearance." "True." I said seriously considering the idea. That confident dominant edge was back in his tone when he added, "I?m also sure that you?ll really love the feeling of being 'forced' to go to the hair dressers and get your hair styled and coloured to my taste because that is how I want you to look." He chuckled, and buffed his nails pointing out, "One of the delights of dating a sissy girlfriend like you is being able to dictate how you my trophy sissy will look from now on." He gave me a slyly dominant smile and said in a teasingly bossy tone, "Or should I say own you Pamela," he grinned, "Until that cage comes off?" I blushed and nodded. "Yes Steven." His suggestion to colour my hair did not come from nowhere I realised because he knew I had been tempted to colour my hair before. "I've got a really good head shot which I'll run through Clarol?s ?My Shade? hair colour app and see what it suggests. "Don't bother," he laughed, "I want you a dark chestnut!" He gave me a teasingly tempting smile and added, "And you want to make me happy?" I blushed and nodded saying, "You know I do." We chatted via video until almost midnight and pretty much all day Sunday, which of course meant I had to get very dressed and made up before I logged on at around ten in the morning. As I had tried on the wriggle dress and boned full girdle for him the night before I wore the swing dress with the replica separate underwear, which was much more comfortable in comparison to the full length girdle while still being deliciously restrictive, and Steven really liked the effect of the bullet bra under my dress. Although he did not overtly come out with it Steven harked back to his suggestion about dying my hair a couple of times, before telling me that Kathy got her hair done at a LGBT friendly hairdressers not far from where I worked. "Why don?t you pop in after work on Wednesday night or Thursday when you?re off and get your hair styled into something that will look like your usual postgrad pony tail for work, and be still be easy to style into feminine look when worn down?" "I don?t know if I?d have the bottle." I admitted. "Want me to make the appointment for you Pam? I don?t mind," Steven offered with such a hopeful look on his face that I found myself agreeing before I quite caught up with what I was saying. Monday morning started with a shock when I tried to remove my chastity and found I could not, sure the lock released but the device remained stubbornly fixed over my cock because no matter how hard I tried I did not quite have the space to release all the little clips at once. I was calling Steven every name under the sun, and yet at the same time I also found it weirdly thrilling to know that my cock was in its cage until he told me how to release it. Eventually because my futile attempt to free myself had put me well behind I was forced to skip my breakfast, hurriedly dress and dash down to the station wearing it. If I am honest it was not that much of an inconvenience. I had got kind of used to wearing it over the weekend so working in the cage was no great problem and most of the time I hardly noticed it unless I tried to get hard or needed to go to the loo. Oddly I really liked that part, the cages shape and position meant I was unable to see or touch myself when I used the loo forcing me to sit down and just let it happen before wiping myself with toilet tissue just like a real girl would. As I sat on the train I did start to worry about what the hell I was doing, and direction things were going now we were going on a date, but within half hour of getting into the office I was so busy that I was able to forget about my apprehensions at least for a while. That's not to say that when I had a free minute that I was not sorely tempted to make up some excuse to get out of the ?date? but with seemingly impeccable timing as I considered my options my phone dinged with a booking confirmation for the hairdressers at 2pm the following Thursday. Since having my hair done in a salon was another of my long held feminine ambitions seeing the text confirmation to get my nails done along with cut, colour and blow dry sent a river of excitement coursing through me. Mickey my team leader saw my smile and assumed it meant I had 'my bird' lined up for my holiday and immediately started offering his decidedly unreconstructed advice about how I was being a mug to settle with a steady piece of ?skirt? when I could be playing the field! "At your age Pete, birds are two a penny! Dump the steady and stick to the three F's is my advice! Find it, fuck it and forget it," he told me, "London full of willing skirt and a young Oxford grad with a bright future in the oil business and pocket full of the queens notes can have the pick of them!" I?ll admit that as he prattled on he had me chuckling until I chillingly realised that on Friday night I was the bit of ?skirt? Steven would be trying to shag! The more he advised me the more doubts I began to have about going through with everything. The problem was I got home thinking I was going to tell Steven I wanted to call the date off until I changed into Pamela, and logged in for our evening video chat. The moment I saw the delight on his face it quashed any desire to come up with an excuse. It also did not help that there was something in his teasingly dominant expectation of my submission to his decision which went straight to my submissive arousal centre effectively guaranteeing my compliance. Perhaps if I had not been so aware of how valuable having something to look forwards to was in the aftermath of a bereavement I might have felt able to voice my misgivings. Unfortunately for me the bossy excitement in Steven?s voice and my submissive attraction to him trumped any desire to voice my fears. I knew how much the ideal of us 'dating' had cheered him up and I really did not want to bring him down... It was obvious that our ?date? had distracted him from the pain of loosing Kathy, which is why I did not mention just how terrified I was when we were video chatting and he was excitedly telling me how much he was looking forwards to showing me off as ?his? girl in public. "I don't mind being seen with a trans girlfriend." He said cheerfully, "Most of my oldest friends know I've a thing for trans girls so being seen romantically involved with you won't raise any eyebrows with the people in my life who matter." "Wish I could say the same," I said, and then made him bellow with laughter when I told him my team leaders 'find, fuck and forget' skirt comment. Steven gave me a cheeky wink as he chortled happily in a ?mockeny? accent. "Well I don?t need to worry about my skirt getting above her self or holding ridiculous ideas like her having equal rights, because you know your place, don?t you Pamela?" The way he phrased the question really triggered my submissive side and Steven knew it as I blushed brightly and said. "I do yes Steven." "You do what my girl?" Steven said with that bossy dominant edge in his tone. "I do Master Steven." I said with a blush. "Good girl!" He laughed, "I bet you?re as excited as I am about being seen as my trophy girlfriend!" Steven was so jovial, and forthright view that I was to be ?his? feminised submissive girlfriend that he hit all my switches as he tempted me with the sort of things we could do if we kept on dating after our dinner. I enjoyed chatting with him that much I completely forgot to ask about my cage until I saw it getting ready for bed. Seeing it reflected in the mirror still clamped round my freshly showered penis as I shimmied into my nightie I promised myself I?d ask him the following evening, but by the time I got home and chatting with him, it was again a case of me not wanting to break his good spirits. Knowing that I was going on a date with him seemed to have let Steven really turn a corner on his grieving and by Wednesday evening he was cheerfully telling me about the woman who was going to make me beautiful! "I've made you a booking with a lady called Helen who does their transgender makeovers Pam. Now I?ve spoken to her and explained that you are a closeted gay trans girl going on your first public date as my girlfriend" He chuckled adding, "Being the supportive boyfriend I?ve already paid for your treatments so all you need to do is turn up and let her work her magic on you. Trust me sweetheart by the time she is done, you?ll look and feel like the million dollar trophy girl I deserve on my arm on Friday night." Steven said. Seeing my apprehensive expression he added with a chuckle, "Don?t look like that Pam even Kathy who was as radical a feminist as they come still loved getting her hair and nails done." He must have guessed I was getting cold feet because he asked if I was okay with everything? "I?m not sure Steven," I admitted, "I don?t know if I can go in public like that?" Steven face fell and it made me feel rotten because I knew our date was one of the main things that was keeping his mind off losing his wife. I worried my lip and added, "But I really want to." "It will be a little like doing that bungee jump Pam. The fear doing it is always worse than the reality," Steven said with his face brightening as he added obviously thinking I was talking about the hairdressers not the date, "I know its a bit scary to go in on your own, but I'm sure I know you well enough to bet my house on it when I say that your powerful desire to be feminine will have you loving it once you?re in the there. Trust me babe once Helen is pampering you, you'll love the feeling of being transformed into the feminised trophy I need on my arm after the stress of last year." He unwitting played his ace card and my willingness to do what I could to ease the pain of his loss kicked in as I said, still worrying my lip. "Like I said I really want to do it." "I?m sure you do," Steven stated with a smile which echoed the bossy edge in his tone as he added, "But I." He stressed the ?I? "Insist my submissive girl gets her hair done in a salon so you look as feminine as you possibly can when I pick you up, and you don?t want to disappoint me by not looking gorgeous on our date do you?" "I don?t." "Good, so what are you going to do for your Master Pamela?" Steven asked with that bossy note in his tone which he knew flipped my feminine submissive switch. "Get my hair and nails done for you Master Steven." I said feeling incredibly turned on as I gave up on trying to get out of it. "Good girl!" He said with a look of satisfaction on his face. The hairdressers was unnervingly close to work, and I was worried about someone I knew seeing me or recognising my car as I parked up just round the corner, because annoyingly Steven was right I really did not want to disappoint him. Feeling like my heart was going to explode as I walked up to the rainbow decorated hairdressers unsure if I was terrified and excited as I pushed open the door. A very butch looking young woman was sat at the reception desk but before I could open my mouth a shortish woman with that over made up look which I now know seems to be part of the uniform of hairdressers and beauty therapists walked in from behind reception and giving me a smile asked. "Are you my 2 o?clock, Pamela?" I blushed and nodded, which made her grin with delight, "Marvellous, I?m Helen your stylist, if you want to come this way." For the next few hours I felt like I was trapped in a strong current and it started the moment Helen swept me through the salon into a private room saying. "I always do first timers like you in private Pam, now slip off your coat and hop up into the chair. No need to worry because your boyfriend called earlier to pay the bill and told me just what you want doing for your public debut tomorrow night." She gave me a friendly smile via the mirror as she swooshed a pink cape round neck adding, "You?re really lucky to have the kind of man in your life who?s both supportive and willing splash out on your first time out, because I can tell from looking at you that once I have worked my magic almost no one will first glance read you as a t- girl." I?m might have been scared shitless when I walked in but once I calmed down just like Steven said really enjoyed the experience. Hell enjoy does not come close to how much I relished everything even though Helen went a lot further than the wash, colour, trim and blow dry, and manicure I was expecting. I did for perhaps a second consider mentioning it but by the time I thought about it my hair was coloured and already in rollers with a hairdryer over my head. I did worry for perhaps a moment that the colour might have been permanent but I was enjoying the sensations of being pampered far too much to want to stop her and just let Helen do what she wanted. The sensations and scents triggered my caged cock into fighting with its confinement as I watched her ?nail girl? manicuring my nails. God it was heavenly! By the time Helen lifted the hairdryer from my head and started unrolling my hair my hands were decorated with ten oval, glossy fire engine red nails that projected a good half centimetre past my finger tips and the ?nail girl? had just finished doing my toenails to match! "Eye brows next," Helen said, and started plucking at my forehead with a pair of electric tweezers that stung each time she plucked a hair from my eyebrows. The mixture of being pampered and pain as she shaped my eyebrows really amped up just how turned on I was getting. So much so that my frustrated cock was leaking inside my chastity and I was silently thanking the gods I was wearing thick dark jeans because getting my eyebrows plucked was incredibly erotic, and my increased breathing made Helen giggle. "I see someone likes a little pain with her beauty treatments!" I was in the hairdressers for nearly three hours and I when I got up from the chair I looked and felt very different. My hair was now same the dark chestnut brown colour that Steven requested and had been styled into something similar to Taylor Swift?s loose bob hairstyle, and yet colour aside once it was tied back it looked pretty much the same as it always had for work. Along with my manicured red nails Helen had also fitted my eyes with a set of false eyelashes that were guaranteed to last around a week. They felt very weird, and sensually distracting as I sensed them fluttering on the edge of my vision, but with the addition of seven day mascara and eyeliner my eyes looked amazing, and I was so completely enraptured by my reflection in the mirror much that I hardly noticed what she was doing as she fussed with my ears until I saw the two gold studs pierced through my ears lobes! "Well," Helen laughed with a pleased nod, "I think we can call it a success don?t you Pam?" "Oh my god yes!" I gasped when I looked myself after she was done. "That?s just the sort of response I like to hear!" She said with a pleased look on her face. Telling me as she showed me to the door, "Now don?t forget to keep your hair dry this evening Pam, and tomorrow night just brush it out like I showed you and give it a good hit of hair spray and you?ll be good to go. That colour will last around eight to ten washes, but it really suits you so you might want to consider going for a permanent colour next time." "May be not next time, but in the future for sure." I said with a giggle as we reached the desk. "Now when you go back to work just tie it all back like you usually do and with a little hair gel or wax in the front like I showed you to hold your fringe back no one will ever know you have a Taylor bob." "Also make sure to keep following the cleaning and care instructions for your ears. If you do then by the time you?re back at work you?ll only need to keep them in of an evening." "And my nails?" I asked hesitantly. "Easy peasy, the day before you go back just soak your nails in non acetone nail varnish remover for ten minutes or so and they?ll dissolve without damaging your own nails." Much to my surprise when Helen asked as she guided me out if I would like a repeat booking on Saturday the 21st of March I said yes. I had enjoyed being pampered so much that I actually wanted an appointment for a wash and trim during the following month. As I left Helen added holding the door for me. "Now next time you come I expect you to be dressed as yourself Pam. Now I?ve done your hair and eyes even wearing boyish jeans and flats you already look passably feminine, which has got me itching to see just how good you look as your real self." She chuckled lightly and added, "Anyway getting used to being out in public in a feminine role is something you?ll have to accept as its a prerequisite of your transition Pam." Her comment about transitioning did not really register as I walked out feeling like I was walking on air as I strolled through the mini gay village back to my car. Oddly given how scared I was of someone I knew seeing me going into an LGBT rainbow decorated hairdressers I did not once consider what anyone would have thought about me when I left. I had enjoyed the experience that much that I did not even consider how I looked with my now feminine hairstyle, nails and eye makeup as I drove past work. I was that entranced with seeing my red nails on the steering wheel I did not really consider what my neighbours might think until I was most of the way home. Pulling into the car park I felt a shiver of apprehension as I opened the door. Mr Becket the older man who owned one of the ground floor flats was a nosey, right wing, old 'gammon' of a man who made no secret of his homophobic views as he moaned about the married gay couple who lived on the top floor. Feeling like I was running the gauntlet I avoided the front door and walked round the back door. Quickly checking the coast was clear I dashed up to my first floor flat. Thankfully pretty much everyone was at work, and my fear of being busted lasted only a few moments, because the moment I opened my door I was more interested in seeing how I looked properly dressed, which was why within minutes of getting home I was getting dolled up to see Steven on line. Daringly because the solvent to release my breasts still had not arrived I could not resist wearing them with the adhesive for the first time. Taking my time and following the instructions I cleaned my chest marked where I wanted them and carefully aligned each breast with the marks on my skin before holding them in place with a front fastening bra. God they felt good when I started to stand up after I had given them more than the five minutes needed to allow the adhesive to bond the large full looking breasts onto my skin they felt amazing. The sensation of them fixed to my chest contained in a bra felt so much better than wearing them sitting loose and looking at myself I was really tempted to wear my ?date? outfit but thankfully common sense prevailed and instead I slipped on a tight black thigh length faux leather skirt and a red satin top. I had bought them on impulse when I was wandering round Next in the January sale using my usual ?for my girlfriend? excuse when I asked the shop assistant if they had them in 10/12? Feeling like I was high I did my makeup and spent the next half hour or so tip tapping about my flat loving the restriction of my tight skirt and the sound of my heels. I was amazed by how good I looked and it made me feel giddy with delight. As I practised walking in my heels I took every opportunity to watch my reflection in the mirrors as I got used to moving in a tight skirt and heels. Even after a pot of tea and some food I still feeling giddy but mixed in with the delight was excited anticipation about his reaction when I logged into Google for our usual evening chat. I was not disappointed and felt a rush of delight when Steven gasped, "Oh my!" Before crudely adding, "Fuck me Pam! Give us a twirl in front of your camera." Buzzing with delight I eagerly obeyed him and felt a rush of joy as he gasped, "I can tell you?re trans because I know but I doubt anyone who does not automatically look out for girls like you will tell so long as you act appropriately... My god you look great!" He snicked, "And that top really shows off your sexy big boobs without making you look cheap. I could see that weather presenter on the BBC Carol Kirkwood wearing something like that." "She does dress nicely." I agreed and added with a giggled mock curtsey, "And thank you so much for making me do this Steven, going to the hairdressers was one of the best experiences of my life." "You enjoyed it then?" He chuckled. "God yes," I said excitedly, "That much that I?ve made myself a repeat booking for a trim and tidy this time next month!" "Good girl, and if we get this result every time I make you to do something," Steven chuckled, "I?ll make sure to force you into getting feminising treatments more often Pam!" "Do!" I said delighting in how relaxed and happy he looked on my PC screen as I spent the next hour or so telling him what Helen had done, even her comment about seeing how much getting my eyebrows plucked turned me on. "So my Pamela likes a little pain," he said teasingly which made me blush and giggle as he added, "No wonder you said you?d probably enjoy being spanked if you?re a naughty girl." "So what?s the plan for tomorrow?" I asked after I ran out of things to tell him about Helen?s treatments. "Well other than having a taxi booked for half seven to take us to the restaurant it really depends on you." Steven said cheerfully, "If you want to sort her wardrobe for me before we go I can drive through and pick you up around lunch time, or if you?d rather leave doing it until Saturday I?ll come and get you around five thirty, six o?clock-ish?" "I think I?d rather have time to get ready than try to rush because these nails." I held up my longer glossy red tipped fingers, "Make everything more difficult." "You can do both Pam," Steven said, "I?m free all day, and you?re more than welcome to get dressed for dinner here. Although modern I really like what you?re wearing now. It?s perfectly acceptable to me as public day wear because a girl of your age wearing clothing like that beside a man like me at this time of year just screams out I dress for my man." I blushed brightly. "Now assuming your feet are the same size seven fit as hers then her block heel winter boots would go well with your skirt for now, although a nice pair of real heeled boots and a better quality leather skirt have just gone on the shopping list." I had noticed over the last few days that Steven was avoiding using his late wife?s name. "I?m pretty sure that your close enough in size to her that her winter college events coat will fit you." Steven said cheerfully, "If not we can always pick something up on the way home." "I hope so otherwise I?ll freeze in my dress." Steven smiled recognising my attempt at distraction and said, "Hopefully her boots and coat will