Page 53 of Forever Mine

The one good thing about all of it, was that since I took Dr. Kiley by surprise, he wasn’t completely prepared to take me. The cuffs he had in his glove box, which was fucking disconcerting, but I had a makeshift blindfold with a t-shirt and a sock shoved in my mouth before I was thrown into the back seat. It meant that I was able to get the blindfold off enough to see where we were and I knew exactly where it was.

I thought all the way back to months ago when I ran to the grocery store before going to the family dinner and I ran into Dr. Kiley. He had said he had a house in the area and apparently, that wasn’t a lie. The sick fuck was holding us only about five miles from my parents’ house.

The way he took us, though, it took nearly an hour to get to the neighborhood. The doctor was paranoid and drove in convoluted circles to “throw off the trail.” I still recognized where we were. If I could find a way out…

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Dr. Kiley walked back into the room, carrying a bundle of clothes in his arms. My throat went dry. I could only imagine what he thought was “appropriate” clothing. Dr. Kiley walked over to Jay, but luckily only checked his pulse.

He glanced at me. “Don’t worry, he’s still breathing.” Holy hell, I didn’t even realize how worried I was until now. I was trying to compartmentalize, not focus on the things I couldn’t control, but Jay had been still for a long time. Too long and he was still steadily losing blood. He needed help, and fast. Where the fuck were the police?

Dr. Kiley walked into the kitchen and frowned. “You still haven’t prepared dinner.”

I gave him a scathing look. “You only have bread and turkey. What do you want from me?”

“A good housewife can always fix something from nothing.”

I snorted. How did I never notice how unhinged Dr. Kiley was? Did he really hide it this well, or was I blind? “Did you take that right out of a 1956 edition ofGood Housekeeping?” The flush on his face made me think I was more correct than I expected.

“Make me a sandwich then,” he sounded like every fucking stereotypical dude-bro ever. “Tomorrow I’ll make sure you have more options. I wasn’t prepared for you,” he reminded me.

“Yeah, yeah. You said that already.”

The slap wasn’t unexpected, but it still fucking hurt. “You’re racking up a slew of offenses. I hope you’re prepared to pay the consequences, young lady.”

Out of all the craziness, that part was where I was having the hardest issue. I understood feminization kink, and as long as everyone was consenting, then there were no issues. I couldn’t decide if Dr. Kiley had that kink or if he somehow believed I was a woman? I guess it didn’t matter in the long run though.

I didn’t bother to respond and went to the fridge, my cheek stinging. Making a sandwich with my hands cuffed in front of me was harder than I thought it would be, but I managed. I wanted to spit in it so fucking badly, but he was watching me carefully, so I restrained myself. With the concussion, I didn’t want to risk another slap.

When I finished, he gestured to the table and I put the food down. “There’s wine in the cabinet next to the fridge. Pour me a glass.”

I went to the cabinet and almost cried in relief at the glass bottle. I poured him some in a plastic wine glass and put it down on the counter. I had to be patient and bide my time, but if I found one mistake, I could find more.

He pointed to the clothes. “First things first, you must be dressed appropriately. I expect my wife to always be freshened up and wearing her best during meals.” It was hard to believe he was serious but the look in his eyes said otherwise. He believed this shit, and since I was still wearing my dirty scrubs, that clearly didn’t count.

He unfolded the bundle of clothing. It wasn’t a huge shock to see a pale pink dress with tiny, little flowers on it. He had a fucking theme. He also had a pair of lace panties, thigh- high stockings, and a fucking pearl necklace.

“Take off your scrubs. You won’t need those anymore. I won’t allow my wife to work.”

My jaw tensed but I managed to keep my mouth shut. I was a little relieved Jay was still unconscious. He would be losing his shit.

“How do you expect me to do that?” I lifted my cuffed hands. His eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed, but he pulled a key out of his pocket.

“No funny business or I hurt him.” He gestured at Jay. Hell. I still had the collar on, even if he removed the cuffs. I didn’t think I could make my move yet. I nodded and held out my hands. He unlocked them and then immediately stepped out of my reach. Dr. Kiley gestured to the clothing.

“Go on.”

“Are you going to watch me?”

“Yes.” Of fucking course.

My nudity never really bothered me. I’d changed in front of countless people before. But Dr. Kiley’s hungry eyes roving my body as I took off my scrubs and tossed them to theside made me more uncomfortable than probably anything in my life. It felt like such a violation. Even if he wasn’t touching me, it made me feel dirty. Wrong.

I stood there in my boxer briefs, glad I wasn’t wearing a jock. “Those too.”

“Are you fucking serious?” He picked up the gun and pointed it at Jay.

“Fuck. Okay, fuck.” I took off my underwear and immediately covered myself up with my hands. I thought Dr. Kiley might stop me, but he didn’t even look down at my privates.

“Get dressed.” I felt so exposed, so I grabbed the clothes and didn’t waste any time. The dress wasn’t designed for men, and the fit was all off. It was too tight around my shoulders and chest and didn’t zip up in the back, but sat baggy around my hips,and was way too short. Even though I wasn’t that tall, this thing had to be designed for a very petite woman. The underwear fit a little better, but also clearly wasn’t designed for men, and uncomfortably squeezed my cock and balls. The stockings were too tight around my thighs.

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