Delivery Acceptance

Spending another hour going over videos and re-working his make-up, Paul finally put his powder brush down and shook his head at his video image. He could still see so many flaws and his male face in there; he was sure Katie was going to be able to do a better job.

“Finally done, Paulie?”

Paul just about jumped out of his chair. “uhm, yes, Trainer Bill. I didn’t realize you were still watching.”

“Well, I wanted to go over a few things with you; but I gave up after about 5 minutes of you undoing and redoing your make up. I just got back and caught you putting it down.”

“oh, okay, Trainer Bill. What do you need?”

“We only have a few weeks left, and there are several things we still need to fine tune, but you have a good solid base by this point. However, it's time to jump up the difficulty to get it more consistent.”

Paul was sure things were getting to a steady state; he thought he was almost done. Where was Trainer Bill going with this? “How so, Trainer Bill?”

“Luckily, the Gadget has some advanced settings that will be able to help with this. I’ll show how they can work. Go over to your dining room table.”

Paul slowly stood up and started going to the dining room table. “yes, Trainer Bill.” Hearing the click of his heels as he went through home, Paul stopped behind a chair of the dining room.

“Have you heard of a Hip Hinge, Paulie?”

“No, Trainer Bill; what’s that?”

“I noticed earlier when we were working on the installation, you’re bending at your hips a lot. Obviously the corset isn’t so rigid that it will stop you, but you need to change your posture when bend over to prevent from damaging the corsets or yourself. The way you can achieve that is using what’s called a ‘Hip Hinge’. Go ahead and pull a chair out.”

Paul slowly slid a chair out and stood next to it.

“For a Hip Hinge, keep your back straight, stick your tailbone out, and bend at your knees. However, keep your shins pointing straight up. Do that and reach down to grab the seat.”

Paul started the movement and Bill continued to critique him until he had him in the right position.

“K, hold it there for a moment.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul said feeling awkward.

“Alright, now keeping your back straight, push your tailbone back and continue down until you can rest on your elbows.”

Some more critique and Bill had Paul in the proper form; the stretching & exercises helped ensure he had the flexibility & limb strength for this.

“K, got those locked in. Now stand back up.”

Paul stood up and felt really odd standing around this chair.

“Now, hinge down to grab the seat.”

Paul slowly shifted down and suddenly felt a light <BUZZ> and jumped back up with a ‘yip’.

Bill chuckled a bit, “do it again, but don’t stop until you can put your elbows on the seat.”

Paul repeated the process. Once his hands reach the seat, he felt the <BUZZ> start again and could feel pulses increase in intensity until he got down to his elbows and quickly stood up. “Was that really necessary, Trainer Bill?”

“It’s not how you normally move, Paulie. Doing this will help you practice getting the right form with automatic feedback. I had the Gadget calibrate its sensors to those positions and return positive responses as you achieve them.”

Paul wasn’t really sure about this, but didn’t want to just do a mediocre job either. Sighing, he replied with “yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Good! Because there are some other things you need to hone to improve your function. You’ve been working really well on your form and step with the treadmill, but now with the open path of walking around your home, you need to work on consistency and repetition. It needs to become second nature to do the same and not misstep. With that in mind, I want you to walk back to the spare bedroom and come back here and focus on keeping your steps consistent while maintaining your form and gait. When you get back here, hinge down & lift up the chair before setting it back down.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied as he began walking back to the back room trying to maintain his proper swing and foot placement.

About halfway there, Bill popped in, “listen to the click of your shoes and try to keep a steady rhythm.”

Paul continued to focus and listened to the <click, click, click> of the heels. He could notice a few were off beat, but felt they were rather consistent.

As Paul returned to the dining room, Bill continued. “That wasn’t bad, but I’m going to start a metronome here. Listen to the clicks of the metronome and try to focus on landing your feet with the beat.” Bill started the pulsing clicks and Paul bobbed his head as he heard them. “Alright, try to match the speed.”

