It All Goes Wrong, Pt. 05

It All Goes Wrong, Pt 5

(crossdressing, forced, female-domination) Unending adventure

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts of Wrong, first.

Andie was now starting the third week of her stay with Keira, and although she was enjoying herself more and more, she was also growing increasingly worried about her need to get home. Her boss would expect Andy back at work in a week, and her driver's license and her credit cards still hadn't shown up.

Her second worry was how Andy would be able to hide his appearance from his coworkers and neighbors when she did arrive home.

And the other difficult question was how could she possibly leave.

But each day and every night she was able to push those concerns to the back of her mind as she enjoyed her time with Keira. She understood now, that there was love there.

And Keira seemed to love her, as well. And not just because she appreciated having an assistant in running the store. And Andie was now a fine saleswoman. She had proven herself capable of handling all of the required tasks - performing them while Keira caught up on paperwork in the office, or ran errands around town.

"This is such a relief, having you to cover for me in the store." Keira said, on several occasions. "I'm so lucky to have you."

And Andie loved hearing that.

While their days had passed busily, the evenings and nights, were fun and loving. Together in the apartment, or on the occasional nights out, they were becoming more and more a happy couple.

Of course, Andie's life wasn't all sunshine and roses. Bree was an ever-present factor, often delivering fear and discomfort, and occasional customers also gave her grief, but that was just part of the retail business.

Each morning when Keira selected her wardrobe for the day, she did so happily, enjoying the process, and the way Andie looked when dressed as she liked.

And with Bree's encouragement she insisted that Andie always get her seems perfectly straight, and worst of all, lace her corset just a little bit tighter each day. Andie accepted the suffering, as it came from her lover and savior.

On Tuesday, in the store, Bree stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. "You're looking great, Andie dear. What's your waist down to now?"

"I don't know," she said, unhappily.

"Well let's check," Bree said as she stepped over to a drawer and pulled out a cloth measuring tape. She returned to wrap it around Andie's corseted waist.

"Fabulous," she said, as Keira walked over.

"What is she?"

"She's 25 inches!" Bree replied.

Andie moaned, unbelievable, she thought.

The other two ignored her whining.

Keira smiled. "Wow, incredible. And she looks so good. I just love her." she gushed.

That made Andie feel a little better. Damn, she thought. Even though they'd known each other for less than three weeks, there was love there, between them.

"At this rate, by the end of the week you should be able to hit the perfect 24 inches. Won't that be lovely?" Bree said, happily. She seemed proud, as if it was all her doing.

Andie didn't respond. She was worried about permanent damage. After all, she'd been laced in a corset for more than two weeks straight, hardly ever out.

"Andie, speak up. Won't that be a wonderful event?" Bree asked again, this time more forcefully.

"Yes Bree, it will be wonderful," she replied, unenthusiastically.

Bree gave her a swat on the ass. "You should be pleased with your accomplishment.

"Keira, I'll leave it to you to lace her tighter, tomorrow."

"Yes, Bree." Keira answered, with a gentle smile.

Andy wished Bree would just leave her alone - leave the two of them alone.

That evening it was Keira who took her to the beauty salon and while she enjoyed a mani-pedi, Andie suffered through the tedious process of having eyelash extensions glued to her eyelids.

She was relieved and even pleasantly surprised, when the process was finally over. Her eyes looked so much better - prettier than ever. With the tattooed eyeliner and the luxurious lashes, she felt even more feminine.

And she felt even better when Keira was overjoyed by the improvement.

In the past it had always been Bree who furthered her transformation. This time, it was so much easier to accept the enhancement from her lover. It didn't bother her at all.

Until later that night, before she fell asleep, when she began worrying about how Andy would look. She hoped that there was some solvent that could be used to remove the things. The woman at the salon had mentioned that they'd last for at least a month. And she'd be home before then; she hoped.

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Bree was also impressed, when she stopped into the store the next day.

"Now you look complete. I think that's almost as pretty as we can get you." she told her, while Keira stood off to the side beaming.

"Almost?" she asked "I think she's delightful."

