Roy sat in the corner at the hairdresser, thinking of his next move. He hadn’t planned to be there, but she had surprised him and borught him along anyway.

Under the normal exterior was garters and panties. Locked ankle cuffs. A rubber corset. A figure either tsretcher and a penis leash to keep him under control. And a remote control vibrator to make him lose it.

He had known that she had be planning an afternoon of cross-dresing punishment on the next day, but he wasn’t expecting for it to start early. And he had to write up how he should be punished.

At least that was the assignment he had.

She had mentioned that she would like to turn him into a life size dress up doll, but wasn’t sure if she had ideas beyond that.

She hadn’t suggested that his hair be dyed, et. But it was always a possibility.

It was a sort of cat and mouse game, but one where she controlled both the cat and the mouse. If the punishments were more severe than she was expecting, she would dole them out as “requested”. If they were not up to her standards then she would increase them, and punish him further for under estimating the amount of punishment he needed.