The art of rhetoric

Jake took a couple of minutes to ponder his choices. He knew that whatever the choice he will probably regret it later, but he was here to help Mia. After a couple of minutes of thinking, he took the choice he consider the less problematic. Jake pressed on the icon representing the art of rhetoric which were a pair of bright red lips.

You have ten minutes to dress and exit the room. If you are unable to comply, you will be dragged naked through the facility and you will receive extra training in obedience. You will find your clothes for the day in front of your door.

By the time, Jake read the message, a timer appeared on the watch. He quickly moved towards the door wrapped himself with a towel and open the door to retrieve the neatly folded clothes in front of the door. He tossed them on the bed unceremoniously, he was on the clock, and he didn't have the time to be cautious.

When Jake saw the clothes unfolded on the bed, the full weight of his predicament came crumbling down on his shoulders. The feminine look he could manage, he never was the most masculine male there is, but now it was something else. He took the panty in his hand and something stirred in him. He found it natural to have to wear a panty like he wore some all his life, but it wasn't true. He looked at the other pieces of the outfit, the matching bra and the white tank top that will cling to his shape, and the last piece a black skirt.

"I cannot wear this. I'm not a woman." Said Jake out loud, but he knew that he had to look like a woman in the facility. He also knew he had seven minutes left to put them on unless he receive training in obedience and Jake had seen enough BDSM porn movies to know what it entails.