Paul started his steps but quickly found himself getting off-beat. Taking a few shuffle steps, he was finally able to get the steps right.

“K, you’re getting it, now keep that going just a little bit more.” Paul did about a dozen more steps before Bill broke in, “okay. Hold there for a moment.” Paul stood still with the metronome just pulsing in his head along with the routine vocal training of Molly in the background waiting for Trainer Bill to continue.

“Alright, that should do it. Now, do it again and maintain that same beat.”

Paul took about 3 steps before he felt a light <buzz>. This was really not what he expected and caused a stutter step which quickly earned a mild <zap>. He paused for a moment to get a handle on what was really happening here.

“Good! It appears to be working. The Gadget is now calibrated to your proper stepping pattern and will help hone that consistency you need to work on. Spend about 10 minutes and just go to the spare bedroom and back to the dining room as a simple circuit.”

This seemed to be getting to be a bit much, Paul figured this was only something to make it right; he could deal with it for a few minutes. “Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied before starting on the next exercise. Within a few steps in accordance with the metronome still playing, Paul felt another <buzz> and stumbled into a <zap> but he quickly recovered back to pace. Within a few minutes, Paul’s heart rate was definitely elevated, his breathing heavy & deep, and his eyes nearly dilated from the constant stimulation; however, his focus on his steps pushed all these indicators to the back of his observations. Before long, Paul was regularly getting an affirmative <buzz> following each of the clicks of his high heels with only the occasional <zap> of a miss.

A beeping alarm could be heard as Bill confirmed, “alright, good girl! That was great!! Good job for your first set, Paulie! Already seeing an improvement in your consistency.”

Panting & grinning broadly from the glowing praise of his training partner, Paul replied with a chipper, “thank you, Trainer Bill!”

“Now keeping that same pace and focusing on that, I want you to work on your vocal training. Make sure you’re saying something with each step. This will help you practice multi-tasking.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul focused on the background audio and catching where it was in the cycle, he timed it with a new step, “I am powerful.” Ensuring it fell right on the step, he continued “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body,” to encompass several strides. He was just glad to tell the gadget’s responses were no longer active as that would make these even harder.

Bill let him get through a couple of more phrases before he stopped Paul, “okay, I think you got the idea. Is that the only recording you have still?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill. I couldn’t find any others and just felt wrong bugging her to do that.”

“Well, it doesn’t necessarily have to be Molly. You could work with a good audio dialogue from a show or movie. Multiples even. Heck, you could record your own voice with that spray as long as you make sure it's accurate. But you should probably branch out.”

Paul felt like he was disappointing his training partner. He was sure there had to be a script or movie or something he could do. “Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“We’ll work with what we have for now. I’m going to set a 10-minute timer again, and I want you do keep doing circuits while doing your vocal exercises but maintain that consistency you were getting before.”

Paul would definitely be making it a priority to get some new recordings for Trainer Bill. “Yes, Trainer Bill,” he responded before picking up with the loop again on a new step, “I am a good cum slut. I am beautiful....”

Bill just shook his head at Paul’s ignorance of his own repetition & turned down the volume while he took care of some back-office needs for his businesses.

To his credit, Paul was staying rather consistent with is steps, but he was sure there were at least a few times a zap would have been earned if the audio mode triggers were on. Regardless, he kept the vocal stream going and the pace, before long almost feeling disembodied hearing this foreign, sultry voice with the clicks of high heels, he could feel pressure building in his gaff that was already elevated.

<DING-DONG> Paul suddenly stopped in his tracks. A quick <knock-knock-knock> confirmed that someone was indeed at his front door. Paul was frozen like a deer in the headlights as he just stared down the front hallway to the main door. He could feel his racing pulse in his neck as he strained to understand the muffled, gruff voices coming through the door.

Paul felt like he was standing there for an eternity before the <KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK> caused a yelp before a deep voice beamed through the door, “LIST Delivery Services, ma’am.” Paul quickly tried to make a dash to his bedroom as he felt a <zap> with each hurried step and nearly stumbled to the floor before catching a bar stool.

