Lost bet

"We can't call her Phil anymore, how about Pippa?" Lisa asked me,

"That sounds domesticated enough for me." I replied, laughing. "Pippa, put on the apron and that silly hat that you like so much!"

The transformation was completed with some strap on sandals that just about fit Pippa's feet. A 4" heel shaped her legs nicely, though it took a while for our 'servant' to get used to walking in them. We marched 'her' over to the mirror and, you could have seen the shock on her face as the reflection showed a sexy young woman with an almost hourglass figure and pert little breasts.

"This can't be happening" Cried Pippa. "I really look like a woman. What will I do about work tomorrow? My eyebrows, my hair. Good God, even my toenails!"

Lisa slapped her bum hard, a sharp crack sounding as she did. "Ouch!" Cried out Pippa, as she struggled to keep balance on those heels.

"You will only speak if you are spoken to, do you understand that Pippa?" Ordered Lisa dominantly.

"Yes, and you will obey our commands without hesitation, or face the consequences!" I barked at him loudly, only inches from his face.

"Yes, yes, anything you say."

I slapped his face, hard on his left cheek, marking my palm print there and leaving it burning.

"Yes Mistress. You will address us both in that manner unless and until we say otherwise." I continued, almost at a yell. "Do you understand? Moreover, stand up straight, chest out in front of you. Be proud of your new titties. Oh, and make your hips sway when you walk!"

Phil started to protest but wearing the corset made moving quickly impossible and soon he/she was bent over Lisa's lap. I went and fetched my leather belt and, with no mercy, I strapped 'Pippa's' Bum until she was crying like a baby.

"Stop, please, stop" Cried Pippa. "I'll do as you say. Please just stop hurting me! Please, I beg of you…" She continued, sobbing.