Jim 3

Sara took me shopping the next day. She let me wear my regular clothes but she refused to clean the nail polish off my fingers or toes. And she made me wear panties and my fishnet bodystocking underneath. She took me to a shoe store in the mall early in the day. 

"Hey Sara" the lone clerk said. It was obvious they knew each other. "Is this Jim?"

"Yes but that name really doesn't suit him right now. Maybe Jen would be better."

Her friends name was Sharlene. She was well aware of what Sara had been doing to me and was more than willing to help her find shoes in my size. 

Sara told her my shoe size and they browsed the aisles, looking at different styles that would fit me. Sara settled on a pair of black heels, a pair of brown wedges, and a pair of open toed red pumps. The black heels were very short and rounded so they wouldn't be too difficult for me to walk in. Of course she expected me to wear more heels once I got the hang of walking in them.

They made me try them all on and I had to take off my shoes and expose my fishnet covered feet. Her friend laughed a lot at the sight. Sara paid for everything and her friend Sharlene bagged it up.

Sara decided to tie me up when we got back. I was bound hand and foot with rope when she came in with a roll of tape and something else in her other hand. 

"Open wide you little fishnet wearing slut" she said. She stuffed my mouth with a pair of worn tights and tape gagged me.

The next day Sara was off from work. She had me practice walking around in my heels and pumps while I cleaned around the house. I was sock gagged the entire time to make sure I shouldn't complain. 

"Heel, toe, heel, toe" she told me while I practiced. "Don't worry you will get the hang of it." I shook my head and groaned into my tape gag. 

The next day I cooked breakfast for Sara. I slaved over the hot stove in a bra stuffed with padding, panties, a floral sundress, and beige pantyhose. I also had the red pumps on.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to wear pantyhose with open toed shoes" Sara told me. She laughed at her joke and ate breakfast while I sat, gagged, waiting for her to let me take the gag off and eat something. 

When I was finally done eating I was gagged again with a smelly worn sock and duct tape. 

"I've got work today so you're gonna be tied up for a while. You can go to the bathroom now before I leave."

I pulled up my dress, lowered my panties and hosiery, and sat down on the toilet. Sara kept an eye on me to make sure I sat the whole time. I lowered my head and sobbed as I went to the bathroom. "Don't sob. It's ok. All girls go sitting down."

I was tied up before she left and spent the rest of my day in that prediciment. The next day I wore the black heels with my outfit of the day.

She had me wear the shoes every day until I started getting used to them. Sara continued to make me dress up. She painted my nails a different color every week. I had to keep up with my body hair too. Sara wanted my arms, legs, and chest smooth and shaved every week. I would put on lotion afterwards to stop my skin from drying out. 

This continued for another couple of months. Sara would make me dress up every day. Some days she would tie me up. Other days I would serve her, clean up around the house, do her chores, rub and massage her feet. She made me paint her nails for her and blow on them until they dried.

She also wouldn't let me get a haircut. I found out why after those few months passed. Sara was purposely making my hair grow out. "This is the next step in your feminization. Long hair. Once it grows a little more, we can go to the salon and dye it and style it." 

I sobbed into my gag when she said this. I actually broke down and cried. I hated what Sara had reduced me to. I couldn't believe someone I considered a friend was doing this to me.