Corporate Punishment

A nudge to feminization

With a trembling hand, Sam reaches out. 'Nail polish isn't bad. Lots of rockers wear nail polish. It will be hidden.' He takes the nail polish and then the keys.

"Very good Sam. You know what's expected. You may leave."

"Yes, ma'am." Sam tucks both items in his lunch bag and leaves.

Not wanting to head home, Sam went to a local bar after work for dinner and a few beers. After a greasy, over-cooked burger, limp fries and a slight buzz, Sam went home to do his new task. By the time he was home, his head had cleared up a bit. "Well, it can't be too hard to paint my toes and nails. I guess I should get this done and over with."

Starting with his left hand, he starts with his pinky and moves across to his thumb. Without thinking, as he paints his thumb, he puts his pinky on the table, smearing the polish onto his skin and the coffee table. "Damn it." The tissue that he grabs leaves a little on the coffee table and only makes the semi-dry polish on his finger and skin fluffy. "Shit, I have nothing to remove this. Well, I'm not going to the store with one hand pink." With his left hand, he paints the other hand. Not used to doing any fine work with his left hand, it shakes as he tries to apply the polish carefully. Sighing, he looks at the gloppy mess on his right hand. "The first time is always bad. After I get it cleaned off, it will look a lot better the second time."

Sam enters the supermarket with his hands shoved in his pockets. He already had to change pants as he didn't wait for the polish to dry fully and got bubblegum pink polish on the pair that he wore to work. He did not know how he was going to get that out, but that is what the internet is for. Trying his best to hide his fingernails, he puts some beer, a few other staples, and some nail polish remover in his cart. He is about to move down the aisle when he sees a pack of cotton makeup remover pads get tossed in his cart. He looks annoyed and shocked at the woman next to him.

She barely looks back at him. "Those will be quite helpful. I'm sure your daughter will get better as she gets older."

Sam was about to respond, but the woman was already well down the aisle. It relieved him that the older woman that cashed him out said nothing about his nails.

Back at his apartment, Sam removed the polish and attempted again. After the third time of removing the polish from his fingers, he pulled out his laptop and pulled up some videos on how to use nail polish. With some tips on how to keep it off his skin and to not overload the brush, his next attempt was mostly successful.

He let his fingernails dry completely before starting his toes. As he was bending over to start on his toes, Sam realized he was still wearing the cage. He quickly removed it and got to work on his toes, which only took two attempts.

Tired from the bending, he takes a few quick pics and sends them off to his boss before cracking open a beer and heading to bed.

The next morning he wakes up, takes a shower and gets dressed. Locking the cage back on, he gets a picture of both the cage and the pink toe nails and sends it to his boss. He removes the polish from his fingernails as he eats breakfast and then heads to the office. The next couple days fall into a normal pattern of working on a couple projects and heading home to unlock and masturbate.

On Friday, he waved Tiffany over to his lunch table. "Did you want to do some shopping on Saturday? I'm not sure what to shop for, but it may be fun to be dragged around the mall again."

Tiffany smiles. "Well, we never found those brown shoes for you, but I doubt we would find those at the mall. We can still meet there, but we will probably need to go someplace else. I don't think you want me snooping through your closet to see what else you may need."

"No, I definitely don't want you going through my closet. I have a feeling that it would cost me more than I'm willing to spend."

"Same time, same place, then."

Sam was about to walk out of the office when his phone chimed. His boss had messaged him just as he was hoping to get away from the stresses of work. "I bet you are planning on rushing home and taking that pretty pink polish off your toes. Have a good weekend Sam."

Sam wanted to make a snide response, but thought better of it. "Thank you. I was actually going to meet some friends for dinner and drinks before heading home. Have a good weekend, ma'am."

Sam stays out late with his friends. After dinner, they head to a bar and drink for several hours. His rideshare drops him off at his apartment shortly after one in the morning. Drunk and tired, he stumbles to his bedroom and collapses into his bed.