fit and combined with what you are wearing now you?ll be warm and not have to worry about damaging your good dress between your place and mine? Why not pack a weekend bag with your cosmetics, fancy lingerie along with two or three days worth of clothing and your dinner outfit, along with a nightie and I?ll run you back on Sunday or Monday. That way you can sort her things before getting ready for dinner and we can drop what you don?t want off at Oxfam or the recycling before I take you shopping on Saturday?" Steven had such a hopeful look in his face that I asked, "What would you prefer?" "To pick you up no later than half twelve," he said with that decision made tone in his voice, "And take you home Monday, because I?d like to watch the test match ." "Okay then." I said committing myself, "Half eleven?" "Yeah that works fine." Steven said with a pleased grin, "We?ll be back here in time to watch the morning session in Bermuda while you?re being a good trophy girlfriend keeping me supplied with tea, and saving me the painful chore of sorting the boxes of her things." He pulled a face, "Thankfully I don?t have any great emotional baggage attached to her dressy stuff that I have with her normal clothes because I seldom went to her college formal and informal social events. So anything you want just put it in the wardrobe and draws, what you don?t want put back in the box for Oxfam. Oh and don?t forget all her accessories, any makeup just bin it, but anything you like keep, the rest recycle bin or Oxfam box." "Okay Steven." I said. "I?ll be ready." "Marvellous!" He said with an anticipatory smile on his face. "Oh and put the cages keys out for me," he gave me a cheeky wink, "Because and correct me if I am wrong but they belong to me don't they?" I blushed and nodded. "Yes." "Yes what?" Steven said with a smirked snap in his tone. "Yes they belong to you Master Steven." I said feeling my 'clitty' fighting with my owners cage. "Good girl, because I don?t want my girl getting any idea that she can escape spending her holiday as my submissively chastised trophy!" I did not sleep very well that night. One thing I had not considered when I used the skin bonding adhesive was how having big breasts fixed in place would get in the way, wearing a bra under my nightie helped but it still took me a long time to find a comfortable position for my 'girls' before I finally fell into a disturbed sleep. It was like my mind would not settle as I alternated between excitement and trepidation over what Steven had planned. My dreams were full of scenes from the various stories I had posted over the last two years, which painfully woke me regularly as I half worried and half hope that Steven was going to make me live of some of them. In the end it was well past two before I finally slipped into real sleep. Not that I slept very long because by seven I was wide awake and after a quick breakfast, I was in the throws of a major bout of nerves which really slowed me down. Even little things like packing my weekend case took twice as long and in the end it was after ten before I started to get ready. After all the practice I had at doing a simple daytime make up I could usually do my face in under fifteen minutes but that morning it took me nearly half an hour. Admittedly getting used to doing my face with extended nails had altered how I held brushes and sponges but I expected it to take no longer than usual because Helen had done my eyes with seven day lashes, eyeliner and mascara and they were the things that usually slowed me down. Eventually after a few false starts I finally got Pamela?s usual ?daytime? face was looking back at me in the mirror as I brushed out my hair like Helen showed me and slipped a hair band over my head to show my now pierced ears. After a quick squirt of Coco, I picked up my new lingerie shivering as I slipped ?my? breasts into a the sexy full cut bra and fasted the back closure with relief. I had quickly found that wearing fixed breasts loose meant that they got in the way, and letting them bounce around unrestricted hindered what was doing as they swayed around uncomfortably pulling on my chest! That said they did look incredibly realistic bobbling round under my nightdress as I cleansed and moisturised my face. Once I had my breasts secured in their satin and lace nests I really enjoyed the sensations of getting ready for Steven. As I got ready excited hardly describes how much I was looking forwards to actually meeting him in the flesh for the first time, but mixed in with my excitement was also a looming sense of foreboding about where things were going when he arrived. May be it was knowing that once he picked me I would have no control over what the day brought that made dither so much about things I knew the answer to like tights or stockings. Steven made no secret of his preference for his girl to wear stockings with everything but the shortest of skirts, and had often commented how much he enjoyed a girl wearing a skirt split just enough to force her to be very careful about not flashing their stocking tops when she sat. Looking at reflection as I daringly fixed the waist nipping suspender belt around my waist I asked myself if I knew what I was getting into with Steven? When I admitted to myself that I did not, and that I did not care about knowing I realised that I couldn't say no to him. I felt trapped by my desire for him and the feminine life he craved for me, and it sent a wave of shame coursing through me. Scared about what I might see in my eyes I could not look at myself in the mirror as I carefully rolled the fine barely black stockings up my legs. Avoiding looking in my eyes I checked that my seams were straight before firmly attaching the six suspenders to my stocking tops. God I loved the feel of suspenders and stockings which again had my cage painfully curtailing my cocks response to erotic stimulation that accompanied my dressing for him. I could feel the slick dampness of pre-cum in my cage as I slipped the matching French knickers up my legs and over my straining caged penis. I was literally dripping with excited trepidation that I needed to use a sanitary liner inside my French knickers. The black and rose matching bra, suspenders and knickers had been an impulse buy specially for today. On my way from the office to the station I passed a lingerie shop everyday and when I saw the set on one of the window dummies on Monday night I just had to have them! I was just slipping my feet into my fluffy slippers when the buzzer rang at eleven. Checking the doorbell camera I saw Steven stood on the doorstep wearing a down jacket, holding a bunch of red roses and a holdall. Feeling my heart thumping in my chest I buzzed him in and hoping none of my neighbours were at home I stood waiting at my flat door. A moment later there he was walking along the hall towards me grinning as he said. "Hey Pam, you look gorgeous babe." Holding the door all the way open I said with a blush, "Come in Steven, go on through to the lounge can I get you a tea or a coffee?" "Tea please darling," Steven said confidently kissing me on the lips as he walked in. I could see the delight in his eyes as he looked me up and down before giving my skirted bottom a possessive spank as he handed me the roses adding, "You smell even nicer than the flowers I could not resist bringing since our first date is on Valentines Day." "Thank you." I said gushing, no one had ever bought me flowers before and I liked the gesture. "I?ll pop them in water now." Seeing the chastity keys on the living room table he called as I found a jar for the flowers, "Are these for me Pam?" But before I could answer he saw the Clamp logo on them and added, "Yes I see they are." Needless to say when I brought in the tea tray the keys were no longer on the table and Steven was looking at me with a cats got the cream expression from the sofa.. Giving me a long look he smiled as he said, "My god Pam, Helen really did do a great job on you. The hair and your eyes look even better in reality than they did on the screen. In fact you look even better for our first date than I ever could have hoped." "Thank you," I said feeling a surge of pleasure from his praise as I poured the tea and handed him his cup. "Pity about the slippers, but I?m sure we?ll find you a pair fluffy heeled pair in the near future." He gave me a cock-eyed look and added, "You also really need to be wearing a little tea apron for that perfect 50?s girl touch when you?re serving your man his tea, darling." "I?m not dressed as a 50?s girl just now Steven," I said with a sly giggle. "True, but I?ll bet you wish you were?" He said with a look in his eyes, which vanished as he added patting the sofa beside him with a grin, "Sit here Pam, so I can enjoy the full effect as you get used to being where you belong, beside your boyfriend-owner before our date." Smoothing my skirt behind my buttocks I slipped down beside him and lent forwards to pick up my cup. I felt a mixed up surge of emotions when Steven arm was confidently waiting for me as I sat back and found myself nestled close beside him as he said with chuckle, "I loved the hint of stocking top when you sat." I could feel the rumble of humour in his chest as he added, "You know how much I love a girl in stockings Pam!" I blushed, and asked, "Good journey?" Needing to fill the momentary silence after his comment. "Not bad sweetie, only took me forty minutes because for once the traffic was light," Steven said looking about my flat. "I like your flat, its a lot nicer than my first place after I graduated." "I like it, and as work has a deal with the housing association for new staff where they subsidise the rent for the first year." I told him. "You could do with making it a little more feminine though," he nodded at my technical manual stuffed book case, "Perhaps a few pretty pictures on the walls and ornaments rather than just books on your bookcase. You really must to do something about that, it?s much too technical and boyish for the pretty girlie-girl I want you to become for me." At first I felt pretty uncomfortable sat with his arm around me, but after a few minutes I relaxed and came to like being held like that. It triggered very feminine feeling sense of submission, which I really liked. He nodded at my breasts and said, "They look even better this morning, did you use the adhesive?" "Yes," I said with a blush, "And I?m going to be stuck with them over the weekend because if the solvent does not arrive with the post before we go then it will around 72 hours before they come free naturally." "Marvellous, I hope the post does not arrive!" Steven chuckled, "Because now I've finally seen you in the flesh I'd really like to mark you as mine Pamela so don't expect to be getting my chastity keys back before you go back to work at the earliest." As I looked at him in surprise he lent forwards and kissed me on the lips before adding, "They belong to me now, but I might if you are a good girl lend them to you." His chuckle rumbled on as he added, "But for as long as we are dating they will remain in my possession where they belong so I know that the only cock you'll be thinking about is this one." He grinned naughtily and put my free hand on his swollen groin and added, "Feel good Pam?" I felt an increased shiver of submission when I felt his cock pulse against against my palm as he held my hand on his cock. Blushing brightly I whispered astonished at how feminine my hand looked on tight pants. "Yes Master Steven." "Marvellous!" He rumbled, "And if you carry on being a good girl I might reward you with release after we?ve had dinner." "Yes Master Steven," I said feeling a sensation of satisfied acceptance as I enjoyed letting him take charge. I think he must have guessed from my compliance how I was feeling because his tone became increasingly more dominant as he made numerous more suggestions about improving the feminine decor of my flat. Steven was a powerful presence on a video call but that was nothing compared to full force of his magnetic personality. It was easy to see why even a ?ball breaking? feminist (his description) like his late wife had fallen for his charms, because he was a captivating me and without realising it I had fallen for him, and he knew it! Giving his presence a good half hour to completely enchant me Steven eventually finished his tea and said pitching me rather reluctantly from his cradling arm as he said with a glance at his watch, "We best make a move Pam, will you fetch my bag darling?" Captivated by him I said, "Of course," and smoothly stood, shivering when I heard him sigh behind me, "Mm! You really have turned out to be a gorgeously sexy bit of skirt Pam." Even though I knew that most of my female workmates and college friends would have felt belittled by such a comment, I felt rush of glee at being described in such a demeaning away. Handing him the bag, he pulled out a pair of black calf high boots with a wide two inch heel and said, "Try these on for size Pam." I could feel his eyes on my legs and I?d be lying if I did not blushingly admit to visually flirting with him as I slipped them on to my stocking covered feet and slowly teased the zips up. The boots were a little tight around the middle of my foot but no more than my work shoes and as I stood Steven was putting a faun coloured hooded coat with fluffy fur trim and a leather over the shoulder handbag on the table, and saying with a pat on his lap, "Sit on my knee a moment Pam, I want to slip this round your neck." He was holding a golden necklace with a love heart lock. I did as he asked and blushed as I felt his rumble of pleasure when he picked up on the shiver that ran through me as his hands gently pushed my hair out of the way to slip chain around my neck. In short order a small golden watch was on my right wrist and a couple of golden bangles were slipped around my other wrist. "Some pretty decorations for a pretty girl," Steven said, sliding a couple of rings on my fingers including one I noticed when I got a chance to look at them on my wedding finger! It was a solitaire blue stoned engagement ring clearly styled on Princess Kate's. "Steven!" I said seeing the engagement ring on my left hand. "Camouflage sweetie." He chuckled, "With that on your finger you?ll have a level of protection from the attentions of any chasers or trans hags if I need the loo while we?re waiting for our table in the bar." Standing us both up he said nodding at my wheelie case by the door, "That your dinner outfit and weekend bits Pam?" I nodded, saying, "Yes," as Steven told me. "Great, pop your door keys and phone in your handbag, oh and you?ll find a pink Ted Baker purse in the bag for the contents of your now redundant wallet Pam, and we can make a move." Since my wallet, keys and phone were sat in the bowl on the table I did as he asked and turned to see him holding the coat for me. I?ve got to admit that it made me feel very feminine as he helped me into it adding, "When we get outside, don?t forget that you?re my girlfriend now Pam, and I like my girl hanging onto my arm!" Picking up my wheelie bag, Steven took hold of my hand and with my heart thumping wildly in chest I let him guide me through the door. He had an ear to ear grin on his face as he close my door behind us and lead me away from the safety of flat for the very first time. Preying that I was right and my neighbours were all at work I was shitting myself as he guided me down the stairwell past Mr Beckets door and out into public. Thankfully Steven sensed how scary this first experience outside the safety of my flat was for me. I was terrified of being in public and at the same time also loving the feeling of being in the open air dressed as 'myself.' Being outside as Pamela was the first many unfulfilled taboo laden desires that Steven would make me face and break over the following two weeks. Holding me tightly beside him Steven kept up a quietly encouraging stream of chatter as he led me away from my flat. Although always encouraging Steven also kept that bossy patronisingly dominant note in his tone which he knew triggered submissive side as he told me. "Relax sugar tits, all you need to do is enjoy being the trophy girl on my arm. Trust me when I say that wrapped up like you are you look more than feminine enough that the only people who'll recognise you're trans will be blokes like me who look for girls like you. Not that it matters to me if you do get read because I?m not ashamed having a transgendered girlfriend, and I won?t allow you to be ashamed of me being seen and known as your boyfriend." He snicked and his arm cuddled me possessively close as he turned the corner at the end of my road, "Also that ring on your finger says publicly to anyone who notices that you're more than just my girlfriend Pamela, and that's just how I want people to see you." "I?m not sure I know how to do that?" I said in a trembling tone. "Course you do, you?ve been doing it since we first chatted online, just be the same now we?re officially together!" He grinned and gave me a squeeze, "It?s not like anyone will expect a girl of your age on the arm of a man like me to have any interests beyond spending my money, and looking beautiful." Thankfully it was only a ten minute walk to where Steven had parked by the train station. Much to my distress however the streets were Friday lunchtime busy and walking through them cradled beside him in my heels and a skirt was an alarming experience, but it was also completely exhilarating. I was actually outside in public as myself. I was still more than a little terrified of someone calling out, "Drag Queen," or worse as we walked past the busy train station as the London train arrived. Just walking past the people leaving the station was scary but I drew comfort from Steven protective presence as I clicked along beside him expecting at every moment that someone was going to make a disparaging remark and 'out' me as transgendered. It was not until much later that it occurred to that he could have parked outside the flat and realised he parked so far away because he wanted me experience being femininely dependent on him! Since there was nothing I could do to escape what the day brought I tried to ignore my fears as he led me into the car park, and concentrated on his captivatingly melodic tones as he guided me to his car. The only time my anxiety really shot up was when I felt the lad in the parking booths eyes on my legs when we walked past him on the way into the car park. The look he gave us brought out an ear to ear smile to Steven?s face and as he held open the car door for me he gave me a quick kiss on the lips to hide him whispering, "Slide in bum first and keep your legs together as you swing them in, unless of course you want to flash your stocking tops on CCTV for the lad in the booth Pam." He laughed and kissed me again before closing the door with a with a solid clunk. Clearly excited Steven strolled around the car and dropped my case in the boot, before a few spots of rain on the windscreen sent him dashing into the drivers door just as the heavens opened. "Timed that well," he chuckled starting the engine, "And even better the cursory look you got from that lad in the booth ended with a ?lucky old bastard? frown at me." My lips were still tingling from the feeling of his unshaven face and I shivered when I felt my cock pressing against the cage in response to his possessive kiss... I liked it. As Steven fastened his seat belt he chortled, telling me, "I think my girl just passed her public debut with flying colours babe!" Reversing out he added, "And wonderfully with the age difference between us and you wearing a skirt and heels on a day like today." His voice filled with glee when he added, "Makes it very clear that you my darling, were my trophy girlfriend, which is just the public image I want you portraying." "Trophy in public, 50?s girl in private Steven?" I enquired feeling a rush of relief as we pulled away. "Dam skippy!" He said, "And you're in love with the idea of being seen as my trophy girl aren't you Pamela?" I giggled and nodded saying. "Yes!" "Good girl!" He chuckled and that dominant edge was back in his tone when he added, "Because from now on that?s what you are, and hopefully one day its all you will ever be, understand?" "Yes Steven." I said feeling a rush of submission. "Yes what Steven?" He said in a bossy teasing tone. "Yes Master Steven," I said burning with excitement at shame over him making me address him as Master in semi public view .... "Good girl! Because I bloody mean it, because for the next two weeks you?re in a position where you can be my girl, and I have every intention of wooing you in to staying as my girl until you go back to work!" He told me as his slipped from the gear stick to my knee once we were heading north on the A1. "Steven," I asked as we approached where he lived some forty minutes later, "What about your neighbours, won?t they think it odd for me to be with you so soon after?" "Doubt it, they never knew her." Steven said, "I could not face the thought of our old house close to the university without her so I put it on the market when it was clear that she would not becoming out of the hospital in September, and put a deposit down on this place. I moved in after Kathy's parents went home on Boxing Day." Steven lived to to the north of Cambridge in a small town cum large village, and commenting as he turned into his drive. "The village is rather nice and its got pretty good facilities." He pointed to a 1930?s style house at the base of a short cul-de-sac, "That?s mine, and although it lacks the character of where we lived in Cambridge I choose it because its fairly secluded and modern enough to be completely different from our Victorian Gothic revival house." Grabbing my bag from the boot of his car he led me inside, and showed me round. Although the outside was pure 1930?s the interior had been completely modernised. The original living room had been knocked through to the dinning room to create a large modern open plan living room/diner with a small bathroom off a short front hall. Leaving my case at the bottom of the stairs, he showed me into the kitchen extension and said in a bossy tone. "Tea and coffee is in the marked jars, bread is in the bread bin, and you can see the fridge so you know where everything is when I need pot of tea, coffee or a sandwich during the match. In the closet by the back door you?ll find the cleaning supplies, ironing board, iron and the hoover, along with a tea apron for service and general house wear, along with a couple of cleaning and cooking full aprons, which I expect you to wear during any messy domestic tasks, understood Pam?" "Yes Steven," I said wishing I did not love his casually dominant way of speaking to me as much as I did