itsmeganprincess:UnexpectedConsequencesFictionby meganprincess‘Show daddy your pretty outfit, Emily.

itsmeganprincess:UnexpectedConsequencesFictionby meganprincess‘Show daddy your pretty outfit, Emily. Good girl. Being aslutty maid suits you doesn’t it? Turn on your microphone, princess. Very goodgirl. Hold your hair up. Both hands. Hold it up and tease the camera. Turn yourhead from one side to the other. Smile. Flirt with the camera. Run your tongueover that pretty red lipstick. Daddy likes that shiny lip gloss you have on.Emily loves wearing makeup for men, doesn’t she? Say it.’‘Umm. I like wearing makeup.’‘No, princess. Start over. Use your high-pitched girly voicefor daddy. Go ahead, Emily. Hold up your hair and say it.’‘I like wearing makeup’‘You like wearing makeup for men. Say it right, Emily.’‘I like wearing makeup for men.’‘Do you like wearing your pretty maid uniform and high heelson cam for daddy? Answer me, princess. Run your hands up and down yourstockinged legs and say it.’‘I love wearing my high heels and maid uniform on cam fordaddy’‘Very good girl! Now tell me your name and say you want tobe a girl while you cup your breasts and smile at the camera’‘My name is Emily and I want to be a girl.’‘Do you wish you could dress like this all the time and havea big, strong boyfriend, hmm? So you could suck his hard cock, Emily? Suck onthat dildo, rub it on your face, and tell me, princess. Now!’‘I want a boyfriend so bad so I can suck his yummy cock. Iwish I could always wear pretty dresses and skirts and makeup.’And then the screen went blank. Wow! What a rush! Being usedon camera by a complete stranger. I mean, I didn’t even know his name. He justmade me call him daddy. He knew my name though. I guess I should explain. I waskinda new to all of this stuff. In all other respects my life was ‘normal’. Ihad a girlfriend and everything. Her name is Ariana and she is really pretty.She is 5’2’ with sexy long light brown hair. I missed her a ton. She lived anhour away from me after I moved away to go to college. It was my first year.Nearly the end of my first full semester. Almost time to go back home for thelong summer break. Ariana was in her senior year of high school. I was 18 andshe was 17. She is so hot. And rich, too. Her parents own several hotels in thebig city where we both come from. They live in a huge 10-bedroom mansion. I amDave, by the way. I was trying to get a degree and go into the hospitalityindustry. Wasn’t sure what I would really do for a career– just like most first-yearcollege students. Anyway, about me? I dunno…I am kinda short at 5’7 but I amfit and have what some might call a swimmer’s body. Tight and compact. I havelong hair for a guy. It is brown and goes over my shoulders. Why am I tellingyou all of this? I guess I am just nervous even writing this. But I kinda haveto. Things are out of my hands now and maybe this will help me come to termswith it.Anyway, to get back to my story…I have always had fantasies.Like about forced feminization, humiliation, light bondage, spanking, chastity,and blackmail. I’m all over the place! I’ve done pretty well keeping a lid onit but college gave me so much more freedom and time. And anonymity. One night,alone in my apartment, I was looking through porn sites, while wearing afavorite pair of panties, and saw a banner ad at the bottom of a sissyhumiliation video:Now that Craigslist personals are gone – where we willyou go for hot hookups, sissy? Try doublelist.com and make your fantasy come truetonight. It’s free!Before I knew it, I was logging onto the site and writing upan ad for myself. I didn’t put much thought into it. I knew that putting apicture with my ad would probably help. So I took one of me from the yearbefore. It was a little blurry and I didn’t really have any makeup on but Iloved the outfit I was wearing in it. My favorite schoolgirl uniform. My handswere on my hips in a slutty way. When I was done, the text to my ad read:‘Inexperienced sissy seeks confident dom to tease me aboutfeminization and blackmail. Maybe meet up for spanking session or more?’I honestly didn’t even think I would get any responses. Itwas a Sunday night and early. Hardly the best time to be trying to hook upprobably. But within minutes I started getting emails. BBC studs. Othersissies. A couple. A poser. And then…him. Right away he was different. Rightaway he was pressing my buttons. Buttons I didn’t even know I had:‘Daddy here. Write me back if you want to be my feminizedlittle toy. All relationships based on trust. If you want blackmail play justlet me know. I can make all of your fantasies come true, sweetheart. 