This choice: Belatedly, you spot the change to your apartment. • Go Back...Chapter #9Belatedly, you spot the change to your apartment. by: Mr. George   Terrified in case you're discovered as a woman in this world, you run to lock the front door. You certainly don't want any unexpected visitors discovering you. Alone as a vulnerable woman, you don't want to explore this wider world... at all!
Panic grips you. Being stuck as a woman here is a nightmare. "Genie, make me a man..."
Looking over, you see she's not even attempting any magic.
"Genie, make me a man!" you command, in your new voice, it sounds petulant and whiny.
"Make me a man!" you demand.
She just shakes her head, 'No'.
"Why...." this time you are whining. There's genuine fear in your voice.
"You wished to be a woman, for a day or a week." She answers disinterestedly.
"That wish hasn't been fulfilled yet... A second wish can't be granted until the first has run its course."
Clenching your hands into tiny, futile fists you want to, need to punch someone, to punish someone. Neither the genie nor yourself feel like wise choices.
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Closing the blinds, you stop anyone from the street peering in as they pass. You doubt you could pass as a submissive woman from this world. A terrified woman, certainly... But, that doesn't feel the same.
Heart racing, you hunt around your home you aren't sure what you're looking for, but anything that will make it feel more familiar would help.
You doubt you'll find any unisex clothes, or tomboyish things. But, a change to a more normal wardrobe would ease your calm.
The wardrobe itself, is depressingly bland, with everything being discreet and modest. Some items finer than others, a couple trimmed with gold piping, and a couple with pretty designs.
Retreating to the drawers you expect more of the same. You open, and close the top drawer quickly as soon as you see the contents. The selection of underwear is schizophrenic. With lewd lingerie designed only for the bedroom, to tease and please that special man in your life. Others are tailored to minimise a womans' appeal. The sturdy underwear, you pull out, and hold up. The bra and panty sets feel safer for your mind uncomfortable with the frillier, lacier items.
A distracted thought surfaces, a vaguely remembered documentary about Victorians, told of this same double-standard. Repressed and starched in public, but a different story in private behind closed door.
Running your hands around the waist of the panties, you feel the elastic, but there's another band there too. You drop it in horror when you work out it's purpose. A small detail at the front, where you might expect a decorative flower, or detailing reveals the second band. It's leather, with thin cables of steel at the top and bottom.
They're designed to be locked into place. Whether to protect a woman's virtue... or to prevent self-pleasuring, you certainly don't like either option. Dropping them back into the drawer, you bump it closed with a hip. The sudden movement, allowing you to hear the chiming of the delicate padlocks and keys to protect your innocence.
A worrying thought occurs, and your hands dive to your waist. Only to discover you're already locked into a pair of panties. Hoping for better news, you take off your top. You have to shake your head, as you see even the bra is secured with a padlock. The same steel cords reinforcing the band and shoulder straps. The large cups cover and conceal your breasts from the temptations of the flesh too.
Spotting a leather handbag, you reach for it, looking for some hankerchiefs. As you pick it up, you realise you were mistaken. It's not a handbag. It unfurls in your hands, and you have to turn it this way and that. Dropping it in horror as you finally recognise it. It's a gimp hood, designed to be laced tightly around a woman's head.... your head!?, to ensure her silence.
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Kicking it aside, you don't want to touch it any more than you need to... Sending it flying into a corner, to slap against the wall. This only draws your attention to another piece of leatherwork. Hypnotised and fascinated by it, you can't not pick it up... You see it's the match for the hood. Mittens. Without any mobile thumbs or fingers. Designed to keep you dependent and vulnerable, needing a man for any and every task.
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"Genie, take me back to the real world.... Take me back to my world!" you command. "I'm... I'm your mistress... Obey me!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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