Caught in a New Life

Chapter 18

"There we go, you are looking so much better now that you are wearing a well coordinated outfit. Like a proper Pansy housewife ready for some grocery shopping, but first let's have some breakfast shall we? Why don't you lead the way Pansy? You know what to make by now, or at least I should hope so." Ms. Thompson smirked as she saw the heavily blushing Monroe mince out of the room searching his balance in these new higher heels. The corset kept his back straight and the underskirt kept his steps short making his gait good enough for starters. He had a good base to mincing down, but refinement could wait for later.

Although Monroe wanted to do nothing but hide in his new outfit he knew better than to argue. If anything he was quite relieved that heading out in public was delayed for now. Anything was good enough to avoid going out, especially doing the chores that he had been doing all this time anyways. As he opened the fridge it was very clear some grocery shopping was more than necessary.

He was just about to take what he needed and get started when Ms. Thompson interrupted him. "Don't be silly Pansy, you can't prepare breakfast wearing a hat, sunglasses and those dainty gloves, they can only get in the way and you'll ruin them for sure. Speaking of ruin, you'll probably ruin that dress of yours too. Take off your accessories while I go fetch something to protect your outfit." Ms. Thompson said and with that she disappeared from view for just a moment.

Monroe briefly considered running now that she was out of sight, but that was a silly notion given how he was dressed, he doubted she would be gone long enough to get very far. His very sore bottom served as a firm reminder to play it safe so he took off the accessories. It ended up being a good call as he had barely taken off his glasses and hat when Ms. Thompson returned with what looked like another frilly monstrosity.

It turned out to be a new apron as she eagerly unfolded it in front of his eyes, wearing a big grin. "Here you go this will be perfect to protect your pretty outfit when you cook. I know your old apron has disappeared, but right now wearing one is more important than ever before. Don't forget your rules Pansy, you'll wear an apron during all of your chores." She explained then handed it to him.

The garment was made out of solid white satin with a big dramatic trim of soft pink satin ruffles and a pair of pink satin ribbons for his back and neck. On the front the word "Pansy" was stitched in big elegant pink cursive letters telling everyone who'd lay eyes on it exactly what he was. Blushing brightly he took it and put it on securing it with two big floppy bows before carrying on with the breakfast preparations feeling like an even bigger fool.

With the most elaborate breakfast, his wife's not being needed the preparation, serving and eating went rather quick. Way too quick as far as Monroe was concerned. He was doing the dishes as slow as he possibly could, wearing his pink rubber gloves to protect his hands. He was well aware that the moment the dishes were done they were pretty much ready to go grocery shopping. Only he wasn't ready and he doubted he'd ever be ready to head out wearing what he did now, even with all the accessories to conceal his identity.

Not heading out wouldn't be an option though, something Ms. Thompson quickly made clear. "Alright Pansy, I see you are wrapping up, now we can head out one of two ways. Either you'll cooperate and I can drive you to a grocery store across the city, or I could chase you out of the house with my hair brush and spank you all the way to the local small shop a street or two over. The choice is entirely yours just let me know which of the two you wish to do." Ms. Thompson firmly spoke.

While Ms. Thompson made it sound like a choice it felt more like a threat to Monroe. He knew very well that she would follow through on spanking him all the way to the small high end grocery store they had in the neighbourhood, something that was to be avoided at all costs. Dressed as he was the last thing he wanted was to run into someone he knew, let alone be spanked in front of them. "I'll cooperate Nanny." He answered mournfully, not wanting to, but just wanting to avoid the alternative.

The moment he was done with the dishes he put his gloves, hat and glasses back on after removing the rubber gloves and apron. He felt like such a fool and a nerve wreck, but he realised full well that backing out wasn't an option, he needed to do this, putting up a fight now would end in so much more trouble. "Off to the garage you go Pansy." A satisfied Ms. Thompson smirked, happy that he yielded to her will even if smacking him around the neighbourhood would have been fun.