The erratic motion on the security feed in the corner of his eye quickly caught Bill’s attention. Seeing Paul nearly panicking in what appeared to be a test of breaking his ankle, Bill quickly changed the volume and keyed in, “Paulie, you okay?”

In a harsh whisper, Paul responded quietly, “no! It is not okay. There are delivery guys here.”

“K, get the delivery later. You can finish your sets first.”

“NO!” Paul continued to snip in his sultry whisper “they’re not just leaving it.”

Bill switched the video feed to the front and saw a couple of delivery guys with a large crate. It was hard to tell specific details with the fisheye of the camera, but the crate was easily 6 feet tall.

“You getting' furniture or something, Paulie?”

“NO!” Paul replied before recalling, “fuck! The cabinet. They said the delivery was delayed. Why the fuck are they here??”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask them?”

“Like this?!? I can’t let some strangers see me like this. Definitely can’t explain that I’m ‘Paul’!”

“Does this intercom button on this feed work?”

“I don’t know. I guess. Never bothered.”

Bill turns off the audio to Paul and enables the mic for the front door, “Hello?”

Leaning into the camera, one of the big guy replies, “uh, ya, we’re hear with LIST Delivery to drop off this gun cabinet. You Paul?”

Gun cabinet?? “I thought the delivery was delayed?”

“Oh, they must have told you about our broke impact driver. Ya, we can’t do the bolt down installation today, but they’ll schedule someone else to follow up on that.”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you. Can you come back later?”

Scoffing the guy replied, “buddy, with the schedule and hours they got us working right now, you’ll be lucky if they can fit you back in by Christmas.” “New Years,” his buddy chimes in with.

“Well, I’m not there right now; I’m at work. Can you just leave it there and I’ll bring it in?”

“Buddy, this thing ways a ton and if you just get some mook to drag it in, they’re going to destroy your house. We heard your wife in there. We promise we will be in & out in no time, and she can get back to her soaps.”

Bill chuckled that this neanderthal is exactly what Paul deserved. He was more possible than he realized, and these guys just want to move on with their day; they couldn’t care less about the person letting them in.

“Hold on. Let me talk to ‘my wife’ and let her know.”

“You want me to do what, Trainer Bill?!?”

“Look, these guys are professionals. They’re just here to get that gun safe put in place. They got someone else coming in to drill it down, so they’re just gonna put it in place and leave. Just let them in and you’re done.”

“They’re gonna freak at seeing some guy in drag. I can’t let them know I’m Paul.”

“You’re right; you can’t. Besides, they assumed I was ‘Paul’ on the intercom. They just assume you’re ‘Molly’. They’ll come & go, and you’ll never see them again. Besides, it will be good practice for the party; I’m sure people will show up you’ve never met before. This will be a great way to get past the initial shock. I promise; stick to your training & I assure you they won’t see anything but a beautiful housewife.”

Paul was a little shocked, “you think I’m ‘beautiful’, Trainer Bill?!?”

“They will and that’s what matters right now. Play the part; be the chipper, elegant housewife I know you can be, and they’ll be gone before you know it.”

“Um, if you say so, Trainer Bill. Just let them in and that’s it, right?”

“That’s it, Paulie. I know you can do it.”

Paul takes a deep breath, steps towards the front door, and says “Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“That’s a good girl! I’ll keep an eye out just in case, but you got this.”

Stopping at the front door, breathing in heavily, and plastering a big smile on his face, Paul grips the handle and opens the door.

“Hello! Thank you so much for waiting! You can go ahead and bring it in.”

“Oh, uh, yes, ma’am. Not a worry. But first we need to see the path and make sure we have a clear path and won’t cause problems.”

“Um, yes, of course. Um follow me.” Paul turned and began to walk away; this was more than he expected. After a couple of steps, he got a <zap> and realized the gadget’s prompts were still active and he’s got to really focus on the steps, and proceeded to fix his gait.

