Mistress Athena swooped in and put a stop to my misery at work, sparing me from the constant harassment and bullying that had become all too familiar. She forbade me from going back to that toxic environment, and I couldn't be more grateful. Her online business was thriving, and she deemed it sufficient to support us both for the time being. She also had a plan to put me through a rigorous training program at home, designed to help me overcome the trauma I'd endured.

The training schedule was intense, with a series of educational videos, hypno-therapy sessions, and the acquisition of new skillsets. I was also tasked with taking on household duties like cleaning and cooking. But I didn't mind, as long as I got to spend time with Mistress and keep her happy. She also made it clear that I wouldn't be allowed to leave the house for the first few months, so she wanted to grant me one final request before the training began: to watch a sports game. I chose to watch a game, and she agreed, but warned me that it would be my last sports game ever. I didn't mind; I was just happy to have her attention.

As I walked to the stadium, I reflected on the past few months. Mistress had taken me in when I was at my lowest, provided for me, and even helped me grow my hair to incredible lengths. I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride in my Rapunzel-like locks, which had become a defining feature of my identity. I loved the feeling of being a male version of the classic fairy tale character, and I was getting used to the way people would look at me and assume I was a woman. But with Mistress by my side, I knew I was exactly who I was meant to be.