as he handed me a heart shaped tea apron which I tied about my waist. "Mm, perfect." Steven said, "Now I expect you to wear heels of at least three inches at all times when you are here because if I catch you without then I am prepared to take steps that will insure that you cannot remove your heels." He grinned, "A decision I have made based on how enforced heels always a feature of your stories. I will however be lenient if you are staying over because I will allow you to go flat footed in bedroom, bathroom and first thing in the morning or directly before bed, but the rest of the time I expect my girl wearing either her heels or her soon to be purchased fluffy mules!" I blushed, he was using my fetishes to trap me, and he knew I loved it! "This way," he said grabbing my bag and showing me up stairs and into a bigger bedroom than I had in my flat saying, "This will be your dressing room for now Pam." He dropped my case on the bed, adding, "All her things are in the boxes in the wardrobe, including," he teasingly winked, "Her wedding dress and accessories, which if it fits I would like to see you wearing at some point in the near future." "That?s my bedroom, and if you stay over I expect my girlfriend to serve me a pot of fresh coffee in bed at 6.30 am midweek and 7.30 at weekends." He said pointing at a second door, "Both rooms have en- suites, and the attic bedroom has been converted into my office, which is out of bounds to you." With a chuckled of delight, he added, "I?m so glad I found you Pam," and gave me a spank on my arse and said, "Make us a pot of tea sweetheart, I?ll be in the living room the cricket is about to start." Other than to call me to refill his tea, and make a sandwich Steven pretty much left me alone to go through Kathy?s things. Like he said most of her clothes were jeans and sports gear but she did have a couple of nice cocktail dresses which I loved even though they would need altering as they were size 12/14 and I was a 10 in my body controlling lingerie. The only other really feminine outfit was her wedding dress which was still in the sealed bag after it had been cleaned and I did not want to open it, along with the dress was a white corset also in a dry cleaners wrapper and a pair of white two inch heels in a box on the shelf in the wardrobe. Rehanging the dresses I wanted in the wardrobe I folded and piled up the rest on the dresser, and went to ask Steven where he wanted me to put it all. "You?ll find a flat packed donations box in the kitchen cupboard Pam, pop everything you don?t want in them and take it into the garage ready to go to the Oxfam pick up or the recycling in the morning." "What about her underwear?" I asked. "Recycle bin." Steven said clearly more interested in the cricket, as he added dismissively, "I?ll have another pot of tea when you?re done Pam." Since Steven was totally engrossed in the Cricket, I sorted Kathy?s things and took them down to the garage which contained a classic car on axel stands with the bonnet up and a covered motorcycle. Returning to the house I went to unpack my bag, set up my makeup on the large dressing table and hung up my dinner outfit on the wardrobe door. Looking round the room I found myself gazing at the white wedding dress wondering what it would feel like to wear. Like all trans-girls I had a wedding dress dream which distracted me from thinking too hard about how the day had gone so far. I could not deny that I was enjoying being treated as Stevens girlfriend, and my semi fears about him sexually using me from the start had faded into an immense interest in getting introduced to his cock, and thinking about it gave me another mixed up rush of excited apprehension. I knew from the response of his cock when he held my hand on it that something sexual was going to happen while I was there and I found myself wondering if he would he make me suck him, before he fucked me in his bed? I blushed brightly when my cock pressed against its confinement as I shamefully realised I wanted him to do both... The surge of desire I felt for him sexually sent a queerly mixed up chill down my back as I recalled what he said earlier about me being his girl from now on. Hugging myself I wondered just how serious he was about claiming me as his owned property, and did he really mean it when he said that he would be keeping the keys to chastity from now on? The questions ran round my mind until Steven who had not been as engrossed as I thought noticed the lack of clacking heels and called, "If you?re done Pam, you can make me another pot of tea please, and then you need to iron my shirt before laying out my clothes for the evening. My shirts hanging on my wardrobe?" "Her masters voice," I giggled to myself as I called. "Coming," and walked as gracefully as I could down the stairs. Steven kept me just busy enough that by the time I had ironed his shirt, and put the contents of his washing basket through the machine, it was time for me to get ready for dinner. I?ve always enjoyed the processes and feminine rituals of getting dressed up and doing it to go on a romantic date with him really really amped up the pleasure I got from getting ready. I?m sure if I had not got the small and highly restrictive cage painfully enclosing my cock I would have had a boner like a baby's forearm! After being stuck inside the cage for almost a week I had developed a love hate relationship with the infernal device. I adored how having it locked on on my genitals never let me forget that I was ?his? submissive. The sensation of erotic frustration that the chastity caused by denying me erection or relief was both frustrating and addictive in different ways. The consequences of my willingness to submissively accept it without question both thrilled and erotically scared me. Looking at myself gazing with desire at the wedding dress I realised that over the months since I got my flat I had incrementally surrendered increasingly noticeable parts of my masculinity to fit his dream of a feminised partner... And I liked it... I was already starting to feel one of the side effects of being unable to escape the chastity. The denial the cage caused made me highly motivated to submit to what he wanted. I had not understood it at the hairdressers but seeing my radically altered reflection in 'my' dressing table the mirror made me wonder how much of my willingness to feminise myself so extensively for our first public date was being driven by my need for him to let me cum! I could feel my cock straining against the cage when I saw that after Helens treatments even without any make up and my hair pulled back I still looked more than a little feminine. Touching one of the two studs in my ear I chillingly realised that combined the treatments he had told Helen to give me had effectively trapped me as his girl for at least the next week. With all this running round my mind it meant that as I was dressing for dinner I was trapped in a vicious circle of unyielding denial and an overwhelming desire for release. The cage stopped me getting excited which increased my need for release, and then how I had to look stimulated my transgender side, which turned me on and amplified my need for sexual relief even more... Since any sexual relief for me was dependent on pleasing Steven it turned on my submissive side, which just added more pressure to please him! The more time I spent getting ready the more my need built and as I nestled my false breasts into the cups of my replica of a 1950?s Sarong style corselette girdle I was almost shaking with desire. God I loved the sensation of my corselette closing as I eased the side zip up. As the zip closed I could feel the boning imposing its feminising shape on my body and it sent all kinds of signals though me. The best way I can describe the sensation is to say it was like being in an erotic vice where every sense had been turned up to eleven. As I arranged the chilly metal clips attached to the six short wide suspenders they sensuously brushed my skin as I carefully rolled a brand new pair of fine fully fashioned black stockings up smoothly shaven legs. I was that entranced by the sensation of everything that I almost screamed in surprise when Steven let out a wolf whistle having pushed open the bedroom door and saw me fully made up, wearing my girdle, stockings and heels as I primped my hair in front of the mirror. Chuckling, Steven said, "I'm buying you a few more of those sweetheart! Looking at you preening before your mirror I wish I could just take you out like that because you look like a deliciously feminised trophy sissy in that tight 50?s style girdle!" I blushed and exclaimed, "Steven!" He laughed, and added, "For the fully 1950?s look you really need a full slip to smooth line of your girdle sexy!" I felt a shiver of exited shame when he called me ?sexy,? and I had to distract myself from looking at the front of his pants as I tried to get my head round the confused feelings his comment caused before I caught myself and said, "I doubt one would fit under my dress." "That?s because its a modern bodycon rather than a period correct silk or rayon dress," Steven said knowledgeably. "For someone who?s not a cross dresser you sure know a lot about 1950?s female clothing," I said with a teasing look as I carefully slid my legs into my dress and started wriggling as I eased the tight fabric up my body until I could slip my arms into the cap sleeves. "I?m a life long admirer the fashion," He chuckled adding with hopeful expression, "Want me to zip you up when you have finished sexually shimmying into your dress?" "Please," I said checking that my seems were still straight. Steven had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he said, "Delighted my sweet," and stepped behind me to slowly eased the hidden zip up to the back of my neck. Before I could stop him he planted a kiss on my neck and gave me a ?hickey? where it would be hidden by my hair, adding. "Just marking my property!" I blushed and giggled, before wincing slightly as my cramped up cock complained, which made Steven laugh, "Girl problems sweetie?" "Cheeky," I said turning to face him, "You ripped that move off from one of my stories!" "I did and that?s not all I?m going to rip off before the end of the night sweetheart," he said with a possessive spank on my girdle shaped arse! "Because I?ve got lots of ideas from your stories!" After escorting me outside when the taxi arrived Steven began to tease me the moment the door closed. Whispering in my ear he said with a chuckle as he ran his finger over my girdle and skirt covered cage, "I love knowing I?ve got you locked away here Pam." Erotically sliding his hand over my lap Steven spent the journey sensually caressing my stocking covered leg and occasionally investigating my inner thighs under the hem of my tight skirt. I could tell from the delight he was radiating that he knew just what he was doing to me and by the time we were travelling through the brightly lit town I was praying that I did not reveal to the taxi driver the level of frustrated desire I was feeling. I was in such a state by the time the taxi was pulling up that I had hardly noticed the thirty minute drive passing and wondered where the journey had gone when Steven was suddenly opening the car door and helping me onto my feet. "Cheers boss," Steven said as I unsteadily stood beside him feeling like my legs were going to buckle as the sensation of his caressing hand started to fade. As the taxi pulled away he chuckled, "Judging by how breathless you are, I think you enjoyed my attentions in the car Pam." A part of me wanted to kill him and another part of me wanted him to do it again as I held him close and slowly calmed down. Steven was in ?manly man? mode as he slipped my arms from him, so he could slide his arm round my waist and say pointing at a gaily lit bistro some two hundred yards down the pedestrian street. "We?re going down there Pam," and guided my slow heel clicking progress towards the bistro. Having only worn the wiggle dress once in my flat I had not realised just how much the tight narrow skirt, even with its rear kick pleat was going to restrict my practised feminine walk leaving no choice but to wiggling my way beside him to the brightly lit entrance. "God I love how your dresses tight skirt tames your walk Pam," Steven quietly chuckled as we approached the bistro, "No more boyish strides for you my girl, just a cute truly feminine swaying wiggle which looks hot as hell from here!" "Here you go," he cheekily spanked my arse as he held the door forcing me to precede him into the romantically lit bistro. "Good evening Sir, Madam." The rather camp looking ma?tre d? said in a French accented tone with a slightly strange look at us after we entered, "Do you have a booking with us this evening?" I could feel the ma?tre d?s eyes on me as Steven said, "We do in the name of Templeton." Just as his look started to get a little uncomfortable he suddenly smiled at me. Even since Helen upgraded my hair and eyes I felt I passed pretty well but I did not know how well until I watched this ma?tre d need a second look to realise I was trans. Giving as a very approving look he said said looking down at the bookings book. "Ah yes, table for two," and called, "Henri, the ladies coat." A very pretty boy waiter suddenly materialised and came to take my coat, which made Steven slip a possessive arm around me when the boy spent just a moment longer than necessary helping me . I kind of liked the look the ma?tre d? had given me, but rather scarily I liked the 'hand's off' she?s mine air of possession that Steven radiated even more. I was still far too turned on to feel much more than the odd wisp of apprehension as the ma?tre d? said holding out his arm towards the bar, "Bon! If you would like to step this way Sir, Madam," and asked if we required an aperitifs? Steven was clearly enjoying the looks I was getting from the staff and said confidently, "I?ll have a bottle of beer, Kolsch or Pilsner for preference, and Pamela will have a Vodka Martini, on the rocks with a twist of lemon please." I had never had a Martini before and although potent it did taste very nice. We were only in the bar for long enough finish our drinks and soak up the romantic atmosphere before the ma?tre d? was showing us to our table. The restaurant was something of a contradiction as it gave all the impressions of a fancy bistro, and yet with the rainbow decorations it was also clearly aimed at the LGBT market. By now I was starting to come down off my turn on high and as we were shown to our table I could see the bistro was busy which had me clinging on to Steven arm preying I did not trip over my heels and make a fool of myself. It felt like an age to reach the table and I felt a shiver of delight as the waiter held my chair for me, which made me feel weirdly feminine as heard Steven ordering us another round of drinks. Giving me a smile Steven watched the waiter like a hawk as he made sure I was comfortable and I hardly had time to open the menu before a second Martini was placed in front of me. Since I knew Steven intended to enjoy the freedom to be a ?dominant? man and decide what I had for dinner I pretended to look at the menu as I surreptitiously looked around at the full tables. Furtively scanning the romantically lit dining area it was immediately obvious that we were going to stand out because there was only one other male and female identifying couple, and the other ?girl? was in her late thirties and clearly trans. Feeling a shiver of alarm I realised that we stood out enough for me to draw a few curious ?is she isn?t she? looks from the majority same sex couples having dinner. Looks which chilled me but delighted Steven as he perused the menu. Catching a glimpse of the occasional questioning glances coming my way I felt a shiver of apprehension and not wanting to think about what they must be thinking I tried to blot them out and fixed my attention on Steven sat opposite me. I sure he must have known what I was thinking because he had a shit eating grin on his face as he put his menu down and said taking my hand, "Relax Pam you look perfect." The waiter must have been watching because moments after Steven put his menu down he was at our table. "Are you ready to order Sir?" He asked in an effeminately ?gay? voice. "We are," Steven said confidently, "We?ll have a bottle of the Penfolds Reserve Chardonnay to begin with and I?d like a half bottle of the 2017 Bellefont-Belcier served with my main please." "And to eat?" The waiter asked giving me a smiling look. "I?ll have the Wild Boar sausages with caramelised red onion marmalade followed by a rare fillet steak, and Pamela will have the potted Morecambe bay shrimp with toasted brioche and the grilled chicken breast for a main, creamed potatoes and side salad with both please." Steven gave me a sly wink as he added teasing my ankle with his foot, "And can you open the bottle Bellefont so it has time to breath before I have it with my steak please?" "Certainly Sir." The waiter said giving my left hand glance as I sipped my second Martini, which made Steven leant towards me to take my ringed hand and whisper with a delighted grin as the waiter walked away. "You?re making just the right impression Pam because your body language is telling everyone in here that I?m the focus of your attention." I could see the delight in his eyes as he continued, "Also with us going out to dinner on Valentines day and how you have clearly dressed to suit the tastes of a more mature partner rather than the current fashions for girls of your age combined the ring on your finger, our obvious age difference just screams out that you?re my trophy trans girlfriend." Steven smiled and chuckled giving the back of my hand a sensual caress with his thumb. My god he was good at those sensually teasing caresses because I felt my cage twitching in response to his thumb as he added with his eyes full of glee. "Which is just what I want, and I don?t know if you noticed but that?s the second time that waiter has checked your ring finger out sweetie." "He thinks I?m?" I gasped, which probably looked to anyone taking any interest in us that he was whispering sweet nothings to me. "As intended he thinks you are my transgendered fiance, yes." Steven chuckled happily. "Oh god!" I gasped. I could tell he wanted to say something else but Steven had obviously seen the waiter heading back towards our table with the bottle of Chardonnay in an ice bucket, which he opened with a flourish and let Steven taste before filling our glasses. The moment we were alone again Steven added with a naughty tease in his tone, "Well that or they're thinking you are a high price shemale escort!" "Steven!" I gasped blushing brightly at the thought of being seen as an escort. Steven lightly laughed and said after a sip of his beer, "I meant it as a complement Pam, because you?re much better looking than the other three transgirls here." He obviously saw the question in my eyes, as he added, "The girl in the couple we passed coming in and there is a trans lesbian couple having dinner in the corner behind you." The food was delicious and I really enjoyed Steven selections but I think I would have rather had what he had as the scents from his sausage starter and steak main course had me envious. Although with the limitations of my tight girdle pressing on my stomach I doubt I would have been able to eat much of it because I could not finish the chocolate profiteroles I had for a sweet. Steven however had no such problems and cleared all his plates along with most of the cheeseboard he had rather than a sweet. He would have cleared the cheeseboard as well except for the fact that he did not like Brie. Our meal ended with an espresso and a brandy for him, while I had a latte and a small amaretto and it was one of the best restaurant meals I have ever had. Finishing our coffees and liquors Steven asked, "Have you enjoyed being my Valentines day date Pam?" "Yes," I said with a moderately alcohol soaked smile, "The meal was lovely, and," I gave him a silly smile, "The company was not bad either." He leaned forwards over the table and took my hands in his and said, "So can I take it as read that if I choose to lend you my keys we'll carry on dating after you go back to work?" He asked in a hopefully bossy tone. "Yes," I said with a silly giggle before adding when I saw the waiter hovering, "I think they want to get the table ready Steven?" "Good!" Steven nodded firmly as he waved the waiter over. Giving me a pleased smile he stood and held out his hand to help me up before he asked the waiter, "Can we have another round of coffee and liquors in the bar please, we?ve a half hour before our taxi is due?" "Certainly sir, please make your way through and I?ll have the drinks sent." "What?" Steven asked reading the question in my eyes as we found a booth in the bar area. "Just how far do you want to take this Steven?" After he had brought up the idea of dating after my holiday ended the booze finally loosened my tongue enough to ask him the question that had been running through my mind all day. "Because it seems to me you want more than just the next two weeks?" "We?ll talk about that later Pam," Steven said nonchalantly resting his hand on my thigh to sensually tease the shape of my suspender in a way that was at odds with his firm tone of voice as he closed the door on the subject. "For now that subject is closed, so just sit there and look like my pretty trophy!" "Yes Steven," I said looking at him with a feeling of delightful rush of submission as he laid down the law. He let out a little chuckle of pleasure and said, "God I love that expression in your eyes?" "Which?" I asked. "The submitting to Master look." Steven said cheerfully as the bar waiter arrived to serve our drinks. "Oh," I said with a blushing smile as he added with a domineering tease that he knew damn well went straight to my restricted cock! "And it makes me wonder just how far I can take it?" Perhaps it was the wine or just the atmosphere of the bistro but I was shocked to hear myself saying in a giddy tone, "As far as you like sweetie." I was even more shocked when I felt myself leaning forwards to kiss him on the lips! My sudden gesture might have been driven by the wine but I felt massive surge of delight at the expression on Steven face. It was something between delight and desire, and it really made my confined cock twitch as he said breaking the kiss with a determined smile! "I?m going to hold you to that my lovely!" Without even looking at the bill Steven handed over his card, and helped me into my coat before saying thank you to the ma?tre d? and walked me out saying, "That was just wonderful Pam, I hoped you enjoyed our date as much as I did?" "Oh I did." I told him leaning against him as