The pair of delivery men both took a moment to watch the short, pleated dress side to side and appreciated the click of the heels of the elegant lady of the house moved on. Turning to look at each other, they both shook their heads and dutifully followed her lead.

Paul continued to try to focus on his steps and form ensure to fully sway properly to ensure there were no zaps given to him. However, each step was being ‘rewarded’ with a firm and not entirely unpleasant <BUZZ>. When he finally made it to the safety of the spare bedrooms carpet, he was finally able to breathe and try to compose himself with a big smile before turning back to his guests. “Right over there, gentlemen.”

As they stepped past the lady, they were both impressed with her height with the heels, but were rewarded with a very pleasant fruity aroma. Looking around the room, the lead turned back to the hostess, “do you happen to know where your husband wants it? These usually don’t move once we put them in place.”

Paul was taken a little surprised to think what ‘his husband’ wants since it’s him. However, he quickly moved over and indicated the area against the wall next to the closet door. “Right here, I believe.”

Taking out a tape measure, the team lead reaches between Paul & the wall to measure out from the door frame to a position on the wall. Stopping the other end on the wall he looks down to see small dresser with a trash can next to it. “Um, yes, ma’am. I’m afraid these will have to move to have it fit here. Is that okay?”

Paul returned the courtesy with, “yes, Sir.. “ a <BUZZZ> suddenly interrupted him but he regained his composure and continued the sentence, “we can just slide the dresser down the wall.”

As the delivery men make quick work of the dresser, Paul glares up at the security camera in the room trying to figure out what Trainer Bill is up to. While they were busy moving the furniture, Paul reflexively hinged down to pick up trash can as he had been practicing and was rewarded with another <BUZZ> but bit his lip as he turned away before the workmen could see his reaction.

As they sat the dresser down, the junior team member silently tapped his team lead as he saw the lady setting the trash can on the other side of the room. The team lead turned just in time to see the MILF sticking her ass out as the hem creeped up to expose the bottom of her thong before she stood back up fully erect.

“Is that enough for you?” Paul asked as he turned around to look at the empty space on the wall.

Both men glanced nervously at each other worried they were about to get written up again. “I’m sorry, ma’am?”

“The space on the wall; will that be enough for the cabinet?”

"Oh, right, yes, this is plenty.” the lead replied nervously. “Um, the other thing, ma’am. We need to remove the carpet where it's going to sit. It provides for stability issue to not have a firm platform and it would ruin the carpet anyway. Is that alright?”

“Yes, Sir. <BUZZ> go right ahead.” Bill was going to hear it after this.

“Thank you,” the lead replied before turning to his teammate, “go ahead and get the crate ready to come in, I’ll get this up.”

“Ya, Boss.”

The lead pulled out a carpet knife and started cutting the square; Paul really hoped Molly was going to be okay with this. “This is some really nice carpet. You pick it out? Seems to match well.”

“Ya, well, gotta make sure the carpet matches the drapes,” Paul replied with a giggle as he took a few steps closer to see what he was actually doing.

The delivery lead snapped his head back at that comment to see the woman standing close enough that the hem easily let him see up to her mid-thigh, but her turned quickly back to the task at hand. “Uh, ya, your uh, husband appreciate it, ma’am?”

“Oh, he notices it, but he prefers the bare, hard floors rather than messy carpet, so I did that everywhere else for him.” Paul said remembering the ‘discussions’ he had with Molly about redoing the rooms & how he would much prefer the hardwood than the carpet but relented on the guest room in case they weren’t used to keeping feet warm on cold nights.

The delivery man nearly ripped past his mark he was lost in trying to figure out if she was flirting in double entendre or really that naïve. “So you just did it to please him?”

“Well, at first, but I’ve grown to prefer them,” Paul recounts thinking how Molly finally came around. “The smooth, hard surfaces just make getting this so much easier & look nearly new as I take care of it.”

The delivery guy made his final cut and rolled up the carpet & padding into a bundle, and set them out of the way. “Uh, that’s good. I’m gonna go check on my partner; I’ll be right back. Wait here out of the way, ma’am.”

