Rigidity Reconfiguration

In the morning, Molly tried to get him out of the funk with a hand job, but his distant attitude and **** made it feel like more effort than was worth so left him for the day and hope he’d work out whatever had him down.

When he heard Molly leave, he realized this was stupid, and he needed to at least get up & get the day going. Doing his morning routine and stretches almost made him feel a little more down wondering if he really was disappointing Bill about his progress and making it harder on his training partner than it needed to be. Paul was worried he might call it done enough and leave him to continue until the big event.

However, as he picked up his phone, he noticed a missed message from Trainer Bill.

Make sure you wear a separate top and skirt today.

Paul was ecstatic that Trainer Bill was taking an interest in him so early today and was oddly thrilled to see him requesting a special outfit. Yes, Trainer Bill! Happy to oblige

Good. You’ll need them for the new equipment today.

Paul wasn’t quite sure what he meant but was glad to see he appreciated it. He immediately went to get ready and made sure he did his best.

Immediately after getting out of the shower and applying the after care, he grabbed his earbuds to listen in case Trainer Bill reached out early. Since he had his earbuds in anyway, he kicked off the vocal training loop too. He figured he’d wait on the spray until a little before their session unless Trainer Bill reached out early; no need to have him not hear the adjusted voice.

Going to his locker of clothes and pieces for his training and thinking about what Trainer Bill might prefer, he thought back to how Molly would dress for their dates and opted for a light pink top and a red skirt. He chose a pink gaff to match the top and a red bra to match the skirt.

Getting dressed with the corset & heels, he sat at his desk to focus on doing his wig & make-up in a subtly sultry look to try to look as appealing as he could. At the end of the video, the influencer also recommended some longer nails to accentuate the look; Paul noticed his nails were the usual trimmed style his hands always were. However, he remembered Nico had included a set with the spray package.

Quickly walking back to his cabinet making sure to keep a proper gait in case his training partner dropped in, he found the package and was thrilled to see a set of red press on nails already available. Taking them to the in-room vanity, he quickly read through the instructions and applied them deliberately before finally leaving them to set.

Trying not to use his fingers for several minutes while the adhesive set was probably one of the hardest things he had done in a while. As he admired how the nail extensions seemed to lengthen and almost make his fingers appear slimmer, he caught a glimpse of his chest in the mirror. He suddenly realized he could see the texture and shading of the bra through his top. The less pattern exposed around his faux mounds seemed almost sexy; maybe almost slutty.

Although as he continued to look at it, he excused it and said it just matched the skirt and didn’t look overly bad or anything; it's not like anyone other than Trainer Bill would see him. It's definitely not as slutty as the tiny skirts Trainer Bill had sent him; he giggled at that thought. That would almost be obscene.

As he stood there and looked at himself waiting for the nails to set, he thought about how Trainer Bill had sent them to him. And he had intended to use them for more advanced lessons and today was getting more advanced equipment. He remembered back to the many lewd comments they made to each other quietly while they watched Molly prance about in tiny skirts. Granted they were commenting about her lack of underpants, but Trainer Bill really did enjoy the view too.

Walking back over to the cabinet, Paul carefully opened the doors making sure his nails stayed out of the way. Slowly sliding his short skirt off, Paul set it back as he hinged over to look for the microskirt in red. Finding it, he held it up, surprised how it really didn’t look much more than a belt. Sliding it up his smooth legs, he was amazed at how light and flowing it felt. Pulling up to his waist, it rested on the corset, but when he looked in the mirror, the hem barely reached the bottom of the corset and left the gaff fully on display. Pulling it down, he was just able to cover the base of his ass cheeks if let it rest on his hips.

Moving over to the mirror, he could tell the skirt was scandalously short, but he hoped it would please Trainer Bill and fit what he was looking for. But, now fully dressed he continued on with the rest of his routine before getting to work.

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Bill’s alarm was going off reminding him that it was time for his scheduled session with Paul. Taking a deep sigh, Bill initiated his Skype session and called up Paul. As the video session connected, Bill was surprised by his view and a little conflicted by his response.