we walked towards the road. "Good then you'll not object to us going for a bar meal and may be a show during your holiday." Just as we reached the pub where we were dropped off a taxi pulled up and a woman said, "Mr Templeton?" "I am," he said opening the rear door as the driver asked. "Girton isn?t it?" "That?s right," Steven said slipping his arm round my shoulder and holding me close enough that my only choice was to put my right hand on his upper thigh as she pulled away. As the car drove through the streets of Cambridge my hand of its own violation slipped onto his lap and as my extended nails teased the swelling I felt a thrill of excitement about giving him a hard-on as he gently nuzzled at my neck. I know I should have felt ashamed of myself for being so interested in his cock but feeling the tension my nails created in his trousers really excited me and as his lips reached mine I eagerly responded as his lips possessed me. Until Steven walked into my flat earlier I had only ever fantasised about being kissed and cuddled by another man, but in the back of that taxi I was necking with him like teenager. I could feel he was just as aroused as I was because his swollen cock was pushing at his fly under my curious fingers as we kissed and cuddled. Steven's hands were all over me, teasing my stocking tops and chastity through my skirt, which made my cock painfully try to swell inside its ridged polycarbonate cage sending my desire even higher. I was almost writhing with pain amplified arousal as Steven basically snogged me all the way back! "You were getting rather frisky there," Steven chuckled as he took my coat and gave my neck a teasingly sensual kiss once we were back in his front room. His teasing kiss ended with a spank on my bum as he said, "Go and put the kettle on Pam and then get changed into something more comfortable, because for all I adore you looking like that, I think we need to sit down and have a long talk about that question you asked me over our coffee?" "What question?" I asked feeling rather tipsy as I did as he asked. "Where we take things from here," Steven said, adding with a passing kiss, "I?m going to get changed love." Heading up to what I was thinking of as my room, I recalled the question and felt a chill run down my spine, did I really want to know? Fiddling the zip down the back of my dress was struggle but I eventually escaped its grasp and started to unfasten my girdle with a sigh of pleasure as I slipped it from my body. I loved the shape the girdle imposed on me and how feminine it made me feel, which made the discomfort of wearing it worth it. The moment my glued on breasts were freed from its grasp they started going everywhere, and it seemed like a good idea to me to put black and rose bra back on. May be it was the devil in me or simply because I adored the feeling of the fully fashioned stockings on my legs but I did not want to take them off. For a moment I debated about the matching panties but I did not want to wear a pair that I had been wearing earlier and with a giggled blush to myself I just fastened the matching suspender belt around my waist and clipped the tabs to my stocking tops before slipping on my nightdress. Perhaps rather foolishly I never considered the message that my stockings tops peeking out from under my short nightdress and its matching robe was going to send to Steven as I slipped my feet into my old slippers and carefully made my way back down stairs. I might have figured out walking in heels but descending stairs in them especially when I was a little tipsy was a different matter, which is why I bent Steven?s house rules and saw him looking unaffected by the bottle of wine and everything else he had drank smiling at me from the sofa with a look of appreciation. "Wow," he said standing when I reached the bottom of the stairs. "You look good enough to eat sweetheart," and gave me a long domineering kiss. Eventually lifting his lips from mine, he added, "I?ve made the tea." He was wearing a baggy pair of pyjama pants and a tight Cambridge University Cricket Club tee shirt which showed off his impressive physique and his well tattooed upper arms as he drew me down beside him. Handing me a mug of tea he said, "You asked me earlier just how far I wanted us to go Pam?" I nodded. He grinned and asked, "Sure you want to know lovely?" "Erm yes," I said feeling effects of the booze he had plied me with. "In the short term." He said pulling me onto his lap so I faced him, "I have no intention of letting you go home as a virgin because I?ve been looking forwards to breaking both your cherries since flew to Australia." I blushed at the bluntness of his words. He gave me an odd assessing look before adding, "Now I'll understand if you don't want to do it this was because it might sound a little weird, but when I take your virginity I'd like you to wear her bridal gown and make it a really special occasion by having a mock wedding ceremony first where we both get very dressed up do the vows. I'd also love you to stay in her wedding dress, until I take you to bed." I blushed as he hit another of my trans dreams, "I, I'd like that but the dress will need altering on the bodice to fit me even wearing these." I jiggled my left boob. "She was still bigger than me over her shoulders so for all I'll more than fill the bust it will still hang funny." "Well think of something for the day," Steven said waving it away, "And get it altered later." "I'd be lying if I said I did not want to do it for you Steven, because I've always wanted to wear a bridal gown, but why?" "Well that's down to my family," Steven blushed as he explained. "We would have been happy to pop down the registry office with a couple of friends, but work and my family meant it had to be a church wedding with all the trimmings. Obviously this was not to her liking because she believed that church wedding services were misogynistic and reinforced patriarchy. Digging her heels in she refused to get enthusiastic about the planning, which is why she let me pick her dress when we went shopping to find her one. She was a jeans and Doc Martins girl who did not like wearing dresses and skirts at the best of times. My god did she complain to me about the full skirted bridal ballgown I chose but she wore it because a dress like that would please my mother and she had been to enough company weddings with me to understand that at my level in the business such a dress would be expected by my bosses. In the end she wore for the minimum time possible and then got changed before I got the chance to really enjoy her wearing it, or getting her out of it. It's about the only experience regret not having during my marriage." For a moment he looked introspective before laughing, "Which is why I want you to help me cure that itch." Steven grinned seeing the compliance in my eyes and said teasingly, "Not that this pathetic excuse." His fingers caressed my caged cock through my nightie, "Will be losing its virginity mind, because now you're my sissy girl you'll never use this useless appendage for anything more than the toilet." He chuckled as his hand continued to erotically caressing back and forth from my cage to the skin of my inner thigh above my stockings, as he added lewdly pumping his crotch between my splayed legs. "The only cock you need to care about is this one!" I hesitantly admitted, "You?ve already made that clear more than once since you got me to lock this on me." "Just making sure you understand that I was completely serious when I told you that this," he teased my cage again, "Is a redundant appendage for you sweetheart." He grinned when I blushed and said with a blushed nod, "If you want Master..." "I do!" Steven told me pulling me close to nuzzling my neck, as he told me, "Now I can take you home on Monday as we agreed, but I?d much rather you spent all your holiday here with me. I think we should take this opportunity to see if we make as compatible couple in reality as we do on line by having you staying here as my live in submissive sissy girlfriend until you need to go back to work." I was tempted and before I knew it I said. "I think I'd like that Master Steven, but I?ll need to pop home to empty my fridge." "We can do that tomorrow. We have to take the things you sorted for me to the recycling centre, and then I want to take you down to London and show you some of the benefits of becoming my kept sissy." "And if this fortnight works out Steven?" I could hear the hopeful excitement in his tone as he told me. "Well that really depends on you Pam but I think I?ve got to know you well enough over the last two years or so to know that I can fulfil most of your dreams." He grinned and said as he reached beside him to hand me a square box, "Including this one sweetie which kind of answers your question as to how far I want us to go." Opening the box I saw a slender collar with a small ring on the front and an almost invisible fitting that secured the ring with a pair hex screws at the back. It was a slave collar, and wearing it would mark me out as an owned submissive to anyone aware of the BDSM world. "Eventually I want you to put this round your neck and tell me that you wish me to lock round your neck so you can move in and become my full time sissy wife." Steven said hesitantly. "May I?" I asked captivated by the shiny collar. "Please do," he said with a smile, before adding in a firmer tone of voice, "But you need to know that I want it all Pam. A permanent relationship where you give up both your future and gender completely for me, and accepted becoming my increasingly feminised submissive lover.." All evening I had been aware of my cock pushing against its confinement and I felt it pressing even harder as his words made me shiver with a mixture of excitement and fear of the unknown as I gasped, "Seriously?" "Completely!" He chuckled and I felt his cock swelling as it pressed on my right buttock as he carried on talking. "Now I know we?ve teased each other about me being your owner rather a lot since you locked yourself away for me but now I?m not teasing. I?m being totally serious. If the next two weeks work out the way I think they will, and you become my girlfriend then four things will happen before the Autumn." "And they are?" I asked feeling my heart banging with excitement. "Well first on the list is immediately taking you to the tattooist and getting you tramp stamped and marked as my property. Secondly you'll hand in your notice to your landlord and employer, and dispose of all your male clothes and accessories so you can move in with me as my full time sissy girlfriend unencumbered by reminders your failed masculine life. Thirdly as soon as it is possible I'll send you to see an old school friend who is now a doctor who will start your medical transition and change your NHS status to that of a transgendered female, and finally the day you finish work I'll file the papers to legally change your name to Pamela May Ashton, and begin stripping your public foot print of your old identity." He smiled and gave me a long lingering kiss, "How does that sound?" "Like a scary dream coming true," I admitted. "Eventually once you have hormonally bloomed, and taken a little trip to Thailand to address any physical issues I deem required we'll get married and there wont be any of these modern woke vows for you my girl. I'll expect you to vow that you'll 'Love, Honour and Obey me." Steven smiled and said tapping the collar in its box on my lap, "You can try it on if you want?" "Can I?" I gasped excitedly as he hit another of my long held dreams as I picked up the collar from its case. It was lighter than I expected as I examined it aware of his eyes watching me closely. I could tell from what he had said and his expression that he was deadly serious and stuttered after having second thoughts, "That would be a dream come true, but its too soon since... for you to be making a decision like that?" "I did say eventually Pam, and for your information its not too soon." He pulled a face and said, "I had a lot time to think about my life and future I wanted flying to and from Australia, and the main things that came out of those long introspective flights was recognising that," he gave me a very strange look as he spoke. "I had 12 bliss filled years with the finest woman I will ever meet. If I got close to another genetic woman I know I'd be unfairly judging the girl in question against her and that would not be fair because she could never compete against my memories." I looked at him astonished as he carried on. "Realising I'd never find the kind of happiness Kathy gave me with another woman made me realise that that a relationship with a sissy would avoid the issues the make genetic women a no go for me. When all this coalesced in my mind I recognised that 'we' might work and that I'd be a mug if I passed on the chance to have as happy a future with you!" I looked at him stunned. "After all Pam in so many ways you are almost perfect for me. You?re transgendered with a dated view of the feminine gender roll. You're in terms of height and build close enough to normal female parameters that you make a good transition especially as even at 22 you're still physically rather immature in terms of facial hair and your still boyish looking features. That immaturity in your physical development means that unless someone looks twice even without hormones you?re currently able to pass so long as you're careful with your feminine image and body language. Then we have how your mindset tends towards a decidedly feminine submissive roll which matches my more dominant male mindset. We have similar tastes culturally, from Sci-fi to music, we both share a love of vintage fashion, and we have a good match in terms of kink and fetish which means we're starting with a bloody good foundation for a couple to develop into a long term relationship resulting in marriage." Seeing me still holding the collar Steven said with a chuckle, "Go on try it on for size it wont lock. And I'm not expecting you to make such a life changing decision tonight or anytime soon but its only fair that you know what I want." Reading my face as I slid the collar round my neck and pushed it closed Steven added, "You know wearing that will make you look even more gorgeous and feeling it on your neck will always remind you of your place." He teased his hand back over my chastity with a gleeful chuckle colouring his words as he carried on, "Because if we do end up living the lifestyle I desire I want us to enjoy making you experience everything that we have talked about, and you have written about over the last two years." As he spoke my mind did a back flip as I carefully slid the collar round my neck and felt a rush of conflicting desires and emotions as I pushed it closed. Watching my expression Steven read my face and added with a pleased chuckle, "And I can tell from how you?re stroking that collar around your neck that you?re tempted..." "Yes," I whispered unable to stop myself nodding as he added with a mischievous edge in his tone, "I?ve already got you locked in my chastity and the only way you?re getting out is by letting me take your virginity and spending the next two weeks as my submissive sissy girlfriend." I blushed and admitted, "I was going to let you do that..." My blush brightened as he hit all my erotic buttons, "Master Steven." "God I love hearing you call me Master," Steven said with a delighted smile, "Now for all I am content to consider you as my girlfriend for the time being, be warned Pam because I mean it, if you commit to us being together in a settled relationship then it will be the sort of relationship where that gets locked onto your neck and you get a tattooed buttock saying you're my submissive transgendered girl." I gasped feeling a jumble of emotions as when he gave me a smirked grin, and chuckled giving me a quick kiss before shifting me slightly on his lap so I was no longer sat on his now erect cock, "Well you did ask sweetheart, and my property collar does look very sexy on you!" I blushed feeling my emotions going all over the place as I gasped. "I understand Steven," and rather reluctantly slipped the collar from my neck and put it back in the box before handing it to him. "Am I right in saying that even if I don't property tag you that you?re still curious about being inked for me?" Steven said with a faint sigh of approval as my hand brushed his cock. I nodded, "You know I am." "Good because I would love treat you to a trip to my tattooist and make you get a sissy pink bow tramp stamped on your back before the end of your holiday." He looked at my face and laughed, "Because I really don?t want to let you go back to work without insuring that you have a reminder of me that cant come off!" He gave me another long lingering kiss and added holding his lips inches from mine, "And correct me if I am wrong but I think I know that deep down you really want me to force you to get that feminising ink, don?t you?" I nodded blushing brightly, and said, "You're not wrong Steven." I tried to suppress the alcohol driven giggle that came from how erotic it felt to sense my cock trapped in its cage as it tried to swell in excitement as I gushed. "Just do please... I don't want to know what you what want get inked on me, just take there and do it with out warning!" "Seriously," he gasped, "What ever I want?" I could hear myself letting my constrained and demanding cock think for me as I said. "Yes. I want it!" "Oh wow! Can I?ll hold you to that?" He gasped excitedly as I blushed shamefully which made him add with a sly smile, "Can I have that in writing?" "If you want," I was burning with embarrassed excitement as I added, "Master." "I do!" Steven said excitedly, and forcefully pressed his lips back onto mine. As he ravished my lips I could feel his cock protruding from his pyjama's and pushing between my splayed thighs. I could not help giggling when we broke for air, "I think I can tell just how much you want to tramp stamp me?" "I?m sure you can," Steven chuckled. "Like what you are seeing my sexy sissy?" "Yes Master..." I whispered feeling a powerful compulsion to touch it. "Now I know you have never tasted cock before Pam, and I think its high time you did? Are you going to make me a very happy man by showing me what a good sissy girlfriend I have by pleasing me the way I want Pam," Steven said teasing his fingers over my satin and lace covered back? I knew what he wanted and it did not take Steven much more than, "Now Pam," to get me to give into my long standing curiosity about sucking a cock. Almost shaking with excitement and male shame I slowly slipped to my knees between his legs and hesitantly caressed his rock hard erection with my red nails. As I teased it with my fingers I could smell its musky scent and when he tapped me on the hand and said firmly. "Kiss it sexy girl!" I leant forwards and hesitantly pressed my red lips on the tip and kiss his manhood for the first time as he rumbled in a delighted tone. "Mmm, that?s it sweetie take your time, lots of kisses and licks as you get to know and love your masters cock." Oh god... I'd wanted to do this for so many years, and unlike many such dreams the reality was so much better than my imagination. His cocks texture, its taste, the sensation of it under my lips all made me wonder why it took me so long to give into my homosexual side... With gentle encouraging words Steven got me to spend an age that passed in a split second kissing and then licking his cock, before my inner sissy slut took over as I felt it slip between my lips. I felt the jolt of pleasure he got on my tongue as heard him sigh as my lips parted round his throbbing cock and I eagerly gave it a suck. "Oh.. Yeah..." Steven said in a sexual tone of voice that sounded glorious to my ears as I sucked him in a little further. "Mmm yeah, that?s it darling, worship my cock like the good sissy you are." I fell in love with his cock as I gave him my first blow job. It was a glorious sensation to feel his climax and I felt a shiver of delight as he chuckled collapsing back for now spent, "I hope you're not expecting me to reciprocate sweetheart because I'm going to be sexually very patriarchal from now on." Waking up next morning was another of those dreams becoming reality moments when I felt and saw his muscular, tattooed hairy arm holding me close. I was also kind of surreal because just as I had dreamed I was trapped by his arms with his morning hard manhood pressing against the cleft of my silk covered buttock. The sensation of being held like this was another thing that felt so much better in reality. Lay there beside him I felt both vulnerable and protected at the same time. With him holding me close with his semi stiff cock wedged between my silk covered buttocks I could not stop myself rubbing my buttocks experimentally against his manhood which made him sleepily moan with pleasure. The sensation of his cock and his murmur of pleasure woke my cock enough to begin another erotically painful futile struggle with its cage, but even that shock of pain did not dampen just how nice it felt to be lying there in his arms! It was scarily nice, and for the first time in my life I felt a sensation of contentment that I had never felt before from knowing that in his eyes I was already 'his' girl. The way his hand on my nightie covered false breast held me against him felt right in a way that I more than just liked... Lay there cuddled inside his cradling arm I found myself asking myself if a career in an industry I was already struggling ethically with was worth giving up a chance to spend my life as I always felt I should have had? Why not just give into the desire that had plagued me since I first dreamed of being a girl and gave him what he wanted? As the question ran round my mind I was aware of Steven behind me slowly waking as his lips found my neck as he rubbed himself against me. "Morning lovely," Steven rumbled in my ear as his unshaven face nuzzled my neck. After a minute or two he gave me a push as he rolled out of the bed and padded towards the loo calling, "Time to be a good trainee sissy wife and earn your keep by getting the coffee going for your future husband babe." "No heels sweetie?" Steven teased with a silly excited grin with his semi stiff cock pointing out of his pyjama pants when he walked into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I think we talked about that?" I sheepishly blushed and said serving setting his coffee on the kitchen table, "All I have is my slippers." "True, but we?ll fix that today babe." Steven told me slumping at the table and pulling me on to his lap for a good morning kiss, "Thank you for last night my lovely, it was wonderful and for a girl who?d never tasted cock before my god did you take to being my cocksucker!" I