Bree looked at her, "I agree with Ruby. A nose job should be the next big step."

Andie shivered, nervously over that thought. She absolutely couldn't go home with a new, cute and feminine nose! And in any case, there wouldn't be time to heal before she left.

But she didn't say anything. She just hoped that the idea would be forgotten.

A few customers, who had met her before, during past shopping trips, commented on her new eyes, and she, and Keira, both enjoyed the praise. A couple asked her where the work had been done, and after Andie had provided the details, they swore that they'd be checking the place out - they liked the results so much.

It felt funny to be providing beauty advice to real women.

Later that afternoon Bree returned and waved Andie over back of the store.

Unsure of what she had in mind, Andie walked over.

"Stand there, I'd like to take your picture." She said, pointing to a spot in front of a section of white wall.

"Why?"

"For the record."

"Huh?"

"Never mind, just do it."

Andie shrugged, not sure what was going on, but unwilling to argue, she stepped into place and smiled tentatively as Bree used her phone to take a snapshot, apparently just of her head.

"Great, thanks." Bree said, as she walked away, leaving a confused Andie standing there.

Andie looked over at Keira, questioning, but all she did was shrug, as in, 'no idea'.

After they'd helped a couple of customers and sold a couple of outfits, the incident was forgotten.

Over dinner that night, Andie and Keira talked about her situation. Andie was running out of time. Her vacation was coming to an end and still her bank cards and license hadn't shown up. She had called, of course, and both her bank and the state had fed her the same line - 'they're in the mail.'

"If they don't show, you'll have to call your boss again for another extension."

"He'll go ballistic."

"But will he fire you? Will it ruin your career?" Keira had asked, concerned.

Andie thought for a couple minutes. "No, I don't think he'll go that far."

Keira smiled. "Good, then you can stay with me for another week."

"If I need to."

Keira laughed. "I know, it's such torture for you."

Andie frowned at her, but then laughed. "Don't be mean. You know I love it here, like this, with you."

Giggling, they leaned over and kissed.

When they broke it off. Andie grabbed Keira's hand. "I'll hate leaving you. But you know I have to."

Keira didn't say anything else. She gently pulled her hand free and went back to eating her meal.

Andie was as upset as she was.

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Just after the store opened that next morning, Bree swooped in as she often did, and after kissing and hugging the two of them, she focused on Andie.

"Here you go," she said as she handed over a shiny new card.

Andie took a look and was surprised to see an official state ID with her picture and name on it.

"Where'd you get this?" she asked, astonished.

Keira shifted over to see. "What?"

"An ID card with my name and picture." Andie held it up so Keira could get a better look.

"Huh, provided by one of your friends?" Keira asked, glancing over at Bree.

"Yes, of course. It's legit. Kelly took care of me."

Keira chuckled. "Figures. And it has my address on it."

"Where else?" Bree replied, smiling. Then she turned back to Andie.

"Now you're official. A resident of this great state. It's no driver's license - you still can't drive, but now you're another female resident."

That was another surprise. She looked at the card and sure enough it listed, 'gender' as female.

"That's not my birthdate. I'm older than 22."

"Silly girl. We never tell our real age." Bree replied, chuckling.

Andie examined the official document for a few more minutes. "I can't use this."

"Of course, you can. It makes you legal and legitimate. Now you really are Andie." Bree replied, still smiling, proudly.

Andie shook her head, and tried to hand it back. Of course, Bree refused to take it.

"But now I'm in the system. My picture and everything. The state thinks I'm a female." She said, upset and angry.

"Andie, relax. It's no big deal. When you go back home, you'll have your Andy driver's license, reaffirming that you're a guy." Keira said, soothingly.

"You ungrateful little prick!" Bree roared. "I went to a lot of trouble to get this for you, and this is the thanks I get."

She then angrily slapped Andie on the cheek, and the sound alone was frightening. The pain shocked her, and she immediately stepped back and reached up to massage her burning face.

"Bree!" Keira cried out.

But Bree wasn't finished. She grabbed Andie by her arm and dragged her into the office, slamming the door behind her so Keira couldn't follow.

