Thanks to her amazing work, Brie felt confident that her parents would be satisfied with the house. She was surprised when she looked at the clock and found that less than 3 hours had passed. But now that she was done, she didn't have a reason to remain as Brie and wanted to quickly remove the outfit asap. Clarice put a stop to that though.
Right as Brie was about to remove the head piece, Clarice requested for her presence in the other room, causing her to obediently follow the request since it was an order from her Mistress. When Brie entered the living room, her expression turned to one of disgust. Her Mistress had turned the living room temporarily into a merged plane that connected to the shack. "Come now Brie sweetie, since we have a few more hours, may as well have you clean our home as well."
Reluctantly, Brie complied, knowing she didn't really have a choice in the matter anyways. Even without the obedience magic, she would have followed Clarice's orders out of simple fear of what would happen to her if she didn't. This woman undoubtedly had supernatural abilities way beyond anything she could hope to go against, so it was best to stay on her good side. Even if it meant spending more time as Brie than she wanted to, it was better than turning into a toad or something since at least she was still human, maybe?
The shack took a while as well, but since Clarice actually helped her this time with her magic, it took only about 2 hours to referbish the whole building, with all new wood and everything. It was like a brand new house. The newly insulted walls also kept it nice and warm too. This was a big improvement alone since sometimes when it got chilly out, Brie wouldn't be able to go here and mess around because she risked catching a cold. The place was lit with floating balls of both fire and light, as well as a magic-made fire in the fireplace. Brie felt that it was rather cozy, but also very cursed since Clarice would be living there for a while.
It was very late at night now though. And since they were finished cleaning, Brie felt it was definitely time for her to return to her normal self. Her current body somewhat disturbed Brie in that it felt so natural for her to look like this. Furthermore, she had caught herself thinking about what having a pussy would be like more than once. The longer she stayed as Brie, the more it began to feel normal to her. And that was her largest issue at the moment. It was like watching herself become corrupted, and yet do nothing about it besides simply accepting it out of fear of what happens if she doesn't. "Excuse me Mistress, may I leave now? It is very late and my parents will be home soon" requested Brie in a polite manner, while doing her absolute best to hold in her frustration.
"Is it really that late?" Questioned Clarice. "Yes Mistress. It is nearly midnight." Responded Brie in a flat tone as her frustration kept on growing even more.
"Huh, I guess it is late. Fine, I will send you home too since I did bring you here. But before I do, I want your opinion on one very important topic, sweetie."
"Which would be...." continued Brie, after Clarice had paused to look around for something, and had never gotten to the main point of the topic.
"Oh right, what would you prefer if you had to pick. Heelless high heels or ballet boots?"
"That kind of depends on how tall the heels are. Ballet flats are always easier to walk in than a majority of heels, but they don't always go with every outfit. On the other hand, heelless high heels are more difficult to walk in, but fit a lot better into outfits because they are more common than ballet flats." Answered Brie.
"Sweetie, I actually meant ballet heels, not flats. You know, the kind that forces you to walk on only the tips of your toes."
"Oh, then heelless heels would almost certainly be easier to move around in. But the other one is sexier, or at least is the more kinky option."
"My thoughts exactly. Ok, well thank you Sweetie for today. I left you a little gift as well back home. Hope you like them, but make sure you do read the note properly." And with that Clarice sent Brie back to her home. The moment she got back, she noticed a box had been left on the countertop, but decided to deel with that later. As for now though, Brie ran into her room, locked the door, and went to sit down on her bed for a bit as her feet were starting to hurt from moving around like she had been all while in a pair of 6" heels. That plan was a failure though right from the beginning as the moment she sat, she almost instantly shot right back up again in a panic.
With a now shaky hand, she slowly pulled the feather duster out of her asshole, only to plunge it back in right as the tip came out. She kept repeating the cycle over and over. Even after her knees gave out and caused her to fall foreward, landing on her tits, she didn't stop fucking her ass with the anal plug handle. Her moans of pleasure would have been heard throughout the house, if anyone was there to have heard her that is.
She was nearly lost in the pleasure. However she still could think somewhat. At least enough to use her free hand to pull the chain on her nipples up to her mouth. Now whenever she felt close to cumming, she would pull her head back, which in turn would pull on her nipples, causing her to cum immediately. Her nipples were just so sensitive. They were like her cum buttons. Just press or pull on one of the and she would cum right then and there.
Speaking of cum, a small pool of it was forming underneath her knees. Brie knew about it, but couldn't stop herself. She had been so pent up over the week that this sudden mass release was exactly what she needed right now. Her cock was more or less continuously oozing out cum, even though it was still completely flaccid. She tried stroking it, but didn't get even the smallest twitch in response.
What felt like hours was actually just a few several minutes. However now she had to be careful. It was well passed midnight, meaning her parents could be home at any moment. It was time for her to stop. Reluctantly, Brie put the plug back up inside her asshole and began to undress, starting with her heels. Then her tights, which thanks to them having no material covering from her dick all the way back to her asshole, meant that they were almost untouched by her cum. Almost, because the knees were absolutely soaked with cum, but the moment she removed them after carefully sliding them off, they suddenly became spotlessly clean. "Thats right! This outfit has auto-cleaning" remembered Brie, as she set the tights aside for now.
