Good enough

“I.. I… I think it’s good?” You stutter, suprised this is where the morning is headed.

“Well we will find out quick. Are those running shoes? Ok, here, strip real quick.” She nonchalantly commands, going out of the room to grab something. You’re so thrown off you don’t realize you are naked minus your cage and socks, standing in a strangers room. Before you can freak out, Helen comes back in with similar work out clothes to herself, and starts dressing you as easily as a mom would to their baby. She slips you into pink and black spandex booty shorts and matching workout bra, before sliding your shoes back on and grabbing your hand, pulling you out the front door. Fuck, you are so quickly and easily outside in obvious fem clothes, knowing your cage is very visibly outlined right now. You can barely think that you hope no one is up this early, as almost immediately all your focus is diverted to keeping pace. It’s a quick jog, just short of actually running. You knew you weren’t out of shape, you played pickup sports games at school and with friends, but you can’t think the last time you just ran, and quickly you start to feel it.

Helen stats ahead, telling you about what’s coming up and encouraging you no to fall behind. She only calls you sissy, yelling freely behind in conversation so you or anyone near could hear her. Soon not even that is jarring, as you focus on her plump toned ass to keep focused on not slowing, body and mind going into a trance to survive.

Finally you turn back onto your street, about 300 yards from her house. You hope you can make it there without incident…