If it hadn't been for the corset and the heels giving him a hard time with his balance he would have slumped in defeat, but now he just minced to the garage, a harsh sinking feeling taking hold of him as he really dreaded going out more than he had ever dreaded anything. At the door of the garage he stopped for a brief moment, his fear getting the better of him as he knew there was no going back once he stepped in the car. His hesitance was quickly remedied though when Ms. Thompson said. "If I need to get my brush just tell me Pansy."

It was all the motivation he needed to mince to the car in a hurry, going for the passengers side which was so very unusual for him. He couldn't help but feel even less in control of his life literally getting driven around like he hadn't had a drivers licence for ages. Then again he had never driven with heels so maybe it was a good thing that he didn't have to.

One thing was certain though there was nothing good about his situation as his nerves and worries rose together with the gate of his garage reaching a full fledge panic status as Ms. Thompson pulled out of the garage without regards to how he was feeling at all. At least there weren't a lot of people driving around in the neighbourhood, there never were, but that didn't ease his nerves one bit. The entirety of the short drive they needed to leave the neighbourhood counted as some of the most tense moments of his entire life. Only when they went out on the highway he managed to ease up a little, his nerves were still raging, but at least the worst disaster, potentially getting seen by someone he knew had mostly faded.

As they made their way into the busier city however Monroe's nerves started to rise again though. While the chances of seeing someone he knew were really low, the sheer number of people around irked him out big time. It didn't get any better as Ms. Thompson drove into a quieter, but much more shady part of the city, a part Monroe would have never felt comfortable at, let alone dressed as he was now.

Ms. Thompson didn't seem phased at all though by the constantly rougher growing neighbourhood. Not even when they entered parts where there were shady looking guys hanging around every street corner basically. Monroe really started to worry that she for some reason would have him grocery shopping around here.

When she just drove to the centre where she stopped right in front of a bright pink freshly renovate salon that read "Suzan's Salon for sissies and other deviants". Monroe instantly had a sinking feeling that they weren't going grocery shopping just yet. Suddenly he wished that that was what they were here for, but Ms. Thompson instantly crushed all his hopes, confirming his sinking suspicions as she said. "Get out of the car Pansy, you have an appointment before we go shopping. You really can't wear an outfit this elaborate and not be properly groomed and styled."

"No please Nanny, I really can't get out here looking like this. I already wore this outfit, I did everything you said, just please don't make me go in there, just let us go to the grocery Nanny I beg you." Monroe begged in his feminine voice, he really didn't want to get out of the car in this neighbourhood and much less in a salon that had sissy in the name. Whatever Ms. Thompson meant with an appointment couldn't be good for him in the slightest. Clothes he could take off, but whatever they might do in there might be a little longer lasting. Besides this had gone way too far already, but between all the work he was made to do, his new diet and Ms. Thompson's never yielding strict discipline he just didn't have the energy and courage left to put up much of a fight.

"If you know what is good for you, you better continue doing everything I say too Pansy and now I told you to get in there. It isn't up for discussion so don't even bother continuing that silly begging. Either you get in there or I drag you out and bend you over the hood of the car for a good spanking. I bet we'll have an audience in no time. People are already watching us after all." Ms. Thompson said and much to Monroe's horror she was right, people were intensely watching the car with them in it, but all though they looked kind of scary and thuggish, they didn't seem too hostile. Not like Monroe had expected when they entered their territory as strangers. If anything there was a hint of curiosity and excitement in their eyes. Not that that made things any better at all.

This was simply too much, but no matter how he weighed his options Monroe couldn't think of any way out of this. He had no doubts Ms. Thompson would and could follow through on her threats and with the keys of the car in her possession he had no way to escape. Walking was no option after all, they were too far from home even if he wore regular shoes, but in these heels it was impossible. Let alone the fact that he probably wouldn't make it very far in this neighbourhood. Eventually he just resigned to his fate. Hanging his head he got out of the car and rushed to the door as fast as his high heels could carry them only to be welcomed in the bastion of femininity that was this salon. There was pink everywhere and a strong scent of various products and perfumes.