Next came the thong, which was easy enough. She just had to be careful to not accidently pull out the feather duster from her ass on accident. It was odd how she so easily forgot about it. One would think having something shooved up your ass would be impossible to lose track of, but this apparently wasn't the case for her.
Next was the dress. The nipple rings came out easily enough, and the corset was also not hard to untie. Even the zipper was super easy to reach now that her body was way more flexible being mostly a girl. It felt odd when her boobs receded back into her body, as her shape returned to the normal male one that she was all to familiar with. Now that there was only 2 pieces left, Brie finally took out the plug, and after succesfully fighting the urge to plug herself back up again, finally set it down on the bed. She could feel a slight breeze inside of her body now due to the small gaping asshole which hadn't fully closed yet. But after a minute or so, the hole finaly lost the plug's shape and sealed back up once again like normal.
Last but not least, the head piece. This thing was what made her Brie. What made her both submissive and obedient to Mistress. What made her feel normal in her warped body. What made her think of herself using female pronouns even. So much of her frustration was all bundled up inside this cute head piece. Brie moved a bit of her hair out of her eye once more. She actually loved the hairstyle on other girls, but being the one to actually have it was not as fun. Her one eye couldn't see as much, and it was heavier than she would have ever guessed. But like everything else that is left, it too came with the head piece. She didn't wait any longer and removed the head piece, placing it down onto his bed.
Brendon was back, and crying on the inside. Partly out of embarrassment from what he just had done to himself, but mainly because in his stupid haste to remove Brie, he never cleaned up the puddle of cum his bare foot had just stepped in. She could have easily cleaned it up in under a minute. And now he had to do it. As well as wash his foot off, and all the floors he would step on in order to clean it up. But the puddle simply vanished before he even began to move, as a note appeared in its place.
"Let me get that for you sweetie. It was quite the enjoyable performance afterall. I hope to hear all about how much of a horny little anal slut you've become at our next session. I told you before that being adventurous is one of the many perks of being a beautiful young lady, and that you may find out that there are quite a few thing that you actually enjoy, that you would have never expected yourself to. If you still doubt me, shove that duster back up your ass once more, but as you are now, and tell me that it isn't enjoyable in the slightest. Anyways, I have rambled on long enough, so I am releasing the pause I put on your parents, who are outside the front door as you read this. Better hide that costume and put on some clothes quickly, my young lady.
Your Loving Mistress,
Clarice.
"Fucking damn it" is all Brendon could mutter, as he once again started shredding the note. He quickly stash away the outfit into an empty box he had, but only could hide the heels under his bed due to their size being too big for the box. And as he was outting on new clothes, he heard his parents start approaching his bedroom. He had just slid on a pair of shorts when his dad did the standard "knock but enter anyways" that all parents do.
"Its a bit late to still be up son, but I gotta say, excellent job on the house. This place looks incredible, like something you would hire a professional cleaning crew to do. You didn't did you?" Brandon shook his head "No, I was the one who cleaned it all."
"That so? Well like I said, you did a great job. Oh, and you have a package out on the counter still, though it might have been delivered to the wrong house. The label says Brendon, but the note is addressed to Brie. It is from a girl named Clarice. Ring any bells? I didn't actually read the note though just incase it wasn't meant for you. You mother said it looked like a box that they package dresses in, haha."
Shit! He had forgotten all about Clarice's "gift". He quickly had to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Its mine, I was expecting it and just left it out on the counter by accident. And it isn't a dress, or at least I hope it isn't. As for the note, I don't know. Maybe they put the wrong note on the box, you know like how sometimes places write notes, such as with flower shippments? It may be one of those that just got attached to the wrong box. But the box should be for me since my name is on the label. Thanks for reminding me."
"Don't worry about it. And just between you and me, remember to wash her out after you use one of her holes, or it will start to reak. Trust me, I had an inflatable one too when I was your age, fun to fuck, but I left a load up top once over a warm weekend and the hole smelled so bad I had to toss the doll because I couldn't get the smell out without bleaching the thing. So just fyi. And don't worry, I'll just tell your mother that it was just a box full of school supplies or something."
"What the fuck" thought Bremdon. How did his dad jump from a box with some unknown contents to it to it definitely has a blow-up doll in it? Either way, at least they won't open it, so it may be best to just role with it. "Okay... I will keep that in mind. Thanks for the tip I guess." He said as he grabbed the box from his dad.
"Well get some sleep, it already passed 2am you know. We can tell you about our trip after our work tomorrow. Night." Said his dad as he left Brendon's room leaving his son alone for the night. Brendon simply opened the box and almost let out a groan. All that it had inside was a single pair of thigh high ballet boots made out of a shiny black material, a red colored dildo, and an anal plug with a long, very fluffy, fox tail attached to it. The note simply said:
"Enjoy these at your own leisure. But be sure to wear them to our next session sweetie."