"Oh shit!" Keira mumbled to herself. She'd seen Bree get angry and was afraid for poor Andie. When Bree lost her temper, and went so far as to get physical, bad things usually happened. She was bucking up her courage to go in and save Andie, again, but at that moment a couple of customers interfered, picking that moment to walk in the front door, and she had to take care of them.

Though she remained very concerned about Andie.

After the initial two women purchased a dress and some lingerie, another customer came in and a moment later yet another stopped in to browse.

Perfect timing, a worried and frustrated Keira thought, she had to take care of her customers, they always came first, but she remained distracted by her concerns over Bree and Andie. It had been twenty minutes and she hadn't heard any screams or thuds, so she figured things couldn't be too bad.

One of the customers had just left and the other was still browsing when Keira heard the office door open behind her and when she turned to look, Andie was stepping out, carefully and slowly, wearing the latex hobble skirt Bree had brought over for her the previous week.

Andie looked miserable, but she was doing her best, under Bree's close supervision, to shuffle as best she could out into the store.

Bree following behind saw Keira standing, watching. "That silly ungrateful bitch will wear that skirt for the rest of the day. Understood?"

"It will be difficult." Keira replied, trying to get her lover off the hook.

"I don't care.

"And she has to stay here, and work. Okay?"

Keira sighed. "Yes, of course. She should have known better than to complain."

"Absolutely.

"I'll be back around closing. We'll see if she's learned her lesson."

"Okay, fine, see you then." Kiera got in just as Bree disappeared out the door.

Keira stepped over to Andie, who was still making her way over toward the cash register station, taking her tiny little steps one after the other.

"You really screwed up." She told her.

They were both surprised, when the woman customer from the other side of the store laughed. "You sure did. Whatever it was, I bet you're sorry."

Totally humiliated, Andie looked over at the woman. "I am," she said, her voice catching.

The woman stopped smiling and gave her a stern look. "Then don't cross her ever again." Then she turned and headed for the door. But before she walked out, she turned back. "You do look fantastic in that skirt."

Then she was gone.

"Shit!" Andie mumbled.

Keira couldn't help but chuckle. "Whoever she was, she sure understood the dynamic."

She then stepped over to give her distraught lover a quick kiss. "You just man the cash register. I'll handle the floor."

Andie didn't move. "I can't wear this for the rest of the day," she whined. "That's five hours like this."

"Well, you don't have any choice. Believe me. When Bree comes back, you need to be wearing that thing; or it can only get worse."

She grabbed Andie's arm and steered her behind the counter. She couldn't stop herself from giggling, though. Andie was so pathetic in both the way she moved, and the way she was acting.

And she wasn't done whining either.

"But this is torture."

"Oh, stop. You deserved it." Keira said, now getting irritated, herself.

"What?" Andie asked, sensing Keira's annoyance.

"You're a lost girl without any ID, and Bree provided you one. You should have been grateful."

"But it lists me as a woman."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? You are a woman. Now get to work." And she simply turned away and stomped out to straighten out a disheveled rack of dresses.

Andie had never seen her so angry, so she moaned and continued working her way slowly across the sales floor.

Moaning, quietly so Keira wouldn't hear, she sidled over to stand behind the counter, at the register, waiting for when she was needed.

There wasn't even a stool for her to perch on.

All afternoon, as customers wandered in and bought things, Andie had to deal with them, and although she was behind the counter, everyone who came near, could see her predicament.

Of course, she was a major hit with most everyone, many of the women found her hilariously entertaining, some considered her insane, and a small number adored her wardrobe for various erotic reasons, and made it clear that they'd love to play with her. In some obscene fashion.

A couple of them were attractive enough and imaginative enough in their descriptions that Andie actually got excited.

At one point she had to interrupt Keira and call over to whisper that she had to use the bathroom. She really had to pee.

"Well, my dear, since you'll need my help to remove your dress, and to close it again afterwards, you'll just have to hold it until no one's in the store. I have to take care of my customers.

"And don't you dare have an accident. If you make a mess in my store, I might just have to punish you, myself. Want to wear that thing all day tomorrow, too?"