Inside the salon he was nearly instantly met by a big burly looking older woman. The way she seized him up with an excited smirk instantly gave him the creeps as he suddenly didn't know whether to be more scared of this woman or from the thugs outside. Quite intimidated Monroe took a step back only to be stopped by Ms. Thompson who had entered the salon behind him. "Ah Suzan, it's good to see you, did you get the appointment I made for this Pansy here?" She cheerfully addressed the intimidating woman.

"I most certainly did Beatrice, it's a pleasure to see you again, and with such a fun project at that. I have to say I love the outfit. Pansy, I've saved you this chair right here. Have a seat!" Suzan smiled exchanging pleasantries with Ms. Thompson while she instantly took a harsh commanding tone with him. Monroe had an instant dislike for this woman, but with a shove from Ms. Thompson he had no choice but to follow the instructions and take a seat.

Monroe had only barely sat down when Suzan and Ms. Thompson worked in union, both taking a pink leather cuff from under the armrests only to swiftly lock them around his wrist binding him to the chair. "Hey, let me go!" Monroe exclaimed in panic, not having expected the cuffs in the slightest. Suzan just ignored him as she took out a stiff pink posture collar which she quickly secured around his neck completely immobilising his head.

"You won't be going anywhere pansy, not until Suzan here is done with you, I knew it was going to be a good idea to restrain you and you've just proven me wrong. Now be quiet and I might forget that you didn't use your proper Pansy voice. Suzan why don't you use the water proof makeup just in case?" Ms. Thompson scolded as Monroe felt his heart sink. He was truly trapped in this chair now leaving him completely at Suzan's mercy until she was done with him whenever that was. Judging from the clothes Ms. Thompson had made him wear he feared the worst. There was nothing to be done now though so following Ms. Thompson's warning he shut up.

"Oh with pleasure, it would be a shame if his look was ruined before he got to show it off." Suzan smirked as she pushed a nearby button that made bright pink panels slide in front of every mirror in the salon making it impossible for Monroe to see what she would be doing. He didn't want to know, but it further fuelled his fear for this salon nevertheless.

With that taken care off Suzan casually took the brakes off of the chair he only now realised had wheels under it. Wasting no time she wheeled him over to one of the washing stations and got to work while chatting with Ms. Thompson as if he wasn't even there. Monroe could only think of how sorry he felt for himself though as strong lavender smelling shampoo got lathered up in his shoulder length hair.

After a quick none to gentle washing and conditioning of his hair he could feel a thick paste getting slathered on way out of his line of sight. Strand by strand of it got covered and separated with foil until his entire head was covered in whatever it was. Wasting no time Suzan then quickly wheeled him to one of the drying domes which instantly buzzed away, heating up his head while he could see Ms Thompson and Suzan talking without hearing a damn thing.

Whatever they just said he could only guess it had something to do with his nails as a gorgeous Hispanic girl soon entered the room with a cart. She looked a little petite and very elegant, especially compared to Suzan. Her outfit did look way to frilly for a regular salon uniform though and considering the place he was at Monroe quickly figured out that this girl must be a sissy. A gorgeous one, just like the one he had watched which had landed him in this horrid position in the first place. She was hot enough to make his cage grow painfully tights, not that his loud grunt seemed to bother her.

The sissy just got down on her knees in front of him entirely out of view of his head which was kept looking straight ahead by the unyielding neck brace leaving him only with the sensations of what she was doing for clues. Monroe's cage only grew more uncomfortable as this sissy reached a delicate hand up under his skirt only to quickly unclasp the nylons he wore and roll them down his legs. The delicate fabric sliding off felt electrifying, but as some rough action on his toe nails picked up he was right back to being nothing but worries. He could tell that the sissy in front of him was giving him a pedicure, but he couldn't see her or tell what it would end up looking like. He hoped it would just be to file his nails down, but the moment he felt a cool liquid he knew it wasn't just that.

Eventually the sissy finished up her duties and carefully slid and clasped his nylons back in place and slid his shoes back on. With that she got up and moved her cart to the side, taking on a patient waiting position while Suzan turned her attention back to him, removing the hairdryer before wheeling his chair back to the washing stations where she removed all the foil from his hair before quickly rinsing out the paste.

