I held a perpetual blush as I moved through the crowds of the convention hall. It was my first time dressing up at a convention I normally went to as Jules.
Today, I was Julie. My hair and beard were done in a stylized manner befitting a cut anime girl, and I wore a corset that flowed into conservative skirt that held just above my knees. My flats clacked as I walked through the hall, thankful that my feat at least would not suffer throughout the week.
A leather gloved hand sat possessively on my ass as I marched down the hall. I glanced up and to my right to admire and study Mistress Morgan’s expression.
She was my height normally, but she wore high heels as she paraded me in front of the nerds of the convention. Her strong jaw, long brown hair, and knowing eyes studied the people around us. She looked the stereotypical dominatrix. Her gait stated ownership of herself, her partner, and hell, this entire building. Both men and women stared at her admiringly as we moved. I wondered what fantasies we were stirring in everyone.
A nervous excitement sat in my stomach dressed so obviously as a girl while being so obviously a boy. My beard may have been stylized, and although it almost looked fem, I wasn’t fooling anyone. And that was the point. Master James wanted to beat out the fear of being mistaken as man while presenting fem. The lesson was very him: both harsh and compassionate. He brooked no nonsense with his pets. He wanted me to truly believe that I’d be admired as beautiful regardless of how I presented.
And yet as I looked around at the convention attendees, I noticed that most of their focus was on my Mistress. I had never experienced being someone’s accessory, but my presence simply made Mistress Morgan stand out more. What woman could make a man dress like me and parade him around at a convention with thousands in attendance? I could read it in their eyes: she must be incredible.
Without glancing in my direction, she spoke. It was always like that when she was in this mode. Her words surprised me and caused me to jump as focused as I was on our surrounding. They were sharp, insightful.
“Are you handling this well, Julie?” She always used my name when first addressing me. No one else ever did. It made me feel small and owned. I loved it.
“Yes, mistress. It’s odd being here like… this but it’s also exciting. We’re getting so many stares.”
She smiled as she casually glanced around the room.
“Yes, we are. They are jealous, Julie. Some want to be you. Some want to be me. And yet others want to do to me what I’m doing to you. Many here are sexually repressed creatures, like Maria and you had been before we’d met.”
I gulped at my wife’s full name. It was owned by Master James and Mistress Morgan. Mary had thrown it away years ago, and upon learning about that, our owners decided they would reclaim it as their own. She’d hated it for so long, and now it was used as her pet name by those that dominated our marriage. I felt my cock strain against my cage, and I pushed slightly against Mistress Morgan’s leg.
“I’m glad I’m the one here instead of looking in from the outside.”
Her silence sounded content and amused as we continued our march. Ahead, I could see Mary with Master James. She had an identical outfit, although hers was slathered in frills. It was purposeful choice to contrast the two of us. Mary had rebelled against being a girl for most of her life, and Master James sought to correct that. There were some days she was presented as a man, and she had been taught how to act like one. Master James had been disappointed with her feminine act, though, and so he made her appear as overtly girly as possible today. She wore all pink and light blue outside of the black corset and skirt that we both wore.
Her choker was her collar today, which wasn’t always the case. Our Master owned the other end, guiding her gently along the path he wanted to parade her down. Mary so rarely wore high heels that it was odd to see her walking so easily in them. Mistress Morgan had been disappointed in her abilities in that area and had corrected the issue quickly. And harshly.
Mary was… bubbly. It was so odd to see it, because I knew my wife and in her day to day she never acted like this. Early in our marriage, there had been times where she would go into ‘dumb blonde mode’ to tease me, but it had never gone this far with us before. It had always made me slightly uncomfortable to see her dumbed down because the dissonance was so great. When I had mentioned the act to Master James one night, he ordered Mary to show him. He’d loved it.
Now whenever we were in play mode or out in public with them, Mary acted like this. She was bubbly and giggly like a dumb school girl. She thanked the horny guys who complimented her on her outfit, and responded like a naïve girl whenever they would imply something overtly sexual. She gladly took pictures with everyone who wanted to, and actively put her guests’ arms around her waist. It was such a drastic transformation that it both made my stomach fall and my cock go hard. Only Master James could really bring this part of her out to the forefront, and I loved that. My cock pulsed against my age and my breathe quickened again as I watched my wife be paraded around by our Master.
I looked up at Mistress Morgan and found her smiling warmly at me.
“Maria has learned her place quite well. You would do well to emulate her, boy.”
I blushed. I’d never blushed so much in my life. Now it was an hourly occurrence.
“Yes, Mistress. Master James is a natural at bringing it out in her.”
The hand that held my ass grew firmer.
“Yes, he is. I look forward to the day the two of you play that act together with him. His two pets acting like over-enthusiastic girly-girls for all of the horny
nerds to see. We’ll get you there, I know it. A few months, at most. You’re well on your way.”
I let out a short breath, excitement and fear fighting to become the stronger response. My response was breathy and quiet.
“Yes, Mistress. I look forward to the day when I’m one of Master James’s girls. And one of yours.”
She simply smiled at me as we continued down the convention hall.
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