Rent Due (4/7)

Josh tugged at the hem of his hoodie, yawning as he slung his backpack over one shoulder and stepped into the hallway. It was the first Monday since he’d moved in with Mark, and he was on his way to campus for a physics lecture. He was halfway to the door when Mark’s voice called out from behind him.

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

Josh blinked, already reaching for the doorknob. “Uh… class?”

Mark leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a smirk playing across his lips. “Oh no, sweetheart. That is not appropriate attire for my little sissy.”

Josh froze. “Wait—what? But I’m just going to class! I can’t show up looking like a girl, I—”

Mark smirked. “Why not, princess? You’re certainly not a man anymore. Now be a good girl and go put on something more fitting.”

“Please don’t make me, Daddy,” Josh pouted, his voice cracking.

Mark just raised one eyebrow, letting the silence stretch.

Josh wilted. “Y-yes, Daddy…” he mumbled, barely above a whisper, turning around with a tremble in his step and heat crawling up his neck.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and slumped against it, heart pounding. No matter how hard he looked through the drawers Mark had stocked for him—filled with crop tops, pleated skirts, frilly socks, and enough lingerie to open a boutique—nothing looked remotely casual.

Eventually, he settled on the closest thing to normal he could find: a cropped gray-and-pink plaid top that hugged his chest far too snugly, and a matching skirt so short it barely brushed his thighs. He shimmied into sheer white thigh-highs and slipped on a pair of black suede platform heels with dainty crisscrossed straps.

Josh eased into the vanity chair and leaned in close to the mirror. Light shimmer across his lids, just enough to catch the light. A sharp, even wing on each eye, followed by two coats of mascara that left his lashes long and dark. He curled them carefully, making sure they held. A touch of highlighter beneath his brows. Then the gloss—clear, thick, and glossy, leaving his lips plump and wet-looking. Hopefully it was enough that none of his classmates would figure out who the cute girl really was.

He gave his reflection a final pout before stepping back into the hallway, hips swaying just a little too naturally in his heels.

Mark looked up, and his eyes lit up instantly. “Now that’s more like it,” he purred, stepping forward with a slow smile. “A good look for a sissy like you… but you still need to be punished.”

Mark pulled Josh over his knee, flipping up the back of his skirt to expose the delicate lace stretched tight across his ass. One of Josh’s heels kicked slightly as he squirmed into place, legs trembling, his balance unsure on those pretty little platforms.

The first smack landed with a sharp clap, then another just a breath later—measured, deliberate. Josh yelped softly, his fingers curling into the couch cushions as his body jerked under the pressure. A third hit came just as he tried to catch his breath, drawing a helpless little whine from his throat.

“Are you going to be a good sissy from now on,” Mark asked evenly, “and stop pretending to be a man?”

“Y-yes, Daddy!” Josh whimpered, the words spilling out in a high, desperate plea. “I’ll be a good sissy—I won’t pretend to be a man again!”

Mark hummed in approval, smoothing the skirt back down over his now-warm cheeks and giving his butt one firm, final pat.

“That’s my girl. Now hurry up, or you’re going to be late for your lecture.”

Josh stood slowly, adjusting his bag with shaky hands. His ass still tingled beneath the lace, each step sending a fresh little wave of heat across his skin as he minced toward the door. His heels clicked sharply against the tile, his thighs brushing with every swing of his skirt.

He couldn’t believe it. He was really going to campus like this.