SimSissy Pt. 07

The day had already turned to Tuesday, Monday had been our second day of Pentecost. I had heard nothing of my blackmailer yet. I had looked at all my footage, of all the stuff I had been forced to create for hi. I looked at them with mixed feelings. The last assignment had actually been the best. I had done something I would never have dared to do, dress up as a girl and go to a public place. I wondered a lot about it, could I do it again? Did I want to do it again?

I already walked around with a huge secret, my penis was still confined in the cage, I was wearing girl underwear because it helped keeping the cage stable in my pants, and still somebody knew exactly where I was. I was still at the mercy of this blackmailer. And I feared the next assignment.

After Tuesday Wednesday came, still no new assignment, I checked all the websites again, both the one on Tor as the one in clear-net. The last one only contained discussion, some people had found the location and were still trying to find out who I was in real life but luckily I was blurred and masked enough. I wanted to have contact with my blackmailer, talk to him about all this, ask him to stop with the threats, I would do some more assignments without the need of threatening me. But also on my mails it remained quiet.

I felt lonely, was the blackmailer mad, or did something happen to him, or was he right now exposing me somewhere else, I didn't know, it was eating me up at the moment. Being ignored was terrible, what if this was the next assignment, a silent one, remain silent and either get or lose points, did I need to get out again. The most difficult thing was that I had no one to talk about how I felt in all this. This was terrible. I thought back about Paul, I had his personal business card, he had met Suzanne, maybe I could email him as Suzanne, I only needed to create a new personal e-mail address, talk with him a little bit. I decided not to do it, things were already complicated.

On Thursday I thought I was going mad, still nothing, no packages with assignments, no mails, no new threats either. Nothing, everything was silent. I had gone to school, worked, cleaned hard drives and reinstalled windows, but my mind kept trailing back to the blackmail, me being exposed as Sim Sissy. At nine in the evening there still wasn't any new message, I decided to send an e-mail to Paul, the nice old man from Saturday. After a quick setup I had created a new e-mail account and wrote him a message.

"Hi Paul,

It's me Suzanne, we talked at the park near the border of the Meuse and you took some pictures from me there and then you missed the bus.

You helped me a lot with those pictures, they looked nice.

I was glad I could return the favor with giving you a ride back home because I felt sorry you missed the bus.

Well, I just wanted to say thank you once more, it had been really fun talking to you, it's good to know that there are good people like you around.

Thank you so much once more,

bye

Suzanne."

I wondered if it was correct, should I end the mail with kisses, hugs, was a simple bye enough, oh wait, I could add one of the pictures he shot of me to the mail. Yes, I had already photo-shopped and edited them, removed any blemishes and traces of evidence that I wasn't a girl. Those traces were minimum. I added a picture, changed the text, mentioning I attached a nice one he had taken from me and hit Sent. I checked the inbox, no bounces, good, I felt a lot more at ease all of a sudden.

At ten I had made myself ready for bed, it would be a busy day tomorrow. I checked for any new messages on all my accounts and I found out that only Paul had written me back.

"Hi Suzanne,

So kind of you to send me that picture, you look stunning and I was very glad that I could help you and I was grateful for the ride back home.

I kept thinking about our encounter and I'm glad you took the time to send me a signal of life, excuse my old man's rambling, but when I sat there on that bench beside you I could feel a lot of stress. I hoped that by helping you get a nice picture that showed you your beauty, your mood would be lifted. And like you told me the words of your grandpa, helping someone can truly form a cascade of happiness.

Again, sorry for the rambling of an old man, but I didn't give you my card without a reason because I did sense you're holding a secret you wanted to share, I felt it keeping you back in so many ways during our pleasant talk.

It's a free offer to you, one you don't need to follow up if you don't want to, but I am a good listener. So if you need someone to talk to, I'm available and I won't judge or force anything. I tend to be at the park every Saturday, but well, everywhere else were you would want to meet is possible for me. And of course also via e-mail. Whatever you would like.

