I woke up feeling cold. When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in what looked like a restaurant kitchen.
The head of human resources was sitting on a wooden bench.
I knew immediately that she was right because I was still dressed the way she described.
“Why did you allow this?” I asked.
“I thought it would be fun to have someone who would do exactly what I say,” she replied, clearly satisfied.
“I think you’ve picked the wrong person!” I said, still confident. She handed me her phone, and I immediately knew she was right and I was wrong.
I put my hands to my face. I felt something, so I looked at it. “As you can see, our boss has agreed to it as well,” she said with satisfaction.
She showed on the next foto how it happend.
I’m sure you’d rather not have these images shared, especially since you first came across as a sissy and later as an accomplished sissy helping someone de-stress.
So from now on every workday, you will come and go to work as a husband. In the morning, the girls and I will transform you into our secretary, and you will remain in this role for the rest of the day. In the evening, you will return to who you ‘originally’ are. There will come a time when you have no choice but to surrender, and then you will be completely mine and serve me all day long.
I feel she is right, but how long can I put it off?