Pink

Pin was the option my Mistresses were hoping I would choose. They were all feminine no matter what color they were, but pink is almost universally considered feminine. Wearing the pink would be tantamount to accepting my new situation and wearing my submission on my body. I knew that's what my Mistresses were hoping for, and I knew it would be the least likely to receive another punishment.

Even still, it was beyond awkward pulling on panties for the first time. I stepped into them and slid them up my legs. They were so delicate it made my skin crawl. Pulling them in place against my cage and then releasing... the snap of the elastic as they tugged into place against my skin... I was mortified and completely emasculated.

The bra was even worse. It was clearly designed with my proportions, or lack thereof, in mind. The cups were fitted to the flatness of a male chest, with a slight amount of padding to conform to the natural curvature of a torso. It took me several minutes to figure out how to actually hook the clasp on the back, but I managed eventually.

When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so puny, so deplorably wimpy standing there in girly pink panties and matching bra. The ultra-feminine color truly removed any trace of masculinity from me. It made it look like I wanted to be girly. Like I was myself so un-manly I had to wear panties and a bra.

I threw the rest of my clothes on quickly and came to my next difficult decision of the day.

Which Mistress to go to for inspection.