Eve Quest

I’m sure they meant this treatment to be cruel, but I had dreamed of being a girl all of my life and I was willing to pay the price to be one. Any price.

Sheila said, “There are some empty boxes in my bedroom. Pack all your male clothing. We’ll give them to the Goodwill. You’ll be moving to the spare room on the right at the end of the hall.”

The way the upstairs was laid out, a curved front staircase lead from the entrance hall to the double doors of the master suite. Down the hall to the left are the four guest bedrooms two on each side of the hall, each with a private bath. The rear stairway led downstairs to the kitchen.

Sheila continued. “Jenny and I’ll share the main bedroom. You’ll have some household chores, but never and I mean never go into our bedroom without Jenny’s or my permission. Do you have any questions?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“We’ve setup the guest bathroom for your use. If you have anything left in my bathroom, put in the trash.”

I took me nearly an hour to get everything packed. I placed the boxes in the hall, disposed of my toiletries and returned to the den to find Jenny and Sheila sitting on the couch. I stood quietly with my eyes down.

Jenny said, “I think you’d be smart not to stand when we are seated unless you’re serving us.”

I sank to my knees. “Thank you.”

“Sheila, why don’t you call your hunk of meat? I’ll take Sissy to her room and get her acclimated.” Jenny said.

“That’s a plan.” Sheila said. “But just introduce her to phase one for the moment.”

Jenny saluted as if accepting a command.

I followed Sheila into my new bedroom and found they had been busy. The door to the room had been removed. The walls were painted a soft pink. There was a pink satin spread and several satin pillows on the bed. The dressing table, bureau of drawers and nightstands were white enamel. Framed pictures of nude male dancers dotted the walls, but the most startling change was the mirrored ceiling and recessed lighting. The room was very bright and very feminine.