She holds my hand possessively as She leads me from the cab, the security guard leering at Her--wearing a slate-grey pantsuit--and me--wearing a brief navy blue pinstriped skirt, matching blazer, tight blouse, black dress pumps with six-inch heels and stockings--as we enter the hotel.
"A suite, please," She says, the front desk clerk also looking at us oddly, as She asks "will Your companion be staying with you?"
Mike Harris was eighteen years old when the worst blizzard ever to hit Chelmsford forest struck in December 1986. That is when this story really begins. But first we need to learn a little about Mike Harris before that fateful winter’s day.
For a little while I can’t say anything. And the lady looks increasingly annoyed at me, finally I gather my wits and manage to answer ” My name is Jürgen Knudsen miss, and yes I would really like the opportunity to prove what a valuable asset I can become to this company miss”
The lady gives a little contemptible snort, and says something under her breath, that I cant quite catch, then she speaks up
Suspended in mid-air, frightened out of my mind, i couldn’t help wonder what went wrong.
Looking back I see the choices I made couldn’t help but lead me here, how I wish I had been more obedient, maybe I would still have an ounce of freedom, and a miniscule chance of escaping this nightmare of forced feminisation.
(okay, so I was writing this under an alt's name, s-l-o-w-l-y writing it. But I guess I can put it here to see how it works. I will be adding to the story s-l-o-w-l-y, in fact, it is only the beginning of the story, and is not XXX rated...so far.)