Simon arrived home and was immediately required to show his purchases to Emma. She examined each item carefully while Simon waited, dreading the thought that he would be sent back to exchange something. "Good," she announced. "These are just right, so let's hope they fit!"
She stared at him, causing him to feel nervous. "But before you try them on, there are a few things I need to say. I think you might need all the help you can in the next four weeks," explained Emma. "If you disobey my instructions, you know what will happen, don't you? I will kick you out, darling--that very day! Don't think I don't mean it because you have seriously upset me."
He nodded, not doubting for a moment what she was saying.
She continued, "So to help you, I'm going to set some rules to remove any temptations that you may feel to disobey me. Firstly, we are going to throw out all your male underwear, your socks and your work shirts. I've already put them all in this bag." She pointed to a black bin bag on the floor. "That way you won't be able to substitute your female clothes for male ones. That will keep you on the road to success, won't it, darling?"
He swallowed deeply. "But I thought I only had to wear the female clothes at work? What will I wear at home?"
"You must have misunderstood, darling. You need to wear the lingerie 24 hours a day if the aversion therapy is to work. And, as I've just explained, we don't want male clothing lying around that might tempt you to break your side of the bargain. You understand my reasoning, I hope?
Her logic was sound, but that didn't make the idea any more comforting. All the same, he just nodded.
"Secondly, I want you to cut up all your bank cards and blank cheques, and to give me any cash that you have in your wallet." She passed him a pair of scissors, but she could see consternation on his face. "Don't worry, darling, I won't rob you but I don't want you feeling tempted to go out and buy male clothes. Who knows, you might leave here to go to work in the morning, and on the way buy a man's shirt, socks and underpants and then change on the way to the office. I don't want that to happen because then you will fail your test and we won't be able to wipe the slate clean in four weeks' time. You must try to understand, darling, because it's for your own good. Every morning, I will give you £10 in cash. Every evening, you will give me back what's left along with receipts for any money you've spent. Understood?"
"Yes, Emma," he replied, conscious of how the net was closing in on him. He did as instructed, took out his wallet, and then cut each of his bank cards and cheques in two. Emma picked up the wallet, removed his cash for safekeeping and checked the compartments of the wallet thoroughly for any hidden cards or cash. Satisfied, she handed it back with a nod.
"And finally, Sarah will keep an eye on you while you're at work. That..."
Emma's flow was abruptly interrupted by Simon. "Sarah!" he shouted. "You don't mean Sarah Jones?"
"Yes, darling, I do mean Sarah Jones. Your old girlfriend. The one whose underwear you used to wear until she found out."
"But she hates me!" retorted Simon. "She detests me!"
"Well, are you surprised after what you did? I'm not. Anyway, it's useful that Sarah works for the same company as you--that was how you met, wasn't it? So she will do spot checks on you."
Simon was fuming. "I don't want anything to do with Sarah."
"But someone has to check up on you, darling. Who knows, you might decide to take off your bra and camisole as soon as you reach the office. Someone has to make sure you're wearing them at all times. When I phoned her and explained what I was doing and what you would be wearing, Sarah said she was very willing to help."
"You've phoned her?!" burst out Simon, unable to believe what he was hearing. "This was meant to be our secret, that's what you said."
"How was I to get her to do the checks if I didn't speak to her? Do stop to think before you open your mouth, Simon! Anyway, Sarah already knew that you liked to wear female clothing, darling," explained Emma, very calmly. "If she had wanted to, she could already have told the people at work. No, darling, you are worrying unnecessarily--again. She was really positive about the idea so she's on your side, to make sure you come through this successfully. Sarah will just do some discreet spot checks a couple of times a day to make sure you are dressed as required. No one else will know. If anything, their dirty minds will think the two of you are back together and that you are being unfaithful to me. All of these checks are only there to make sure that you successfully complete your punishment--and you do want to do that, don't you darling? I have to know that you are not deceiving me because that would not be the right basis for our future relationship. So it's much better that we have these rules to make sure that you can't deceive me."
"I understand," he reluctantly replied.
"Good, now I've got some presents for you!" She picked up a shopping bag from the coffee table and pulled out two nightdresses. They were a simple design but made of a very silky-looking white satin. She held one up against him and it came down to his knees. "That's a nice length," she commented.
Delving once more into the bag, she pulled out a cardboard box from which she extracted two foam objects. It took a few moments for it to dawn on Simon what they were. "They're to go inside the ... er ... my bras, aren't they?" he cried out. "You promised me that there would be no fillers."
"You misunderstood me again. I said that I wouldn't be sending you to work with breasts that stick out. I never said anything about what you would do outside the office. Please stop arguing with me because it's getting very tiresome and that's all you've done all day. Any more arguments, and you will be wearing them to work as well, with Sarah checking up." She looked at him to see if he wanted to continue the fight, but he looked completely dejected. Defeat was closing in.
Fishing into the bag once again, she pulled out a razor and a large tube of Nair. "Lingerie and body hair don't go together, darling. I want you to read these instructions carefully and then go into the shower and remove all your hair from the neck down. And I mean all. OK?"