45 y/o,6’3’, 8-inch cock, all man. You will call me daddy at all times and you WILL betreated like the girl you are.’I felt precum leak into my panties as I reread the lastsentence. I quickly wrote him back. We traded several emails. At first, he justsubjected me to light teasing about blackmail. Then teasing about outfits hewould make me wear. Teasing about putting me over his strong knees and spankingme with his belt. Teasing about putting me into ballet heels and attaching aspreader to my ankles and a ball gag in my mouth for a good paddling. Along theway, I told him little things about myself. My school. My major. Stupid stuff.Even my favorite animal, of all things. I tried to exercise some caution. Ionly told him my first name. Still, he offered the perfect mix of light teasingand name calling with a more subtle menace which just drew me to him. He mademe feel feminine and docile. Compliant. In one email I told him about my girlyclothes collection. He was especially interested in my black maid’s outfit. Youknow the kind. The type that sexy girls wear on Halloween: supershort blackdress with built-in white lace apron and matching cuffs and collar. Completewith a frilly little white hat that perches daintily on the back of the head. Ieven had a pink feather duster to go with it. And of course, white stockingsand garter belt and six-inch black spike heels. Before long, Daddy (I alwayshad to call him daddy – to this day, I still don’t know his name) convinced meto go on cam for him. Told me it would be hot. Told me it would be safe. Saidhe would tease me about blackmail but all just for fun. He would never hurt mein any way.So that’s what led to the modeling and posing session I describedat the start of this story. It didn’t last more than fifteen minutes and thenhe mysteriously logged off. I didn’t know what to think. One thing I did know?I was incredibly horny from being dressed like that in front of a man and beingmade to say those things out loud to him. I laid back on my bed and fuckedmyself with the dildo and ended up cumming in huge wet jets all over mystomach. And then I didn’t hear from him. Weird. But life goes on. A busy weekof classes and final exams and the incident was nearly out of my thoughts. Andthen? 13 days later, on a Saturday morning, my phone rang. It was him! How thehell did he get my number?‘Meet me at the mall in one hour, princess. This is yourdaddy. I have your full name, your address, your phone number, your Facebooklog-in, and your parents and girlfriends contact info. Shave your legs and wearthose little white girly shorts you told me about and a regular shirt. Frontentrance. One hour, sissy.’And then a loud click. He had hung up. My mouth hung open inshock. Complete panic took over. This couldn’t be happening! Must hurry. Muststop this. Asshole probably just wants money or something. I did a quick shaveof my legs.  Chaotic thoughts racedthrough my mind as I pulled on the shorts and sneakers, grabbed my keys andheaded to the mall. I could just make it. It was about 30 minutes away. Halfwaybetween the college and the city where my parents and Ariana lived. Oh my God.My parents and Ariana! He said he had their contact information. What the hellwas this weirdo up to? No time to think. I drove in a zombie-state and arrivedwithin five minutes of the appointed time and walked toward the main entrance. Steppingout of the car, I looked down at my shorts. These were only meant to be worn inprivate. I felt like such a sissy in public in them. They were absolutely tinyon me and even had a little lacy looking accent down each side on the front.The pockets were so small that I could not even get my hands in the pockets. I stared down at the shorts I was about to wear into a malland at my freshly shaven legs. So smooth and shiny and feminine. I felt astrange tingle run through my body. And then I looked up at the facing of themall. That’s when I got my first glimpse of him. There was no mistaking thealpha confidence he exuded. Slouched against the main entranceway of thecrowded mall with a cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth. Tight jeans(big bulge unmissable), tight plain white t-shirt, black biker boots. A tattooon his muscled right arm showed a coiled snake spitting bullets. And he wasevery bit of the 6’ 3 he’d mentioned in his first message to me. A