Crystal Clear (Prologue)

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Tags:

Mommy, Mommydomme, Pampering, Gentlefemdom, Transgender, Trans, Crossdressing, dysphoria, praise, comfort, ANR, Adult Nursing Relationship.

Description:

When Archer decided to see a Mommydomme as an outlet, he was expecting to control the setting. Be the dominant one or at least somewhat confident and dominant. Surely that would finally make him be seen as a man, and get rid of those weirdly attractive thoughts about femininity he keeps having. But now that he's in a room with Mistress Veronika, who has the answers to a very embarrassing questionnaire, he's getting second thoughts. Will he go back to his normal life and continue suppressing his secret desires, or will he decide to explore himself and become who he was always meant to be?

Warning:

The main character in this story is very closeted as a transgender woman, so there's a lot of internal gender dysphoria from their perspective. There's also a pretty severe Mommy/gentle femdom vibe for this story, with the character exploring themselves through this dynamic. Think Mommydomme pampering their princess while also helping them find themselves. An Adult Nursing Relationship starts developing later in this story. If any of that is not your thing, please don't read this story, and remember to read the tags!

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###Mistress Veronika###

The clock on the wall ticked closer to 6 as she sat with her legs perched on her oak desk, playing idly with a strand of hair. The large oak-lined room had a warm glow to it which she had designed personally. She had always loved spaces which were warm and inviting, yet left much to desire. A few sticks of sweet incense, warm lighting, and she had made her workplace a home away from home.

She glanced idly at the clock again and smiled, 5:57PM. He would be here, and if he wasn't, well then it wasn't worth pursuing. Right now she suspected, he was probably sprinting towards the lobby, jamming the elevator buttons, and sweating profusely as he attempted to be on time. They were always the same. She flicked her red hair just as the sound of the buzzer emanated from her desk. She pulled her attention to the intercom and clicked the button on her desk, enabling voice. She didn't speak though. It was always a great judge of what was to come when they spoke first.

"U-Uh, I'm here to see Mistress Veronika for, uh, yeah. This is 22A right?"

That slight laugh after the sentence. The stuttering.

Oh this was perfect

She clicked the door release button and watched as the door opened. He didn't enter at first, waiting for the door to fully open. And even then it seemed like he hesitated to enter, like he was crossing a threshold of some kind. When he finally did enter, she tried to contain her excitement.

This was going to be fun

First she noticed his shoes, black dress shoes with navy blue dress pants tucked into them. Definitely a finance professional of some kind. She loved those, they always had the most repressed desires and fantasies, probably from the fast-paced nature of the world they worked in. Then the belt, simple, yet stylish. A smooth silver buckle which locked to hold his pants up. Then a blue shirt with collar, leading to short brown hair shaved around the sides and hazel coloured eyes. On an initial assessment, he looked quite handsome. But ... his clothes were just a bit too loose. Did he have large shoulders or small? Was he very skinny or average size? From his not quite fitting clothes hiding his true body shape, this gave her an instant take on him. He looked repressed as hell.

"Uh h-hi? I'm Archer, I have an appointment at six?"

The statement sounded more like a question, and she smiled at his stance. His body was positioned shy, not wanting to move and simultaneously preparing to run as fast as possible out the door. He was scared of why he was here, and yet another thing fell into place. He had been debating coming here for at least a while.

She glanced at the clock again, 6:00PM. Perfect. But too soon to let him know she was pleased. She waited a moment before turning to him again. Just long enough for him to start questioning why he asked.

"Thank you for coming-"

She glanced down at one of the files before turning up to face him with a slight smile.

"-Archer"

No doubt her presence was both menacing and inviting.

"Please, come closer."

He looked puzzled, no doubt seeing the lack of a chair in the room at a problem moving forward. "Um w-where should I sit?"

Let's see what kind of person you are Archer

"Most of my pets sit on the floor-"

A pause.

"-but I think today you can stand."

From the moment the words left her red lips she saw him visibly gulp. He moved forward quickly, seemingly like he was ready to avoid accepting a punishment of some kind. She smiled at him and encouraged the conversation to start from him, by not speaking herself.