Kind regards,

Paul"

Oh wow, Paul, he was really nice, and lovely and understanding and wow, no, well, okay maybe, but not now. I closed my email program, went to bed and tried to sleep. But the email conversation kept me awake a couple of hours, until I finally fell asleep, until another failed erection woke me up in the morning. I had to go to school today, visit two customers and tonight I would go out eating with my parents for their 25th anniversary. At home I showered, dressed up and at seven 'o clock we arrived at the restaurant. At the restaurant I froze because I thought I recognized Paul, but it wasn't him. But because if this I started scanning everybody in the restaurant, but no one I knew was there, I didn't recognize anyone.

In my pocket I had a gift for my parents, I had saved up for two musical-tickets and had already bought them, today was the day I could finally hand it over to them. They were very surprised and appreciated the gift very much.

"Oh, is that why you had been so secret lately, this is lovely, but it's too much"

"No mum, dad, You guys earned it, I do have some extra cash and this, I think it was just perfect for you two."

I received kisses and a big warm hug, I was glad my mum and dad had accepted it.

"well son, we also have a gift for you, but unfortunately it isn't ready yet. We have bought a plot for a new house at "De Plas". It's a starter-house and the building will begin at the end of this year, when everything goes alright you will get the keys to your house at the end of next year, maybe even sooner"

My mom continued: "Yes, we were able to use a tax-deposit-fund to pay a part of it, the other part is from your savings-account and your work-account. An accountant has helped setting it up. And we think you would love to have your own house at full-privacy. We think we chose the best plot for it. There are some rules and restrictions, You're not allowed to sell the house withing the first five years on the open market, but seeing how the market currently is going, after those five years you might even get a double price on the house. So it's also a very healthy investment.

We even thought about moving over there ourselves and leave you here, but no, that place is going to be yours"

I started crying, this was an emotional overload. With everything that happened last weeks and now this, I was so happy. I thanked them and hugged them, this was the best gift ever. The blackmailer had completely vanished to the background in my mind now.

After dinner and a sweet dessert I hugged and kissed my parents goodbye. My mom had handed me an envelope with all the information about my new place, including the financial data and planing.

They would now head towards the chalet they owned, I would drive back home. I waved them goodbye and with a glorious feeling I returned home.

At home I logged in with a knot in my stomach, but no mail from the blackmailer, only a new one from Paul.

"Hi Suzanne

I don't want to force anything but If you're going to the park tomorrow I would love to buy you an ice-cream, coffee or soda, and some fries? So if you go, make this old man happy and do talk to me,

kind regards

Paul. "

Wow, what a good day it had been, no new blackmails, my own home was gonna be build and a nice mail from Paul again. Of course I wouldn't dress up again, everything had gone right but still, no not again. The risks, no absolutely not. A shower and to bed, no alarm, tomorrow would be a good day. And after showering I fell into a deep sleep.

In my dreams everything passed by. I dreamed of Paul, him showing me my new house. My parents kissing me goodbye while they went to the theater. I then walked with them in an alley and then a mugger showed up after we lost directions. He threatened to shoot my parents and suddenly I was dressed up as a girl. Paul showed up and punched the blackmailer down and while he went down he screamed like a telephone, over and over, until I was awake and picked up the phone. I was too late, caller ID said it was my mom and she had left me a voicemail, I checked it quickly.

"Hi, we just called to say we love you, hope you enjoyed your present, just wanted to tell you once more how sweet and dear your present for us is. Also we added an extra day and we won't be back until Monday, love you"

Okay, extra time. I got up out of bed and tried to get more awake, parts of the dream were still present, I shouldn't have watched that old Batman movie I guessed, but hey, it had been entertaining. I walked towards my computer, no new mails from the blackmailer or Paul. What could I do with my parents gone, three months ago I would have sucked myself of but now I was locked. I looked outside, the weather was nice but at these days I would usually stay inside. Someone like Suzanne might go outside, but not me.

