It's only been a few days but Monty has been thinking about this little surprise for quite some time. It was something they were always curious about but never had the confidence to try before: exploring their feminine presentation to the extreme. Although they were raised as a girl for much of their life (forced to suppress everything else that made them appear otherwise), they had severely disliked the experience overall. It felt so contrived, so restrictive at the time. It hade made them feel like a stranger in their own skin.
But, ever since meeting Justin, Monty's felt differently about that. They've felt differently about...a lot of things.
They started planning this...reveal in earnest a few days ago, securing the right clothes, makeup, and accessories and decor all in secret, which was exceedingly difficult to do considering how much time they spent in the constant periphery of their Patron. They shared everything with him, every moment and every though. It was only natural at this point in their relationship (and Monty enjoyed doing so). It would be impossible to manage a surprise of this caliber without arousing suspicion (or worse, spoiling the surprise early) had things remained the same between them. So, Monty took it upon themselves to adjust, forcing themselves to be more reserved, secretive even, not even allowing their mood to be particularly mercurial (as it usually was wont to be) day to day.
A hot, writhing temptation transformed into a cold, stone wall.
This lasted for days.
What they didn't anticipate is Justin's reaction so far. He's been...distant. Or distracted. Almost upset (perhaps hurt? Certainly not...) but Monty was too far along in their plans to back down now.
Plus, it would all be worth it, they tell themselves, as they watch their Patron's towncar pull back into the long driveway that evening before they turn back to the mirror to place finish tying the silk ribbon in their hair (that now flowed down in waves to their chest due to the expensive extensions they had had done earlier this morning). The bat their long lashes, dusted with fine glitter, at their own reflection.
They - no, she's perfect.
By the time Justin walks in, he'll see Monty and the entire bedroom completely transformed. The entire palette has been altered to pale neutrals: from the lamps to the hooks on the wall, down to the sheets on the bed and the rug on the floor. And then there's Monty, kneeling on the bed wearing nothing but tiny thong and a pink, sheer babydoll set that settles right under the curve of their small breasts, exposing them completely. A dainty diamond necklace sits right in the hollow of their throat, rising and falling as they take a deep breath in.
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But, ever since meeting Justin, Monty's felt differently about that. They've felt differently about...a lot of things.
They started planning this...reveal in earnest a few days ago, securing the right clothes, makeup, and accessories and decor all in secret, which was exceedingly difficult to do considering how much time they spent in the constant periphery of their Patron. They shared everything with him, every moment and every though. It was only natural at this point in their relationship (and Monty enjoyed doing so). It would be impossible to manage a surprise of this caliber without arousing suspicion (or worse, spoiling the surprise early) had things remained the same between them. So, Monty took it upon themselves to adjust, forcing themselves to be more reserved, secretive even, not even allowing their mood to be particularly mercurial (as it usually was wont to be) day to day.
A hot, writhing temptation transformed into a cold, stone wall.
This lasted for days.
What they didn't anticipate is Justin's reaction so far. He's been...distant. Or distracted. Almost upset (perhaps hurt? Certainly not...) but Monty was too far along in their plans to back down now.
Plus, it would all be worth it, they tell themselves, as they watch their Patron's towncar pull back into the long driveway that evening before they turn back to the mirror to place finish tying the silk ribbon in their hair (that now flowed down in waves to their chest due to the expensive extensions they had had done earlier this morning). The bat their long lashes, dusted with fine glitter, at their own reflection.
They - no, she's perfect.
By the time Justin walks in, he'll see Monty and the entire bedroom completely transformed. The entire palette has been altered to pale neutrals: from the lamps to the hooks on the wall, down to the sheets on the bed and the rug on the floor. And then there's Monty, kneeling on the bed wearing nothing but tiny thong and a pink, sheer babydoll set that settles right under the curve of their small breasts, exposing them completely. A dainty diamond necklace sits right in the hollow of their throat, rising and falling as they take a deep breath in.
"Welcome home."