Embrace Tradition

 Wayne, now begrudgingly answering to

Whitney was led by her Stepmother

Grace, to the hallway mirror, practically

trembling out of her high heels and

nervous to see the feminine creation that

had been made of Wayne's greasy

unkempt curls. Grace couldn't help but

2notice the split second when Wayne didn't

recognize Whitney in the mirror, fell head

over heels for this mysterious young lady,

then the disbelief as that fragile front of

masculinity crumbling and falling into a

sea of submission. A boy broken and a

girl ready to emerge.

Whitney hadn't been able to look in the

mirror through the waxing, the tweezing,

and the beautifying, though she would be

on the fast-track to learning to do it all

herself soon. She'd been in the heels all

day, along with the waste cincher, the

false breasts, and the lingerie, stockings,

dress, and pearl necklace while preparing

dinner. Grace sat Whitney down to do her

hair after she put the roast in the oven.

Grace gave the girl a moment to take it all

in before reminding her it was time to set

4 places at the table. Whitney's head

swung around, her pearls clacking

together, her big bouncy hair framing her

cute, pouting face. Her first instinct was

to ask if her Dad came back, Grace shook

her head and informed her that he was

still long gone, and that Whitney would be

treating the housekeeper, Catalina, and

her son, Carlos, to dinner as an apology

for Wayne's behavior.

Wayne had inherited his Father's habit of

looking down on women, minorities,

people of lower social status, but he

lacked his Father's charisma and charm

Spending his days since graduating high

school, minimizing multiple blank college

applications on his computer to jump

onto forums and spout incel nonsense

and take out his frustrations on the

women in his life. Especially since his

Father packed up and left.

His Father shared all of Wayne's views on

women staying in the kitchen, being seen

not heard, and deferring to her man. But

he kept this all quiet until Grace brought

of Wayne's attitude, so when faced with

an ultimatum, knowing Wayne was an

adult now he dropped everything and

found another wealthy single woman to

shack up with good riddance Grace

thought. But even as Whitney, she held

out hope that he would save her. Poor girl.

Under threat of being kicked out and cut

off, this scrawny, anxious "man's man"

folded faster than Superman on laundry

day. Doing chores around the house,

showing manners, avoiding the websites

where he spewed his ignorance, Grace

appreciated Wayne's efforts and set him.

up with Sadie, the daughter of one of her

friends, this unfortunately fell on the

same day that Catalina brought Carlos to

do some landscaping work, the young

woman was much more taken by the kind,

hard-working young man over the

stubborn one that kept asking her to join

him upstairs with all the subtlety of an

After School Special.

When Wayne felt jealous, he exploded and

called Carlos every unkind name in the

book, called Sadie a tease in so many

words, told Catalina to mind her business

and keep to her chores, and told Grace

that she was too lazy to even do a

woman's work and hired Catalina to do

them. Grace took Wayne over her knee

and spanked him in front of everyone and

told him things were gonna change.

Wayne sobbed in his room as Carlos and

Sadie got to know each other and Grace

detailed her plans for Whitney to Catalina

and she was overjoyed. The

brainstorming session involved Whitney

wearing a french maid costume and

accompanying Catalina to the other

homes where she works and learning how

a woman keeps house, but one thing at a

time.

"Oh" Whitney squeaked in the girly voice.

And put in an inhuman effort to force her

pout into a smile "wonderful!" as she set

the table for their guests. Grace followed

and corrected her as she tried to set the

table.

"Make sure you make a good impression

on Carlos tonight, otherwise the rest of

the evening will be quite awkward if you

give your gentleman guest a poor

evening."

"Yes, Mother." Whitney whimpered, not

wanting anymore information.

"By the way you'll have to make sure to

send Sadie a thank you for lending out her

boyfriend tonight so you can see how a

gentleman is supposed to treat a lady"

Whitney tried to speak but her voice was

uneasy. "Oh, don't worry dear, it's just a

first date, a lady doesn't have to do

anything on a first date, despite what your

bad influence online friends tell you." She

informed her that after dinner Carlos

would take her to the carnival and she

was to be a demure lady the whole time.

Whitney nodded.

"Ok, Mother."

"And he's excited to finally be able to have

his own vehicle. I gifted him your old

rustbucket, he complimented your taste in

stereo." Whitney threw her hands into the

air. "Calm down, Whitney, I remember all

of Wayne's comments about women

drivers, since you're a girl now, we

wouldn't want you to get into an accident.

Carlos actually thanked me more in the

first 10 minutes after I handed him the

keys than Wayne ever did in all the years I

knew him. But don't worry he and Sadie

have both offered to give you rides to

salon appointments or to go shopping, or

all of the gender affirmation

appointments you'll have coming up as

long as you ask nicely and behave

yourself. And you'll have a chance to ear

a bit of your own money since Catalina

said she'd be happy to take you on as her

assistant so you can learn more about a

woman's place in the world. I think you'll

make THE most adorable maid."

This was it. Whitney's breaking point,

there was no way she could push her into

going on a date with that meathead jerk

Carlos, be a gal pal to that teasing bitch

Sadie, take orders from Catalina, and no

way she would be Grace's Daughter. She

stomped forward, prepared to go on

another rant, then remembered the

spanking, her lip began to tremble, the

tears welled up in her eyes "I... Thank you,

Mother"

"Good girl. Now go to the powder room,

calm yourself, and touch up your make-up

before our guests arrive. That's what we

ladies call freshening up" Grace teased

with a wink.

