Sadie adjusts well to the extra procedures and her new devotional

I finally get the jello down, letting Sarah continue to talk about how happy she is and how feminine my body will be. I can feel the soreness coming all over my body. My hips, my waist, my chest, my lips, my throat. I wouldn’t say they hurt… they just ache. After Sarah eats her meal, thankfully out of my sight as I’m still left hungry after the jello, she returns, and we cuddle up together on the couch. She puts on the Cal-E-Sports tournament live event, and we watch for the rest of the night. Oddly, while I’ve watched e-sport tourneys before, I can’t help but now notice the women competing here. None of them are done up like me or Sarah. They’re all professionals. If they’re e-athletes, then we’re e-cheerleaders at best.

When I get ready for bed, I see that Sarah has laid out a flimsy nearly see through teddie for me to wear along with matching pair of smooth hipster panties. Once I’m dressed, I slide into bed and immediately fall into slumber. I let out a loud grumble when the buzzing from my watch and the flashing from my phone wakes me up moments later. The message on the phone is the same as the other night. ‘Press here for five required devotionals’.

Expecting another viewing of women worshiping black men I instead am greeted by a message saying ‘Please follow along and touch yourself’ before the video starts. I immediately feel myself swell in my cage as the image is of a curvy beautiful woman’s body, from her neck down to her thighs. The pink trails of her hair over her shoulders would be enough to make me think of this woman’s body as my own, but just about everything is like my body. The skin tone, the nipples, the pink nails, and even that little mole I have near my belly button are all there. The difference though is that this is a woman. Her pert curvy breasts are standing up proud and lovely. Her waist is nipped in. And between her legs are the lips of a beautiful and moist pussy.

The music in the video is the same as the other night, acoustic guitar with a female humming, but now the woman’s left hand starts moving toward her breasts. Just before her hand touches her breast the video stops and a message pops up on the screen. ‘Please follow along and touch yourself’. With a sigh of frustration, I realize the devotional app must be tied in with my watch. On my left wrist.

I shift in bed so that I’m lying on my back and holding the phone up over my face. I then bring up my left hand in the same manner as the woman on the screen and as soon as my pink tipped fingers touch my new breast, the music starts back up and the app woman’s pink tipped fingers touch her breast.

For three minutes I have to follow along with the video, touching myself. I’m directed to touch both of my breasts in turn. I’m directed to slide my hand down my own nipped in waist. I’m directed to rub my fingers just above my pussy… my caged penis… I’m even directed to rub my fingers over my nipples which sends wild amounts of electric pleasure pulsing through my body. When the fingers move above the top of the screen I naturally do what I believe the woman on the screen is and suck on my first and middle fingers. I must have been right as the screen pauses and displays the message ‘Press here to acknowledge devotional 1 of 5’.

For another twelve minutes I’m directed to touch myself to the maddening music. As much as I want to focus on the here and now, the music is already associated with images and while touching myself I can’t help but remember the women sucking and worshiping the big black cocks. I know Sarah said that these types of repeated messages… I can’t really call them subliminal as they’re truly overt… can’t change a person, but by the end of the devotionals and having pleasured myself for 15 minutes while imagining women, women like me, sucking big black cocks I can’t help but wonder. To fear that this might be changing me. Especially at the end of each devotional as I suck on my own fingers and imagine that they’re not fingers sliding into my mouth.

Finally, the message pops up. ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’

As before, it takes me a long time to grow soft in my cage and even longer to fall asleep. This time my dreams are more associated with the devotional as I imagine several men surrounding me, rubbing their hands all over my new female body.

I’m thankful when the alarm pulls me out of that fitful slumber. As I grab a clean pair of panties and head to the bathroom, I hear Sarah call from the living room “Hey, use the bathroom but don’t’ shower. Come here afterward.”

Confused, having already gotten used to the wake and shower routine, I sit down and use the toilet. I’m not sure if sitting and wiping after peeing will ever become ‘normal’. When I’m done, I stand up and just before I leave the bathroom my reflection catches my eye. I turn fully to face the mirror and am shocked at what I see. I hadn’t really taken a look at my body yesterday, so this is the first time I get to see my new curves. My new body.

Turning to the left and right, tilting my head up and down, pulling my hair back so that it looks short, turning around and looking at my back… there is no angle that I see a man in the mirror. It helps that my new perky curvy breasts are presented behind the flimsy teddie. It especially helps that the mirror crops me just where my hips widen… and hides my caged penis below its frame. I imagine a single hand covering up my cage would make me appear completely like a woman. Like a girl.

With a final shake of my head, trying to get the disturbing thoughts out of my head and instead focusing on the here and now, I move out to the living room. I immediately see that Sarah has pushed the coffee table up to the couch, leaving a large open space in the middle of the room. I don’t have time to ask what she’s doing before she approaches me with her infections curious smile. As she grabs my wrists and pulls my arms out, she practically squeals with excitement “Oh my God Sadie, you look so beautiful! The swelling is already almost gone and… God, you’re sexy!”

I feel the blush color my cheeks as I really love hearing her say that I look sexy, just wishing she was saying it about my masculine body and not this girls shape. When she lets my arms fall and after she has me do a twirl for her appraisal, I interrupt her evaluation and ask “So why aren’t I getting a shower? I might not remember all she said, but I recall Dr. Lacey saying I could shower today.”