"Oh God, no!"

"Well then, hold on and pray for a few minutes of quiet."

Dejected, Andie whined, "I will."

Of course, the next hour was hell, as Andie concentrated on not losing it, while she waited for the store to empty out.

And that just didn't happen. It drove her crazy! Just when an only customer stepped out the door, much to her relief, another timed it perfectly and walked in. It was maddening and the pressure on her bladder increased with every minute, and every lost hope.

Finally, more like seventy minutes later, the store was empty and it remained so.

When the coast was clear, Keira trotted over and hurried her into the bathroom. She giggled as Andie took her tiny strides as quickly as she was able. It did look funny.

She left the door open so she could monitor the sales floor, while she unbelted the tight latex dress and unzipped it down over Andie's ass.

As the thing slid down to puddle on the floor, she gave Andie a hard slap on her ass, eliciting a yelp, and almost an ugly accident.

"Hush! Do your business, then pull up the dress. Call me when you're ready and I'll close it up again. And make it quick."

Then she turned and walked out.

Andie, disgusted and frustrated, hurriedly stripped down her panties and gaff, and sat on the toilet. She didn't, want to gush at the last second!

Only after she was sitting, peeing, did she realize that Keira hadn't closed the door. The bathroom was in the back, in the short hallway to the office, but there was still a chance that some wandering customer might spot her. Damn! she cursed to herself. What a shitty day!

When she was at last empty, she wiped and put herself back together. She hated pulling the cursed dress back up, but she had no choice in the matter.

When it was in place, she stuck her head out the door and called out to Keira.

And naturally, Keira called back. "I'm busy with a customer, just wait, I'll get to you and your issue as soon as I can."

Even more upset, feeling sorry for herself, Andie just stood in the doorway until Keira finally arrived, to secure her back into her torture skirt.

When she walked away, after completing the task, Andie mumbled, "thank you."

"You're welcome. Now please get back to your station. We have three customers out here.

Andie hurried as best she could out to the cash register, and all the way, she heard the women whispering comments and chuckling. She didn't look up, but she was certain that it was all about her.

Finally, she was back behind the counter, blushing and humiliated, and she remained there, dealing with purchases for the next couple hours, until Bree came in, almost at closing time.

"I'm really sorry I didn't thank you properly for getting me an ID card," Andie said as Bree walked over, clearly examining her - ensuring that she was still in the hobble skirt.

"I'm sure you are," was all Bree said in response.

Then, as she turned to head into the office, she called over her shoulder, "you're welcome."

Andie was relieved when Keira finally locked the front door at closing time. But then she had to help clean up the place, struggling to walk and bend the entire time, before they were truly finished for the night.

Finished, they headed for the stairs, with Andie following slowly behind.

"I'm starved, let's go up and get some dinner." Keira said as she followed Bree up to the apartment.

"I can't climb the stairs." Andie whimpered from behind the two of them.

She heard Bree laugh. "Well, I guess you'll just have to do without."

Damn her!

Keira took pity on her. "Of course, you can. If you can't pull yourself up using the railing, then sit your ass on the step and push yourself up, one step at a time.

"Now hurry, Like I said, I'm starving!" Then she laughed and disappeared into the apartment.

Cursing under her breath, Andie made it about half way by hoisting herself up step-by-step using her arms and a hold on the railing, but then, out of breath, she sat down and backed her way up the rest of the way, feeling like a lizard in her rubber skin.

When she made it to the apartment, Bree and Keira were working in the kitchen like a well-practiced team. Keira turned and told her to just sit and wait. But Bree overrode her and had Andie open a bottle of wine to go with dinner.

Andie, angry but working hard not to show it, hobbled over to the refrigerator, avoiding a cook collision along the way, and then proceeded to open the bottle and set out three glasses.

Finally, she slumped down into one of chairs, sitting on the edge, and began sipping at her glass - she really needed the alcohol.

It wasn't long before the two women joined her, and they all began eating.

It was actually a pleasant meal, with Bree and Keira talking customers and products, with Andie joining in on occasion, providing her thoughts and opinions.