toughlooking, no-nonsense, man’s man. I walked up to him timidly and started to speaknervously and way too quickly:‘I’m Dave. What’s this all about? How did you get my numberand all that info. You said I could trust…’He stopped me midsentence with a simple look. A look thatcould not be ignored. A look that told the world that he called ALL the shots.And then he spoke in a deep voice, strangely calm and soothing:‘Your name is Emily. And you will call me Daddy. At alltimes. And use your girly voice. I don’t care who hears. And the info? Well,hell, that was easy, sissy. I have facial recognition software. Your picturefrom your ad and your first name was enough. Got your last name in the first 24hours. Cracking your Facebook password and from there finding your girlfriendand parent’s info took longer. 13 days to be exact. I was about to give up.Then I remembered something about you, Emily. Your favorite animal. Hedgehog.Bingo! Hedgehog19 with a capital ‘h’ at the start. And now you will do as Isay, princess. Don’t try me. Do what I say today and this is all over. Daddyjust wants to have some harmless fun with his toy. Say ‘yes daddy’.I gulped, looked around to make sure no one was watching andsaid the words but he reached out and lightly slapped me across the face.‘Girl voice, princess. Try again. But this time say ‘yesdaddy, I will be a good girl.’With no choice and feeling the burning on my cheek whichmade me a little scared, I complied:‘Yes daddy, I will be a good girl’Just as I said it, a black guy and his girlfriend walked byme. Did they hear me? The girl laughed as the guy held the front door open forher and they disappeared into the mall.‘Come on, sissy. Let’s go in. Your first stop will be yourfavorite. Victoria’s Secret. Every pretty girl likes that store. What did youtell me one time about ‘loving pink’? Ha-ha! Well, we are about to see. Followbehind me by two steps and keep your eyes glued to my boots. If I turn aroundand you are not following daddy demurely like a prissy girl and staring at hisboots in submission, I will take you to one of the benches in the middle of themall and spank you. Right in front of everyone. I don’t care. I really don’t.Now come on!As we walked, he kept up a steady stream of teasing over hisshoulder at me as I stared at his black boots:‘By the way. Emily, I have changed your Facebook password.Ariana is really hot. I have had some great chats with her. She thinks I amyou. I have also friended her under another account. She really likes talkingto a real man sometimes instead of her wimpy boyfriend. She likes when I tellher how sexy she is and when I send her pics of my hard cock.’In a few minutes we stood in front of the store.‘Now, Emily. You will walk in and ask one of the prettysalesgirls for help. You WILL use your girl voice. I will walk in and standnearby so I can observe. If you mess this up, there WILL be consequences. Ihave been really nice about what I post on your Facebook wall but that canchange in a hurry if you displease daddy. Ask for help finding something prettyto wear for your boyfriend. Ask for advice about the prettiest panties, bras,and thigh highs. You will finally buy a sexy all pink set. You will insist onwearing them out of the store under your clothes. You will put your maleunderwear in your pocket and walk back out and meet me in front of the store.’This seemed like something out of a dream. What could I do?For a moment, I thought about just running away and getting into my car.Calling his bluff. But something told me this man was not playing. Anothervoice told me I actually wanted this. I would go through with it, at any rate,and maybe he would be satisfied and let me go. For all I knew, he didn’t evenhave all the info he claimed to have on me. I would just make the best of it.Besides, hadn’t I had fantasies about being ‘forced’ to wear women’s clothes bya man? Hadn’t I fantasied about being humiliated in front of a pretty girl forbeing a sissy? Well, the salesgirls at Victoria’s Secret were certainly pretty.I could see that right away. A blonde and a brunette stood chatting next to atable strewn with panties with a big ‘LOVE PINK’ sign over it. As I approached,they giggled. They probably went to my college. Jesus! They were also probablyused to nervous boyfriends and husbands buying things for girlfriends. Andmaybe even used to the odd sissy crossdresser with shaky voice and handsquickly picking out and paying for pairs of panties. My thoughts tumbled overeach other as I felt Daddy following behind me at a discreet distance. My voicecracked as I began to speak the words he demanded. In my best girly tone, Imade a start:‘E-excuse me? Can you help me pick out something?’The blonde broke away with a smirk. I was left confronted bythe stunning brunette salesgirl. The twinkle in her eye and the slight smile onher lips told me, in no uncertain terms, that she knew I was a sissy. I wasdressed in semi-male clothes and talking in a female voice.