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Your flight or fight is truly stuck to paralyzed in place. She laughs, then notices something. Laying next to you was the keys to the cage under your dress, clearly something she understand as she walks up and swipes it. Dangling it, she says “oh you won’t need this…”

This wakes you up a bit, and you try to cover yourself in a blanket as you plead “no! No please…” and pause, not knowing what all to object to.

Her voice turns stern. “Sissy, if you want to ever get released, out of bed kneeling at my feet.”

Her authority causes your body to move without thought, climbing out of bed and kneeling at her feet, looking down at her pretty toes.

“Good sissy. I’ll be taking these and the photos. You’ll be at my house in the morning, with a bag filled with all your sissy attire and toys. It’s a good thing your mom is going college touring with your brother, you can stay the weekend with no issue.”

Your already crimson cheeks blush even deeper, thinking what this means, but don’t get much thought. She grabs your face, bending down she plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before she turn around and begins to walk out. “See you tomorrow sissy!” She laughs cruelly as she closes your door, leaving you locked in chastity and still mortified at having been caught.

It takes some time for you to be able to get up from your knees and try to go back to bed. You decide to change out of your sissy garb and just wear boxers… though the pink cage reminds you more and more of what predicament you are in. This is horrible… or is it? You do like being a sissy, and clearly Helen likes you like this. Maybe this is a safe(ish) way to explore more? Maybe you can live out your fantasies? Or maybe she is just a psycho who will use and **** you? All these thoughts and possibilities lead to very little sleep.

You hear your family get up very early around 5 am to leave on their road trip. You don’t bother getting up to say bye, instead pretend to still sleep as within an hour they leave. Now it’s just you, with a directive to pack and leave yourself. She did just say morning… your anxiety side both screams to get there as early as possible, and that you have time to delay, morning is any time before noon.