With his still wet hair Monroe's chair got wheeled to it's original place where Suzan quickly got to work with a pair of scissors, expertly snipping away at it without letting even a strand fall in his field of vision. Aside from some split tips no length was taken off as Suzan instantly got to work, fixing his hair into thick bristle rollers before applying some sort of liquid to it and quickly moving him back to the hairdryer.

While he was stuck underneath there for a second time the sissy that had taken care of his toes now focused her attention to his hands instead. It felt like she was going over way more steps than she had been with his toes for some reason, but one thing was sure, he had no doubts that she was giving him a manicure he wouldn't like in the slightest. Fixated to the chair as he was complaining about it had no use though. All he could do was pray for the best.

If his outfit was anything to go off though none of this would be any good and as the sissy finished with his nails and he was wheeled off back to the original position of the chair he wasn't given much hope at all. His hair still in the tight rollers was left alone for now as Suzan drew a simple dot on each of his earlobes. Before he truly figured out what was about to happen a sharp but short pain followed in his right lobe. "No please don't pierce my ears!" Monroe exclaimed in panic, but with the neck brace he was helpless to move out of the way as Suzan just ignored him and did the other ear.

"Oops, I guess it's too late for that now pansy, don't worry though it will really help you sell the picture and pass in public. Matching accessories are just a staple of every woman's outfit and so they should be of yours too, besides, real earrings are so much better than clip-ons believe me. Now unless you want me to remember you once again forgot to speak properly I would just keep my mouth shut and speak when spoken to from now on." Ms. Thompson said gleefully ending with a sharp threat to remind him of his position.

Monroe wanted to keep on complaining, but he quickly swallowed his words nonetheless. Ms. Thompson despite how much he hated it was right, there was nothing to be done about it now and further complaints would only cause further problems. Still he felt like he needed to stand up for himself, he couldn't just let all of this happen, but since he had been cuffed in place he couldn't stop it from happening. All he could do was curse himself that he had let it come to this, but then again after the punishment Ms. Thompson had heaped upon him this morning he would do it again. He was so doomed.

Mournfully he was left to sulk as Suzan added some weight into his freshly pierced ears, weight that could only be earrings, but he had no clue as to what they looked like. With no regards to how he felt Suzan then just turned her attention to his face, starting a long and tedious process of gluing on false eye lashes, one at a time to give his lashes a long lasting very full and long look. The added weight and the fact that they were constantly in sight was very strange and more than a bit worrying to Monroe, but there was nothing to be done about it. All he could do was suck it up and close his eyes as Suzan attacked his face with a pair of tweezers doing some extreme work on his eyebrows first, then with all kinds of brushes and powders.

It got all over his face with special attention to his cheek bones, lips and eyes with a variety of sensation ranging form pencils to more greasy feeling tubes and just the slightly ticklish brushes. Everything eventually got finished when Suzan applied a generous coating of a quickly drying setting spray all over his face, to water proof and smudge proof the look she had just provided.

With his ears pierced and his makeup done it was finally time for Suzan to apply the finishing touches. Finally after ages his hair got taken out of the rollers only to be brushed out, styled and lacquered in place with a good amount of hairspray and finally a generous amount of sprays with a heady lavender perfume to really sell it.

When Suzan eventually moved back to the front of him, back in sight, joined by Ms. Thompson both their approving big grins scared him to death. "Excellent work Suzan, a real piece of art like all the sissies you get in one of your chairs, I couldn't have hoped for a better look." Ms. Thompson exclaimed excitedly while Monroe worried sick. Any look that got Ms. Thompson's seal of approval was bound to be absolutely horrible. The fact that he couldn't see any part but the long lashes only made it worse. What the hell had they done to him?

"Thank you Beatrice, it was my pleasure and I have to say it was a joy to work on this pansy of yours. I'm very pleased with how the look turned out myself and that I still have it in my fingers. Getting to work on something like this brings me right back to my youth. It's honestly nostalgic." She chimed only causing Monroe's worry to grow even more. Nostalgic for such an old hag sounded like a horror to him, and while it gave some hints it still didn't provide him with a lot of info about what they had just done.