‘Sure, sweetheart. What are you looking for exactly?’‘Umm, I’m looking for something pretty to wear for myboyfriend. Like bras and panties and thigh high stockings, I guess.’My voice trailed off in pathetic helplessness. The new lookin her eye screamed ‘gay man with a boyfriend.’ I was mortified but at least Ihad gotten the words out. Maybe the worst was over.She led me to the panty table. She held up a pair of purplehip hugger panties and held them to my waist as my face turned red. Otherladies and young girls milled around. The salesgirl picked up a turquoiseg-string panty and dangled it from her finger in front of my face.‘Perhaps your boyfriend would like you in these?’Oh my God, she was enjoying herself at my expense. Shelingered over the table, talking loudly about the types of panties that menlike on their women. Then she led me to the wall. Bras everywhere. Push-upbras. Strapless bras. A cup. D cup. Balcony bras. Demicup bras. Every colorimaginable. She asked me what size my breasts were and winked at me. She heldseveral up several bustier tops and made me hold them and feel the silk andlace. Finally, she asked me what color I like best. I knew whatdaddy wanted to say to this: pink. This seemed to set her in motion. She made aquick circuit of the store and returned with a matching bra and panty set insheer, very pale pink and white.Then she handed me a pair of thigh highs. What was I to donow? I couldn’t just pay for them. Daddy had given me specific orders and Icould see him there near me confidently chatting up the busty blonde.‘M-may I try on the clothes in the dressing room?’‘No sweetie. It’s not hygienic. That is against policy. Youcan put them on in the dressing room but then you have to buy them. Still wantto, sunshine?’‘Yes ma’am’With a smirk, she handed me the bundle of lingerie andpointed with an air of authority at the dressing rooms. A minute later I stoodin front of the mirror in the privacy of the little room looking at myself inthe mirror. My shorts, shirt, and shoes sat on the little bench beside me. Thethigh highs turned out to be very sissy looking socks. They had delicate pinkribbons which I tied at the top front. They gripped my legs and made them look and feel so sexy andsoft. Even in my terror, the image excited me. The panties whispered against mytiny, but hardening cock, with every motion. They had a little wispy skirt thatfluttered over the actual lace panty part. The feel of the soft, sheer pink braon my nipples teased me relentlessly with the merest of breaths I took. Thefeeling of the dainty straps on my shoulders reinforced my humiliation. I hadto stop myself from lingering in the dressing room. I was soon dressed and atthe counter paying. Girls in line behind me tittered at me in my white girlshorts and pink knee-high socks. I felt as if every woman in the store knew Iwas wearing the soft pink bra and panty set underneath, too. The blonde at theregister handed me back my card and said:‘Thanks Dave, I mean, thanks Emily. Hope your boyfriendlikes your pretty new lingerie. Come back and see us soon. We are having a bigVS Pink sale soon. Bye now.’I walked out of the store. A trail of laughter followed me.I looked around for daddy but he was nowhere to be seen. That asshole! He hadtold those girls about me. That’s how she knew my sissy name was Emily. Oh, thehumiliation. And now he was gone. For a brief moment, relief washed over me. Itwas over. But it wasn’t. He reappeared by my side.‘Like your pretty new lingerie, Emily? Daddy is proud of you.You did really well. I got a present for you as a reward.’This was one of the things he did. He had this knack forbeing very loving and kind at the same time which really made me feel veryfeminine. And vulnerable to his charm. But he was just as capable, I knew now,of revealing a much firmer side of himself.