“Yes, Sir.” Paul replied automatically and flipped off the camera when he felt the <BUZZ>. Bill was going to get an ear full after this.

Paul noticed a large scrap of padding in the area they had cut out, so he moved over to pick it up. He hinged down to pick it up and felt the <BUZZ’ing> slowly increase as he was getting down. As he finally reached the padding, he felt a quick influx of vibrations and caused a quick, involuntary flex; this caused the end of the training aid to suddenly popped past the sphincter. Feeling it dislodge, Paul quickly stood up straight. He could feel it pressing against the back of his gaff and pulling against the gadget & his folded penis. He began reaching back to try to press it back in, but he heard the delivery guys moving down the hall.

Paul saw their shadows cross over the door frame and quickly slammed his bottom down on the bed to get out of the way & try to discreetly rectify the situation.

For their part, the professionals were focused on moving the heavy piece of storage without damaging the area around them. Paul noticing, they were focused on the moving, he tried to press down and wiggled his hips side to side to try to reseat the training aid.

As they squarely brought the cabinet into alignment with the cleared floor, they gently laid it down and performed some minor adjustments before turning their attention to their hostess.

Unfortunately for Paul, he had gotten so lost on nearly getting it in place, he had closed his eyes to focus. From the delivery team's perspective, there was an attractive MILF sitting on her bed, skirt spread out around her, thighs exposed as she wiggled her hips side to side, moving her thighs in & out, showing peaks of her panties. Both men stood there, mouths a bit a gap, watching the show before them.

Paul suddenly felt it pop back into place and a moan involuntarily, finally opening his eyes in relief only to see the two stocky men standing before him. His face went flush as he realized what they were seeing and slammed his knees together.

“Um, yes, miss, well um that should do it,” the lead guy volunteered breaking the silence before turning to this coworker. “Go take the equipment out and I’ll get the paperwork taken care of so we can get out of here. Er, her hair.”

“Right, sure, boss,” the guy says as he tries to avert his eyes and drags everything out without looking up from the floor.

After he was sure the guy was out of hearing range, the lead picked up the clipboard and brought it over to Paul, “just have papers for you to sign, ma’am, to indicate it's been delivered and placed in your residence.”

“Oh, of course, yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> Paul replied and missed stopping the moan that involuntarily came out of his mouth. Grabbing the pen, he caught himself from putting down his name and tried to make a big curly signature like Molly does, but the pen failed to write anything. “It's not working, let me go grab another one,” Paul volunteered wanting to get this done as soon as possible and began walking to the office. Within a few steps onto the hard floor of the hallway, his rushed steps caused a quick <zap> leading into a stumble as he cursed under his breath when he caught himself on the wall.

The delivery man heard the commotion & made it to the hall in time to see the MILF sashaying down the hall and turn into the office. Hearing her heels click into the open office, and followed to make sure there isn’t another issue.

Paul reached his desk and hinged down to reach over & open the drawer to grab a pen. With the pen in hand, he shook his head about trying to sign as Paul and proceeded to sign with flowy loops like ‘Molly’ normally would.

With the paper close to her signature, Paul stood up and turned around to find the delivery person close behind him. “oh, uh, hello.”

“I’ll take that, ma’am.”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> The petulant stimulation caused Paul to inhale quickly as he passed over the paperwork; with the close proximity to the laborer, his sinuses were assaulted with scents that recalled a locker room post workout.

Taking the papers, the delivery guy turned to usher the lady of the house towards the front door to see her out.

As Paul felt the hand on his back, he started to move his hands behind him, but recalled the many times he had done that with Molly & assumed it might be seen as odd, so proceeded to cover the action by folding his hands behind his back to maintain his posture. As his heels clicked on the floor, the encouraging buzzes continued and his breathing continued to consume the aroma of his companion. Memories began triggering back to college days of the dorm communal showers post activities; guys trying to move around, get dressed, and avoid looking at each other. Clicking down the hall towards the front door an image of one day when a drunk dormmate who could easily pass for a twink ran through the showers twerking. Paul’s mind continued to wonder before the delivery guy finally broke through with clearing his throat.

