Sissy For My Flatmate

I was pulled back to reality when I heard my door open. SHIT! I forgot to lock it!
My heart sank as I realized I'd been caught.

“So that's what you get up to in there!”
Shit! I'd probably go so far as to say that Ben (my flatmate) was my best friend, I'd never had particularly close friends but he was probably the closest friend I ever had. Even HE can't understand.

“Get out...” I whimpered. Trying to muster up a voice under these conditions proved to be soft, quiet and a few registers higher than I hoped for. I even sounded like a girl!

Walking over to me, he put his hands on my waist (no doubt he noticed the effect of the corset)
“Oh, I'm sorry to startle you...” He said in a mocking tone “there's no need to be shy”

“Look! Get out! You don't understand!” I replied, once again whimpering.

He drew his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “Uh uh. I know your little secret now.” He whispered in my ear. “But I can keep a secret. I know it's your day off tomorrow, I want you wearing that lovely little outfit when I get back. I'll leave instructions for you. By the way...”

He reached in to my panties and grabbed my chastity belt. “Have the keys to that on the table for me”

With that, he left. When I heard the door close, I collapsed on the bed and started sobbing. Ben knew my dirty little secret and to make matters worse he was treating it all like some kind of game. I didn't want to go along with it but at the same time I knew it would ruin my life if my crossdressing became common knowledge. I felt worthless.

The following morning:

Normally I'd look forward to a day off. This time I had a knot in my stomach. Stepping in to the hall, I saw a note on the telephone stand. There were a pair of handcuffs on top of it. This did NOT look good.

I picked up the note and studied its contents:

Sissy, I will be home at 6:30. Make sure I receive a proper welcome.