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The Etsy package promised a medium-level humiliation quest, but the contents deliver far more than Alex Mercer bargained for: a sissy dress, petticoat, diaper, and tights, plus instructions to wear them into the adult bookstore and have the clerk, Ray, photograph him for proof. Forced to shed his hoodie-and-jeans identity, Alex submits to the clerk’s scowl and the click of the camera, knowing Mistress Verity is watching. The email arrives with his shame captured, and with it, the offer of a new quest.
In his dim apartment, Alex hunches over his laptop, the Etsy listing open to a grid of quest levels and styles—pup training, maid service, diaper discipline, each with a thumbnail and a checkbox. His
The bell above the door chimes as Alex steps inside, the too-small Mary Janes clicking on the linoleum, the dress and petticoat rustling around his padded hips. Ray looks up from the counter, his scow
Alex is in the driver's seat, the engine off, the diaper a wet, sagging weight between his thighs, the schoolgirl magazine face-down on the passenger seat. His phone lights up with Mistress Verity's n