"I promise to be good" said Don. He swore to never argue with her again. It wasn't worth having to go through that!

"I have an assignment for you tonight" said Carol, as the day wound to a close, and Don put his pants and wing tip shoes back on. Carol hung the skirt in her coat closet, and placed the pumps there too.

"What is it?" asked Don.

"Come look at this clothes catalog. See these pants here? These are women's pants. They are made of a stretch material to hug a girl's curves, and have a slightly flared leg. But you'll be able to wear them around the office without standing out. Only you and I will know that they're really girl's pants."

Don gulped. He was going to have to start wearing girl's pants at work now too.

"And these tops here are for women too, but again they won't stand out. Go buy enough of them to have a different outfit every day. Some days I will make you change into your skirt when you arrive, some days you'll go around in pants. But either way, from now on, you will only wear clothing made for girls. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Rogale" said a reluctant Don. But he was not about to argue the point. He set off for a shopping trip.

* * *

By the end of the week, Don was exhausted. True to her word, every day, Carol had added one minor thing to his list of tasks. He was now wearing a style of women's shoes that looked almost like men's. In fact, not one article of clothing he wore anymore was made for men.

And even over the weekend, he had to go out and buy a makeup kit, and get a manicure (but thankfully he only had to use a clear coat instead of nail polish).

He showed her his hands on Monday morning, and she was pleased. He thought that nobody would notice the clear coat once it dried, but he was mortified to find that it was highly reflective, and you could tell that he had done something to his fingernails.

"I have a present for you, Heather" said Carol.

Don had come to dread her presents. They tended to be something that would excite him for a while, but in the long run, cause him pain and embarrassment.

He opened the box, and looked in to see a pair of "inserts".

"These are flesh colored silicon get" said Carol. "Women use them to add to their bust size, for special occasions. These will only add about an inch to your bust, but as a girl, if you can completely fill out a bigger bra, it is a huge plus!"

She made Don take off his top, and she showed him how to put them into the padded bra she had told him to wear. They felt cold and clammy against his skin at first, but they quickly warmed up to body temperature. They even had a fake nipple on the front of them, sticking up stiffly.

"And I have this for you too" said Carol. It was a blouse, very feminine with a scoop neck. It was also very tight, whereas Don's other tops were loose fitting. Being tight, it made his little booblets really seem to stick out.

It was only one inch, but between the padded bra and the insert, Don felt huge, like he really did have big boobs. Going from nothing to something bigger would be a bigger shock to the system than moving from them to anything else in the future.

"You will *always* wear your inserts at work" said Carol. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Rogale. I will always wear my inserts" said Don.

"Heather, tell me that you wish you had big boobs."

"I wish I had big boobs" said Don. It *was* true. He just didn't like how it felt to be *forced* to do it. He wanted to dress up in private, not at work. But she was feminizing him right there in the office! He felt powerless and weak, as every day she moved him further forward.

On Tuesday, she made him start to wear light makeup on his face. Then the next day, he also had to wear a shade of lipstick that was barely noticeable. Then a nail polish the same color as his nail beds, only more consistent than the natural variations.

"Over time, you will start to wear more and more prominent colors" she said. "And soon we will add mascara to the list. But for now, just the fact that you are wearing makeup and nail polish every day is sufficient."

In his skirt and high heels, Don felt so fragile that he would start crying sometimes. Carol would console him, and tell him that all girls get emotional.

But she was only supportive to a degree. And she kept heaping on task after task.

"I want you to get a good pair of tweezers today, and pluck out five hairs from each of your eyebrows. It will be very gradual, but in a few months, when they're down to just a fine thin womanly line, then you will just have to maintain them. But for now, you need to reduce them."

Don realized that soon, just by looking at him, everyone would know that something was up. His wife was acting strangely towards him, keeping distant. It wasn't like her. But she didn't want to talk about it.

He was thankful when Friday rolled around, even if his assignment for Monday was to paint his toenails in a bright red color. That meant he would have to quit his basketball team. If they saw him in the shower with shaved legs and painted toenails...