Sarah bounces off to the corner of the room and starts gathering some supplies as she giggles “Silly girl! Didn’t you look at your calendar? Today we start your exercise regimen, and you’ll take a shower afterwards when you’re already sweaty. Marley will be here soon to start. Now remember, Marley came highly recommended. We’ve been talking back and forth in emails so that she knows what to expect and so that I could get all the equipment she wants us to have.”

As she lays out a yoga mat and some small weights she turns and bites at her lip. I’m starting to better recognize Sarah’s little tells and this is either her being aroused or her not wanting to tell me something. Or both. Finally, she comes up to me and grabs my hands. “Look, there’s no easy way to say this. Neither of us wants more people to know about you than need to. We want everybody just to see the girl, Sadie Blossom. But Marley was insistent on seeing all your body lines while you work out. She said it was important to see if you were stretching right or flexing correctly. So, she wanted you in skintight yoga pants and a sports bra. I’ve already laid out a set for you in my room.”

Letting go of my hand Sarah surprisingly taps my cage. “And obviously we can’t hide this behind tight pants. I was hoping we could just use a good tuck and some loose sweats, but she was insistent. She specifically said it was important to watch something called your abductor group muscles. I guess those are right at the top of your inner thighs. So…”

I let out a sigh as she grips my hand again, giving both of them a squeeze. “So, what you’re saying is that the woman doing my training three days a week knows that I’m a man. That even with the breasts, waist, and thighs of a woman, even with an exercise regimen designed to make me more girly, I have a penis and am in fact not a girl. Am I getting that right?”

Sarah biting her lip again tells me everything I need to know. It’s not like voicing my frustration would even help at this point. My trainer was on the way, and she already knew. I tried not to sound defeated as I huffed and said “Fine. Just, next time something like this happens, let me know before you spill the beans. Okay?”

Sarah’s smile comes out like the sun peeking from behind the clouds as she leans in and gives me a quick kiss. “Deal! Now, she’s almost here. I thought you’d have to stretch and everything beforehand, but it sounded like she wanted to teach you stretching first. Maybe later she’ll have you stretch before she gets here.”

We finish transforming the living room into a mini gym. My pink yoga mat and pink weights are accompanied by a series of pink resistant bands, a big pink rubber ball, a little pink stepping bench, a weird pink wheel with two hand holds, and some pink ankle and wrist weights.

When everything is out Sarah checks her watch and lets out a little frustrated huff. “Damn, I was hoping to meet her myself, but I’ve set up a stream for this morning. I’ve been ignoring my audience for far too long and as you’ll eventually learn, you just can’t do that. So, be nice, do what your trainer says. And try your best to enjoy yourself!”

Sarah hops into her bedroom and reappears moments later in her sexy, but not over the top, steaming outfit. Her hair is done up in the twin ponytails I normally wear, and her makeup has been applied immaculately. Without a word she rushes around me and heads into the garage. Figuring my trainer should see me looking my best, I head into Sarah’s room to the vanity and apply a little bit of makeup. Just some blush, a little lipstick over my puffy lips, and a bit of eye shadow. Instead of pulling my hair up into twin ponytails I just brush it out a bit then pull it up into a single ponytail high up on my head, hoping that this will be easier to keep it out of the way while working out. Satisfied with my look, I head back into the living room to give the equipment a once over.

As I’m looking over the equipment, wondering what it all would be used for, I hear the doorbell ring. Realizing I’m not dressed right yet, am in fact just wearing lingerie, and wanting to make a good first impression I yell out “Sorry, I’ll be ready in just a minute!”

I rush into Sarah’s room and toss my teddie and panties on the bed before pulling the tight neon pink yoga pants on. It takes longer than I thought as they truly are skintight and take several struggling moments before I have to accept that they’ll reach up between my cheeks, separating them. I try to ignore the now very obvious bulge in front made by my cage as I slip into the tight matching sports bra. I have no idea if the bra is supposed to be this tight as it’s the first time, I’ve put any bra on my new breasts.

With a quick glance in the mirror, I see a woman ready for the gym. A woman with pink hair, pink eye shadow, pink lipstick, wearing a pink sport bra and pink yoga pants, with pink fingernails and pink toe nails on her bare feet. And a bulge in front of her yoga pants that no girl would have.

Walking out to the living room I prepare myself to meet my trainer. From the living room window though, I see a woman getting into her car in the driveway. Her obviously fit body is dressed similarly to mine with tight fitting black yoga pants and a green workout sports bra. I can even see she has matched hair with her blonde mane pulled up into a high ponytail. Seeing that I’d waited too long for Marley I rush to catch her before she can drive off. Opening the front door, I shout “Wait, I’m here!” and start to run down the front walkway… only to run into a brick wall.

I bounce back, feeling that both my nose and my breasts took the brunt of the hit and would have fallen over if a pair of muscular arms didn’t reach around and grab me. Looking up I see a tall, muscular black man with a bald head and a big wide smile. “Sadie, right? Don’t worry, that was just my ride leaving. I’m Marley. Your trainer!”

My mind goes blank, trying to process everything. This hulk of a man is Marley? Is my trainer? This big black man is Marley? And knows my secret? And is currently holding me? And why am I starting to swell in my cage as I hear acoustic guitar and humming coming from somewhere?