CHAPTER TWELVE

The Morning After

His sleep was filled with dreams. He relived over and over again how he had become aroused when the women had dolled him up. It seemed as if his subconscious was giving him permission to enjoy his dilemma. Still other dreams told him that in order to survive he would have to obey his capture He dreamed of whips, and jerked in bed each time one hit his body. Guilt flooded his consciousness whenever his parents appeared in a scene. They seemed to be just looking on coldly, unable to help him at all. Pain, pleasure. Pain, pleasure. Which should he choose? The soft night clothes continually reminded him that the women treated him nicest when he was dressed as a girl, and the pain in his rear when he rolled over sent a constant message to his brain of what could happen if he disobeyed.

Susan was in the room to greet him when he woke up. "How's my little angel this morning?"she asked sweetly. "Fine," he mumbled. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he saw that she had the whip tied around her waist like a belt. Immediately a shiver shot through his body. "You go ahead and wash up while I get your clothes ready,

she said.

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As he left the room he felt a tingle of anticipation for what lay ahead. Mentally, he slapped himself. "Are you beginning to enjoy this? What is wrong with you?" he reprimanded his thoughts. He brushed his teeth and then washed his face. As he dried himself he leaned closer to the mirror and scrutinized his arched eyebrows. Susan had expertly matched their subtle curves and brought out a whole new look to his face and suddenly he

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found himself admiring her work. He caught himself with a jolt and walked back into the bedroom mumbling threats to himself. Susan came over to him and began the day's wardrobe by rolling a pair of patterned white tights up his legs.

They had intricate designs running all over them and gave his legs a shapely contour. A padded bra came next and then a lacy white slip. She removed an extremely short light yellow dress from its hanger and helped him step into it. It fit well but he thought that it was way too short. "Don't you think that the bottom is kind of high?" he inquired. "That's called the hem, dear," she corrected him. "And any girl with legs like yours should be proud to show as much of them as possible. There's nothing a man likes more than to see a woman showing off her best features," she finished with a smile. The ensemble was completed with a pair of yellow heels that perfectly matched the dress and further slimmed the look of his legs.

"We are so lucky," she beamed. "My daughter's clothing fits you perfectly! And I bought her so many nice things I can't wait to try them on you!" He sat down as she began to remove the curlers from his hair. It fell in beautiful curves and flipped up gently at the bottom. She brushed it out and parted it in the middle so that the front rode gently on the swell of his breasts. "We'll just use a little make-up for day wear, she informed him. A touch of green eyeshadow and brown mascara accentuated his eyes while a light coat of lipstick, in a shade matching his pink nails, adorned. his lips. She patted him on the shoulder and he rose to look at himself in the mirror.

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Once again he was startled by the results! He took a few slow steps while he admired the leggy creature in the glass. He brushed the hair away from his face and smiled as the light glistened on his shiny nails. Susan just stood by silently.She had worked hard to make him look as best she could in hopes that he would come to love his new role. She certainly didn't want to have to keep punishing him and as long as he was reacting this way.

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