The red hair of the wig was well styled with a gentle wave and cascaded over a feminine pink blouse accentuated by a healthy chest showing a lovely red, lace bra underneath. But what really stood out was her lovely pink panties clearly on display under her microskirt exposed by her knees spread wide kneeling with her head bowed before him. The red nails on her hands stood out as talons as they rested on her knees. Bill had to keep reminding himself this was his metamour Paul and not hist latest stable of girls to train. When he took time to focus, he could see the larger frame and even from her down cast face, he could make out the sharp angles of her face.

Taking a deep breath, he gently called out, “Hello, Paulie!”

Paul slowly looked up at him and replied softly, almost afraid the spray would fail abnormally early, “hello, Trainer Bill.”

Hearing that voice again and looking at the face head on, Bill felt a twitch in his workout shorts he knew wasn’t right and had to strain to find the remnants of his buddy Paul under the war paint. Quickly moving to put Paul on the defensive to hide his own apprehension, Bill calls out, “I see you got my note about the blouse and skirt. Thank you for doing that. Did you get the package of equipment?” Bill could clearly see the package through the front door camera & he hadn’t seen Paul even attempt to make it out front.

Paul was momentarily thrilled to hear Trainer Bill saw he had done what was asked of him, but felt he had let his training partner down when he didn’t even comment on the specialness or sexiness of his choices & was immediately noticing the package or equipment wasn’t in. “No, Trainer Bill,” Paul answered timidly, “I didn’t know it got here.”

“Well, I got notice it was delivered, so why don’t you practice your stride to the front door and bring the packages in.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied as he stood up & smoothed out his skirt as much as he could and began taking his steps to the front door. With the first click of his heel, he felt the <BUZZ> of the gadget reminding him the training session he’s in.

Bill was amazed that Paul had chosen to wear that particular skirt. Even from the upper vantage point of the security camera, he could clearly see the bottom of Paul’s exposed ass cheeks with just a peak of the thong backing retreating between them. But to Paul’s credit, he made every swaying step to the front door.

Looking out the front peephole, Paul could see no one immediately around. Opening the door a little, he looked around more, but still did not see or hear anyone about. Seeing the 3 stacked packages a couple of feet from the doorway, he opened the door completely and stepped outside. Trying to maintain the proper posture, he pushes his rear behind him and bends his hips down to grip the bottom box. As he does so, the Gadget indicates he’s keeping good posture and just as he gripes the package, the door attempts to close but slams firmly into his ass driving the training aid squeezing his pelvic floor between the tip of the training aid and the vibration of the gadget. Summoning every fleeting ounce of waning focus, Paul stands up with the relatively light packages making sure to step back enough to not let the door latch closed.

Turning to walk back in, he can hear an approaching cyclist and quickly walks past his threshold to hide from view. Retreating further into his home, he hears the door close and latch behind him. As Bill watches Paul walk in with the packages, he turns off the training mode as he knows he can’t keep the same gait, but Bill’s attention is quickly grabbed by motion on the front door cam. Whipping across the screen, Bill can see a man on a bicycle with racing style shirt go swiftly across as he stares in the direction of the door. Just as the door closes, Bill can see the back wheel of the bike elevate in the air as it goes off screen and followed shortly by a plastic trash bin falling into the camera’s field of view.

Paul was glad to hear the safety of the door close behind him. However, unbeknownst to him, the sound of the door sealing obscured the sound of a neighbor from 3 blocks down careening into a group of trash bins the sanitation department emptied earlier that day. His neighbor is usually more focused on his daily training rides, but the lovely, exposed ass cheeks of a stay-at-home trophy wife was something a virile young man such as himself could not quite stop his id from latching on to. Luckily for him, the empty plastic bins acted more as an annoying cushion leaving him with mostly a bruised ego and only minor damage to his bike this time; this isn’t the first time his wandering eye has got him in trouble.

Back inside, Paul set the boxes up in the spare bedroom as he was pretty sure the contents were going to end up in the cabinet anyway. “I think that is all of them, Trainer Bill.”

