I did write that resignation letter, as I couldn't go against my intense desire and feelings regarding my hair. After I quit my work, things became worse. I was kicked out from my flat (again, without cause given by the landlord), my money was quickly gone since I had to pay my past-due bills (perfect timing, sheesh), and my parents really didn't leave a fortune so I couldn't count on that.

At that moment, the only relationship I had was with that frightening but, I must say, alluring lady (it turns out, she was a distant relative). I had nowhere to go. I went there and requested to stay for a few days in order to find a new place, which would have been challenging at the time. To my surprise, she agreed to let me remain at her apartment (which was kind of her, but also a little strange given that we were officially strangers). She also said I could stay for free for as long as I needed, but there were some rather strange requirements for that.

I was on the verge of homelessness and desperately needed a place to stay. She gave me several days to consider the terms she suggested, and strangely enough, my body and mind wanted to accept it, so I did…

After a month, Mistress Athena had assisted me in obtaining employment. Yes, calling her Mistress was one of the requirements I agreed to in order to stay at her house for free. Hold on, I never told you the conditions, I'll list them now.
-I was told by Athena to call her Mistress.
-Only wear a specific outfit.
-She'll assist me in styling my hair each day.
-At the conclusion of each week, she insisted on checking and measuring my hair.
-I had to use certain haircare and facecare products and keep my hair at the best standard possible.
-Lose weight as much as she desires.

Mistress Athena secured me a position at a local swimsuit and lingerie shop owned by one of her friends who was in dire need of help. I needed the job to start making money so that I could look for another location, but I was wondering if men really worked at those kinds of businesses. Also, my hair grew even longer with Mistress's fabulous hair grooming which really melted my heart and eased my mind!

Mistress wanted to make sure my outfit and hair looked amazing before I left for the work. In this case, she gave me a ponytail, (which I actually don't mind). Even though I didn't understand why she thought my hair would be the most important thing to take care of on my first day at this new job, I was nonetheless grateful for everything she did for me.

The lingerie and swimwear gig didn't pan out. The lady in charge was a bit too much to handle and ended up letting me go because of a certain incident she reported to Mistress Athena. I admit, I made mistakes too. But there was this strange urge in me to explore wearing lingerie (maybe hidden desires), so I indulged in it secretly (after work hours, of course). I couldn't resist and kept doing it until I was caught, leading to the lady's anger and betrayal. Mistress Athena was not happy, and I felt the need to redeem myself. Over the past few weeks, I've been tirelessly searching for a new job, not wanting to disappoint her. And guess what? She managed to find me a position in a recently established fashion and haircare company. It seemed like the perfect fit for me. Plus, it would provide some much-needed extra income for Mistress Athena, who has been taking care of me. I was more than ready to assist her in any way I could.

I was eager to please Mistress (this feeling has been intensifying since we first met). But when it came to my daily work routine, things took a strange turn. Working in the haircare division as the only male employee was tough. The ladies there were relentless bullies, making fun of my long hair, giggling, staring, and even creating a new inspection rule just for me. Despite my love for my beautiful locks, complying with this humiliating rule was a challenge. I had no choice but to go along with it, all for the sake of helping my Mistress. I felt at the mercy of my superiors, never knowing when the dreaded inspection would take place.

It was an absolute nightmare. They were fixated on the length of my hair, and throughout the entire inspection, they mercilessly mocked me for having such long locks. The constant stream of humiliating comments made it difficult for me to speak up. Thankfully, they never mentioned cutting my hair, which was a huge relief. However, it still disrupted my work life to some extent. Despite the challenges, I couldn't simply abandon this job. It would deeply disappoint Mistress, who had strongly recommended that I stay for the next six months. Besides, the pay was excellent, and I wanted to contribute to my mistress's happiness by earning some extra money. I suppose I'll have to get accustomed to these inspections because ultimately, I'm doing it all for my mistress, and that's what truly matters

The time finally came when I wasn't allowed to come to work without my hair tied up. I always kept it loose because it was easy, and as a man I really didn't know many hairstyles. I only put my hair up in a ponytail once with the help of Mistress, and even that was a struggle. But my superiors had other plans for me. They specifically instructed me that from now on, I had to wear my hair in a bun when coming to work. They said it would give me a professional look, whatever that means.

I broke the news to Mistress, and to my surprise, she was stoked. She'd been trying to get me to learn how to do a bun for weeks, and now it was finally happening. She handed me a claw clip and said, "Show me what you've got!" I tried my best, but let's just say it was a hot mess. I struggled for a few minutes, but finally managed to get all my hair up in some sort of bun. Mistress came over and inspected my handiwork, and her reaction was not what I expected. "What kind of monstrosity is this?" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. I was taken aback, I'd never seen her so angry before.

She ordered me to redo the bun and wear it to work for a whole week, and I was like, "Okay, okay, I'll try my best, I swear!" But deep down, I was terrified. I had no idea how my superiors were going to react to my... um... unique hairdo. And to make matters worse, Mistress seemed completely unaware of the humiliation I was going to face at work. I could already imagine the comments, the snickers, the pitying glances. How was I going to get through this?

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.