The First Day of the Rest of Her Life

Tracy walked down the street, leaving Luke to follow. It wasn't until the glare of the sun hit him and the breeze on the street that he remembered what he was wearing. A sodden, thin G-string that clung to every curve of his cameltoe. Daddy's Little Cocksucker on his half-shirt, the peaks of his nipples poking through. And a pair of tiny sneakers with a padded sole to give him that little boost in height.

People paused, glanced, gawked, leered, stared. He looked like a slut, like someone who wanted to put herself on display. And everyone was so tall now. So big.

Tracy was already halfway down the street. Her tall stature and those long legs chewed up the ground. Luke had to mince at double-speed, chest heaving, tiny arms swinging from side-to-side compensating. Tracy let him huff and puff and wiggle behind her.

"It's a lovely day. I decided to walk." Tracy threw her arms out to either side expressively, as if she could reach out and grab everything in her wide arms. Luke could barely reach them. "Ah, here we are..." She held open the door, almost mockingly, for Luke to walk through. The A/C in the cafe licked at his nipples and crotch, bringing another surge of arousal.

A snivelling, fussy little man looked up and let his jaw drop, eyes darting all over Luke's form.. Tracy sat down with him and shuffled some papers, then pointed them at Luke.

"Divorce papers, Tracy," she offered with a smirk. "Sign them, and you'll be your own woman. Independent, not a single cent of my money, and we'll never see each other again. Or... you can sign these instead. Sign over all your assets, power of attorney, all that. You won't need money if you're with me."

She grinned. Two stacks of paper, written in indecipherable squiggles, faced Luke. But this was yet another bar in her cage, another nail in her coffin. Luke couldn't survive by himself, not like this, not if he signed the divorce papers. But the other set of papers would leave him even more trapped, utterly dependent on Tracy...

"Come on, let's not leave our dear gawky lawyer waiting."