You head home.

When you get home that evening you mind is in turmoil. A part of you still resists the demands that Mr. Brown is placing on you, and is frankly terrified of becoming a sissy.

What are people going to think of me?

What is he going to make me do?

Can I handle it?

But then you think about submitting to him, just giving in and being as he put it, 'a good girl'. This gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

He turns me on so much.

His cock is perfect, I want to taste it.

Who cares about anyone else, I want to please Mr. Brown.

This confusion eats at you as you pace up and down your small apartment.

After a while, you realise that your mind has started to answer the question for you. More and more you start thinking about Mr. Brown, his incredible dick and what you want to do to it. And less and less about your insecurities and fears concerning becoming a sissy.

You pour yourself a cup of tea to help calm down a little and it is at this point you notice the small brown package on the table where you left it when you came in.

Your curiosity piqued, you pick it up and tear off the brown paper to reveal another unmarked box, this time in white.

Somewhat nervously considering what you found last time you open the box.