‘Here, princess. Open it up and put your old underwear in. Thenyou can either carry it or wear it on your shoulder.’It was a pink purse! Why was he doing this to me? I couldn’tcarry a purse around in a crowded mall. No way. The thigh highs and girl shortswere bad enough. But this ultra-girly thing? No fucking way! Sure, at home, Iwould have wet myself from excitement over it. But here? The purse was pink andsmall and elaborately decorated. It had two shiny buckle snaps shaped likehearts and, in the center, a gold bow in metal. Attached to one of thebuckle-downs was a fluffy white keychain with a sparkly bow above it. Along theedges of the front flap ran a faux-doily in white. Could it get any more‘little girl’ or feminine? Like so many purses, this one had a small loop forwearing it on the wrist (or in the crook of the elbow) and a longer strap forshoulder wear. I simply had to refuse this embarrassment. I still had somepride.As if he read my mind, daddy spoke:‘Do as you are told, Emily, or I spank you right there onthat bench next to those girl scouts until you cry. Good girl. See? You don’tneed those yucky boy underpants anymore. Now thank daddy for your pretty newpurse.’Beaten again. Compliant again:‘Thank you for my pretty new purse, daddy’‘Good girl’He said the last phrase as he patted me lightly on the headlike a pet. Meanwhile, I did my best to hide and hold the purse close to mybody. I was NOT going to put in on my shoulder if I had any choice in thematter.Next, daddy pushed me into a women’s shoe store. I had beencoached exactly what to say to the pretty sales lady there. In my girl voice,of course, as he stood within listening distance:“I’m looking for a cute pair of low-heeled sandals in pinkand a tall pair of white high heels. Can you help me, ma’am?‘Yes sir..erm..miss’She actually seemed more embarrassed than me. Daddy seemedhighly entertained as he watched me try on the high heels through the plateglass window. Especially since the salesgirl recommended that I take off mycotton, thigh high socks and put on the little sheer black knee-to-toepantyhose they keep on hand for customers.As instructed, I walked out of the store wearing the pink sandalsand carrying the heels in a box. Pink socks back on and little girly shorts ondisplay. I certainly did not want to wear either pair of these shoes throughthe mall. It wasn’t that the sandals were too tall. It was the flowers adorningthe entire front strap wedged between by toes. Ruffled pink flowers. A delicatepatent-leather pink strap hooked at my ankle. These shoes obliterated my maleego. I felt beyond self-conscious as I walked out to daddy in them.He made me throw my old sneakers in a trashcan. He made meshow him ‘my’ new high heels.When I put them back away, I stood awkwardly holding theshoebox with the white heels and my new purse tightly against my body. Ever thegentleman, daddy helped me. By pulling the strap of my pink purse up onto myshoulder! I stood in my new sandals holding the shoebox wondering what freshhell he would put me through next. As we walked through the mall, my pursebounced against my hip as an ever-present reminder of my status as daddy’ssissy. I looked around at the shops. Growing more anxious about his next move.Oh fuck! A salon. No! But yes, said daddy’s furrowed brows.Yes, or else. Still, I hesitated. He picked up his phone and asked me if Iwanted him to call Ariana. Maybe call my parents? He took a picture of me.Standing in a busy mall in heeled sandals and pink thigh highs with a purse onmy shoulder. Then he broke into his usual tactic. All sweetness andreassurance.‘Daddy is almost done with you, princess. It’s just a salon.Just a few more games. You told me you loved forced feminization and even thethreat of blackmail and spanking. You said you love the feeling of beinghumiliated by women when they see what a sissy you are. That is all we aredoing – just playing the games you wanted so badly. Soon, you will be back oncampus and this will all be over. You really don’t have a choice, Emily. Do asyou are told or I am going to take you out to my truck, tie you up, and put youto work at a gloryhole for the rest of the night. Huh? Want that? I can physicallymake you. Maybe that suits you better. Put you in a miniskirt and crop top andheels and put you to work sucking dick after dick. Ever had a facial, pansy?Oh, you look a little scared now. Gonna be a good girl for daddy? I thought so.Go on in. Walk up to the nail counter…’What followed were precise instructions about what I was toask for. It started with my nails. An hour later I stared down in disbelief atmy toes and fingers. They were covered in pink and silver and flowers andglitter. They were extended