Not a saleswoman

Chapter 7

I sleep many hours and get woke up by some slaps of Miranda. “Boy… Boy…" “Ah, uh?” I can hardly focus my eyes becaue I have a terrible headache. “My head…” “There, there, you will have your medicines with your breakfast.” I look around and I am not in recovery ward. I am in a private room with a window behind curtains, a warddrobe and a internal door that leads to a private bathroom. I can move and I cover my eyes with my hands. Miranda opens the curtains and I just do not want to look. I hear her opening the tap of the bathroom sink and shaking something. I hear her speaking to me. “You must get up. It is time for breakfast and dressing.” I try to look at the floor but have a sight of the room. It is all painted in pale pink, looking like plastic girl toys. “Oggg, the best color for my headache…" I protest. Miranda chuckles. “No, no. Better you use your mouth to have this.” She pushes a rubber nipple in my mouth, her hand is holding a baby bottle. “Aw!” I try to spit but Miranda holds my chin. “Your meds are inside. You need them to heal your penis and ease that headache.” I look to the floor and suck. It tastes like milk with some sugar. When I finish, Miranda tells me to lay on the bed so she can replace the gauzes that protect my dick. It aches but I decide not to complain just in case another baby bottle is prescribed ¬¬. “Finish. Stand up face to the window." I hear her fetching in the wardrobe. The view through the window is just a countryside landscape with some farms here and there and a wide green horizon. I hear Miranda coming from behind saying “rise your arms”. I do and see the front part of a bra falling on my chest. “Hey!” I turn to her. “What is this!” “Come on. It is Doctor's orders.” She surrounds me with her arms to reach the bra locking. “Mmmm.” I feel surprised that its contact is very soft and tickles my nipples. I blush. Miranda giggles and adjust the strings. The bra is padded to give some volume. “Cup A is typical for newbies. You will not have any problem to excercise or sit in front of your desk with this size.” She winks and help me put on knickers. They also feel soft and light. Like wearing nothing. Then, white panties. Miranda pushes me gently to a stool on the bathroom. “Sit down, dear.” She combs my hair back and applies pale red lipstick, and black eyeliner. “I must schedule a visit to the hairdresser this evening.” I just do not listen because I am spellbound by my reflection. A mixture of soft boy facial feature and soft girly touches. “Boy, boy…” Miranda taps my shoulder. “Stand up, we have to finish dressing.” She helps me put a white pencil midi skirt and a pink button up blouse. Fully buttoned I look like a professional secretary. “As today is your first day, I will put you plain shoes. But this evening you will practice with heels.” “…ok…” I say all shocked. We walk to the door. “Oh, my God!” Miranda turns back and goes to the wardrobe. “I forgot your choker." She comes back with a white leather choker with a tiny chrome ring at the front. She pops the collar of my blouse and places the leather strap. She turns down the collar of my blouse so only the ring and a small part of the white leather is visible. “Notice, you wear a white choker with a pink blouse because it matches. You have in your wardrobe several colors of chokers for every look. But all of them have a chrome ring because it is your newbie id. Understood?" “Uh, uh.” I say processing all the information.

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