Maybe I could at least dress up as Suzanne again, I did like the fake boobs really making up my figure, so I took out everything and slowly I dressed up again as Suzanne. I added the make-up, lipstick and this time I even added some nail polish, light pink. I walked around, filmed myself, talked, changed a blouse. I really liked Suzanne, she wasn't a scared boy, she was confident. I would never have given some old guy a ride home, she had done it at once. Well, maybe I should let Suzanne go to the park once more. I brushed my teeth, stuffed a magazine in a tote-bag with some money, clean clothes and I quickly entered my car and left.

When I arrived I found a parking-spot and nervously I walked into the park. I looked around, again maybe I could spot someone I would know, maybe the blackmailer had followed me again, he was still able to track me I knew. I didn't see Paul, part of me didn't want to meet him, another part did want to speak to him. Somehow the dream I had, he could save me from the blackmailer it had seemed. I walked around in my pumps, looked at people while trying not to be noticed when suddenly I heard someone call my name.

"Hey Suzanne, nice, you made it"

Yes, it was Paul.

"Hi Paul, yes, I thought, lets go, my agenda was empty today"

"Good, would you like something to drink or eat? My treat. Maybe a coffee or Latte Machiato"

I settled for a plain coffee and he ordered two at the concession stand.

"Let's walk towards the Meuse and look at the ships sailing past" he said and we walked towards it.

"Well Suzanne, you made my day by just even showing up, I'm glad. How are you?"

"Oh well, it's complicated but well, I'm fine, and you Paul"

"Oh, I'm just an old man, retired, happy to be able to go out and talk to people. You know, when I was your age I wasn't studying anymore, I had served in the military and had gotten a job as a woodworker. Luckily I think I was, no, I am very good at it. You know, when I carve a piece of wood, I don't carve anything in the wood, I only cut away the wood that's hiding the carving itself. I release it, the art-piece is already present."

I nodded, trying to understand it all. He continued.

"When I noticed you, I immediately saw that you were just like one of those pieces of wood, a beautiful piece of art, but already very close to the surface, peaking out."

I wondered what he was talking about and I was getting a little panicky.

"No sorry, yes, I immediately knew you were a boy, dressed up as a girl. I guess it takes one to know one, though in my days I couldn't dress up as a girl, it wasn't accepted as it is these days."

He placed his hand reassuringly on my shoulders. "Shall we walk to a more quieter place?"

I nodded, somehow I felt very close to crying all of a sudden.

"When I saw you in the park last week, I noticed something was off. Also the way you checked on your phone, they way you forced yourself through that book. I just wanted to make that picture so you could see how beautiful you are as a girl. Those selfies, they looked like an assignment, are you being forced?"

He looked into my eyes, staring, asking, at that moment I broke down and started crying, I couldn't speak.

"There there" he patted me, slowly embraced me, come, lets walk to your car, its more private.

We walked over and I opened it and we entered my car.

During it my hysteria had subsided a little more and I was more coherent in talking. I told him I had made some photo's dressed up on the internet and that someone had found me. I told him about the assignments, but I didn't tell him about the dildo I fucked myself with. It felt good sharing all this. Then I told him about the clothes last week and the public assignment last week where I had met him. I also told him I hadn't heard anything from the blackmailer. And that not knowing what was going on was hell.

"I offered my help in all sincerity, and I still want to help you, now even more. Best thing is that you go to the police, but I guess you don't want it. And he didn't ask for money, I think the blackmailer just wants to scare you, he even wired money to you you said? Maybe he has a new victim already and has forgotten about you. This is difficult, well, I do have an idea but well, no, more than nothing. No, I think you should wait till he contacts you again. Then you could tell him you'll comply and will not upset him and keep performing until you have finished all tasks. And then tell him you would like to be released from the blackmail on a word of honor."

The way Paul explained it to me, it all kinda made sense. But it was getting warm in the car,

"Thank you Paul. I think I want to go home now, if you want I will drop you off once more at your house". "If you want I can give you a nice cool drink at my house also."

