My body turned away from the bed just as I finished dusting the sleek wooden headboard. It was like this, every day. Was it every day? I’d lost track of time a while ago. My body was just on repeat, working its way down a never ending chore list; never sleeping, never stopping. During the first few weeks I’d tried to think about who Angela was, how she had this kind of power over me. As the days and hours waned on I just stopped caring. My body was exhausted, my muscles were throbbing, the pain in my jaw still hadn’t subsided. I guess it wasn’t mean to. Her ball gag rested firmly against my parched tongue and forced my teeth apart, sending an inconsolable sharp pain down my jaw, and as of a few days ago, a dull throbbing had developed behind my eyes, eventually transforming into a full on migraine that wouldn’t stop. If I’d had any control over my body at all, I would have laid in bed for a few days, probably a week, but I hadn’t so much as sat down once in the last…how long had it been?

My body immediately began wiping down the furniture in her room, thoroughly dusting, meticulously moving items and putting them back. From the corner of my eye I could see the light from her bedroom window; the outside world was out there. Just beyond that wall, sunlight I would never feel again. I wanted to look at it, I wanted to turn my head but at this point I couldn’t even control my eyes; they stayed focused on the task in front of me.

“Hey hey,” I heard Angela’s voice come from behind me. Was she speaking to me? She hadn’t talked to me since that day in the bathroom. What was going on? I perked up a bit internally, I’d wanted human contact so badly. I’d walked through these halls so many times, cleaned rooms for hours and days on end without seeing a single person. It was almost like I’d been trapped in my own form of purgatory, manufactured and administered by Angela. “How’s the cleaning coming?”

She knew damn well how the cleaning was coming. My body stopped, it turned toward her, my hands clasped in front of me and my eyes downcast. It was the first time my body had stopped in a long time, maybe the closest thing to rest I would ever get. To my surprise, she suddenly placed her hands on both my shoulders and guided me backward until I sort of plopped down on the bed. All at once, I felt a massive relief of pressure from the muscles in my legs, my body practically sighed in relief. As soon as I was in a sitting position, she sort of guided me downward, laying me sideways on the bed. My muscles burned, even if I had been free to move, I’m not sure I could have.

“Okay, um…” She said, her voice a little bit confused. “I don’t know how to say this but…you’re not supposed to be here.”

Not supposed to be here? What the hell? She’d done this to me, she’d made sure I couldn’t leave, I’d been walking through her house cleaning and scrubbing for months, she knew that!

“So here’s the thing…the method I used to control you? It doesn’t actually hold for long. As soon as you want out bad enough, you should be able to just take the gag off and leave. I was trying to teach you a lesson. I gave you the immortality because I didn’t want you to starve to death but in like…a week you should have been able to walk out of here. So …there are like two possible explanations. Either you just stayed her and kept cleaning afterward, or…you’re a natural sub and you couldn’t actually disobey me. I’d really like to think it’s the former because I’ve only met a handful of natural subs in my life and I’ve been alive for a LONG time.”

I tried to figure out what she was talking about but it was really, really hard to concentrate on anything other than the pounding in my head.

“Whatever it is,” She said. “The immortality and them um…well the feminine appearance would have gone away as soon as you left the house. I can change you back into a guy but you’re still going to live forever. Sorry about that.”

She gently reached toward the back of my head and I suddenly felt an immense relief of pressure around my mouth as the ball gag strap was released. In the next moment, she took two fingers and wrapped her hands around the ball, extracting it from my mouth. I screamed. It wasn’t a scream of terror, it was a gargled, disjointed noise as the pressure in my jaw alleviated all at once. The scream turned to a moan, almost a sob as I cried tears of joy. I immediately tried to speak but my lips were numb, my mouth dry. I hadn’t had anything to drink in…I don’t know how long.

“Okay, just breathe,” She said, laying one of her soft hands on my cheek. “don’t try to talk, it’ll be okay, come on.”

The feeling began to return to my lips, I tried to speak a bit, but the words just wouldn’t form. They came out as incoherent gasps and I simply choked on every single word.

“Stop,” She said sternly. “Just lay there and breathe.”

She rose from the bed, I felt it move slightly as she stood and exited the room. I obediently laid with my head practically plastered to the comforter. My arms were sprawled out in front of me, I could feel my legs burning. A second later she walked back through the bedroom door, passing through my field of vision for the first time. She was wearing this simple blue dress with a U-shaped neckline and brief sleeves, but the way it showed off her curves turned me on in a way I can’t even describe. Seriously, I was that much of a horn dog. She’d tortured me for months and I was still attracted to her. I’m pathetic. She sat back on the bed and held a bottle of water to my lips. The cold liquid irrigated the contours of my mouth and trickled into my throat. I immediately choked and tried to recoil but my body wouldn’t respond – not because she was controlling me but because my muscles were completely spent. I didn’t have a body anymore, I was just a soul trapped inside of a malfunctioning meatbag.

“Okay,” She said. “You lie there, I’m going to uh…figure out how to get you back to being a guy. It shouldn’t take long-“

“Angela,” I gasped, finally able to form basic words.

“Huh? What’s up?” She asked as she stood from the bed again, straightening her skirt as she did.

“Please don’t…don’t change me back,” Murmured. “Please don’t…”

“It’s not going to hurt,” She reassured me. “And I’m not going to leave you here for—”

“No Angela, please,” I begged. “Just…please…ok pleas…”

“Um…okay, sweetie,” She frowned. “But we should probably get you something to wear other than a maid uniform. Also there’s something I need to tell you. When I left the house, I really expected you to leave after like a week. I really, really did, I promise. So I…didn’t come back for a while. I figured you’d be with another girl and having kids by now or something. You really weren’t supposed to be here.”

“It’s only been a few months,” I muttered, still trying to get used to moving my jaw again. “Why would I have kids…”

“I just wanted you to learn to respect women,” She said, kind of apologetically. “I thought it would be good for you. This wasn’t supposed to happen at ALL, you have to understand…”

“What are you talk—” I started to say, but I stopped short as my jaw went slack again. I was overdoing it.

“Okay, Steve, I….okay, I don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to um…say it. When you came in here it was like…2019. It’s…2030 now. It’s been eleven years.”

“What the phu……f…fuu---” I started to scream, but my cry of horror evaporated into thin air as my jaw failed again.

“Um, who the hell is this?” A new voice chimed in. I rolled my eyes up toward the door and saw a raven haired girl standing just inside the entrance to the room, dressed in a tight white t-shirt and jeans.

“Oh, right, hell, it gets worse,” Angela sighted. “Steve, this is…Meredith my girlfriend. Meredith this is Steve…my…boyfriend.”