One day, Amandainsisted that I let Maxine color and cut my hair. I had no choice in thematter. Maxine was about my age?and a striking woman?an older...version ofher daughter. She decided that I should go blonde?and she cut my hairinto a pixie-ish style. Not something a man would wear.With my girlish haircut, lip gloss, and pink school uniform, I looked likea girl. You would have to look real close to figure out that I was a guy.At the bank, nobody seemed to care about my transformation. I. .. Yes, I want to continue... Then, finally, she gave me exactlyfour strokes. But then, she stopped. "You haven't deserved more thanthis," she said while getting my chastity cage. Next she forced my dickinto its cage while squeezing my balls painfully. With some effort shemanaged. "Good night, my good boy." Out of my mind of horniness, I triedto go to sleep. Even though I was more frustrated than I'd ever been, Iwas also happy. Happy to be a "good boy."Chapter 4The next two weeks passed in. Key West was already reporting winds over forty-five and bands of heavy rain. Sarasota, where Dave sat, was cloudy with a few stray showers. The winds were still less than twenty miles per hour. Dave headed home. Leaving a very sparse office behind and a nearly empty but locked desk. When he checked the parking lot, he realized that he was perhaps the last executive to leave the building. Everyone had been told not to come to work for the next two days or more. Many of the executives had duties. So, it was a few days before Christmas when I at last was able to get to see her. By this time she had moved from her house into a small block of flats in the next town. I rang the bell at the outer door and she slipped out of her front door which opens on to the hallway to let me in. To my surprise, she was clad in a full length black negligee - unusual for a December afternoon and the more unusual to be wearing it in the hallway where neighbours might suddenly appear. It was a good sign,.