You’re coming with me

“Hello Mandy, my name is Jessica Claire and I work with the sissy slutwife program. I understand you’re having some concerns?”

It wasn’t the short and petite readhead standing in my doorway that gave me chills, but rather the two giant men behind her. She was dressed in business attire, suit coat and a skirt that ended just above the knees. Dark blue and plain looking. Her fire red hair held up in a bun and square frame glasses fit the part as well.

The bull to her left had to be about 6’4” and very well built. Blonde crew cut and matching goatee, as well as a tight fitting black shirt and black jeans suited his demeanor. His dark sunglasses made it hard to determine his intentions.

The man to her right could have been a clone of the other except he was a black man. But the same cold stare adorned his face, hidden behind the same dark sunglasses.

I knew there was going to be trouble based alone on the muscle that stood behind the woman about to tell me how much I’d fucked up.

“Y, yes. I just don’t think the life is for me. I really want my old body back, and like I said I have no problem paying it back.”

“So, I just needed to let you know that that’s not possible. Once you enroll in the program, it is a binding contract and you cannot go back. So what I need you to do is come with me. I want to show you something important.”

My heart sank as Jessica motioned me outside. The two giants were only there to make sure I didn’t run, they followed behind both of us as we made our way to the car they arrived in, a rather unnoticeable and plain black sedan, that would transfer me to what my choice really was. And that choice had nothing to do with returning to my old self, but rather everything to do with what happens to sissies that do not do as they’re told.