Blonde is the more sissy color

“Ah yes, I think I know just the one. Now sit here and hold on.”

She sits you on a stool by all the makeup, as she runs off in the store to grab something. You can’t help but to look up and down your body, smiling and touching yourself. Eventually your hands work their way under your very short skirt and through the latex frills to your cock. The feeling of your latex hand feels foreign but extremely pleasant as you start to stroke yourself over and over. You feel yourself already on the verge of cuming when a suprise yell ruins your chance, as the store owner comes up behind you yelling “What do you think you are doing sissy? Playing with that? Not in here! And after I put you in all this new beautiful attire... we will have to do something about that!”

You try to apologize, but are hushed. “You will only speak when asked a direct question, and will address all staff here as Mistress. Understood sissy?”

“Yes Mistress” You say dutifully, the thought of calling someone you didn’t know an hour ago Mistress not strange at all in your current state of mind.

“Good. Now let me see those roaming hands.” You present them, and she locks black rubber wrist restraints around each wrist, followed by pulling them behind you and locking them. “Now this should atleast keep you good while we finish off your looks.”

You blush as she starts on your face. The process takes a while, but is helped by your naturally young boyish looks. It doesn’t take much to push that into a very innocent feminine look. The store manager then pulls out an extremely large and curly blonde wig. It looks like it would fit better in a cheesy anime than in real life, but she doesn’t care as she pushes your hair back and clips the wig into place. It is heavier than you would have thought, but when she turns you around do you can see yourself in the mirror, you are amazed.

In the mirror is an extremely slutty but cute looking woman. It takes a few seconds to register that that is truly you, though there really isn’t any part of the old you that you can recognize. You try to touch your face, but your bound arms make that impossible.

“Now don’t you look amazing! You do get to keep that outfit, though it will come out of your paycheck.”

“Wait what?”

She frowns, grabbing you by the back of your neck and forcing you to bend over. She proceeds to lands a few extra sharp spanks on your bare ass under your dress. “How dare you sissy! Number one, it is Mistress. Number two, don’t speak unless asked a question. Finally, number three, never speak so rudely to your superior!”

You cry out, wanting to apologize but not wanting to get in more trouble for speaking. After your ass is spanked enough to start generating heat, she stops and lets you sit back down on your freshly sore ass.

“Anyway, sissy, this ensemble will cost you a full weekend of work, other than any tips you earn. And to make sure you will be back to pay it off, not to mention be a good gurl all weekend, there is one more item.

She holds up a small metal cage in the shape of a flaccid penis. You look with shock, but her smile only grows.