Once the Fiancé, Now the Bride (5/12)

The next two weeks blurred into a whirlwind of “lessons” for Gabi, as Kat and Lucy focused on perfecting every aspect of her transformation. Gone were the clumsy stumbles in heels or the shaky attempts to sound feminine. They worked tirelessly to ensure every detail of Gabi’s presentation matched the delicate, submissive image they envisioned.

What shocked her the most, though, was how natural it had all begun to feel. At first, she’d told herself it was just easier to go along with their demands, but now… now it was hard to even think of herself as a man anymore. Every time she caught her reflection, she didn’t see Tom—she saw Gabi. The name the girls insisted on calling her had burrowed into her mind, and even her thoughts had started slipping into “she” and “her” without realizing it. Fighting against it felt pointless; resisting only led to more teasing and corrections.

“Let’s hear it again,” Kat chimed one morning, her voice as light and teasing as ever. “Something sweet this time. You’re such a good little girl, aren’t you?”

Gabi stood in front of them, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her pastel sundress. She cleared her throat softly before speaking, her voice high-pitched and dripping with sugary politeness.

“Thank you so much, Miss Kat. You’re so kind to me!” she chirped, finishing with an almost automatic curtsy, her fingers pinching the edge of her dress as she dipped slightly.

Lucy clapped her hands in delight, practically bouncing on the couch. “Oh my God, she’s adorable! I think that was your best one yet, Gabi. Seriously, you’re going to melt hearts with that voice.”

Every day had been like this. From the moment she woke up, Gabi was expected to maintain perfect posture, keeping her back straight and shoulders rolled back, all while walking with a soft sway of her hips. At every turn, Lucy and Kat corrected her gestures—how she held her hands, how she crossed her legs when sitting, and even how she tilted her head when listening. “More dainty, Gabi. You’re a proper young lady now, not some awkward little tomboy,” Lucy had teased more than once, though always with that playful glint in her eyes.

The makeup lessons were perhaps the most humiliating. Kat would sit across from her, chin resting in her palm, watching intently as Gabi fumbled with eyeliner or struggled to blend foundation evenly. “No, no, no. Like this, Gabi,” Kat would say, leaning in to adjust her hand. “You don’t slap it on like you’re painting a wall. Gentle strokes. Think soft, feminine. Like you.”

By the end of the second week, Gabi could manage a passable look without their help. Her face, framed by soft waves of her styled hair, would always earn a satisfied nod from Lucy. “See? You’re practically a pro now,” she said with a grin.

And, of course, every lesson came with a mandatory outfit to match. Each morning, Kat would rifle through the growing wardrobe they’d bought, pulling out dresses, skirts, and blouses designed to emphasize Gabi’s delicate figure. The most humiliating ones, however, were saved for their evenings at home.

Tonight was no different. Gabi moved gracefully around the kitchen, her movements so practiced and precise that she hardly thought about them anymore. The sheer black apron she wore was utterly scandalous—barely covering her lacy lingerie beneath, with tiny white bows adorning the hem. The stiletto heels she’d been forced into added an extra pop to her hips as she walked, her long legs on full display.

As she carried two steaming plates to the dining table, Kat and Lucy beamed at her like proud parents. “Oh, Gabi, you’re getting so good at this!” Lucy teased, watching as Gabi set the plates down with a soft clink.

Without even pausing, Gabi placed one hand delicately on the edge of her apron and performed a flawless curtsy, her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor. The motion made the hem of the apron sway, momentarily revealing the lacy panties beneath—and the tiny cage snugly locked between her legs.

Lucy’s laughter burst out first, followed closely by Kat’s. “Oh my God, Gabi,” Lucy giggled, covering her mouth as she tried to compose herself. “You’re just too precious.”

“Dinner is ready, Miss Kat. Miss Lucy,” Gabi said in her perfected, lilting voice, her cheeks burning as she realized what they were laughing at.

“Thank you, darling,” Kat replied, waving her off with a grin.

Gabi turned on her heel, her strides smooth and confident as she headed back to the kitchen. She leaned against the counter with a soft sigh, her gaze drifting down at her smooth, feminine body and the scandalous outfit she wore. Her cheeks burned in shame as she traced the lace trim of the apron, unable to ignore how far she’d let things go.

Her lips trembled as she whispered to herself, “Only one more week. They’ll end this before Emily gets back. Everything will go back to normal. I’ll be a man again...”

Before she could finish the thought, Lucy’s voice rang out from the dining room. “Gabi, sweetie, be a doll and bring me another glass of wine, will you?”

The words snapped her back to reality. With a sigh, she smoothed the apron over her hips and turned on her heel. Her hips swayed effortlessly, her heels clicking rhythmically against the tiled floor as she made her way back to the dining room.