and shaped. They were inescapable. Nowhere to hidethem.In the same salon, daddy made me see a woman name Charleneto have my hair ‘done’. First, I was given hair extensions that hung to themiddle of my back and then it was dyed a slutty bleach blonde. Charlene then styled my hair and gave me bangs complete withdangling side strands to frame my face. Under my apron I felt like a prisoner,especially when I caught glimpses of daddy from time to time standing at adistance behind me. Such a jerk. And so casual about the torment he was puttingme through. Nonchalantly talking on his phone. Probably to one his buddies orthat blonde sales girl from Victoria’s Secret. Not content to simply style myhair in the most girly look ever (waves and a flirty upcurl at the bottom),Charlene shaped my eyebrows in a super-feminine arch before whisking me over toa tanning booth.Daddy must have spoken to them first because the lady in thesalon who ran the desk handed me two stencil hearts and told me to put them atthe side of my belly. An hour later I emerged. The outline of two cute littlehearts on my skin at my waist mortified me.But at least it was covered up by my shirt. I still fooledmyself into believing that I actually retained a very small veneer of manhood becauseof my shirt -  even if my hair wascompletely girly and I carried a purse and wore pink thigh high, ribboned sockscomplete with pink sandals. The power of delusion and denial!When would this end? My final stop at the salon was themakeup station. There, a girl-next-door type named Stephanie completelytransformed me. She methodically applied primer, concealer, foundation, powder,blush, pink eyeshadow, eyeliner, heavy black mascara, lipliner, pink mattelipstick, and shiny lip gloss to my face as she chattered to me about thelatest summer fashions and gushed over my pretty hair and nails.I was in a daze as I walked out of the salon. Imagine mysurprise when I saw daddy. He had my girlfriend, Ariana, in his arms and theywere kissing passionately. She wore black boots and a sexy black leather skirtand a skimpy white top that showed off her black bra and breasts underneath.She looked somehow more imposing than she had ever looked before. She put a hand up tothe side of her head in astonishment and then cupped her hand over her mouthwhen she saw me and laughed loud and hard as daddy spoke up:‘Yup, just like I told you on the phone a minute ago, babe.This is the life Emily wants now. That’s why she has been sending you all ofthose messages on Facebook. About wanting to be a pretty girl. About being trueto herself. And now look at her.’They stood there, side by side. Daddy with an arm aroundAriana and one hand rubbing her ass through her tight skirt. It didn’t looklike the first time they had been together. They had the air of lovers. I wasaghast and confused and conflicted. I feebly tried to explain to Ariana. I evendared to use my male voice:‘This is bullshit. He made me. He is blackmailing me. PleaseAriana, I can explain’She just giggled and raised her camera, taking video of mebefore she spoke:‘Explain? Explain? What is there to explain? I have seen thevideo of you in your pretty maid’s uniform. I was pretty freaked out at first.Having a sissy for a boyfriend all this time. So pathetic. Posing and simperingfor a man on camera. Sweetly telling him how you want a boyfriend while youmodel like a slut in a maid’s uniform. Proudly saying that you want to be agirl from now on. Even talking about sucking his dick. There is NOTHING for youto explain now, Emily. It is all VERY clear. Oh, and I just love your prettyhair and makeup too, girlfriend. Did daddy buy you those pretty sandals and thatpurse? Hmm? Say ‘yes ma’am, Miss Ariana, daddy bought them for me’What? Not her, too!In a broken whisper I rushed through the words as I triedmiserably to think of a way out of this:‘Yes, Miss Ariana, daddy bought me my purse and new shoes.’She went on:‘Fucking wimp. Daddy and I have been spending some qualitytime together. I mean can you blame me? After I got all of those messages fromyou? Hinting that you wanted help transitioning. Admitting that you like towear panties. Oh, and look, I even brought you what you have been begging mefor over the last few days.’I looked up and, dangling from her little finger, was a pinkplastic chastity cage. That son of a bitch! He’d been sending all kinds ofmessages to my girlfriend posing as me. Fuck! And still Ariana was not finishedspeaking, her tone more and more dominant even as