Another day as the housekeeper

You wake up without remembering anything of what you have dreamed, despite how hard your mind had worked the past few nights. In fact, you feel comforted and comfortable. Part of that is because you slept in the clothes you tried on yesterday. You hear the apartment door close, indicating that Andrew has left.

You start sorting through all the clothes he bought you, taking them out of the bags and folding them in your closet. Most of them look like women's clothes, although some you can make out are more androgynous. You've never understood fashion, so you just accept that it must be what's trendy.

Time to do housework. First you clean up the living room and the dishes you had dinner with yesterday. When you take them to the kitchen you get a surprise: it's dirty, messy, full of pots and pans. You remember that Andrew made dinner and made some noise and has left everything a mess. It's unusual for him, who is usually tidy, but you imagine that, since you are now cleaning up, he hasn't thought twice about it. After all, he's been thoughtful not only with your training and the gifts, but by making dinner.

As you painstakingly clean up the kitchen you decide that from now on you will be making dinner. Not only because you feel indebted to your master, but because it's less work to clean up after yourself than to let him cook.

When you finish cleaning the kitchen, your new clothes are terribly dirty. You need to go shopping before you get to the new video, so you're grabbing your clothes for today before you take a shower when you stare at the new clothes.

"It's okay to try something on," you think, picking out some dark purple briefs and a blue and white striped tank top. You glance for a moment at the collection of skirts and shorts you've collected from the gift bags, but opt for the usual long jeans... although.... maybe you can wear the high socks, just to try them out. No one's going to see it under the jeans. You pick up some in black and purple stripes, matching your briefs.

Before you put on your jeans, you look in the mirror. You recognize that you look more attractive and decide to pose like a good beta boy. You look charming and you think you can get used to this type of clothing, at least while you're at home. You also decide that you might need to get a haircut soon, but you don't think you'll have time today having yet to watch the third training video.

You had not been down the street for several days. Now you feel a little strange. You thought you needed some fresh air but you feel like you are betraying your master's trust. Of Andrew, you mean. You don't need to call him "master" when he's not around, do you? Walking down the sidewalk makes you feel watched by others. There's no way they know anything about what your life has been like these days and yet... you feel different Do you attract more attention? Maybe this is what your master's training was for, from Andrew... from master Andrew when he asks you to always look him in the eye. You decide to walk to the supermarket with more confidence and your head held high.

"Maybe I'm a beta male but there's nothing wrong with that, I'm going to feel proud until I complete my transformation" you think.

You decide to bring some fruit for dinner. You don't know much about **** but you remember hearing something about the potassium in bananas and marijuana being a good combination. As you put everything in your car you notice a large hand tapping you on the shoulder.

You turn around and stand for a moment in surprise. It's the security guard, a black, bearded man much taller than you. He looks at you with a smile and stops touching you, resting his hand on his belt. You can't help but glance down at his crotch.

"Oh, a real man... an alpha male... alpha males are perfect..." you think.

"Is something wrong, mister?" he asks.

You realize that you've been staring at him with your mouth open for a while, without saying anything.

"Ah, no, I'm sorry did I do something wrong?"

The security officer smiles. He seems delighted with your reaction.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to check something, maybe I got confused but I don't think so."

You don't know what he's referring to.

"I'm just shopping."

"Right. I don't want to bother you, after all I am working. Good morning."

You don't understand anything that has happened, but when the agent goes to walk past you you would swear you hear him say in a whisper:

"I know what you are and I like it."

What a strange guy. You don't want to go out on the street for a while. You pay and go straight home.