went red when he reminded me of how eagerly I went down on him the second and third times before we fell asleep. "You know after being married to woman who hated giving head I almost forgotten just how good a girls mouth felt and if last nights performance was anything to go by you?ll be giving me a lot more blowjobs in the next fortnight than Kathy did in twelve years!" He gave me a very naughty look as he added, "And your hot mouth has really wetted my appetite for the main event when I lift up that wedding gown and shag you into accepting that you need to become my full time submissive wife!" "Steven!" I said with my face flaming at his crudity. My expression made him bellow with laughter as he added giving my bum a possessive spank as he pitched me off his knee, "Don?t look like that babe, it was a complement! Since it?s clear I?ll need to keep my energy levels up I?ll have egg and bacon sandwich for breakfast." I hid my flaming face and busied myself making his breakfast! What?s the plan for today?" I asked finally joining him at the table with my usual toast and fruit breakfast. "Recycling centre, your place to clean out your fridge and then into town to get a few items like slippers with a heel, a good quality leather skirt similar to the faux on you wore yesterday and anything else that tips our fancy." I nodded sipping my tea. "Oh and take you to my tattooist because I know just what I want inked on you assuming you?re still willing to sign the consent forms that let me choose what ever I want?" God he knew how to motivate me because I nodded, and said blushing with a mixture of excitement, apprehension and shame about giving up another slice of my masculinity to him. "Yes, just nothing visible when I go back to work." "Good girl!" He chuckled, leaning back to produce two forms and a pen from the dresser behind him. "Just sign the bottom of both where it says." The first the document was a release giving the tattooist permission, and the second one was to give him the choice of what and where I would be tattooed. Almost shaking with excitement I signed them. "Good girl!" He chortled delightedly, "I just knew you would not refuse, and it will be discrete I promise because I want a quality sissy wife who will look demurely good on my arm in all circumstances, not some overly tatted up sissy trollop!" Watching me clear up after breakfast Steven was clearly enjoying my nighty clad image as he commented as I put the last dish away, "I knew you?d have the makings of a smashing wife in training Pam." "I like living in a clean orderly environment," I admitted. "So I see," Steven said with a grin standing to reveal his erect cock poking out of his pyjamas, "And talking of orderly your favourite thing in world really enjoyed watching you being all domestic darling!" He chuckled, adding. "Would my trainee wife like to show your man some love because the only way this is going to go down with you dressed like that is if you help it?" I can?t say I was eager to go down on his there and then, but the moment my lips came into contact with his almost velvet textured cock my enthusiasm sky rocketed! I had not realised just how turned on Steven had got watching me because it seemed to take next to no time before I felt his cock pulse on my tongue as he squirted a massive load of cum into my mouth! "God breakfast and a blow job that is the best way to start a day!" Steven chuckled, pulling me upright and giving me a lingering cummy lipped kiss. After ravishing my lips for a moment or two he gave me another spank on the bum and said. "I?m going for a shower, there is an en-suite in your dressing room for you to pamper yourself, and then dress in the outfit you wore yesterday. Did you bring your girdle and bullet bra?" "Yes," I said as he led me up stairs, "It?s in the draws." "Wear that under your skirt and top." "It wont work as the top is narrow strapped and will show the bra back straps?" "Good point," Steven said, "If you look in the hall you?ll find a pink cashmere Barbour jumper I picked up for you on the way yesterday in case the coat did not fit. Wear that over the satin camisole top you wore the other night with your skirt and boots." "Penny for your thoughts Pam?" Steven asked as we drove towards London after scarily sneaking in and out of my flat in case anyone saw us stopping off to clean out my fridge. Thankfully Mr Becket was not around but we were seen by someone up stairs as we left but I doubted they'd be able to recognise me at a distance from behind with my changed hair and look. "Somewhere between fear and excitement," I admitted. "Going in public last night was scary enough and now going home like this and shopping in London... Its all kind of overwhelming..." "Nothing to it doll," Steven chuckled, "Just cling onto my arm and look pretty. One thing about the smoke is even if you do get read no one will give a damn, and the kind of places we're going to be shopping today people are far too polite and sensitive about showing anything that could be taken as discrimination." Steven went nuts. Without a care in the world he led me through Oxford Street's designer outlets spending willy-nilly as he bought me outfits, lingerie, shoes and accessories until we were both encumbered with numerous shopping bags. "Steven!" I gasped when he causally spent a thousand pounds on a dress for me. "You shouldn't?" "Why not I dreamed of doing this for years?" He rumbled, "Having a girlfriend who accepts that I choose her outfits so there can be no excuses if she is not dressed to my taste." He lightly spanked my bum and said, "So hush up and be girlishly grateful that your man can afford to dress his trophy in the manner he wants." After about four hours of frenetic shopping Steven guided me back to the car, and a short drive to Notting Hill brought us to a tattooist. I almost shit myself when Steven led me inside and said the the tattooist, "I've an appointment with Jonny, my girlfriend is getting her first ink." "Steve-o!" Jonny exclaimed in the same sort of posh tones as Steven, "Good to see you mate." He nodded at me and said, "Is this your girlfriend?" "Yeah, meet Pamela." Steven said handing him the paperwork I'd signed. "She cute for a chick with a dick." Jonny said, "But you always did like the girlie boys at school so I can see why she appeals to you." I blushed like crazy when he casually called me a 'chick with a dick.' Steven laughed, "Yeah and she's perfect for me, she wants that nice pink bow tramp stamp I called you about Thursday." "No problem I can do that now." and said, addressing me for the first time, "If you want sweetheart?" I felt Steven squeeze my hand telling me to say yes, and nodded telling him, "Um yes please." "Great, slip off your blouse and skirt doll, and then lie face down on the table so I can get the flash on your back sweetheart." God it was deliciously humiliating to lie there in my bra panties and stockings as they discussed exactly where Steven was going to permanently marked me. "Just there is perfect." Steven said. I could feel the tattooist cleaning what felt like a huge area of my lower back and then something being pressed on with a cold liquid. I felt him peel it sheet off my back and then the pain began. When Steven said it was painful he was right, and yet the pain acted oddly like an aphrodisiac because I got very turned on as the ink was being indelibly punched into my skin. The tattoo took about forty minutes and as my new ink was covered, Steven teased, "Want to find out if your buttock is less painful?" Swimming in a sea of endorphins and sexual excitement I gasped, "Yes," and could hardly hear them talking with stimulation of being marked still making the heart pound in my ears. "You know that tat I talked about?" Steven said to Jonny. "Yeah, the risqu? one Steve-o?" He said surprise in his voice. "Yeah, free hand on her left buttock, so it won't show under her panties." Steven chuckled. "Okay never knew your tastes went this way mate?" He laughed spanking my bum, "I've got one too, took mine the other way of course, I'll make a point of introducing you to Clive my canvas at some point. He got a lot in common with this one." Jonny's hand came down again on my right buttock to emphasise he meant me before saying, "Slip the panties off babe, so I can ink your bum for your old man." Blushing with embarrassed excitement at being treated so patronisingly, I slid off my panties shivering when he saw my chastity and laughed. "I can see the ink is clearly appropriate Steve-o." I could feel the ink being driven into my skin but its was nothing like the pain still throbbing from my lower back. It can't have taken more than a ten minutes before I felt Jonny cleaning and dressing the tattoo on my buttock. "All done, you can get dressed now sugar and I'll leave your boyfriend to teach you how to care for them and book you in for next month to colour you butt and touch anything that needs it." "That sounds perfect." Steven glanced at his phone, "How about the 21st in the morning before eleven as Pam is booked at the hairdressers?" "Yeah I can do the 15th but it will have to be at nine?" "That's perfect as I'll probably have to come into town if a deal goes through we're involved in." He pulled a face, "About the only downside of being a partner is having to glad hand the clients when we arrange a big deal and with being off for four months on bereavement I'll getting a lot of the weekend and odd hours company representation this year." "Well I'm sure this one," Jonny again spanked my bum as I slipped my skirt on, "Will be taking care of your every need from now on, just like Clive does for me." I know I should have been annoyed with his patronising way of treating me, but like with being tattooed there was something delicious in the humiliation of being seen one of Steven's oldest friends as his 'owned' girlfriend. "I can't believe you went through with that for me Pam?" Steven exclaimed lifting me up and spinning me round as he kissed me. "With what?" I said loving the animation in his eyes. "Letting me tattoo you without knowing what I was going to get put permanently on your body!" "I... I... I wanted you to do it like that." I said still floating on endorphins as we walked towards the car. "I could tell," Steven chuckled as he helped me into the car, "And my girlfriend better be on her knees the moment we get home because my cock was rock hard when Jonny was putting what I wanted on your skin." I found out what he had put on me the following morning. Although it was a lot more flouncy than the simple bow I expected, I did not feel that freaked out about spending the rest of my life with a pink bow tattooed at the base of my back. However I was more than a little freaked out by what was branded on my buttock because in neat black letters on my left cheek was a scroll saying 'Steven's Girl and the transgender sign' across a love heart with a padlock piercing it. It was not very big and being inked more towards the inner face of my cleft it was hidden by my panties. I swallowed dryly as I looked at my 'decorations' realising that I would spent the rest of my life wearing that pink bow and anyone who saw my arse would also know I was a transgendered girl! "Just like I imagined." Steven said admiring my tattoo's as I served his breakfast in bed naked except for a pair of heels and a sleeping bra we had bought the day before. "Now be a good girl and suck your masters cock while I enjoy your decorated body over breakfast." Steven chuckled as my lips brushed his cock, "I always knew I'd really enjoy this if I ever found a the kind of submissive lover who would accept being my cock maid." He snicked, "I saw a fetish uniform with 'Master 'your name here' cock maid embroidered in the apron from a boutique in Brighton which might be worth investigating if we go for a dirty weekend sometime." Living with Steven for two weeks did take some getting used to. I was used to dressing most days, but then I was dressing for myself, and getting used to having to be made up and 'appealingly' dressed for his tastes 24/7 came as a hell of a culture shock. I was used to throwing a loose skirt and a nice top on over my underwear, while Steven liked me wearing my restrictive vintage underwear, stockings and heels under what I called 50's sitcom dresses at home, or very feminine contemporary skirted outfits in public. I got very used to getting changed from one look to another during the first week, and my hair and makeup skills improved dramatically as I didn't dare cut any corners because everyday Steven had me out in public. Some times it was to go shopping but often these public trips turned into the kind of upper class day dates that dating couples of his class did, like visiting the many museums on our doorstep. With the local shops within walking distance of his house I was introduced to what turned out to be a close-knit community as his new girlfriend Pamela, and although a few people obviously read me, in the main I felt I was passing. One of the stranger day trips was towards the end of the week when Steven took me dressed in my leather skirt, four inch heels and a pink silky top to a sex shop near Soho. It was enormous and catered to just about every kink two consenting adults could imagine. Needless to say in such a place I was read, but by then I was used to being in public enough to ignore the looks but I did blush when Steven said in the gay section. "My girlfriend wants to prepare for me so I don't hurt her, what have you got?" With my face ablaze I stood there as Steven and the female assistant discussed the pros and cons of various butt plugs and dildos for me. Eventually settling on a set of three butt plugs that increased in size and a scary looking dildo with a suction cup on the base! "Can I help you with anything else sir?" The girl asked as she rang up his sale, "Yes could you point us in the direction of some domination toys?" I had quickly discovered as we shopped that there was something very attractive about Steven's privilege upper class confidence for many of the good looking shop assistants. The girl in the sex shop was no different as he quizzed her about the various leather items on show he clearly enjoying her flirtatious come-on as she explained the advantages. Watching them I felt a sensation of annoyance at her becoming increasingly smitten by Steven. I would have loved to have been able to say something, as her flirty teasing selling style became increasingly more personal comments like. "Oh I just love these, they leave me... the submissive feeling wonderfully vulnerable." It was kind of embarrassing to stand there being a good trophy' holding his arm as a pretty salesgirl in a sex shop tarted herself at 'my' man in front of me. I'm not sure if it was annoyance or embarrassment I felt seeing her knowing, 'I'm trying to steal him from you,' smirk as she answered his questions about 'sizing' the kinky bondage gear. "If we were talking about you sir then I'd suggest the larger size but these are ideal for your partner." I can only assume that Steven heard the same almost transphobic edge that emphasised 'partner,' because he said giving me a 'lovey-dovey' look. "No the large size wont be necessary because my perfect girlfriend here is the all the submissive I need in our relationship aren't you Pam?" Steven lightly stressed the word 'perfect' which made the girl wince. Seeing her wince felt like a little victory, which I surprised my self by rubbing her nose in as I almost gushed, "Oh yes Master Steven." Although the girl was clearly still enamoured with him I did belatedly realise that most of her flirting came from not taking her eye off the sale ball. Having worked in a shop I understood that with every item increasing her commission that she wanted to keep the sale alive, and flirting clearly did it because Steven had a very full basket when he reached the till. Annoyingly even with her considerable commission earned she did not stop flirting with him as he produced his card again. Steven clearly enjoyed her selling style because he purchased a few more toys as we meandered to her till before saying. "I think Pam wanted to have a look at the play outfits, what have you got?" "Off the shelf in the 'straight' range we have the usual French and fetish maid uniforms, harem girl, and some fantasy costumes like the slave Princess Leia, Star Trek's Orion slave girl and few others," the girl said, "And in off the of the peg fetish wear we have some rubber and leather outfits like a gimp suit, a faceless rubber doll, let me show you?" "We only stock a small range off the peg, but we can make pretty much anything you can imagine as a custom designs if you want something more unusual." Steven nodded, commenting, "I'll remember that, but for now can we have a look at," and he was off adding another couple of hundred pounds to his bill. When the bill was totted up I was flabbergasted. Glancing at the bill Steven nonchalantly handed over his card and blew almost two grand in a sex shop, before we left the shop hampered again by bags! As started to get used to being Pamela all the time I was also starting to understand why the two young and gifted girls from college who married on graduation willingly settled for becoming a rich much older man's trophy wife. Having someone willing to spend on your appearance was intoxicating, as was the realisation that he was not treating me for the hell of it, he was clearly expecting repayment as his sexual playmate... If I become his full time girlfriend I would in effect prostitute myself for a comfortable high end lifestyle. It was a future that I shamefully found very appealing. I liked being with him and the sex was amazing, and would only get better when I realised he would make sure my transition resulted in the kind of high price hooker body needed to wear the kind of contemporary special occasion outfits he liked! Either regretfully or thankfully those outfits were in a potential future as my adolescent male body shape rendered the almost indecent club/party wear dresses out of contention. That said in the space of two or three shopping trips Steven still built me a contemporary wardrobe that although mostly designer label it still verged on the tastefully slutty. Steven enthusiastically encouraged me to use the butt plugs to get me used to having things there before he really 'fucked' me! Having experimented in the past with a vibrator I could understand why and started to wear the butt plugs daily. Over the first week I slowly worked up to the largest and on the middle Saturday of my holiday with me dressed in the bridal gown Steven took my virginity. The dress was miles to big for me in places but it fitted well enough for him to enjoy watching me struggle with the hoop skirts and veil as I walked down the stairs to the bridal march playing on a wedding information video he had edited to create the feeling a traditional wedding service for our mock martial vows. My second and final week with him continued the program of the first week. Lots of public exposure especially during our two day 'honeymoon,' when we met Beth one of his colleagues and her partner Susie for lunch in a Brighton gay bar. That was scary and unnerving, because Beth immediately read me when we joined them in the bar commenting, "She going to turn out really cute if she's on the 'mones Steve!" She gave him a dig in the ribs as we sat and added with a giggle "I've said to Susie a few time that with the amount of time you dedicated to looking good you had to be to some degree queer, and if you weren't so happily married you'd probably come out as one of us Steve." Glancing at me she said in a thoughtful tone, "Never thought it would be a tranny who floated your boat though, what with your university exploits I always saw you as the kind of macho man lawyer who would have an submissive Adonis as a trophy house husband." Unconcerned by her comment Steven said to me, "Beth and I interned with the same corporate law firm as postgraduates competitively chasing the elusive first job Pam." "Competition my arse!" Susie said handing out menus, "Even one in college knew the Etonian mafia already had you lined up for a position at HW and A." She glanced at me and added, punching Steven's shoulder, "I was at the same Cambridge college as Steve and Kat and I met Beth when we were both at their engagement do." "Good day for all of us." Steven rumbled looking over the menu and adding to me, "The grilled halibut sounds nice, fancy that Pam?" I could feel Beth watching me with a sly smile on her face that told me she was as aware as I was that he was telling me what I was having dinner. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her smirk break out into a grin as I said, "That sounds lovely Steven." "She might not be the Adonis I imaged Steve," Beth chuckled, "But she is submissive so I wasn't far wrong!" Steven and Beth had a friendship that brought out storyteller in them, and they had us all chuckling as we enjoyed a long lunch. Once I got over my shock at being pitched into his business/social world I actually enjoyed the lunch, Beth and Susie were welcoming and non judgemental which really relaxed me. Susie really surprised me when Steven nipped to loo after we had eaten, because she said as he walked away. "I don't know what you are doing Pam, but keep doing it, because today I got my friend back from his year in hell. So tell me how did you meet?" "We met online." I told her, "I write transgendered fiction for fun and posted them on an online story site. Steven read one of mine and sent me an email where he gave me a really good critical assessment of my writing style. Further emails followed, and then I lost my mum and not much later his wife was diagnosed, which led us to emailing each other as friends, which after she was hospitalised led to us text and later video chatting as supportive friends." "We had been online penfriends cum collaborating writers for well over a year when I lost my mum and Steven was great. So we were close virtual friends but nothing more. I'm sure neither of us expected that to change, after all I was career orientated and wanted to get ahead, and Steven was devoted to Kathy." "The she got sick and I supported him in the same was he supported me." I told her, "Just being there with lots of silly meme's, jokes and a cherry voice when he needed it." "Our relationship began to change a few weeks before she passed. Evidently when she went into hospital Kathy told Steven not to mope about after she had gone and find someone else. Without any family commitments over last Christmas when he was really feeling it I was available to vent to, and we got much closer." "So how did you get together?" Susie asked. "In a way by chance. I had some holiday to take before the end of this month which I had planned to spend it as Pam in Playa a resort in the Canary Islands until coronavirus hit the news." "Playa? As in Playa del Ingles?" Beth asked, adding, "We usually go during winter pride." I nodded, "Yeah, and I was really looking forwards to it until a guy on the China desk gave me chapter and verse on the infection risk of air travel. Hearing him going on about air travel being bloody risky after the big Chinese new year I decided to stay home, and Steven suggested that I could still spend my two weeks as Pam with him." I shrugged, "I said yes, and here we are." I ended with a sheepish blush, "Building a relationship that neither of us expected." "Well keep doing it because you're doing him the world of good!" Susie said forcefully. "Today the first day since last March I've seen him genuinely smiling and looking happy!" "I want to, but its complicated?" I said pulling a face. "Work or family complications?" Beth knowingly asked. "Since my mum passed there is only me," I said, "Its work. I work for a Texan-Global in their London based European office and they don't like anyone who does not fit their conservative ideals." "I can see the complication," Beth said, "But don't forget you have employment rights if you come out." "I know, and I've read them, and they're not much help to me just now because I'm on a one year probationary contract." I told her, "If they find out about Pam I might as well as kiss away any chance being offered a full time contract as they'll release me with a glowing reference and months sweetener pay." "That's a bugger." Susie said as Steven plonked himself down beside me. "What is?" He asked, sipping his coffee. "Pam's short term employment contract stopping her coming out." Susie said. Steven chuckled and said, "I can't see there being a problem if she comes out or is outed and looses her job after all," he mockingly buffed his nails adding. "I can afford to keep a trophy girlfriend!" "Bloody silver spoon." Beth said with a joked grumble." "Kettle calling a pot there... How much is Cheltenham Ladies again Susie?" Steven laughed. Once I got over my shock of being their meeting his friends, I really enjoyed the lunch and I left with Steven hoping that we did it again. "That's step two of my master plan," Steven told me with a mock maniacal laugh as he drove us home. "Introducing you to my friends especially those two, because I can be sure that by this time tomorrow anyone who needs to know will have learned that I'm seeing a cute tranny called Pam so no one will be surprised to see you with me in the future." He grinned caressing my leg, "If you take the plunge... Or... I do what you dream of Pam, and force you to become my wife?" I blushed, he was right... "Once you're really mine, we'll give it three to six months to get you used to your post social transition reduction in status, and really adapt to the requirement of maintaining your feminine appearance and deportment at all times," he rumbled cheerfully. "Before I start showing you off." Although his expression filled with anticipation as he spoke his eyes remained on the busy road. "It will also let the clamour die down about me finding someone else and allow us time to fly to Thailand and upgrade your appearance before I start taking you in small steps to business dinners and events as my permanent partner." At the end of my fortnights holiday, I was not in the least virginal (where it mattered) and completely besotted with Steven. I had really enjoyed my time as his 'trainee wife' and did not want to return to Peter's mundane life. Driving me home he was as frustrated as I was, and even asked after a brief stop for the essentials at a Sainsburys on the way home. "Don you really have to go back Pam?" "Yes." I said regretfully, "I don't want to but I have to for my career." "Fuck your career love, I can afford to keep you." He said, heading towards the Knebworth road. "So you keep saying, but I worked too hard to get out of Cumbria under my own steam to risk loosing my job and you did say all along this was for two weeks and then we'd see where things went." Grumbling Steven clearly did not like it, but accepted my going back was what we agreed. The only problem was I had changed dramatically over the last two weeks both physically and mentally. The physical changes were clear on my body, with my property branded buttock and glimpses of pink I saw in the mirror every day as I moisturised my skin. Going back to work was a shock. After two weeks of femininity I missed the soft fabrics, the feeling of my figure controlling underwear and my heels! Having worn nothing but heels for the last 14 days walking in flat shoes felt even more alien than the sensation of trousers constricting my legs. The mental change was also an emotional one, because I was also missing being in his presence. I missed his smell, the feeling of being no more than a room from him and this jumble of emotions I felt for Steven left me feeling very mixed up. It was like my mind had divided, the part of me that enjoyed my job was able to work diligently, even though all I could think about was being with Master Steven as Pamela. Thankfully work was busy so I did not have time to dwell on why everything felt wrong outside of his presence but it did! This was March twenty twenty, and the looming Coronavirus epidemic was dominating the headlines as it spread. I think everybody was starting to get worried about it, well everyone except Boris who was there shaking hands and huffing about it being 'just like the flu,' and Steven. Steven's view was more prosaic saying, "If it happens it happens, there is nothing you or me can do about it now, so why get worried about it personally?" "The climbing death rate..." I said. "Look at the demographics of the fatalities. Epidemics follow the same course every time, the weak, the old and the infirm die first in vast numbers, statistics don't lie, we're both under forty and are in good physical health, yes we might get it, but chances are we'll have an unpleasant illness and then get better without needing a doctor. If you're one of the tiny minority under forty who gets the full Monty Coronavirus you've around a 95% chance of surviving. They're pretty good odds for an epidemic." "But?" I tried to say we don't know that, but Steven was still talking. "I'm not one of the nut cases Pam. I'm going to take precautions, and follow the advised guidelines and then some but I'm not super scared of it personally because its unlikely to do me much harm touch wood. I am however terrified about what it will do economically to the country, because a full blown pandemic on top the cost of his bloody Brexit does scare the shit out of me." Although I really liked the sex, and the associated play with him, one of Steven's most attractive qualities was his 'normal' conversation when we were in what I termed to myself as boyfriend girlfriend rather than master and submissive roles. Towards the end of the fortnight we had spent together this had been the main mode of the relationship. That's not to say Steven wasn't the unquestioned head of the house but our interactions were a modern take on the traditional 1950's patriarchal relationship. I had been back at work for almost two weeks when the management called all the junior staff into a meeting. Our department managers and their boss had called us in to tell us the companies plan in the event of the UK following most of Europe into a lockdown. I don't know if Global, got a heads up of the plan from people inside government but we were told if Boris announced a lockdown then our jobs were safe, but should expect to be put on a reduced wage furlough. "When is it likely to happen?" Someone asked. "We don't know, but expect it sometime next week." The big boss said, "Now I know many of you are from distant places and live alone and I'm sure some of you are already thinking about going home in the very near future rather than being forced isolated here. Therefore I have decided that as of today everyone on a standard probationary first year contract is authorised to take up to a weeks leave from tonight. If you've already made your mind up just let David or your supervisor know, if you've not and and want to head home just your manager know by email in the next twenty four hours or so and we'll see you after it all goes back to normal." I wasn't the only one who told my manager there and then that I wanted to take the holiday. Getting out of work a little later the first thing I did when I got to the train station was call Steven, who knowingly chuckled as he said. "Trust me when I say there's no if about there being a lockdown any more Pam, its just a question of when? I've had a quiet heads up over lunch with an old school chum in the home office telling me that it will be Tuesday or Wednesday. As my chum took a phone call over lunch about air time on Monday, I'm guessing there will be a Monday announcement effective Tuesday, which means you need to get ready." "In what way?" I said, "I've got a food, as did my monthly shop last weekend?" "Not that sort of ready." Steven laughed, "To get ready for me to pick you up Pamela because you can forget it if you think I'm going to let you, my property marked sissy, loaf around at home alone for a couple of months when you could be isolating in my house where I can make sure you spend your days training as my trophy wife." "Erm, okay." I said hesitantly feeling like I was in an out of control car as Steven said. "So it's agreed then," Steven said, "Be ready for me pick you up on my way home from work around eightish." I tried to say something but I'm not sure what but before I could attempt to voice any objection or modification he was saying. "Now don't fret about not looking perfect I don't expect perfection as we're in a rush, so the sooner you get home and changed the better Pam, because you'll have to clean out your fridge and pack everything you'll need for an extended stay love." The delighted tone that had bubbled under his posh voice ripened into an excited drawl as he added. "Other than family photos bring nothing of your old life Pam, because I think we should use the lockdown as your as a real life test trial run since you'll be spending the next few months fully in role as my beautiful, submissive fiancee." He chuckled, "Oh and I dare you to wear that fetish cock maid uniform I got you last weekend when we were in Brighton. It will be dark so no one will be able to see that under your coat you've dressed as a slutty bondage maid for your boyfriend." His chuckle turned tempting, "And if you're a good girl and look hot enough I might lend you my keys." Steven did not make the offer very often, and since he had caged me the only time I had been let out of the chastity was when he cleaned my penis and the reasoning behind the bondage toys he had splurged on during one of my early London trips became apparent. . This was the first indication that he had been telling the truth when he said he had a long time to think about what he would like to do me flying back from Australia. One of his early comments after I put myself in the clamp was to approvingly tell me how it was designed to deny the wearer any sight of their genitals. He was telling the truth because wearing it all I could see looking down my body and in the mirror was a pale pink dome between my legs. He was not joking about making sure I never saw my genital because Steven used the bondage toys to effectively isolated me from getting any pleasure from my penis's freedom when he cleaned me. With me chained spread eagled to the bed I was unable to touch my genitals, and neither did he let me see the evidence of my birth gender as he had locked the head harness he bought on me. When he bought it that was all it was but the one he locked on me combined a blindfold, cock gag, and earphones that let me hear his voice or bubble gum pop the whole time I was free of the cage. So far when he had offered my chastity key I had yet to meet his esoteric criteria and it was an effective motivational aid, because it stimulated me to perfect 'Pamela' and the build up of frustration eventually resulted in me using the sucker backed the dildo on my chair. At first it just felt uncomfortable but the more I used it the better it began to feel until I was finally able to cum from riding the dildo. Although I was training myself to make sex a better experience for him, there was always the hope that I'd get more than a fleeting sensation of relief during the split second as I came. No matter how much I used the dildo I didn't and every time the resulting orgasm was ruined by my unyielding chastity. However with how turned on Steven was able to keep me even that nanosecond moment of relief was better than nothing, and over the last couple of weeks I had become very familiar with the sensation of riding something cock shaped in my bum! Needless to say the desire to win an unfettered orgasm was at the top of my mind as I pulled out all the stops and even locked myself into the five inch stilettos heels that came with the uniform. Admittedly by then I had already locked myself into the dress, closing the decorative but functional lock at the neck of the dress, and a smaller lock hidden under the apron to secure the dresses tight integral corset. As I admired myself in the obscenely tight maids uniform after doing my makeup and hair I was filled with a feeling of delightfully perverted submission as I tied the apron embroidered with, "Sissy Pamela, Master Steven's Cock Maid," for all to see. The heels felt really high and combined with the devilishly tight skirt I almost tottered out of my bedroom hampered by my makeup box. Thankfully I was used to my three inch 'comfortable' heels and after about five minutes practice although were high the heels became manageable, or would have been if my skirt had not been so tight fitting. The only way I could walk in the heels and dress was to reduce my step to a short stepped catwalk type gait that felt very unnatural. Wanting to win the orgasm I was still intermittently walking and resting my feet when Steven let himself in, calling, "Honey I'm home." At some point during the fortnight I 'lived' with him he had made a copy of my door key and since 'we got together' he came and went as he wanted insuring that I spent all my free time as 'his' primped and prettied Pamela. Saying, "Make us a mug of tea please Pam, I'm gagging," and with a loud sigh he collapsed on the sofa adding, "Man, what a crazy day." "Had a mad one?" I said giggling to myself when I saw the awestruck look on his face as I minced towards him with his tea on a tray. "Wow! I can wait to get you home and have you dressed like that Pam!" He said with a lustful smirk. In his distraction as I tarted myself he almost sent his tea flying as he reached for it clearly more interested in examining me wearing the fetish uniform than looking at what he was doing. I'd be lying if I tried to say that I had not been bothered by how he was going react when he saw me in the uniform because I was and I felt absolutely delighted when he said a hungry tone. "That uniform looks even better on you than I ever expected." He grinned and said, "Now since you're advertising you're my cock maid and I don't have time to give you a good shagging right now?" He gave me a naughty grin and clicked his fingers pointing between his legs as he spread them. "I suppose long sensuous gobble will have to suffice Pam," he grinned adding, "For now at any rate." He grinned as I slowly managed to kneel saying. "You know love, I must be the only person at work who's looking forwards to being sent into lockdown." He looked tired and was clearly in not the most proactive of moods because he didn't even bother undoing his belt, and it gave me a very mixed up thrill when I saw my deep red nails slowly revealing his cock. As I started to flutter butterfly kisses on him, Steven said. "No need to rush doll, I want to enjoy getting my first blow job now that next weeks lockdown is going to commit you to being my wife in training for the foreseeable future." "You know if it goes on long enough just think you might have worn your last a pair of boy's shorts and trousers ever honey, isn't that a nice thought?" Other than the odd comment about how much he was looking forwards to training me to be a good wife, which was basically as a glamorous corporate trophy wife in public and a submissive 1950's minded wife/maid/sex toy in private. I'll admit I'd had missed having his cock and as I sated his immediate carnal desires, Steven nonchalantly finished his tea and said. "Thank you Pam." He let out a breathless chuckle and added as I licked him clean, "I can see you really want to win yourself an orgasm tonight?" "Yes Master Steven," I said buzzing with hope. "Good girl!" He laughed and pulled me into a kiss before rather patronisingly checking my flat, to make sure that I had closed the gas valves, taken out my rubbish, and emptied my fridge leaving the door propped open properly. "Excellent!" Steven said, helping me into my coat, telling me with a bossy chuckle and a spank to keep the top button loose to show off 'his' decorative neck lock. Leading me to the door he chuckled. "Got everything and the kitchen sink I see," as he relieved me of my door keys and put them in his pocket adding, "I'll keep hold of these for now darling," and my rather large suit case leaving me with my handbag and makeup box. Using his key, Steven opened my flat door and made me walk out. I could hear the tinkling of the locks on my ankles as my heels clicked on the hallways floor tiles. With a cheerful chuckle he closed and locked my door behind us and with a huff of delight slipped his arm around my waist and guided me away from the few masculine clothes I still owned. Sods law said that just as we walked out the building Mr Becket from down stairs walked in. He gave me a strange look of semi recognition that quickly turned into disgust when he realised who I was. Muttering, "Shouldn't be fucking allowed!" He stomped to his doorway glaring at us. I could feel his dagger eyes burning with derision into my back as Steven escorted me out saying. "We've got to be at Jonny's first thing in the morning to get your tattoo finished, and ask if he can add a tongue piercing. I've also changed your appointment with Helen so that you're getting a real long term social transition makeover. Annoyingly I've had to arrange a taxi to take you from Jonny's studio because I've got to go into work for a couple of hours. So while you're getting your transition makeover I've got more than enough time to see who I need to see at work, and electronically clear my desk to my home office. Fingers crossed I'll be done before picking you and will pick you up the way home." He finally noticed my fearful glances back at Mr Becket now glowering at us from his window as he opened the passenger door for me to get into his car and said, "What's up?" I tried to admit that I was worried about the openly homophobic Mr Beckett seeing me dressed, but Steven just cut me off saying crudely, "Fuck him, if he can't handle it that's his problem not yours." "But he'll tell everyone." I said apprehensively. I was not so much worried about the other residents, with one gay couple in the house already I did not expect any problems from them. However, if it got back to work that I was trans then I felt sure that I'd be black balled in the notoriously straight American company. It was an unwritten rule you don't get promoted if you were LGBT. Most LGBT applicants were screened out at interview, but the few that slipped through screening and were offered a graduate entry, or came out after they started left without fail with in a year of work finding out, with a great reference and a pay off to sweetie the reason of course. If I got 'outed' at work, I'd eventually have to leave because there is no way they would renew my contract, which meant I'd probably lose my flat because that was on a tenancy arranged by my employers. As I tried to explain this to Steven he just laughed and said clearly ignoring my employment fears, "So what? If anything he's doing you a favour by telling everyone, because it means you'll no longer have to worry about skulking about trying to avoid being seen as yourself by your neighbours Pamela." "But what if it gets back to work?" I worried. "So what if it does," Steven said, cheerfully, "Having you outed as trans would suit me because then I could get rid of those disgusting clothes you have at the flat to insure that you had to work as yourself Pamela." He chuckled and teased my nylon covered knee as he reversed out saying, "Finalising your socially transition at work would save me the problem of getting you habituated to how being seen as a woman has devalued your status, especially in the eyes of an employer." "Steven joking aside, I work for an American company with a record of discriminating against anyone who does not meet their Christian criteria." I said. "They despise transpeople and I'm only on a twelve month provisional contract, they could finish me at the end of next month and then I'd be screwed." "No you aren't." Steven said, "Because you have me!" He squeezed my knee and added with a laugh, "Well you would be getting screwed, but only in the carnal sense since I would be the one screwing you, so losing your job and future is a benefit for me I'd say." His laugh boomed round the car as he turned towards the A1. "Because if they do kick you out it and you can't find another job before you flat lease expires it means I get to move my sissy girlfriend in with me even sooner than I hoped!" He placed my hand on his cock and said. "Where I can get you permanently collared and in my bed." His tone was still jocular but there was also a very serious edge in it when he added with his cock stiffening under my hand. "And finally be able to really start transforming you from a part time sissy girlfriend into my full time pre-op future wife." That shut me up! I could tell he was being totally serious. Although I should have given how his suggestions always ended up becoming reality, I had never though he was talking seriously when he teased me about how losing my job would suit him as it would force me move in with him. Steven knew I was serious about my career and was under no illusions about my choice if Global offered me a full time contract that I would put my career first. Having looked into my employment chances since my holiday just in case I did get 'outed' at work or decided that I wanted to come out as trans and live as Pamela, I felt pretty sure I would be able to find another job pretty quickly. My qualification was in short supply and with the sort of glowing reference Global would give me to hush up any claims of discrimination I suspected that I'd be able