The Other Side

 I'll admit I could always be a bit....

Controlling with the women I chose to

date back when I still considered myself a

man. I chose their outfits, told them who

they could or couldn't talk to, what jobs

they were allowed to work if any, if you

were my girl you were my property but I

never kept as short a leash on them as

Dominic does his shy, obedient little

Daphne.

Dominic was Leslie, my last target's best

friend. They had dated in the past but

decided they weren't compatible as he

was like me and she was more of a free

spirit, he respected her wishes and they

remained friends. I viewed that as a

ridiculous as he had over a foot and 60

pounds of muscle on me and I could still

keep chicks in line. But it eventually

turned to jealousy when he would show

me up at the gym or when Leslie would

call him for help moving something

Instead of me. So I put my foot down and

told her she wasrit allowed to speak to

him anymore

Leslie tried to end things with me right

there, pointing out that the dominance

thing was fun in the bedroom, but shes

going to live her life the way she wants. I

started to make her life Hell, constant

calls, showing up to work, trying to get dirt

on her from her friends. Then Dominic

asked me to talk, I was worried he was

going to just stomp me so I was hesitant,

but eventually I couldrit hide anymore. I

met him at a bar and he laid out a series

of shots as he explained to me he was

going to show me how it feels to be under

the thumb of a dominant man in hopes of

showing me the error of my ways. I

laughed at him, but then things got hazy.

I woke up the next day in his apartment,

his bedroom to be more specific. I was on

a small chair in the corner of his bedroom

with a pair of earbuds in my ears playing

some kind of static. I pulled them out and

stood up to yell at Dominic, who was lying

in just his briefs on his bed, still asleep.

So tall his ankles hung off of the large

bed, his rippling muscles shining from the

sweat held shed due to the heat of the

alcohol. His scent invading my nostrils.

His package on immaculate display-I

mean just on display. The bulge sitting up

several inches from him. I figured it was

big but wow I couldn't take my eyes off of

it. My mouth started to water as

watched it begin to move, as if Dominids

morning wood was greeting me.

"It knows you're staring." He said in his

deep voice, which alerted me to the fact

he was awake and watching me drool

over his manhood. I blushed like a

schoolgirl and tried to leave, he asked if I

wanted to join him and for some reason, I

considered it before rushing to the door.

"See you soon, Daphne" He said. I made it

home and couldn't stop thinking about it

to the point I had to pleasure myself to

the sight of the man and how in control of

the situation he felt, all I could think about

was what would have happened if i

stayed.

After a few days of the repeated cycle of

trying not to think about it then

succumbing to the urge to think about it,

he asked me to meet him to talk about

what happened. I said yes without even

considering it. It was a restaurant,

something urged me to wear a dress

shirt. I wanted to look nice but nothing

felt nice enough. As I sat down, the first

thing he said was "the man bun looks

ridiculous" and without protest of

argument I let my hair down. I asked him

why I've been feeling this way, he said that

he played me something, a sound file, that

made me want one specific thing. And I

would do anything to get it. I begged him

to be more specific, but he said I'd know it

when I got it.

Things continued like this, he'd make a

suggestion, I'd be compelled to follow. He

didn't have to pressure me. The words

were convincing enough. He said I'd look

cute with glasses, I stopped wearing my

contacts. He said ordering myself wasn't

proper when we met for food, so I let him

decide what I ate. He said my body hair

was unsightly, so I shaved every night. He

said I wasn't maximizing my body's

potential, I took the supplements he

offered without research and focused on

cardio as well as Leg and Butt workouts.

He said I was sneaking off to pleasure

myself too much so I let him put a cage

on me. By the time I realized what he was

trying to turn me into, I was asking Leslie

to help me pick out dresses. But despite

the humiliation of seeing her reaction to

Daphne, it was exciting.

Dominic decided my corporate job was

too time-consuming so I quit, started

working part time as a waitress, and

moved in with him. The proximity and no

time away made denying Daphne

impossible. When I came home from him

picking me up from work, as he made me

sell my car, I found that he had donated all

of my stuff instead of moving it in like

he'd said. He showed me to my new

wardrobe full of women's clothes, as well

as a collar that I'd obediently bow my

head for him to secure around my neck.

He then tied my hands and pushed me to

my knees. He'd never let me act on my

newfound urges so the butterflies in my

stomach were out of control.

Seeing him drop his pants to reveal the

package I'd been dreaming about made

me gasp, moan, and leak from my cage. I

lunged forward and took it's splendor into

my mouth. It tasted magnificent but I also

felt compelled to pay attention to the

pendulous orbs below it. Using my lips,

my tongue, and the deepest recesses of

my mouth I worked him while squirming

in pleasure. As I felt him tense up I knew

my reward was coming and I allowed him

to mark me as his with his seed. "Now

stop" he said. I wanted his cum in my

mouth. No. I needed it. I tried to sit still

but I couldn't help but tongue the thick

rope over my lips, the first time I've ever

disobeyed Dominic. I wanted to pull my

hands free, scoop it all into my mouth,

and swallow. Was his cum the one thing

he made me want?

My pleasure was short-lived as he used a

rag to wipe it away from my face. I

whimpered and cried "Please, Dominic."

but he nonchalantly unbound my hands,

raised me to my feet, and told me I'd have

to be a good girl and tell my family about

us before I could have another reward. I

rose to my feet and pranced to my purse

to pull out my phone and do as Dominic

commanded.

A Simple Task