“Yes, those 3 should be it. Open the middle size one first.”

“Yes, Sir.” Paul was almost disappointed the buzz didn’t activate with the training mode off, but quickly opened the mid-sized box. Pulling out the contents he found a heavier than average corset and looked like a very large, thick collar.

“That is a new rigid, heavy duty corset to help you with your posture. There was a posture collar accessory, but I don’t plan to use it if you perform better with the other tools. The first thing you’ll note after the weight of the corset is there is no front closure and the cord in back is in a solid loop. This is to ensure maximum stability and strength, but you’ll have to step into and pull it up like shorts.”

“Or a skirt,” Paul mindlessly replied as he looked over the product.

“Exactly. The other thing to note is a highly durable and restrictive product, but that is what is needed to train your body in the short time you have left. The 28 bones are a titanium-steel alloy to provide maximum resistance while able to return to its intended form after stress. The cord is made with titanium and steel wires in the core with a silk wrapping that is sealed in a constant loop. This provides the tensile strength to pull in the bones while not completely shredding the hands of the one tying the knot.”

“That is good at least, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied still turning this thing over in his hands.

“Finally, you’ll see the tungsten carbide chain with the titanium lock. I’ve noticed during the day while sitting at your desk, you’ve loosened your corset to make it more comfortable.”

Paul was surprised to hear Trainer Bill had caught that. Paul stammered a defense, “it wasn’t during our session, Trainer Bill. I just need a short release. I always fixed it for our time.”

“Regardless, Paulie, this device will have so much stored tension and such rigidity, I’d be putting you in too much danger if I didn’t put in a safety measure.” Bill explained while Paul was almost elated by his concern but worried about the risk. “Everything will be fine if you leave it laced up, and that lock will ensure you don’t just arbitrarily release it damaging yourself.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied nervously.

“Good. Now, go ahead and take off your regular corset, and put this one on.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded with palpable apprehension. Untying his ‘regular’ corset & undoing the hasps, he set aside as he stepped into the device Trainer Bill got for him. Pulling it up his body, he had to wiggle a little past his hips, but he got in place. However, he quickly noticed that his tiny skirt had followed it up and exposed his gaff to the world; or at least Trainer Bill over the cameras. He hastily pulled the skirt back down as apologized, “I’m sorry about that, Trainer Bill.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, Paulie,” Bill chuckled a bit as he watched Paul fiddle with the hem that barely covered the ass he’d been working so hard on. Seeing Paul finally settle things into position, Bill continued, “now reach behind and tighten up the corset like you normally would.”

Paul reached behind and found the two bunny ears and proceeded to pull in the cord from the edges feeding the slack to the bunny ears. Once he got the ends in place, he pulled the loose loops to tighten the core. Almost instantly, he could feel the device press his chest up and rigidly lock his spine.

“Good, good. Now pull in the slack from the edges, and try another pull to tighten it.”

Concerned about Trainer Bill’s sanity considering his already tight waste and lack of breathing room, Paul soldiered on anyway, grasping at the cords and feeding it to the center. Finally, grasping the loose ends, he pulled once again and almost felt the wind rush up his throat as the loose loops fell past the back of his knees.

“Very good! Now with all that slack, rather than making one gigantic bow, you should have enough cord to loop around your waste to hide it before tying your knot.”

Paul’s head almost floating at this point, he just tried to the directions as he looped the cord around him and tied a knot.

“Now grab the chain & lock and feed the chain through the center holes and lock it in place.”

Paul did as instructed and brought the key before him, trying to comprehend what he just did to himself.

“Good girl, Paulie!” <BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ>

The unexpected reward caught Paul’s addled brain off kilter as he was still getting used to the new air capacity & could stop the moans from escaping.

“Now put the keys on the dresser so you don’t lose them and open the smallest package.”

“Yes, Sir,” Paul responded automatically as he placed the keys down carefully as he opened the slightly smaller box that seemed significantly heavier. Pulling out two large, simple cuffs with one red and one green disc on each, and two smaller cuffs with two red and two green discs each, he set them on the bed.

