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Chapter 8: The Reward

She helped me dress, using it as an excuse to make me harder, hornier, and more frustrated than I had been in weeks.

Just seeing the array of outfits she had picked out was enough to get me going. Four nighties, each in shimmering shades of white, cream, and ivory, overflowing with lace and ribbons and ruffles. Long and short, sleeved and strapless — they were confections of nylon and silk iced with bows and ties. My heart was in my throat knowing that not only would I get to wear one, I'd finally get to cum in one.

"Do you like them?" she purred, pressing the vibrator against my cage.

"They're spectacular," I moaned, holding on to her arm to steady myself.

As soon as she had told me what my reward was, she slipped a special vibrator into my panties. It pressed against my prostate, delivering pulsing pleasure into it. At first, it had felt like little more than a tickle, but by mid-afternoon it made my legs feel like jelly. By early evening, a steady stream of pre-cum was pouring from my cage's tip.

And now I felt like I was going to explode.

"You'll be just divine in whichever one you choose. These are some of my favorites, you know."

"The ones I don't pick," I said, gazing over them. "Will I get to wear them later?"

She giggled. "Only a sissy would ask that question. Of course, Harmony. But I don't think they'll have the same… significance as the one you choose."

My first time cumming as… I could barely think the word. As… a sissy.

Just thinking it — acknowledging it — made warm pleasure wash down my body and my cage feel instantly tighter. My cock strained against the bars, but this time the familiar pressure made me think of a new question.

"Faith, I have a… a…" I couldn't say it, but Faith looked at me with wide, expectant eyes. I swallowed hard and pushed forwards. "I have a… a clit, right?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Is that the cage, or what's inside?" I finished.

She shrugged. "What's the difference? That cage might as well be a part of you now."

Why does that turn me on so much to hear?

"This one," I said after agonizing over the decision, hefting the garment from the bed.

It was the single must beautiful item of clothing I had ever seen.

Pure white, almost a bridal gown. A sweetheart neckline bedecked with twinkling crystals gave way to enormous, sheer balloon sleeves that reached nearly down to my elbow. There, my arm emerged from a spray of white lace and dripping ribbon ends. Each cup was trimmed with delicate eyelash lace that brushed against my skin, a large satin bow between them. Faith had given me a glimmering necklace that draped across my collarbones, a large stone resting coolly against my chest.

The bodice was constricting, the large white ribbon tied in a floppy bow at my hip pulling in my waist so much it almost matched Faith's wasp-like proportions. From there, the skirt exploded out in dense layers of sheer silk and nylon. Each was pulled up in draped tiers, the apexes held in place by enormous bows. Delicate lace trim finished each tier, the gown extending outwards at a sharp angle before it finally reached the floor in a flourish of dense, lacy ruffles.

Faith zipped me into it and I finally felt the weight of it pulling down on my shoulders. It rustled and whispered and swished with even the tiniest movement. My breathing was fast and shallow as I looked down at myself and the magnificent gown I was wearing. There was matching lingerie beneath, white silk stockings and lace panties with a deliciously naughty opening in the front and back.

She had done my make-up before I dressed, teaching me how to apply the eyeliner and gloss and blush, but not letting me see myself in the mirror. My hair had been coiffed into a girlish wave across my head, held in place with a mass of bobby pins and finished with a sparkling tiara.

I felt like the princess I'd never let myself want to be.

"Are you ready to see?" Faith said softly from behind me, one hand on my hip.

I nodded, butterflies filling my stomach. She turned me slowly around until I could see my reflection in the tall, three-paneled mirror in the corner of the room. I gasped and brought my hand to my mouth, shocked by the beautiful girl staring back at me. She was stunning, a vision in silk and nylon and jewels. And she was me.

"You are absolutely stunning," she whispered, and I believed her.

But that wasn't what surprised me the most.

Faith was dressed in all black, a pointy, strappy satin bra and angular panties. Opaque black stay-up stockings. Atop it all was a voluminous sheer black robe trimmed in marabou and closed at her tiny waist with two ties ending in pom-poms. And parting the robe was something that shocked me almost as much as it excited me. My heart fluttered in my chest as my eyes ran along its shiny black length.

"Are you ready to cum the way a sissy is supposed to?"