to find work in my field as Pamela with a more progressively minded company. As Steven expounded on his intentions for 'our' future together I kept asking myself if my chances of employment would still be the same in the soon to be post coronavirus world? It was kind of reassuring hearing how serious he was about having me living with him full time and I could see that submitting to the future he wanted would be an easy way out if I got busted. This made me ask myself if he had deliberately put me in a position when I'd be outed to Mr Becket? That idea lasted the split second it took me to realise that things happened far to fast from my phone call to him picking me up to predict that the only neighbour who was likely to kick up a stink about me being trans would be there. I did shamefully accept that if Becket did kick up enough to a stink for work to find out Steven would probably be delighted because it would mean there was nothing holding me back from transitioning even if I found another job... I could almost felt the routes out of becoming Pamela for real closing as we drove towards Cambridge. Sat beside him in his car I felt hyper aware of Steven teasing his hand on my stocking covered knee as he told me about how we were going to live for the next few months. All the ideas and scenarios we had kicked around from the moment we started emailing had coalesced into his plan for us living a normal 21st century life, but under 1950s style gender lifestyle roles. "You're going to spend the foreseeable future becoming increasingly aware of appearance, because from today Pamela you're my live in girlfriend until this shit ends, and I'll expect you to look like it at all times. During the day I want you to keep yourself immaculately presented from 8am until bedtime, and heels of three inch are a must at all times. If I catch you without them you'll be wearing four inch locking heels which will result in your Achilles tendons shortening until you have to wear heels to walk comfortably!" He snickered, "Although I might just do that anyway since I know you have something of a fetish for your ankles tendons atrophying." I blushed brightly in the darkened car because he was right, it was a fetish of mine! "Now since this is hopefully the first step on your social transition I think it would be a very good idea if you to read your way through the classic female literature, Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Black Beauty that sort of thing so when you are presented in public as my trophy wife you have a sound knowledge of shared cultural experiences." I sheepishly said, "Erm I already have Steven, I read them when I was at school." "Why am I not surprised to hear that! Still there are also the classic female appealing telly programs like Ab-Fab, Buffy, Sex in the City, also many chick-flicks and romantic comedies. I'd also like you to get some traditional female clothing experiences. Like wearing a school uniform, a prom dress and slutty club wear basically the kinds of things a girl your age would have worn." Humiliatingly for me Steven was almost buzzing with glee when he told me how the lockdown had just improved the prospect of him successfully stamping out my remaining masculine interests and habits. "I 'm hoping you'll get you so used to being a girlie-girl that by the end of lockdown the idea of returning to masculinity becomes an alien concept, and talking about Aliens." He said teasing my stocking top as he drove us up the motorway. "Since you like science fiction and fantasy as much as I do I think it would be great if you expressed your fandom in cosplay." He taunted the inside of my thigh as he added. "I've got my mothers old sewing machine in the attic so you can learn to make your favourite outfits, starting with a short blue Star Trek dress because I dreamed a few times of bending you over and fucking you in a Star Trek Uniform.... Oh and I have something of a fantasy of you dressed as Jessica 6 in the short turquoise dress next to me in a Sandman's Uniform at a big comic con." There is no way I could pull off that dress I don't have the body for it!" I said regretfully. "Give it a couple of years Pam, and I promise you will." Steven said in what I called his Master tone. "Hormones will do most of it, and then I'll get best surgeons in the world to finish the job." "Yes Master." I said feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassed humiliation at the prospect of him sending me under the surgeons knife to insure that I was inescapably feminised to his tastes. Steven had obviously had thought about being locked down with me because when he escorted me in his house there was Champaign waiting in the fridge. After a glass each he really surprised me by releasing the locks on my dress and heels saying, "I'll shag you in it next time doll. I want to make tonight special for you Pam so I've put a dress out for you last night, go and change while I fix us some snacks to nibble watching Norton." The dress was a little black Gucci number with a golden belt that made me feel like a million dollars when I preened over my reflection before rejoining Steven, who seemed intent on charming me into submission. It was wonderful and finished with me crying out in pleasure numerous times as we made love. True to his words after he was spent, Steven let me out of my chastity for the first time in a month. Unfortunately I could not do much about it because just like when he cleaned me my arms and legs were cuffed to the bed, and I was wearing the head harness, blind folded with a penis shaped gag in mouth hearing either his voice or more bubble gum pop! "I believe its already shrinking," Steven teased after he coxed my straining cock into a brief orgasm that was both intensely satisfying but unsatisfying in its duration. Sucking noisily on the cock gag as the rush of pleasure I felt losing some of my frustration calmed me. As my cock relaxed Steven quickly cleaned me up with a cold cloth that quelled my immediate ardour for long enough for him to reassembled the cage around my cock ensuring that I safely locked back in chastity before I could 'pop up' again. Tapping it he chortled, "I think that is enough of that for a wee while darling, I don't want you to get too post orgasmic." I could almost see the confident smirk on his face as he said in a teasing tone, "After that I can't think of any reason to keep this embarrassing excuse for a penis lose any longer, can you Pam?" Since my mouth was full of rubber cock my 'Yes' was completely unintelligible. "I didn't think you would," He chuckled and turned the key in the lock. "Which is a bloody good thing too because I'm sure these things give girls like you bad ideas." He snicked, "Which is why I need you in one of these lovely things until the hormones and an Orchi make sure you can't." I was making numerous attempts at disagreeing but all that happened was me making all kinds of sluttish a cock gagged sounds while Steven was confidently saying. "I think you'll also agree that letting you orgasm like that any more than once a month or so is just greedy." He teased my confined cock as he said, "My word the sounds you are making sweetie, you're making me think you want me to take liberties with this." His hand drifted up my body between my glued false breasts to tap my gag, "Because your sluttish sucking sounds gives me all kind of naughty ideas, like this." Steven twisted something in front of my mouth and removed the penis gag leaving my mouth held open by the ring portion. A pair of reins were clipped to the edge of the gag, and he steered my opened mouth on to his cock, which I noticed he had cleaned since we made love. "I've been looking forwards to this," he chortled as he fed his impressively large cock into my mouth. "This is fucking great," as he added, "Giddy up," and shook the reins. For the an unknown time he used me like I was his sex toy and it had my recently drained cock straining in its cage. As I was still blindfolded hearing bubble gum pop the feeling of helplessness and the sense of being dehumanised was amplified as he used me like an object. Embarrassingly I loved how it felt to be used like that. Both times he came all those erotic sensations were multiplied and I got a massive buzz of sexual humiliation when I felt a damp patch under me and saw his delighted grin as he freed my head harness and limbs. "God I love how kinked you are Pamela!" The way he hugged and cuddled me afterwards told me he enjoy it just as much as I did. Eventually Steven said more than a little regretfully as he got ready for bed.. "Slip your nightie on babe. We've an early start tomorrow or rather you have if you're going to be presentable before we leave here at eight." I was presentable, but only just, because I was still messing with my hair as he hurried me out of his house and into his car. Arriving at the tattooists I was soon bent over with the ink being punched into my back. Steven had to go before the tattooist was finished with my tramp and butt stamps. "They look great babe, feminine and submissive," and with a firm spank on my skirted non tattooed buttock I was off a taxi to the hairdressers. When Steven said the works he meant it. Helen got her nail girl to give me ten acrylic false nails that looked amazing but rendered my hands almost useless for a few days. While my hands were being crippled, Helen spiral permed, and then permanently dyed my hair a rich reddish chestnut colour. My eye brows which had hardly grown back in the last month got a more extreme arch plucked into them by her zapping tweezers. As she worked on my eyebrows she commented, as she moved on to plucking and zapping the tiny hairs in my 'monobrow' area. "Aren't these electrolysis tweezers brilliant? You've hardly had any regrowth in your brows since I tidied them up last time." Electrolysis! I want to yelp seeing my now feminine thin arched eyebrows. I had read enough transgender erotica to know that electrolysis permanently killed off the hair by burning out the root and by the time Helen mentioned it she had already sculpted my eyebrows in a pair of very defined feminine arches! "Since you're a bit thin in places Pam, you might want to think about getting the ends micro-bladed at some point." Smoothing a soothing cream into my scorched forehead Helen commented, "You'll need another couple of treatments to make sure your boy brows don't come back, but we've made a good start to your full time social transition." She looked at me critically, and cryptically said, "You know you something, I think you are right when Steven told me about how you thought your nose needed something to distract from its size, a piercing would look good.... I get Mandy to do it when she does your ears with another pair of studs." Judging me ready, Helen handed me over to the make up artist and Mandy, telling them, "Make her up really sexy. Not OTT but more in line with the classy upper class slut look that will make her boyfriend want to rip her clothes off when he sees her," and left me in her hands until it was time to release my curlers and finish my first real hairdo and makeover. "Like the new you Pam?" Helen said with a pleased look in her eye when she finally let me see myself. I was everything with my reflection. Delighted, horrified, turned on, cringing with embarrassment all at once. The golden stud in my left nostril looked huge but fitted the glossy red lipped sex vixen makeup and I loved how looking like that made me feel. Yet at the same time looking like that also generated a surge of repulsion when I saw my image. My heart sank knowing that the nostril piercing, which had to stay in for at least two months, combined with my now permanently feminised eyebrows meant it would be my altered appearance not Mr Beckett which would 'out' me at work. This one makeover had fucked any chance of me being able to go back to Global without them knowing I was transgendered after the lockdown! That should have scared the shit out of me and it did, but at the same time there was also an element of relief at knowing that the cumulative effects of Helen's treatments had in effect committed me to having to living as Pam from now on. I loved how I looked and as I followed her to reception I felt like I was floating on a cloud. "Same time next month Pam?" Helen said opening the booking book. "Yes please." I said hating my eagerness to repeat the experience. "And could you do my eyelashes with the long lasting ones?" "Yes of course, it will need a full day though." Helen told me. "I can do that." I said, "Steven won't mind." "Okay I've booked you 9am third Saturday of next month, for roots, nails, eyebrows and a makeover." "That's wonderful Helen," I gushed as she glanced at the messages. "Oh your boyfriend called a twenty minutes ago to say he'll meet you in the alternative book shop over the road." She chuckled, "They do a surprisingly good coffee in the reading nook." From the door of the hairdressers I could see the upper stories of my work office and preying no one I knew could recognise me in a skirt, heels, and winter coat I dashed over the road to the book shop. The the hairdressers was not the only LGBT owned business in the area, and over the last few years if had started to develop in to a rather hip little gay village on the outskirts of the town centre. Unsurprisingly the alternative book shop was part of the LGBT business community, and I could see in eyes of the guy on the counter that he had read me, but Steven did not care when he jumped to his feet saying enthusiastically. "Wow! Pam you look great and that slightly more reddish tint in your brown hair, really brings out your eyes!" He cheerfully pulled me into a long kiss before slipping his purchased book into his pocket, and said taking my hand, "Shall go head home?" The following Monday Boris announced the lock down and with in hour of his announcement my phone pinged with an email from work saying I was officially furloughed on 60% pay (my salary was over the maximum to claim the 80% most workers got) and I was confined with Steven at his house. As the infection and then the death rates starting rapidly climbing I think we both knew the lockdown was going to go on for a couple of months at least, which gave him lots of time to solidify his 'ownership' of me. Having already 'lived' with Steven for two weeks, I thought I was used to being Pam but as I found out over the next three months I was sadly mistaken. The short winter days had limited most my public excursions, but living with Steven and the lockdown rules meant that quickly changed. Thankfully the requirement to wear a mask in public, did make things a little easier in broad daylight at first but as I adapted to being always seen as 'his' girlfriend I was quickly aware of one major downside. The sheer amount of time I had to dedicate to my appearance just to undertake even the most basic of public appearances really started to get to me. Steven was very understanding, and commented, "I've an old school chum who can probably help you out with some of your issues sweetie. I'll give him a bell in the next week or so and get him to fix you up with a few things that over time will make life easier for you." I said please do because unlike when I lived with Steven in February the weather was spectacularly hot and sunny throughout April and that meant I had to be very careful about getting ready for a thirty minute walk to the shop and back. I guess I had been 'living' with him for about a month when I started going to the shop on my own, because although I was on a furlough for the duration, Steven was still working by teleconferencing from his own home office. Since I wanted our time together to be special it seemed logical to me that I started doing the basic shopping (milk, bread etc) after my housework without disturbing him. The other advantage of me going out alone was it increased my confidence in myself and still allowed me to spent a good few hours most afternoons getting an increasingly noticeable outline of my high cut racer backed swim suit tanned onto my skin in the garden while he was still beavering away in his office. Most days he finished work around mid-afternoon when we took our permitted hours outdoor excise. Even though I had already been shopping, these walks always seemed to involve a stop at the co-op, where I was introduced to his mostly academic neighbours as his fiancee! I'm sure that living on the doorstep of Cambridge most of the university staff recognised instantly that I was trans but were too well mannered to ever comment. Steven did not care about anyone knowing. He had no qualms about being known as the guy with the transgendered girlfriend. The thing is I did, and I wanted to pass where ever I could stealthily and Steven's openness about my gender with his friends made that impossible when we came out of lockdown. Much to my surprise I was not the only transwoman in the town. Alison was around fifteen years older than me and knew of Steven through her husband's membership of the same golf club. Although the club was closed for the duration, she had heard on the grapevine after my February stay that Steven had a 'tranny' girlfriend, and after noticing us taking our exercise walking around the playing fields around fourish she arranged to bump into Steven and I as we walked back during first week of lockdown, and we quickly became the best of 'girl friends.' Alison had transitioned at university, and lived with her building contractor husband and stepson on the other side of town. She had done the full legal gender recognition certification so that she could officially marry as man and wife. Since Steven had no intention of ever letting me go all the way through to the final surgery getting the same certificate was never going happen for me. There were two reasons for it, and they were both tied his delight of soft domination. The first was he liked knowing that I had to identify myself on all 'official' documents (like the census) as his transgendered female 'wife.' The second was purely personal, he found the 'chick with a useless dick' more attractive and sexually appealing as a partner than females and males. Since that was the sexual aesthetic that appealed to him, Steven got quite a kick from arranging things so that I had no choice but to appear as the kind of transgendered woman that attracted him. "I rather like the boy with a cunt aesthetic as well but finding the right type of boy trapped in a girl's life who would bend to my domination like you are doing is rarer than rocking horse shit! Still one day maybe." He laughed, telling me how he would train the 'boy' into a pocket Adonis with 1950's gender etiquette. My outfits broke down into three basic categories, the 1950 vintage look, which was either stay at home house wife or office dress. However the most common of the three styles was the kind of clothes that rich men's trophy girlfriends wore, high heels, short skirts, little black dresses basically the very classy slut look you saw the girlfriends of many single celebrities wearing. The final category was the fetish and cosplay outfits he loved making me wear almost as much I loved him making me. There was some thought behind him treating me like a walking talking dress up doll. I quickly came to know that when he wanted me dressed in my 1950's office look I would be being shown off as his eye candy to a client or workmate. The first time it happened he was speaking to a Japanese company, and called me into his office and told me to make him a pot of tea. When I returned with a teapot, and the works on a tray, the Japanese executive laughed and said something in Japanese, which made Steven chuckle and respond in the same language. In the flurry of conversation the only word I recognised was shemale, and blushed realising that Steven had told him what sort of girl I was. Steven waved me away with a dismissive swipe of his hand at the office door, and said something in Japanese to his business friend. After a few of these online reveals to his work mates and clients, I had got rather used to being called in during a teleconference to serve him tea or fetch a file. So I thought nothing odd when his bell chimed when he was working, and I assumed he wanted a pot of tea, as I automatically checked my appearance before tip tapping up to his office. Instead of the business meeting I expected, Steven was slouched back with his feet on the desk joking with a casually dressed bloke of his own age. "This is her," Steven said, as I came in. "My Pamela, Pam this is my old school chum Giles why don't you come and say hello," and patted his lap. "Hi," I said sitting mostly comfortably on Steven lap with his arm around me. "So you're the Pam I've heard so much about," Giles laughed, and asked when I started dressing? Giles was very easy to talk to and before I knew it I was telling him all about my early life on the farm and how I started to dress. "So Steve tells me you want to transition?" I could feel Steven stiffen against me before he relaxed as I said with a blush of anticipation and embarrassment. "Yes that's right, it's something I've been dreaming about since I learned it was possible when I found Caroline Cossey's autobiography in the library." For the next fifteen to twenty minutes I happily chatted about my painful adolescence and how seeing my self as being gender and sexually 'broken' meant I always felt alienated from my school mates. Giles asked more than a few pointed questions that sent the conversation off on another tangent that was still related to my sexuality and confused gender. Given how cleverly he phrased some of his questions I should have realised he was gender assessing me long before he surprised me saying. "Well my dear, what with knowing Steve's tastes from sharing a room with him for four years at school when first told me about you I was highly dubious that you were as clearly transgendered as he said, but he is completely right. You certainly more than fit the parameters required to confidently assess you as transgendered and accept you in to treatment, and with your health record I can't see any reason to deny your request." "I'll start you off on a strong anti androgen and the maintenance dosage HRT and after you have been on the medication for a month or so I'll pop round or more likely get an agency nurses to visit you for a check up and take your bloods. One of each pill twice a day after eating and whenever possible try to take them at the same time each day as your body likes regular cycles. Most important of all Pamela is once you start taking the medication you must take it every day otherwise you're risking having your endocrine system go haywire, and you really do not want that." "If you adapt well to the medication and your blood tests come back in