He realized what Carol was doing. She was starting to put more and more of a control on his entire life. At first, he thought he could get away with being a woman at work, then going back to his normal life. But she was going to make sure that she controlled *every* aspect of his life.

He felt a twitch between his legs. The thought that she truly *controlled* him made him twinge. He didn't know if he liked this anymore. He didn't want to go any further. But what was he going to do? Quit his job? No, he had to continue on with her tortures.

* * *

On Monday, Don wasn't too surprised that Carol had another present for him. It turned out to be a wig, with long blond hair.

"Once your own hair grows long enough, we can get it dyed blond. But it takes a long time for hair to grow, so you will use this until then."

With the long hair cascading over his face, he felt lost within his role of Heather. So little of being Don remained! There was just his home life. At work, she was making him wear the skirt all the time now. And he was becoming accustomed to being called "Heather", and even expected it now. In fact, while shopping at the mall on Sunday, he heard someone say the name Heather, and he turned around, saying 'yes?' without thinking. He felt like he was starting to drown in femininity.

The day went by fast however, and he was relived that Carol had not done anything yet today to add to his burdens. But as they got ready to leave for the night, she had something to tell him.

"Inform your wife tonight that you are going to spend next week out of town on a business trip. If she asks what it is about, you will tell her 'training'. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Rogale" said Don. "Where are we going?"

"Actually, we're not leaving town. We are going to spend the week at my house. There, you will learn quite a bit about being a woman. So I suppose that 'training' is correct after all. I will be training you in how to be female."

Don's wife wasn't pleased at the news. They had a big argument, and he ended up sleeping on the couch. That made him not get a good sleep, and as a result he was five minutes late to work.

"I am disappointed in you Heather. I specifically told you that I demand punctuality" said Carol, shaking her head. "As a punishment for being late, you will have to wear these now."

She handed a new pair of inserts to Don, ones that were at least two and a half inches thick. There would be no mistaking it now, that he had breasts under his blouse.

"And you will start to use this shade of nail polish. Put it on now!"

It was a darker pink than the pale one used before, and now it was more readily apparent that he indeed was wearing nail polish. Bigger boobs, and more colorful nails. He vowed never to be late again.

The week wore on, and Don was now past the point of caring what additional tasks Carol gave him. It didn't matter anymore. He was sure that everyone at work was talking about him, and that they all knew. How could they not? We was wearing women's clothes, a bra stuffed with several inches of fake boob, and dark enough nail polish to notice. It wasn't fall yet, so he couldn't get away with wearing gloves. And he couldn't go to the cafeteria to eat anymore. He was trapped in Carol's office, all the time.

He was becoming numb to it all. It wasn't a game anymore, and it wasn't fun. He wanted out. But how? He decided that during the 'business trip' next week, he would have a long talk with Carol, and convince her to let him go free.

* * *

Sunday evening couldn't come fast enough. Don showed up at Carol's house, and parked his car in her four car garage, which had two empty spaces. He brought in his suitcase, and she directed him to a bedroom. The decor was very feminine, and there was no mistaking the fact that it was a girl's room.

Don unpacked, and found that the dresser and the closet were full to the bursting point with women's clothes, undergarments, shoes and accessories.

"I brought you here this week Heather, because I know that at work you feel threatened by discovery. You don't want people to see you for the girl that you really are. But here, we have complete privacy. You will spend the entire week here as a woman, with no breaks. You will walk, talk, think and *feel* like a woman, at all times."

Now this was more like it! This was Don's fantasy, come to life. He would wait until *after* the week was up, to ask for his freedom. He was going to enjoy this part, or so he thought.

"First of all, those inserts of yours are too tiny. For this week, you will be wearing these."

She showed him a box containing two large breast forms, the same size as a real breast. They were held in place with a special glue, so they wouldn't slip. He felt like he was stacked once they were in place.

"And you will wear these special panties" she said, handing them to him. They were padded in the rear and the hips, making it seem like he had curves.

"And you will wear full makeup, perfume, red nail polish, jewelry, and of course your wig at all times."

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