"So uh, your uh, Mistress Veronika?"

God he's shy. Shy and nervous and interesting

"Yes, I am."

She made a point to open his file and turned over the cover page, laughing internally at his name in sliding girlish font. Archer. Such as masculine name for a girl in the closet. Then again, they were usually that way in finance.

She took a moment to skim the contents, although she already knew what to expect. She did design the questionnaire after all. She spied a section entitled [Gender Feelings].

Under question one [I have considered presenting as a woman], it was scribbed 'yes' crossed out with a red 'no' beside it.

Interesting

Under question two [I have previously acted to present as a woman], the same scribbling was present.

Under question three [Relationship with mother], the response was vague. Vague enough that it might trick an inexperienced person reading the questionnaire that the question was not applicable. That person was not Mistress Veronika.

And finally, question four, [Previous trauma and bad experiences] was marked with a bold yes.

Makes sense

She was getting a better read now. The shyness wasn't him being timid, it was a trauma response. No doubt the [Relationship with mother] question had something to do with that. But the trauma seemed to come from something else. Was he bullied at work? No doubt he was, being that shy and unsure of yourself in the finance world means he would absolutely be picked on, especially if these workmates knew the answer to question one.

"Most people skip some parts of the questionnaire Archer. They usually don't want to open up fully due to the sensitive nature of the questions I ask."

She saw the panic set in on his face.

Oh he's really questioning things now

"Y-you told me to do it in full?" He looked even more nervous now.

A long pause which left him admiring her body. God he hadn't even looked anywhere else but her breasts. Trauma, maybe bullying, and gender issues. Yep her read was complete now.

"What would you like to get out of this Archer?"

He didn't hesitate. "I-I'm lonely and I masturbate to w-weird shit and I don't have an outlet for this ... thing!"

God he still thought this was just male neediness without an outlet. Well considering most guys did pretty well with their hand, even more puzzle pieces were falling into place.

"So, you want a place where you can be in control and teach everyone who's boss?"

Time to find out what your made of

"Y-yeah."

"Well-"

She stood up, showing her black tights and skirt as she leaned on her desk.

"-That isn't happening anytime soon."

She saw the fire in his eyes, then the gentle acceptance.

"Because instead of putting up with your problems and why your here, you should instead focus on learning yourself, and what Archer really want his identity to be."

A pause.

"Most problems will fall away once you start being your true self and know who you are."

"I am my true self." He answered, the timidness disappearing from his voice.

"Are you? Then what are you doing here booking a private appointment with me? And why did you mark the gender questions on this form 'yes' initially? I don't think your being true to yourself at all Archer."

The silence was deafening as she paused, letting the gravity of the words sink in.

"But lets make a deal. You won't admit it but you came here because those feelings you've been pushing down for years have started to get more regular. Your questioning if your in the body you actually think of yourself as. Your struggling to find an outlet for that. And your damn well scared of anyone finding out about it. Isn't that right?"

A perfect read. The hands clasped together getting tighter, his thighs shaking to the side in a nervous dance. She had him all figured out.

"I think five sessions should be enough to help you. And if after that, nothings changed, we can do things your way, and you can have control over what we do in here. How does that sound?"

Silence returned to the room.

"Deal."

She beckoned him over to her chair, standing behind him as he sat down.

A document was present in the centre of the oak table entitled Princess and Mommy Contract in bold lettering, and Archer's grew visibly nervous seeing it.

"I-I know this has what we discussed over email, about finding me and stuff, sexually. But why does the title have to be so ... girly?"

Poor thing, he sounds so stressed

"Well your not the one in control, and since your not dominant, I'm the loving but firm matriarch as opposed to the princess. And believe it or not, I want you to reach your full potential and be yourself."

And your also a woman

He read the document, eyes wide as he reached the end of the page where an ornate pen was placed. One brushstroke from it would signify his commitment to Mistress Veronika, and his hand shook as he raised the object.

Last chance to keep locking out those feelings. You just have to stand up and ...

The pen was placed down. The wet ink of his signature was drying slowly on the contract.

Perfect

"Well well Archer... I mean, princess. I'm looking forward to our first session together."