[theboygirl]

Are you enjoying your new job? Do you have a uniform? Is it pretty and feminine or plain and functional? Do your new colleagues accept you? Do they treat you like a man or a woman (although you are neither)? Have you thought more about having a sex-change for real, now you've had to pretend you want one? Would you like to be rid of that boyclit and those nasty sissyballs and have a pussy of your very own? Maybe you'd like a pair of real breasts, too?

It's time to stop beating about the bush. You are not a man, you never were a man and you never will be a man. You are a sissy and you yearn to be accepted as a woman. For your 25th assignment, you will stop wearing male clothes.

Completely.

Forever.

Not even to meet your family or any other flimsy, avoidant excuse you can come up with. Your drabtime rules still apply, but from now on 'drabtime' refers not to 'male outerwear' but to any outfit of women's clothes that doesn't meet the minimum, feminine standard. You remember the minimum standard, don't you? You should have it memorised by heart. Recite it out loud now.



If you have to go to work in drabtime, you will have to dress completely in women's clothes, but this does not have to meet the minimum standard. For example, a blouse and slacks, bra and panties, hose and loafers would be a pretty, feminine outfit which does not meet the dictated standard, but may well be suitable for work. If your 'male' workplace dictates you wear a uniform of some description, you will have to be creative, or face a massive tally of forfeits. Alternatively, there may be a female uniform you could wear.

You may think I am joking; I am not.

You WILL wear women's clothes 24/7.

Now, obviously this will take some planning, so you have one week to buy a more extensive wardrobe of women's clothes. One week from today, you will collect EVERY LAST ITEM of your remaining male clothes into bin bags and take them to a charity shop where you will donate them. Make sure you are nicely dressed, sissy. After all, you wouldn't want to waste your drabtime on such a simple chore, would you? Perhaps you (a well-dressed woman) could explain they are the clothes of a male friend who has left your life forever. That would be true enough, wouldn't it?