A Sissy Saga

Part 2. A new reality

Standing at the end of the short drive he began to wonder just where he could go, his Mother was in a nursing home and his sister lived in another country. His credit card was spent to the limit with not enough in his bank account to rent anywhere. The car was off the road as they used Mel's car and he got a lift to work with Jason, the so-called friend, he bitterly thought. Oh yeah, the job, that was finished. His shoulders slumped as he looked back toward the house with the realisation that he had nowhere else to go, he was not going to sleep rough. On top of that it was raining and getting heavy, Luke broke down in tears. Trudging back to the house he let his bag slip from his fingers and did not bother to pick it up. Standing before the front door he knew he would have to eat humble pie, no good going round the back he knew that would be locked. He could not stay in the garage, the keys to it were in the house. Worse he was getting wetter by the minute and he knew Jason was still inside. Putting his key in the lock he discovered the door had been dead bolted. Luke rang the doorbell and after what seemed like an age the bolt was shot and the door opened. 'Back so soon' Melanie said with folded arms, she looked him up and down, he looked like a drowning rat by now. 'Can I come back in' Luke asked meekly, 'if you kneel and ask properly' she retorted. Luke looked down at the puddle by the step, the one she had repeatedly asked him to fix by re-laying the path. He knelt in an inch of rain water, his trousers soaking up water like blotting paper. The two steps up to the door were a eight inches deep for each step plus two inches for the puddle was a total of eighteen inches, kneeling cut a further eighteen inches from his five feet and ten inch height. From Melanie's perspective he was now two feet and ten inches tall, she was in four inch heels turning her five feet eight inches into six feet with the hem of her skirt just below his eye level. Luke looked up, he felt like a child looking up at Mummy as her piercing gaze cut down on him. There was no question childhood memories flooded back and he was intimidated, it was always Mother who was the disciplinarian. Luke felt compelled to look down, avoiding eye contact. 'May I come back in please Mistress Melanie? her foot came forward with an unsaid order, he kissed her shoe, 'you may come in, I will unlock the back door and take your shoes off before you come in'. With that she closed the front door and Luke trudged round to the back of the house. At the back door he took his shoes off expecting the door to be open but Mel took her time and when she finally unlocked the door Luke's socks were also soaked. 'Where is your bag?' she asked 'er, um, I must have left it by the front gate' she looked annoyed, 'you had better go and get it' and after a pause 'now'. Luke looked down at his shoes and decided not exacerbate the situation and padded off in squelching wet socks. His heart sank as he realised that the bag, which he had dropped on the pavement outside the house, had vanished, someone had found it. Luke returned sheepishly and admitted that it had gone.

Mel sat him still soaking wet at the kitchen table and told him, 'I am not happy that you kept that from me, you lived a lie to me' he dropped his eyes at the accusation, 'I will make you an offer, if you stay here you will be subject to my rules' she held up her hand as he started to reply, 'or you may leave, you can stay here tonight in the spare room', she let that sink in 'I want you to go upstairs, shower, dry off, make the bed' Luke nodded dumbly. 'If you decide you want to stay you will present yourself down here in your maid uniform, if you are dressed as a male you have decided to leave and will pack all your clothes and leave in the morning, you can have the large suitcase' she stood up. 'Is it clear?', Luke nodded, 'you have an hour to decide, better get moving' she said as she exited the kitchen.

