The first rays of dawn crept through the velvet curtains. Mistress's Pet stirred, his mind already awakening to the familiar flutter of anticipation.
Today, Mistress had summoned him to her chambers at sunrise.
He rose and dressed with sacred care. The corset first, laced tight. The white pantyhose, rolled carefully up his legs. The black dress, its skirt flaring out and barely reaching her thighs. The heels—beautiful, punishing heels that made him feel both vulnerable and powerful.
He checked his reflection. The wig sat perfectly, soft strands framing his face. He looked every bit the sissy maid his Mistress had shaped him to be.
He paused at her door, heart racing. He knocked.
"Enter."
Mistress was seated by the window, a silk robe of deep burgundy draped over her frame, a cup of tea in her hands. Her green eyes fixed on him with calm appraisal.
"You are punctual," she observed.
He stood at attention, eyes lowered. "I am here to serve, Mistress."
She rose and approached him. "Look at me."
He raised his eyes. She studied him, her gaze traveling from his wig to his heels.
"Your pantyhose are perfectly straight. Your dress is without a single wrinkle. Your posture is excellent."
Each word was a gift. He had worked so hard to be perfect for her.
"But," she continued, stepping closer, "there is something missing."
Her fingers brushed his cheek. "You are still afraid I will find you wanting."
He opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with a raised eyebrow.
"Fear is natural," she said softly. "But I chose you for your willingness to grow."
Her hand moved to his chin, tilting his face upward. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Mistress," he breathed.
She smiled then—warm and genuine. "Then trust that I see you. Not as you were, not as you fear you are, but as you are becoming. And that is enough."
He felt a tear prick at the corner of his eye. She released his chin and stepped back.
"Now, the silver needs polishing. You have one hour."
He nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
As he turned to leave, her voice stopped him.
"And, Pet?"
He looked back.
"Your pantyhose are perfect. I am pleased."
The smile that spread across his face was unstoppable. He slipped out, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks.
The morning ritual was complete. Now, the work could begin.