PART 9: THE POWER OF THREE
Kimmee's (Ken's) heels clicked across the marble floor of the hotel lobby. He was in a hurry to go nowhere. He figured if he walked fast enough no one would notice the secret underneath the feminine facade. Mistress Kareena had done such a fabulous job at hiding his masculinity and highlighting his feminine qualities that someone passing by would not even have second thoughts that Kimmee was a woman. Despite this remarkable transformation, Kimmee felt insecure and vulnerable. He felt like all eyes were glaring at him and questioning his identity.
After aimlessly wandering around the hotel, Kimmee finally found a chair in a quiet corner of the lobby. It was awkward sitting down in a skirt. He felt the need to cross his legs. He chuckled to himself at this feminine instinct.
Kimmee read the instructions from his mistress and the list of things for him to do. For the most part, it was a list of feminine items to buy or try-on. Kimmee was to take a picture during each task and transmit it to Mistress Kareena via the cell phone. Not only did this document his first female day, but it provided Mistress with a continued update of his progress throughout the day.
Kimmee re-read the note several times in a daydream state. He was comfortable where he was and was afraid and nervous to start his tasks. Finally he mustered up enough nerve to get up and start his first task, which was to purchase a tampon from the ladies room in the hotel. Fortunately the restroom was not far from where he was sitting. He stared at the entrance for several minutes. When he was certain no one had gone in, he quickly made his way into the ladies room.
When the door closed behind him his body tingled with excitement. His cock swelled in its trapped state. He couldn't believe he was standing in a ladies restroom. It was taboo and kinky. He observed the fresh flowers on the marble counter and an eloquent couch near the entrance. Kimmee thought about how nice and luxurious the ladies room was compared to a men's room. It was like a luxurious escape from the world. 'I guess this is a nice perk to being a woman' he said to himself.
Kimmee approached the tampon dispenser which hung on the wall. He pulled two quarters from his purse and inserted them into the machine. A tampon in a pink wrapper dropped in the tray at the bottom of the dispenser. Kimmee picked it up and another rush of excitement flushed through him. To a normal woman this was an everyday purchase. However, Kimmee was a sissy whose emotions were wild with ecstasy. To him, purchasing the feminine product was an exciting event. He stared at the pink wrapper and thought about how intimate of an object the tampon was. Knowing that the intended place for the tampon was a woman's pussy aroused him. He grimaced in pain as his cock swelled and tried to free itself from the confines of his panties.
Kimmee tried to calm himself down, but it just wasn't happening. He looked at his watch and realized 20 minutes had elapsed since he first left the room and he had only completed one task. He decided he had to move on, despite the struggle occurring in his panties. Using the camera phone and snapped a picture of himself holding the tampon. He transmitted the picture to Mistress Kareena and then continued on with his assignments.
The instant Mistress Kareena's phone beeped, she picked it up and viewed the picture. She was thrilled that Kimmee was following her orders. She had been concerned when nothing came through in the first 10 minutes. She wondered whether he had wimped out and left. Now that she had confirmation that her sissy was going through with the assignments, she relaxed. Mistress Kareena headed for the shower and began preparing for the evening events.
There were 3 pictures waiting for Mistress Kareena when she came out of the bathroom. One was with Kimmee holding his new lipstick and the other two were pictures of him in a dressing room trying on a dress. She was impressed at the dress Kimmee had picked. It was plain black and the loose flowing style hid his masculinity well. Kimmee's pussy moistened as she stared at the pictures. Even to her, it was unbelievable that Kimmee was going through with the tasks. She was thrilled at how her power and seduction had forced a man to feminize himself. The more she interacted with him, the more comfortable she became with her female power. She was excited and nervous about the planned evening events with Miss Jen, and Miss D.
Mistress Kareena dried and styled her hair. She was tedious with her make-up, trying to get the perfect look of sexuality and dominance. Finally she slid into her slinky black dress. It hugged her curves snugly, leaving no room for undergarments. The dress was more risqué than her typical style but she knew it would drive Kimmee crazy. She also knew that Miss Jen would be pleased that she was wearing the dress. Staring at herself in the mirror, she was impressed at the sexual radiance she exuded. She felt a bit kinky and naughty. Her pussy dampened from the excited thoughts.
Mistress Kareena finished getting dressed just in time to catch Kimmee on his last assignment. She hurried down to the hotel bar and settled into a small table at the back of the room. She had a perfect view of the bar where she could spy on Kimmee without being noticed. His last assignment was to sit at the bar and have two drinks. He could order a cosmopolitan or an apple martini. Mistress Kareena chose these drinks because they were more of a woman's drink and they were a bit potent.
About five minutes after Mistress Kareena arrived, Kimmee walked into the bar. Shopping bags hung from his hands and he looked frazzled. Mistress Kareena's pussy tingled at the sight of her sissified boy. He looked pretty and girly. She giggled, knowing that beneath the skirt, his cock was neatly tucked between his legs like a pussy.
For Kimmee, the bar experience was nerve racking. Throughout the day he was able to avoid people and avoid talking. Now he had to order a drink from the bartender He thought about how embarrassing it would be if he was asked for ID. He was terrified of having to speak. He didn't know if he could pull off a woman's voice. Kimmee could have contemplated the whole bar assignment for hours but unfortunately he only had 10 minutes left to complete his assignments.
He sat on the barstool and crossed his legs like a lady. With his legs crossed he could not help but to squeeze his thighs and groin muscles. He felt lady-like and excited. He wished his cock was free and able to grow hard. He put his pretty purse on the table and the bar tender approached. Kimmee managed to squeak out a drink order. His voice was soft and crackly. His face was flushed with embarrassment. The cosmopolitan was a lighter shade of red and strong with Vodka. He drank it quickly and motioned for another one. He thought about ordering the apple martini, but was too embarrassed to speak up. It was easier to point to the glass and nod for a refill. He gulped the second drink down faster than the first and left a $20 bill on the bar. Too nervous to wait for change, he quickly got up and left.
Mistress Kareena had snuck out of the bar and was at the door when Kimmee arrived. Before he could knock she pulled the door open. "Hello Kimmee. How was everything?"
Kimmee was exhausted and his feet were killing him. However, the sight of his Mistress in the slinky black dress refreshed his emotions. Her perfume was sweet and intoxicating. She was dressed for adventure and Kimmee knew it. He suddenly felt invigorated and excited. "Pretty good. I completed all the tasks Mistress. My feet are a little sore, but other than that I'm fine."
"Awww.. Poor girl had a rough day. I guess you have new respect for us girls don't you. It takes a lot to be pretty doesn't it?"
"Yes. I don't know how you do it."
"Well, we've got a dinner date. Let's freshen you up a bit sweetie."
Mistress touched up Kimmee's make-up and lipstick. She re-applied his perfume and adjusted his wig. When she was satisfied she gestured toward the door. "Let's go dear. You need to be on your best behavior or I'll punish you, got it?"
"Yes. Ma'am."