daddy rubbed his strong handsup and down her body right in front of me:‘Come into the little girl’s room with me, Emily, and wewill put this on you. After all, you begged for it. You don’t get to have apenis. You only have a clitty and a pussy from now on. OR…I can send the videoto your parents? They would be so proud of their only son. I’ll do it. Daddyhas been teaching me how to be firm with a little panty pansy like you. Nowmarch!’A moment later, I emerged from the bathroom with Ariana. Inchastity and emasculated. My tiny penis caged. Daddy grinning. The two of themmade me stand in front of them as they sat on a bench. Ariana insisted that Istare at her shoes as they kissed deeply, my old girlfriend rubbing daddy’scock through his pants.Then Ariana took her turn with me around the mall. First, toget my ears pierced. I left Claire’s (which was full of laughing school girls)with a dangly pair of sissy earrings. Drop earrings in the shape of hearts.Three hearts hanging down in shades of red and pink. Moving back and forth withmy every step.But that wasn’t all. Ariana also insisted that I get my‘girly belly pierced’ too. The result? I ended up with a shiny pink-jeweledbelly button ring with a heart pendant hanging from it with the words ‘daddy’sgirl’ etched into it.Afterwards, Ariana found great glee in parading me through afancy-dress store. I was fitted with what looked like a prom or homecomingdress. All in white. It was so humiliating to have women pulling and tugging atMY dress and making comments about how cute and adorable it looked. My newdress puffed out at the narrow waist and was accented by a big bow at thecenter. The bodice was embroidered in a lace flower design. It was sleevelessand made me feel very vulnerable and exposed.Taking her cue from daddy, Ariana made me walk out of thestore in the dress after making me switch out my shoes. The pink sandals werereplaced by the white six-inch-high heels. I was made to teeter out of thestore and pose for more pictures. I stood there in high heels, knee high pinksocks, and white prom dress with a pink purse on my shoulder. Ariana justgrinned as she took in my pretty bangs and styled hair, my full makeup, mypretty new painted fingernails, and my long earrings. I was beyond numb withthe whole experience when a group of four Asian teenage girls walked up gigglingand all snapped pictures of me.‘Please let me go, Miss Ariana!’ I begged. She looked atdaddy and they exchanged a meaningful look. I was told to put my old shirt inthe garbage and pick up my sandals and carry them to the car with my foldedshorts. My walk through the mall in high heels, knee high socks, and dress wasexcruciating.An hour later, we were back at my apartment on campus. Ileaned over the couch, prom dress held up at the hem of the skirts by mypainted fingernails, as Ariana injected me in the hip with a needle and thenkissed daddy and sat down to gleefully tease me:‘There you go princess. Your first weekly hormone shot. Soonyou will have pretty little boobs just like the girl you want to be. Daddy isalmost done packing up your clothes. Can’t forget about your precious maiduniform, can we, Emily? You will be needing that. As it is time for your summerbreak, we will all be going back to my parent’s mansion today. They will be inEurope for the next 4 months. I will dismiss the servants, of course. You willbe the new maid. The new domestic servant. The new housegirl. You know, sinceyou already have the clothes and everything. Haha! Your new life will becleaning and dusting and ironing and serving. Serving me and daddy in ALL ways,sissy Emily. Maybe by the time my parents come back, you can curtsey and askthem very politely if they can hire you to work full-time as a maid in one of theirhotels. You always wanted to work in the hospitality industry. And besides…apretty girl like you is suited for that kind of work, isn’t she?’Daddy sat in my favorite chair with my ex-girlfriend in hislap as I lowered the skirts of my prom dress. In one hand, he held theelectronic shocker they had recently attached to my chastity cage; an additionrecommended by him as a means for Ariana to insure my continuing abject servitude.His other hand manly played, in the smuggest way, with Ariana’s breasts throughher shirt. My head bowed obediently and I girlishly replied:‘Yes, Miss Ariana’.The EndMy first custom, commissioned storyThis story will appear on fictionmania.tv tomorrow with pictures. 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