Sadie cannot abstain for the night.

I really had no intention of not doing as Sarah said. Honestly, the thought of jacking hadn’t entered my thoughts until she said no cumming. And now, as I undress, it’s the only thing I can think about. Everything feels so exotic. The skirt is a cotton blend, but taking off a skirt makes it hard to think I’m going to be a ‘sexy girl’. The blouse was cotton, but much softer to the touch. And against my still smooth arms, it felt magical. The real magic though was the stockings. Rolling them down my legs was an experience I’d like to feel again. That experience rejuvenated my erection.

After taking off the bra and setting aside the gel inserts, I looked down and saw that I was not only stretching the panties out, but that there was a little wet spot on them. I tried to ignore it as I slipped into bed but was immediately reminded of just how silky smooth the sheets were. The silk PJs were one thing, but these silk sheets just surrounded me with magical touches. And worse, each movement made that feeling come back. Each frustrated sigh, each movement of my arm to scatch an itch. Each attempt at rolling over.

Finally, knowing we had a lot to get done and figuring Sarah would have to know that her kiss alone would be enough to get me and keep me turned on, I slip the covers down, pull my panties down enough for my penis and scrotum to slip out, and proceed to stroking myself. It doesn’t take much to send me over the edge, and only my hand reaching up to slap over my mouth kept me from shouting my glee to the whole world.

Finished relieving myself I slip out of the panties and use them to clean up my mess. Tossing them into the dirty laundry I slip into another pair of boyshorts and can finally fall asleep when back in bed.

When I wake up I’m startled as I see Sarah standing in front of me, my soiled purple panties in her hand. Her tone is somewhere between playful and stern “You couldn’t even hold off one night? Really Sadie, we’re going to have to work on that. But more importantly, you’re going to have to learn to respect what I say and do it without question. If I can’t trust you with something simple like this, how could I trust you with my audience when I direct them to you? Hmm? What do you have to say for yourself?

I slip the covers off and swing my legs out of the bed, sitting up to address Sarah. But her eyes open wide as if she just saw a bloody mess instead of my nearly naked form. “You slept wearing only your panties? Are you TRYING to mess up your skin? We’ll get to the point of you being able to sleep in the nude, but we’re no where near that. Why do you think I got you so much sleepwear. That’s it, between your inability to hold back your desire and inability to think we’re going to move right on to punishment tonight. I’d do it right now so the lesson sticks, but we need to get you ready for the stylist. I made an appointment and I’m not going to have you miss it. Now march into the bathroom, slip into the shower, and start cleaning yourself. I’ll be right in to check up on you in a moment. March little girl!”

I don’t know what was wrong with me. How dare she chastise me for sleeping with only panties when she didn’t tell me not to. And moving on to punishment? What exactly does that mean? And little girl? We’d have to talk about what she’s going to call me. But then again, why does her talking to me like that turn me on so much? It’s one thing to wake up with some morning wood, but I haven’t grown soft at all yet.

I decide this isn’t the time to address any of these issues. Instead I move over to the dresser and look for another pair of boyshorts. Sarah walks up beside me and pulls out a neon pair of panties and hands them to me. “Here, might as well get used to these now. I’ll have an outfit picked out for you as well as your bra when you get done.”

Holding the panties up I grow concerned. I figured she’d want me to wear sexier and sexier underwear. Otherwise why buy thongs and lacy sets? But I thought I’d be able to build up to them. This? This was a pink thong. On my second day of dressing as a girl. And I know she’d have me in a skirt too! I look up, starting to ask if I could maybe just have a regular pair of panties, but the serious look in her eyes says she’s ready for me to argue… and that it wouldn’t go well for me. Bowing my head again I mutter “fine” under my breath and head into the bathroom.

I get the water nice and warm, slip in, and wash myself. I’d heard that girls didn’t need to wash their hair every day and considering how long it took to dry, I didn’t want to bother with it. Plus again, Sarah said we’d be going over haircare later. Just as I’m about to step out I hear the door open and pull the shower curtain closed “Hey, I’m not done yet!”

Sarah giggles “I know, silly girl. I wanted to check up on you. Let’s see what we’ve got!”

Before I can even register what her words mean, she’s pulled the shower curtain open and is looking at my naked body. My hands drop to cover my junk while I turn to the side, giving myself as much cover as I can. “HEY!”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Oh please, it’s not like I haven’t seen anything like it before. I even saw your little clitty there trying to rip your new panties this morning, or did you already forget that too? Anyway, I can see the stubble on your legs. You shaved them pretty good yesterday, but that’s the problem with shaving… you’re going to have to do it every day. I can get away with every three days but that’s the difference between girls born this way like me and girls made this way like you. But there’s options we can discuss. Hmm… go ahead, shave. And not just your legs. Shave your arms, your pits, your chest, your groin, and I’ll help by getting your back. Whatever we decide it’ll help. You can shave your face like normal at the sink.”

I start to pull the curtain closed but Sarah reaches out and stops me. “Nope. This is now under my direct supervision. Just turn the shower head toward the wall so it doesn’t splash all over the bathroom.”