“So, that should be good for the cabinet. I will be... or someone from the company will be back in a couple of weeks when our installation replacement equipment is returned, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir.” <BUZZ> Paul involuntarily moaned with an almost whimper and stomped his foot as he turned his head to glare at the camera.

“Um, yes, well. Take care and uh thank you for choosing LIST,” he said letting himself out as he looked at the almost petulant lady watching him leave.

As soon as the door closed, Paul sashayed back to the office to pull up Skype and call out Bill. Seeing the chat go active, he quickly jumped in, “what the hell was that, Bill?”

“Woah! What, Paulie?” Bill quickly jumped on what seemed like a very bitchy client.

“What was your deal with using the gadget with the delivery guys here??”

“What are you talking about? I looked at the feeds occasionally to make sure there wasn’t anything dangerous, but it seemed like the flirting went well. They seemed to eat it up.”

“Flirting?!? I was just trying to deal with the constant buzzing of the damn thing as I walked and your insistent trigger it seemed like every time I said the one phrase.”

“Hold on. Let me check something.” Scrolling through his app Bill found the setting he was looking for. “Ah, the walking guides are still active. Well, that at least ensured you kept good form, right?”

“Well, yes, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Why did you press it each time I said ‘yes’?”

“I didn’t touch the app.... actually, what *exactly* did you say, Paulie?”

“Just every time I said ‘yes’”

“Just ‘yes’ or did you say something else?”

“Well, he was saying ‘ma’am’, so I had replied in kind with ‘yes, Sir’” <BUZZ> “What the fuck, Bill??”

“Okay, that’s another part of the training program. It's something I setup usually for my.... clients... to encourage proper phrases I want to hear from them. I didn’t think you would say it, so I did even think about it.”

“Wait, are you trying to tell me you want to hear me say that?” Paul was feeling a little confused by this.

“We talked about it earlier using proper decorum, but you have been opting for ‘Trainer Bill’... and that’s what I said I would accept, so I left it at that.”

“But that’s not what you wanted?” Guilt was almost creeping into his mind. Was he failing at something simple for his training partner?

“The big thing is you need to keep the proper decorum, which this whole conversation has been lacking, but while I wouldn’t accept it from my normal clients, I’ve lowered the bar for your needs.”

Paul felt almost like it was a backhanded consolation. He was just as good as any of his other training clients. Why the fuck should he be any more lenient on me? “Are you trying to say I’m not capable of it, Trainer Bill?”

Bill chuckled a bit, “oh, I’m sure you’re capable. I’m just not sure you’re ready to push yourself towards that.”

“Oh, I am more than ready, Trainer Bill!” he replied definitely.

“You sure about that, Paulie?”

“Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> Paul tried to maintain a stoic expression just to show Bill he could take whatever he could dish out in training exercises.

“Well, think about that before you go further down that road. Regardless, I think you’ve probably done plenty of exercises today and we should probably break for the weekend.”

Paul had to admit he was feeling oddly tired if not outright mentally exhausted. He hoped he wouldn’t fall asleep before Molly got home. He was suddenly very randy and was definitely interested in greeting her enthusiastically as soon as she got home. Noticing the time, he realized he had a lot to do before she got home. “True, I do have a lot left to do outside of this, Trainer Bill.”

“Very good. I’ll get some more equipment for next week, and look for something to listen to or record for your training. I think it's clear you need something else to expand on.”

“Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> Paul said gritting his teeth with a smile.

Bill just chuckled and shook his head. “Goodbye, Paulie. Have a good weekend.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.”

Paul immediately got up and started putting away all of his training clothes, aids, makeup, and other equipment into the new locking cabinet and sealed it up with the key. He then proceeded to put together a dinner & clean up a few things around the place, before changing out of his outfit, showering, and putting a load of laundry in shortly before Molly made it home.