Mandy was devastated.

She had no life of her own anymore; everything she did was to support Carla. Everything.

She’d not been out of her uniform, collar or hood since the party. There was a concealed port at the back of the dress that connected to a fitting in a chair in Carla’s bedroom. Once Mandy was sat in the chair, the uniform went rigid, locking her into a sitting position on the chair. She was then fed, cleaned and the tanks fitted to her legs which contained her urine and other waist were emptied. The house had got the uniforms down to a fine art.

During the day, she often passed other women similarly dressed in the house, but she noticed that she was the only one wearing purple. She also noticed the other women deferred to her; if her collar told her she needed to be somewhere, everyone else cleared the way for her. She had no idea why she was being treated that way…

She found out one evening. Carla had decided to go to bed early, and she held out her hand for her ‘attendant’. Mandy obediently took it and went with her to her room, and went to sit on her chair as usual, a little surprised that they were going to bed so early.

To her further surprise, Carla pulled her towards her bed instead. She then took off her hood, collar and dress…

Mandy just stood there, in shock. Carla was letting her go…?

Carla just started crying…

Before Mandy knew what she was doing, she wrapped herself around Carla and eased her into bed, sliding in with her.

“Don’t cry!”, she said, her voice rough from long disuse. “What’s wrong…?”

“I can’t believe how selfish I’ve been!”, cried Carla. “I’ve taken you away from everything you knew, just because I wanted you. Your family and friends must be worried sick!”

“Not really”, said Mandy. “My parents think I’m at Uni; I told them I was taking a short break between exams, so I’m not expected back for another few weeks yet, if I’ve got my time right. We don’t normally email or chat, only if something urgent happens. Wait… it hasn’t, has it…?”

Carla burst out crying again…

“Your university called you back in last week for a review; one of your exams was borderline only. They wanted you back in for a resit; I was enjoying having you around too much to let you go, so I texted back that you were out of the area and couldn’t get in. They said you therefore couldn’t be serious about the course and dropped you…!”

Mandy just stared at Carla, not saying anything…

She then just got out of bed and started putting her uniform back on, not speaking once to Carla. Carla desperately tried to get her to talk to her, but the just put her hood back on and locked her collar shut round it, then went and sat on her chair…

Carla tried to talk to Mandy twice during that week, by taking her collar and hood off. Mandy just said nothing, then just put them back on again.

When Carla took them off for a third time, she threw them across the room.

“Damn it! You’re going to talk to me, whether you like it or not!”

Mandy still went to retrieve her hood and collar…

“Mandy! Please! I’m sorry!”, Carla cried. “I did it because I love you, and I can’t do without you!”

“At the same time”, she continued, “I don’t want you just as an obedient, mute slave. I want you as a partner. I want you as my wife!”

Mandy stopped, shocked. She had no idea.

“And what would you do if I said I wasn’t into girls?”, she said. “Did you once think to consider my feelings?”

Carla turned away… Shortly, the sound of quiet sobbing came from the bed…

Mandy retrieved her hood and collar and put them back on, then sat in her chair. She needed time to think, and that was the best way of getting it.

To her surprise, later that evening, Carla’s mother came into the room. She took one look at the sobbing woman on the bed then spun on her heel and stared at Mandy.

“You! Bitch! What have you done? Why are you still wearing your hood and collar?”

Mandy, hooded, said nothing.

Carla’s mother strode over. She unlocked the collar, as any members of the household could unlock it, then ripped it and the hood off.

“I asked you a question!”, she said, angrily. “Why are you still acting like a servant?”

“It’s what I am”, said Mandy, simply.

“You ungrateful bitch!”, Mandy’s mother cried. “My daughter says she loves you, and you throw it back in her face! I’ve a good mind to demote you to a normal maid! Didn’t you know what the purple dresses were for?”

“No, I just thought they looked pretty”, said Mandy, now thoroughly confused.

“Purple means ‘Hands Off, I’m Spoken For!’”, cried Mandy’s mother. “It’s what we use instead of an engagement ring. Carla has said you are her fiancée, and you’ve turned her down!”

“I didn’t know…!”, said Mandy. “How am I supposed to know how your crazy system works!?”

“You’d better apologise to my daughter, right now, and beg her forgiveness!”

“But… but… I don’t think of her that way! She’s a really good friend, she always has been, but I’m into men, not women. I’m straight!”

“Well… in that case, you’re even better for the part than we’d hoped. There’s something you don’t know about my daughter…”

“Carla? Carla, sweetie, wake up. I’ve got some incredible news to tell you…!”

Carla got up.

“Show Mandy what she missed when she went to bed with you.”

“Are you sure, mum? I don’t want to be embarrassed again!”

“Just do it!”

Carla bent down and started scratching between her legs. The she pulled a panel away…

Carla’s whole vagina came off in her hands. A penis and genitalia was exposed instead…

“Meet Carl”, ‘Carla’s’ mother said. “My transgender son. A perfect shemale if you ever saw one…!”

Mandy’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Any objections to being ‘her’ wife now?”

“No Ma’am…!”

Mandy soon found out that all Carla’s parts still worked perfectly. Mandy gave ‘her’ a blowjob, and she nearly hit the roof.

There was rather loud sex coming from Carla’s room for a while…

Shortly, Mandy and Carla lay, exhausted, in bed, looking at each other.

“It’s all my fault”, said Carla. “I should have explained what the purple dress meant.”

“All’s right in the end, though,” said Mandy. “I’m just a bit sad about missing my resit to get on the course at university.”

“Did I tell you that my mother is the chairman of the board of governors?”, said Carla. “I’ll get you in, no trouble.”

“But how can I do that and serve you at the same time…?”, said Mandy, gently swinging the purple dress…