the green I'll tailor your ongoing medication to your blood work, and if all goes well I can fairly confidently tell you now that you can expect to start showing signs of female secondary sexual characteristics by the end of the summer." "That would be great Giles," Steven said with a pleased rumble in his voice, as he said to me, "I'd murder a pot of tea pet," and sent me on my way with a spank on my bum! As I walked out I could hear Giles saying. "She's gorgeous and like you said almost the perfect psychological candidate for gender reassignment treatment Steve." The closest I came to backing out was when I saw him place two pill bottles on on the kitchen table Saturday morning. Giving my expression and amused look he said in a calm serious tone of voice, "Giles sent me your medication Pam, and I want you to start taking them from now one." He tapped the a pill out of first bottle, "One of these blockers." He tapped another pill out the second bottle, "And one of hormone's." Holding them in his palm he smiled at me and said. "Well?" There was nothing stopping me leaving, the door was there at the end of the hall, and a bus ride would take me home. Seeing the pills for the first time made me realise just how serious he had been during the time when he erotically teased me online about force feminising me. I was torn, a big part of me wanted to run away from what those pills would do to me, and yet at the same time I felt an almost driven to take them and accept my fate.... Steven pointed to the brown pill, "This is a very a powerful androgen suppressant which will quash your clit until it slumbers comfortably in its cage. While this one," he pointed to the purple pill, "Is the female hormone tablet that will overtime feminise both your body and your mind." I am sure Steven probably got a kick out of seeing on my face just how terrified I was of what the pills were going to do to both my body and my employment prospects. I'm sure he also read in my eyes that I would take them because he said with a bossy smile, "Open wide sweetheart you're going to be hormonal from now on," and held the pills to my lips. I big part of me did not want to do it, but I could not stop myself obediently opening my mouth and shamefully letting him slide both pills between my lips, before lifting a glass of orange to my lips saying, "You'll be take your medication religiously twice a day from now on Pam." I could not deny that as much as they scared me I also wanted to take them. Burning with anxiety I swallowed the pills with the juice without complaint. The look of glee in his eyes as he made me open my mouth to check that I had swallowed the pills chilled and delighted me equally... I could almost feel them fizzing in my stomach as he said delightedly. "Well my darling you're officially a pre-op transgendered girl on hormones, and you've got to take them on a regular schedule to feel their benefits. Therefore after breakfast and dinner I will give them to you so I can be sure that my girlfriend remains healthy during your transition." As he spoke I humiliatingly recalled what he had told me about how making me take hormones and androgen blockers regularly would not just trick my body into a second feminine puberty, because over time they were also going to chemically rewire my mind from male to female thought processes.. "I can't wait for the first time you start crying in a weepy movie Pam because I'm really looking forwards to enjoying you slowly losing your masculine tastes and emotional control, and I sometimes find myself wondering what more typically feminine fears and phobia's you're going to develop." Although I have not asked and Steven did not say, I can only assume the pills he had got Giles to prescribed for me from the second month on were much stronger than those given to girls starting their transitions on the NHS because he had only been feeding me the second batch of pills twice a day for a couple of weeks when I felt the first noticeable effect of the changes in my hormones. I was hanging out the washing and got a hot flush and then a few weeks later towards the end of May, during one of the regular 'cultural retraining' date nights Steven arranged, much to his delight I got a little weepy watching 'Love Actually.' Since the Covid rules said we could not go out dating, Steven arranged versions of usual dating events at home, casual movie nights, formal dinner dances and going to dress up theatre performances watching streamed live plays, musicals, opera and ballet performances. Around the end of May some six weeks after Steven put me on hormones I started to feel a little weird, for one my sense of smell changed and I became increasingly aware of odour and for a few weeks I could not get enough of Seven's musky body odour. I wasn't feeling ill, listless or anything but I just felt a little odd, and then my nipples started itching almost to the point of hurting. With Steven working six or so hours of the day, after I had done 'my' wifely duty and taken care of the housework I had a lot of time to search the internet. Since Steven liked to see me from his office window tanning the swimsuit outline on to my body. I spent more than few afternoons on my phone in the sun. Once I started getting flushes I naturally went to the internet and discovered after watching numerous transition video blogs that many of the 'girls' I watched noticed the same first effects after the change in our gender hormones. Being far more knowledgeable about computing than Steven I could have easily avoided the monitoring software he set up to make sure my browsing was of 'acceptable' subjects, but where in the past I had always been very conscientious about internet security I just could not find the energy to be bothered about him know what I looked at online. Most of the sites he blocked were not the sort of thing I bothered with to begin with having never watched sport or had many traditionally masculine interests so being restricted to netball, tennis and gymnastics was not a burden. Oddly having never like sport as a child once Steven started making me watch 'feminine' sports he managed to get me hooked on netball. After finding me watching a video of a netball coach explaining to her team how to keep fit for netball in lockdown Steven get me a practise hoop and before making me follow the training video. There was of course another motive because he also ordered for me at the same time a high school gym uniform. Purple pleated gym skirt and knickers, sky blue v- necked tee shirt, matching blue socks, and pink wedge heel trainers! Steven explained the uniform was not just for his voyeurism, but because doing outdoor gym in such a uniform was another of those shared feminine experience he wanted me to have. It also got me very used to changing my makeup and outfits during the day. A couple of weeks later instead of netball, I was doing a dance class video for an hour every morning. At first I just wore my gym skirt but eventually as Steven changed the video, the dance classes became orientated to the erotic forms of teasing, such as lap dancing, which of course meant Steven's voyeur side supplied me with more suitably slutty dance wear care of Mr Internet! As the lockdown progressed as Giles said a nurse paid me repeated visits to take my blood. Although Giles called often after giving me a brief check over and pronounce my transition was proceeding smoothly, Steven usually arranged things so I had to rush off to take something out of the oven or take the washing out. It was not long after Giles told Steven that my blood work was excellent that my hot flushes came to an end. The scary thing for me was not much later I started to notice the effects of doubling my daily dose of hormones beginning to show. It was nothing obvious to Steven but I really noticed how my skin was changing, it felt softer and what little body hair escaped my weekly covering with depletion creams got finer. What he did notice before I did was how sensitive my nipples had become... "Your nipples are starting to bloom Pam!" He exclaimed in delight after his teasing of gave me my first nipple rush and it had me writhing round on his lap during one of our mock cinema dates. As much as I enjoyed the new sensations my now active nipples gave me, the fact that it happened so quickly alarmed me. From the moment Steven 'pushed' me on to HRT I had been looking forwards to getting a nipple rush and for all I adored the sensations his fingers could give me I had not expected them to turn on so quickly or become so powerfully erogenous so suddenly. Needing to know if this was usual I spent my afternoons 'free time' the following week in my swimming costume sunbathing while watching my on my phone HRT vlogs and chat streams by other transgendered girls talking about how they responded to hormone treatment at the start of their transitions. Commenting to one of the vloggers on a live stream about my first month or two of HRT, made her suggest I should 'join the girls' and vlog my transition. Steven thought this was a great idea and wrote a script based on what he watched me chat with the group about, and what he overheard of my now regular phone conversations Alison. Presenting me with his script he said, "I think you should take that girls advice and vlog your transition babe," and fetched his fancy camera to film my first upload. If I am honest it was not very good, the lighting and sound were poor, and I did not know my lines well enough stop myself diverting from the text he had crafted. Steven was all for doing it again after he had got an external mic and something called a ring light, but I thought it looked great. It was just the right kind of amateurish first vlog that most transition vloggers posted. With in 24 hours of it going live on YouTube I was swept into a global support network of girlfriends who were more than willing to talk things HRT through with me. I liked all the girls but I get very chatty with Wendy a girl from Australia who was about six months ahead of me in her HRT program. I had been following her for about four months before I posted my first YouTube video, and she was one of the first people to contact me. In her brief message she suggested I relaxed my language as I sounded almost like a lawyer at times. "My boyfriend is a lawyer and helped me with the script." It was not until after I hit enter than I realised I had described Steven as my boyfriend to a stranger for the very first time. Of all the girls on the internet I got to know Wendy was the one I felt most kinship with, because we were the same age, had similar original body shapes and we both escaped from a life sheep farming to university. Being only a few months ahead of me Wendy was a font of reassuring knowledge because she had also rapidly felt the initial effects of treatment, and was able to tell me this was not particularly unusual. She also told me that having an easy start indicated I would swiftly make an excellent physiological transition to a feminine hormonal cycle. Counter balancing Wendy's reassurances was the worry I had about how feminine she had become after only a six months of being on the same hormone replacement and androgen suppression therapy as I was being given. "I finally gave up trying to look masculine last month because no matter how hard I tried I looked like a bad drag king... My god it felt liberating to walk into work dressed as myself for the first time!" "What do you do?" I asked. "I'm a Doctoral research student in astrophysics." She said with a smile. "You?" "Network coms programmer." I said, "If they'll have me back after the corona is over." I pulled a face, "I don't work for a very progressive company, and they don't know I was going to transition." "Ah!" Wendy said understanding my predicament. Although I loved how the hormones were feminising me, at this point I was still expecting to go back to work after the lockdown. It was very sobering approach of reality on the horizon when Boris announced his roadmap out of lockdown in mid May. Having watched just an hour of so earlier Wendy's ninth month of HRT vlog where she talked about her 'drag king' moment I was sat beside Steven listening to the pompous pillock in Number 10 going on about a gradual easing of restrictions. As Steven gently stroked my arm his fingers felt electric, and I sickeningly realised that if our leading morons gradual return to something like normal lasted for more than another month or so there was every likelihood I'd suffer a similar embarrassing 'Drag King' moment if I tried to go back to work as Peter Ashton. This was worrying and not just because I did not want to end up humiliated in the office. I might have struggled ethically with what my employers did but I also genuinely enjoyed my job and did not want to loose it. However, with Steven making sure I took my medication on time every day without fail, would I be able to go back because I was getting very anxious about the pace of my hormonal transition. The couple of online girl friends Wendy has introduced me to who had also progressed as rapidly as me had both told me how they started show the initial signs of secondary gender characteristics developing around month four. If that was true for me then going back to my old job might not be possible at all. After listening and watching me discussing this with the 'internet girls' Steven wrote the script of my month three video. Reading the script gave me the opportunity to talk to him about my employment fears now I was starting to show signs of transition. "If they don't offer me a full time contract and I don't find another job then I'll have to give up my flat in two months, because they organised the rental." I told him feeling a little weepy, which was another visible side effect of my hormonal alteration. "I don't want to have to go back to Cumbria." I wailed. Listening and nodding as I rambled through my fears and woes, he eventually burst out laughing and said, "I don't know why you're sweating about it love. All you need to say is you want to stop to Giles and he'll give you the detransition meds when ever you want, but," he smirked, "We both know you're not going to do that, are you?" "No." I said quickly, for all the trouble my visibly transitioning body was going to cause in my professional life I liked the effects and delighted in what the hormones were doing to me. I loved how they made me feel and how they were making me look... "So what if you are starting look feminised Pam, I'm certainly not going to be complaining because I love how as the weeks go by the HRT is making you look ever more feminine and as for going back to Cumbria that can't happen, because as you well know I can afford to keep you so in the style I wish you to become used to, so what are you worrying about?" He gave me a kiss, saying. "Selfishly I hope you do get outed at work or get so noticeably feminine you can't face going back to your old life." I blushed, a part of me actually shared his wish... Steven bloody well knew it too because he grinned and said in a mad scientist voice, "Because then my pretty it means you're all mine to reshape into my perfect trophy wife. A good looking, well dressed, university educated, articulate and alluringly feminine transgendered woman who I know is totally devoted to me." My guess is sometime after Steven got me to post my first video on YouTube someone at work found out about my transition. I guess in the slowly coming out of restrictions world we were in during 2020 where people had spent almost three months isolation seeking entertainment online my video being seen by someone who knew me was bound to happen. Things we being to slowly get back to a very changed normal when I began to worry that I had been outed to work after Micky sent me a very belittling meme mocking transwomen. To this day I don't know how they found out. It could very easily have been Mr Becket who started the ball rolling but if I am honest I can't see me as being the only trans or trans curious person in the London head office. Anyone who knew me and saw the video would have not struggled to recognising me in the photo timeline at the start of my 'coming out' video. However it came about once the rumour reached the ears of HR I suspect that they probably exercised their right to check my medical record. All it would have taken was a brief look to confirm the rumour. Unknown to me at the time, once I had started taking the medication he prescribed Giles was legally bound to alter my records indicating my perceived gender status had changed from cis male to pre-op transgendered female undergoing hormone therapy. In the notes section he also stated that I intended to officially change my name to Pamela May Ashton in the near future. When Micky sent me another lewd memes about being trans in the work place I knew it and looking at the meme of an unshaven man in a business skirt suit captioned call me Mandy, I burst in tears and realised that for the foreseeable future my career had just gone up in flames. Micky kept bombarding me with nasty memes and salacious messages to the point of being a complete arse, but thankfully the same could not be said for Carol, my departments secretary, who phoned me when she found out. "Hey its me Carol." She said hesitantly clearly unsure about how to address me. Feeling the devil in me responding to her unusual timidity I bluntly said getting it in the open. "You've heard that I've come out as trans I suppose?" "Yes, and seen the video." She told me, "Everyone has thanks to that moron Michael." "I guessed I had been outed after he kept sending me mocking transgendered memes and bad sexist jokes." I told her, aware of Steven watching trying to hide his delighted grin. "He thought it was funny to out you to everyone," Carol said clearly angry about it, "Anyway I just called to say if there is any and I mean anything coming from within the company that you think is out of order tell me and I'll rip them an even bigger arsehole than the chunk I tore out of Michael this afternoon." "Thanks Carol," I said, "That's kind of reassuring." "If you need to talk I'm only a phone call away dear." She said, before asking, "So Pamela when did you first start feeling that you wanted to be a girl?" "I've wanted to transition pretty much from the moment I discovered there were boys and girls." I told her, "I've been thinking about since I left home and I spoke to a doctor about transitioning when I was at Oxford." "So why now?" She probed. "When I was on holiday in February I tried a two weeks under the real life test rules and it felt normal in a way that I had never felt before." I half laughed, "I expected I'd have a good few months to break the news gently before the treatments started to really show." "You know how this will be seen at work?" "Yes. Fortunately my skill set especially with what I have learned over the last twelve months is in demand, so finding another job won't be hard." I told her crossing my fingers. Although there was something very appealing about becoming Steven's kept submissive girlfriend, if I could I also wanted to carry on my career... "So what do your family think about you changing into Pamela?" She asked after an advice filled conversation about where to apply and how to approach interviewing when you present as a female. "There isn't any unless you count a father I have not seen since I was six and I don't." I told her, "My boyfriend approves though." Steven gave me a pleased grin as I added another nail to my employments coffin! "Boyfriend?" She said, "You kept that quiet." "Can you blame me at Global?" I giggled, "They never would have offered me the job if they knew I was queer and since I only expected to work for them for a couple of years I forgot to mention it." Carol was a bit of a dragon at work, who kept a department of egotistical nerds working smoothly with a sharp tongue and kind words. However during that hour on the phone she was a wonderful comfort blanket! Three weeks later I was officially notified that my contract was not going to be upgraded to a permanent one due to Covid restructuring. There was a very flowery letter thanking me for all my hard work, and a very generous severance package along with a copy of a gold plated reference saying they were sorry to see me go when personal issues made staying with them impossible. "I could probably hang draw and quarter them with this if you went to court claiming you were finished because you came out as trans Pam." Steven chuckled, tossing the printed email on the table. "Personal issues made staying with them impossible, makes it sound like it was your issue not theirs that forced you out early," he laughed, "Who ever wrote that really needs to see a lawyer first because it all but admits that the reason why they did not keep you on is because you are queer!" "Not that I'd fight it mind," Steven chortled pulling me onto his lap, "Because it means there is now no reason why I need to let you go back to boring male life." He gave me a long kiss before adding, "Now I can really start training you all the skills you'll need to be my trophy wife." "Such as?" I said teasingly batting the false eyelashes I had learned via YouTube how to apply at him hopefully enticingly. Steven laughed, "Not those skills darling, you're picking the sex toy side up without training. I was talking about practical skills, such as dressmaking, flower arranging, belly dancing and the hundreds of other quintessentially feminine hobbies that are available to occupy the time of trophy wives like you're going to become." He kissed again me saying, "Because before long I?ll get Giles to jack up your hormone prescription again and in a month or two my kept woman will be really blooming in the breast and shrinking her in cage." He chuckled, "But you won?t miss it because by the time you realise its dead you?ll have a hopefully big pair of blooming tits blocking your view and since you?re unlikely to grow to the size of your false ones I?ll buy you a the implants to bring you up to a D cup as my Christmas present, so your the same size or if I am lucky a bit bigger than your current breasts Pam!" Steven was really hitting all my fantasies and fetishes and my cock started leaking and twitching inside its cage as he carried on. "And once you have bloomed I?ll take you to the registry office where Pamela May Ashton officially becomes Mrs. Steven Templeton my trophy wife!" Grinning with delight he said, "Now don?t worry Pam, I?ll treat you right so long as you accept that I am the head of the house and make the decisions." "Well," he said, and placed the box containing his collar on the table before me, along with a legal deed-pole officially change my name to Pamela May, rather than Peter Mathew Ashton. "What are you going to do?" The End Trish 2021.