Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 46.

To say I was disappointed with how the golf turned out was an understatement. Here I was trying to shift Devina’s view of me, and all the while I was sinking deeper into a quagmire of humiliation. How could Devina possibly come to admire me if all she saw was a little sissy who craved nothing but the abuse that she and her clients meted out on me?

As I followed Tanya Toogood and Dwayne driving back into the city it occurred to me that at least when one attended some sort of fetish event, I supposed, one walked away afterwards and resumed life in a somewhat normal fashion. And yet here I was, dressed in a summer dress, in chastity and following two people who had no use for me but for humiliation and likely degradation. How could Devina respect a person like me? My life had become consumed by my own destruction.

As we snaked through the late afternoon traffic I took a call from Steve, my business partner.

“Where have you been, Andy?”

It felt strange hearing my name like that. I was getting very comfortable with the name Andrea. I smiled to myself thinking that I guess Steve would never know me as Andrea. Then the smile faded as I began to realise I quite liked myself as Andrea. She felt so much more the person I am.