“These are to help with your posture and gait too. Put on the wrist cuffs making sure the green discs are on the top of your wrist and the red discs to the left.” After Paul put them in place, Bill continued, “those discs are magnetized in such a way that all the red ones have the same pole, and all the green ones have the other pole. If you put your wrists together, you should feel them latch together.”

Paul brought his wrists close to each other and then felt the cuffs pull them the rest of the way as a loud snap was heard from the metal colliding with metal. Paul went into almost a state of panic as he tried to pull them apart but couldn’t; they seemed firmly attached. Looking up at the security camera he worried how he was now going to get out of this with Trainer Bill so far away. Was he going to be stuck until Molly got home?

“Surprisingly strong, aren’t they? However, if you slide them apart, you will find they will separate with relative ease.”

Paul did as suggested, the relief almost immediate as he had free use of his arms again; grateful that Trainer Bill knew how to break him free.

“Now fold your arms behind your back, grabbing your elbows, and you will feel your wrists lock in place.”

Paul did as instructed and was surprised at the **** pulling back on his shoulders that he couldn’t counter without straightening his back.

Bill the described, “this way as you walk, the corset will keep your lower back straight and the cuffs will ensure you’re keeping your upper body erect for your exercises. If you can learn the correct posture, we can avoid the posture collar.”

The thought of something as restrictive and trapping as that severe posture collar made Paul even more unease than this corset or mini skirt ever did; he continued to fiddle and place the cuffs in alignment until he got more comfortable with the placement to ensure he got the posture his training partner was wanting.

As he watched Paul play with the magnets a bit more, Bill continued on, “now place the thigh cuffs on with the red discs on your inner thighs, facing each other.”

Paul stopped his momentary fiddling to retrieve the cuffs and put them in place, which was no small task considering the restrictiveness of the corset. However, using the mirror, he was finally able to find a way to get it to get them latched in place. As he lined up the discs at midthigh, he realized he had several inches of bare skin exposed before he saw the pink of his gaff peeking out from under his tiny skirt; his skin tone moved several shades towards the red as the embarrassment washed over him. He just hoped Trainer Bill approved of it.

As Paul stood up straight, he put his arms behind him again and gripped his elbows as the magnets latched to the corset. He shifted uneasily as he couldn’t find a way to put his legs together as he stood still; it was less than an inch, but still unnerving.

“While you can feel the effects of the cuffs, we’re not looking to use them to adjust your stance while you are still.”

Paul looks at the camera through the mirror quizzically wondering what his training partner is up to.

“You’ve been getting really good at the footfalls, and the... training aid... is definitely helping with your hip movements. However, the motion of your legs still telegraphs a slight difference that might be enough to trigger someone’s subconscious, so we’re going to try to minimize it. Remember, a woman’s hips are going to be a little wider, so that means her legs are going to be slightly further apart. Using these magnets’ push, they will **** your legs to have a bit more of an outward arc to mimic them joining your hips slightly further out.”

Paul felt the reason had some validity, so he accepted his partner’s premise and was eager to show Trainer Bill how good he could be. “Could I try it out for you now, Trainer Bill?”

“Yes, we can wait on the next box. Why don’t you try a few circuits with your new corset, your arms back, and your legs swinging.”

Just walking out of the room, Paul could feel all the pressures on his body to minutely change things, but he tried to adapt to it and reset the urge to push against it. As his legs moved forward, he could feel them push out and it seemed to make his hips round more. Almost leaning his shoulder blades back allows his shoulders not to fight his arms as much.

Paul realized he wasn’t feeling a buzz of encouragement or zap of correction on his walk out to the kitchen, so he figured he’d show Trainer Bill how comfortable he was with this and recite his vocal training loop on the way back.

I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure. I am a good cum slut.

Paul had to take a few extra breaths and focus on his steps more than expected as the loop moved onto the next part.

A good girl is kind and obedient. A good girl wants to please. A good girl likes to be submissive.