"Thank you but I think I will just go home"

I agreed to bring him home and started up the navigation. When we arrived, I had the feeling I had to pee, so I asked Paul if I could use his toilet. Of course he agreed and together we entered his house, I walked to the toilet, closed the door, sat down and peed, flushed, washed my hands, looked into the mirror and looked at my makeup. My crying had ruined the light makeup. " Oh damn, that looks shit" I muttered.

"Sorry what did you say"

"Oh sorry, I noticed my makeup is shot,"

"Need a bigger mirror? I have one in my guestroom, however I have no makeup."

"Thanks, the mirror would be nice, and I have a makeup kit, maybe best to fix it up"

He showed me the guestroom, a tiny bedroom with a small bed, on the desk was his computer, and older one, he was exactly the type most of my customers was, a quick replacement of his hard drive, maybe a ram-upgrade and his machine would run super again.

" Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked, while I heard the whirls of an espresso machine. I agreed, and after fixing my makeup and looking presentable I walked into his living room.

We then talked, just the way we had talked last week in the car. He refilled out coffee and then I talked more about myself, that I was actually more a nerdy computer-geek, had my own small company and I was still studying.

He made a joke that if I would dress up as Suzanne while fixing computers I would surely receive a whole lot more money. I told him that he would be the only customer where I would do that.

"To be honest, I might first need to clean up my hard drive before I would let anyone else touch it" Paul said. "Especially all my tranny and sissy-porn, though I do think you do understand that. Knowing those kind of beauty's was what helped me recognize you immediately."

"Well, yes, I do understand that indeed, but luckily I'm not offended, and I'm not in those folders of yours I hope"

"As far as I know not, though I of course did save your picture."

"I'm okay with that, I did send it to you after all by myself"

"I'm glad you're not disgusted with me being a dirty old man right now. I was never able to tell someone I like men more than women, in my days you were immediately called a faggot and the chance of getting beaten up was pretty big. I'm bisexual and in these days that is accepted. And well, I prefer effeminate men and trannies, I'm not into macho and hairy bikers."

Wow, this conversation did had taken a turn. Still I felt safe, just like being able to talk about being blackmailed I could now also talk about my sexuality. And yes, Paul was a kind soul and I trusted him but I understood also he also liked me for my sexuality.

"So you're more into me?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, sorry Suzanne, well yes, but okay I do love the way you look, sorry, but I am, No Sorry, I shouldn't have said al this. I don't want to make you uncomfortable"

"No, it's okay, for the first time I feel safe, I could talk about the blackmail and everything and I can talk about, well, the rest. And I feel sorry for you that you were unable to express all this when you were my age. Right now it's still difficult and I can only imagine how hard it must have been when you were young."

I was thinking, I could make myself really vulnerable and show him the clear-site with my pictures, but then he had power over me. I decided it wasn't the time for that now. Maybe later?

I glanced at the clock, it was almost five 'o clock, I was getting hungry and I still had an hour to drive. Food was in the fridge so I didn't need to go to any store.

"Paul, I think it's best for me to go home, thank you for being a listening ear for me. I really appreciate that and I would love to talk to you more, so please keep checking your e-mail."

With those words I stood up, Paul also rose from his seat. I felt sweaty, stinky under my fake breasts.

"Yes of course Suzanne, I understand, though if you're hungry I can cook something for you or we could even order something. I think there's still a lot to talk about and talking via e-mail is always less direct than in word. A couple of hours, and hey, I got a spare bed for you. And if you want to change into something less restricting, hey pointed towards my fake boobs, I might have some stuff that will fit you."

Somehow it was tempting, I felt safe with Paul, there was no-one at home missing me. And I had a spare change of clothes in my car, maybe a dinner and freshen up and change back into my boy-clothes and the return home?

I didn't know, I looked at Paul and he was awaiting my answer.