Luke sat on the edge of the spare room bed with the real sense that he had lost control of his life, worse he had no idea what to do about it. He had taken the shower and felt a lot better physically having got out of wet clothing but his mind was in turmoil. He knew that Mel had a hard side, it was necessary to succeed in her professional life, but he had never felt the force of it before. She was a high achiever and he was not but he had always come across as a macho man and she liked that, now she knew his hidden truth. Tears flowed as an overwhelming feeling of self pity took over. He could leave, it was easy, all he had to do was walk through the door but go where? You can do it, he thought, be cautious for a couple of weeks and plan your escape. I am a man he told himself not seeing the irony as he pulled up the frilly knickers. He dressed as a maid and became Lisa in an automatic process as his mind was elsewhere planning for a future that was never going to happen. Luke had failed to recognise that over the years Mel had let him have a few small triumphs but all big decisions had been hers, she just let him think he had input at times. Lisa, not thinking about it, straightened the tops on her hold up stockings, she was immersing in the role she had so often played in private. She slipped on the 4 inch heels she was adept at walking in. Looking over her shoulder into the full length mirror she had to admit her legs looked good, heels definitely added something. Lisa turned, admiring herself full front, the dress did hang well but then when Luke was considering buying he knew there would only be one so it better be a good one. The dress and three layer petticoats came just above the knee, classic black. A corset had been seriously considered but had not been got round to. Boobs were adjusted, silicone fillers and good ones, not the cheap ones sold in cross dresser sites. Shame about the hair, he had been cautious about growing it too long so as not to raise suspicions, should have bought a wig. The male watch did not go back on Lisa's wrist but the time was noted, there were 5 minutes left on the time allowance so she made her way down the stairs and stopped outside the lounge door to smooth down the dress. With a sudden jolt she realised that Jason would still be there and felt the nerves rise, it didn't matter that he had already seen Luke like this, this felt different somehow. Taking s deep breath Lisa opened the door and walked in, 'you should knock first' said Melanie in a tone that allowed no question. Caught completely off guard he retreated and knocked the door and waited for permission to enter which was granted after a long 30 seconds. Lisa entered 'don't forget to curtsey' intoned Melanie, Lisa curtseyed well enough that it was obvious she had practised it. 'When you enter for the first time you greet me and ask my wellbeing, you also greet any guest', Lisa really was out of her depth. 'Good afternoon Miss Melanie, I trust you are well?, good afternoon Jason', Melanie looked Lisa in the eye until Lisa looked down 'not too bad Lisa but it is Mister Jason, try it again, from the start'. Crimson in the face Lisa returned to the hall and tapped the door and waited for the 'enter' command. Lisa curtseyed 'good afternoon Mistress, I hope you are well, good afternoon Mr Jason, I trust you are well'. Lisa was aware that several precedents had been set. Jason smiled, was it a smile of triumph wondered Lisa. 'I am very well thank you Lisa', Jason had used the feminine name. Melanie looked up 'Lisa get the front door for Mr Jason', Jason stood up to go when Melanie said 'thank you for bringing this to my attention Jason' while escorting him to the front door 'I am sure there must be some way to thank you'. Jason smiled, he had always fancied Mel 'I am sure we can think of something', he smiled. Melanie put her arms round his neck and kissed him 'I am sure we can come up with something' she smiled 'but not tonight'. Lisa was outraged but kept her expression neutral, there would be words about this, oh yes,  she is not putting up with that. 

Lisa closed the door 'I want a word', Melanie slowly turned 'about what?' she said with an annoyed tone that Lisa did not pick up 'that, the display at the door'. Melanie slowly walked toward Lisa with an expression that even Lisa could not mistake 'you impertinent girl', she spat 'I find out my husband has been lying all these years and is really a sissy and you have the temerity to be annoyed?' she snarled. 'I have carried you financially all these years and this is the thanks I get?', one further step and she slapped his face hard. 'If I want to play with a real man I will, if you don't like it get out'. she saw the shock on his face 'if you think I am sharing my bed with a sissy you are mistaken' her voice was low and quiet but full of power and outrage, Lisa crumbled under the onslaught. Lisa stammered an apology but Melanie had turned and walked away. After the shock had worn off indignation set in  and Lisa stormed after Melanie into the lounge where Melanie was by now sat on the sofa and stammered that 'it is not right, I deserve respect', Melanie looked up at her sissy with a steely gaze, grabbed the wrist and dragged a shocked Lisa over her lap. The leather slipper was where it was left on the arm of the sofa. In one movement she had pinned Lisa over her lap, swept the dress up, knickers down and was now applying the slipper with gusto to Lisa bare bum. Melanie was fit, she jogged each morning and did gym twice a week, Lisa had let herself go, not to the point of weight gain but in overall fitness and was no match for Mel. The status of the sissy was being demonstrated with clarity, she stopped when Lisa began to cry genuine tears. She unceremoniously pushed Lisa off her lap and onto the floor. 'Go to bed, in the morning I want either a full apology on your knees or I want you gone', Lisa began to sob something out but Melanie cut her short 'go to bed now'.