Bill wasn’t sure he was ready to be distracted by this, so as Paul got back to the room he stopped him. “Good girl” <BUZZ> Bill almost cringed at himself for that reflexive reaction and continued through gritted teeth “so you get the idea. Let's open up the other box.”

Proud to get the praise from his trainer, Paul continued to strut over to the remaining package before sliding the cuffs free. Sticking his ass out to accommodate hinging at his hips with the unforgiving corset, Paul ripped open the box to find two other boxes and a few loose packages.

“These are some new footwear to add to the difficulty of your current state to make it easier when it comes time to walk for real. Think of it like a batter adding weights to his bat while on deck before heading to the box.”

Paul only vaguely got the sports reference but was still processing that this large pink box and even larger white box were even shoes. Paul started to reach for the pink box before he was interrupted.

“No!” Bill jumped in abruptly, “save the pink box for later. That was supposed to come in a later shipment and I didn’t want you to get apprehensive about them until its time. Ignore the labels and do NOT look inside of it until I tell you to. For now, just stow it away and I’ll let you see them when I feel you’re ready.”

Paul wasn’t sure if he should be comfortable or more apprehensive, but simple respond, “yes, Sir,” and put the pink box in his cabinet.

“Good girl,” Bill winced silently at himself, “go ahead and open the white box.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied as he opened up the box revealing thigh high, 7-inch stiletto heel boots, and nearly gasped in shock. As he took the first one out, he realized it would almost cover up more of his leg than anything he had worn in weeks; he couldn’t remember the last time he wore pants.

“The minimal heel and excessive height to sole ratio will be heavy challenge, so the boots will add some lateral stability to support your ankle. As an added bonus, if its too cold the day of the event, you can wear these if needed to help keep warm.”

Paul was not really sure that was a selling point but was glad Trainer Bill was thinking of his safety, “uh, thank you, Trainer Bill.” Paul was also trying to figure out how in the world he was going to put them on with this corset.

“Don’t worry about sliding them on today; we’re running low on time as is. Put them on tomorrow before you put on the corset. Drop me a note when you do so I can ensure nothing adverse happens and I need to call in aide.”

The horrible thought of him splayed out on the floor with two twisted ankles as paramedics walk in on him mid-dressup with a severe head wound from hitting a table made him suddenly uneasy and thankful Trainer Bill was going to look in on him. “Thank you, Trainer Bill.”

“Don’t thank me yet; open up the loose package in the box.”

Paul apprehensively opens them to find two sets of leather straps and a lock for each that looked like thin bracelets with an extra strap attached.

“In addition to loosening your corset, I’ve noticed you’ve been kicking off your shoes while at your desk.”

Paul winced; he thought that wasn’t visible and wondered what angle captured that.

“During the party, you won’t be able to remove them and will need to keep them on for hours at a time. Those are locking straps and allows any footwear with a heel to be locked to the wearer’s feet. Whether its cowboy or thigh boots, loafers or gladiator sandals, those will ensure a good girl doesn’t try to get out of her shoes.” Bill could kick himself for repeating that damn cliché of his, but it gets the point across.

Paul cringed at being caught trying to get away with something. He thought it was a simple thing, but was embarassed at being caught.

“Tomorrow, when you put the boots on, make sure you include the locking straps.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded dejectedly.

“Alright, that gets a good plan for tomorrow. Let's do a few cycles with your new gear, then we can close out, and you can clean up for the day,” Bill instructed as he turned on the audio triggers for the gait.

Looking forward to able to show off his ability, Paul responded with an enthusiastic, “Yes, Sir,” and actually giggled from the reward of the <BUZZ> as he quickly latched his arms behind himself.

Taking a walk down the isle he was enjoying the <BUZZ> of each clicking step as well as feeling the tickle of the him the skirt against his ass cheeks, feeling almost free and light with the rigid, physical guidelines keep his form in check. He was almost lost as he felt the steps’ reinforcement and zoning out listening to his recording after several ‘laps’ around his home when he suddenly heard Trainer Bill break in.