I stare at her for a moment, not believe that she expects me to shave in the nude right in front of her. I stutter a bit, trying to figure out the best way to say ‘NO’, but nothing makes sense. Sarah cutting me off though sends chills down my back again, and not good ones. “Look Sadie, you’re going to be in that shower shaving. That’s the end of that conversation. Now, if you want to huff and puff, I’ll just turn the cold water on and you can shave that way. They even say that it can help as it raises the hairs up. Although if you’re embarssed for me to see your little clitty now, I’d imagine having it shrink and try to hide away will be worse. The choice is yours. Chop chop!”

I can only barely stand luke warm showers, let alone cold. That is enough to send me scrambling to get the water going. Once I’m wet and warmed up again I grab the body lotion and start making a lather for my legs. Sarah stops me, rinses the soap away and grabs a different bottle. This one is a shaving gel. Once I get it lathered up, I can see the benefit as it’s a much thicker lather. Applying it to my legs, I make short work of shaving them smooth. I keep moving upward, shaving my groin, leaving most of my pubic hair intact, shaving my belly, my chest, and what I can reach of each arm. I can see I’m getting better as I’m cut free this time.

Sarah seems to approve but turns me around, lathers up my back and shaves me there. When the last of the later rinses off my back I go to turn but her hand grabs my shoulder and I hear her just say “Nope, not done. Stand still.”

I then feel the lather being applied to my rear. Last night made me want to feel Sarah’s hand on my bare rear, but this isn’t what I was thinking. I try to stay still, not wanting any cuts down there. It’s hard though, when she even pulls my cheeks apart one by one and shaves me clean everywhere. This time when I turn around I see she’s now kneeling next to the bathtub, but she doesn’t look done. My hands naturally find their way to cup and hind my penis as it’s growing hard again and would point right at Sarah’s face. But it seems she was ready for that as she starts applying the lather over all of my pubic hair. “Now, be VERY still. Cuts down here bleed a lot and we’re going to get you smooth everywhere.”

I take a deep breath and do my best to impersonate a statue. Sarah works at shaving my pubic area with the clinical detachment of a nurse. She just methodically uses the razer to sweep my hair away. It’s hard to stay still when she pulls my scrotum taught and shaves there and even more when she goes to work on my shaft. At this point, being hard was a benefit as I’d hate to see her pull the skin taut if I were soft.

When she’s finally done, she has me rinse off again, hands me a bottle, and tells me to apply it everywhere. The label says it’s an in-shower wet-skin moisturizers and lotions. I get it where I can, trying to not feel like I’m jacking off when I apply it to my penis and scrotum. Sarah then has me turn around and applies it to my back. My eyes pop open wide when she not only applies it to my rear, but slides her fingers between my cheeks and even circles the lotion around my anus.

Finally, she declares we’re done in the shower. When I step out she helps me wrap up in a towel, but instead of putting it around my waist she puts it around my chest. To my upraised eyebrow she simply says “Get used to it. This is how girls do it and it’s how you’ll do it. Think of that about everything. If there’s a difference between how girls and boys do things, you’ll be doing it the girl way from here on out. That includes using the toilet!”

I look at the toilet but let it go as I step up to the sink and prepare to shave my still smooth face. I normally wouldn’t shave so soon as I can barely feel any stubble and doubt it could be seen, but know that Sadie said we were going to a stylist and surely they’d feel it, if not see it. I have to admit, her pushing me to use the lotion helped as normally shaving two days in a row gives me a bit of razer burn, but my skin ends up as silky smooth as it was before.

Slipping the panties on Sarah tsks her tongue and crouches down in front of me. “You’re going to make a bulge. Without any foundation garments this won’t last long, but it’ll have to do. Try not to get hard. Without warning she uses two fingers to push my testicles up into my body. Bending forward as I try not to headbutt her from the sudden feeling of being kicked in the nuts, I get a closer up view of her grabbing and pulling my penis between my legs. With it bent backwards she then pulls the panties up and practically yanks them into place. Not only do I feel the rear crawl its way between my cheeks, the bottom cradles my held back penis, holding me in place.

Sarah seems happy as she runs her hand down my front, saying “There. Nice and smooth!”

My attire for the day is about the same as yesterday, but this time it seems I’m going to be throwing myself into pink. My bra matches my panties and they’re filled again with the gel inserts. With my undies in place she pulls out a frilly punk like skirt with a built in petticoat that pushes it out away from my body. I’m about to protest as it feels like it will be easier to peek up under my skirt, but she nods and mentions that it will help if I ‘pop free’ and start to tent out my panties. Looking down I can indeed see that this would hide a hard on better than the smooth skirt from yesterday.

I can already see problems going forward and don’t have to be told there will be other methods coming to hold back my penis coming.

For my top I’m given a pink halter top that has a high neckline again to protect my cleavage, but leaves a three inch circle of flesh before the skirt. The same jewelry goes on and when I see myself in the mirror I have to admit… I’m quite easily passing as a girl.

We don’t bother with makeup as we’re going straight to the stylist, but Sarah surprises me by putting a lift in the sneakers that already have a lift. “You were doing pretty good in these. I want you all bambiesque in them though, so this will keep your balance off. Just go slow and you won’t fall.”

Just walking to the car shows me how difficult this is going to be. Every step feels like it’s going to be my last.