Real Stories - January/February 2009

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Imagine my shock when Sonia said, in a matter-of-fact tone of voice: “Who said they’re for me, Jamie? I bought them for you to wear. When I’ve got you looking like a pretty girl, you’ll see yourself differently, you'll be easier for me to control, you'll feel more submissive顺从 — willing to obey and obedient, and you'll therefore be closer to surrendering your male ego.” Or words to that effect. She then told me to undress, Quick! Smart!! I was flabbergasted!

Sonia then dressed me in my “uniform”. She then sat me down and put curlers in my longish blond hair. She spent ages making up my face, and I couldn’t see what Sonia was doing, until She was ready to parade me in front of the mirror.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Sonia had transformed me beyond recognition. I looked just like a girl, and felt dizzy with confusion and embarrassment.

Sonia spoke gently to me, as I fought back tears. She said that I was safe in her hands and I would grow to accept my uniform, knowing it was for my own good. As She wiped away my tears and kissed me, I felt a growing bond of trust between us.

As Sonia had assured me, I have grown to accept my uniform, wholeheartedly. It may sound strange, but I’m beginning to look forward to those alternate weekends when I wear my uniform all day Saturday and Sunday while I serve her, and on Friday or Saturday evenings when She goes out with her friends. Sonia is also teaching me how to walk and talk like a girl, and the correct way to make my up my face.