“Ok,” Bill broke in as he paused while it looked like Paul stumbled a bit and he was sure Paul had gotten a <zap>, “try a few iterations with the vocals and let's see if you can keep the form.”

“Yes, Sir,” Paul responded enjoying a final <BUZZ> before he joined the loop, “Looking sexy shows her partner how ready and...”

Bill turned down the volume as he was not wanting to deal with that right now and just checked the clock and let the visual feed play in his periphery as he worked on some forms.

As Bill’s alarm went off to remind him the end of the session was coming up, he turned the volume back to hear Paul’s diatribe continue.

“...something every good girl should want. Cum is filled...”

“Alright, that was great, Paulie. Let's go ahead and return to your spot and we can close out.”

“Yes, Sir,” Paul responded for the encouragement and returned to kneel before the camera, leaving his arms behind him.

Bill was still amazed at how slutty Paul had done himself up. It brought back memories of pushing Molly’s limits along with many of his other girls but he just shook his head.

“Right, so we got some more good equipment and your skills are continuing to be honed. We only got a few more weeks left, but you seem to be doing really well.”

“Thank you, Trainer Bill.”

“So, I’ll see you tomo....”

“Uh, Trainer Bill?” Paul interjected trying to figure out how to broach this subject slyly never came up earlier and he knew if he didn’t ask now, he probably never would.

“Yes, Paulie?”

“Can I ask you about something, Trainer Bill?”

“Always, Paulie, we need to keep an open dialogue.”

“True,” Paul said wondering how much this was really going to affect things, but soldiered on anyway. “About yesterday...”

“Oh, that don’t...” Bill started to deflect.

“No, let me finish please.”

“Go ahead”

“Yesterday when the spray wore off, you got really distant... you seemed really uncomfortable.”

“Ya, well, it’s a git jaring to go from one to the next.”

“Did it make you uncomfortable to be reminded of that?”

“Well, I always know...”

“Bull shit!”

“What?!?”

“This is all about me trying to fit into a role and pass. And frankly if I’m able to pass for you, I should be able to pass for anyone. But if you keep blocking me out, it could never happen.”

“That’s all well and good, but I know you’re Paul.”

“Well, maybe, but you shut me down. Are you more comfortable with training a guy?”

“Frankly, Paul, when I’m training a guy, I’m training him to build up muscles. This training I’m doing, is usually reserved for women. No, actually its reserved for my special girls. I’m doing this as a favor to Molly.”

“And it makes you uncomfortable to be doing it with a guy?”

“Earlier on it didn’t matter, but as you progress... there are avenues you’re not going to go down that I would normally get to so I’m just having to direct that elsewhere.”

“And you usually got something out of those avenues?”

“Well, I wasn’t doing it just out of the goodness of my heart; I got to enjoy it as well.”

“And you don’t enjoy it with me?” Paul asked almost pleading.

“Well, I can’t; not I the same way.”

“What if you could?”

“How so?”

“What if you took off your restraints and treated me just like one of your special girls? Push me like you push them. Stop holding back. Get your own enjoyment out of this.”

“I don’t know....” Bill was not sure if Paul knew where this was going.

“Enjoy teaching me. Show me how to pass as the best possible girl just like all your other special girls so I can succeed. Get your reward out of molding this into what a girl should be so no one suspects otherwise.”

“You sure about that, Paulie?”

Paul was thrilled to see his training partner actually consider it and was ecstatic he might actually get to see him enjoy it, “Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ>

“I’m going to need to think about this.”

“Understandable, Trainer Bill. I will be here no matter what you choose. I just want to be the best I can be at it.”

“Fair enough; and food for thought. Anything else?”

Paul sheepishly bowed his head afraid he spoke too far out of turn, “No, Trainer Bill.”

“Alright, well, I think its lots for us to process. We’ll speak more tomorrow; don’t forget your boots & lock tomorrow, and clean up after yourself. Bye, Paulie.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.” Paul said as it disconnected and practically cheered as the screen went dead. Trainer Bill was finally going to stop holding back and really embrace Paul’s training all the way!