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 Glancing back at the woman holding the camera as well as my leash I felt nothing but the strongest resentment for both of them, or at least I should have. Not only was I forced to obey her every command by an unknown force that overtook me, but I was also now trapped within the body of a mid-twenties bombshell from the fairer sex.

 I had a rather high opinion of myself but not like a narcissist, instead I had an unshakable confidence that I could take on whatever life threw at me. This overconfidence has led me to trouble before but non so big as my current girlfriend, Daisy. She was a secluded mouse of a girl, so quiet that no one remembered the last time she spoke. I thought this was a meekness brought on by being an outcast, so I took it upon myself to break her out of her shell.

 It started like any other relationship would, smooth and free of conflict. I quickly stopped caring about trying to "fix" Daisy and instead started to fall in love with the silent girl who preferred to stay in the shadows. This behavior kept up until I started to notice things changing about my body.

 It started relatively slow with smoother skin and less hair, but when I started to lose height, I panicked. Daisy was there for me, holding me still as I tried to hypothesize except for every suggestion of going to a doctor, she shot down. I should've been suspicious at the time except I had unwavering trust for her.

 I awoke one morning with small breasts on my chest. I was sent immediately into dismay except there Daisy was again to be the shoulder to cry on. It was subtle, but every time she told me to hug her, a gnawing sensation appeared in my mind, begging me to follow her orders. Day by day, this grew stronger until the day I woke up without a dick.

 I screamed, startling Daisy from her slumber. I quickly told her the situation but once again she blew it off. My heightened emotions finally allowed me to see sense and I accused her of doing this. She smiled and with a single word uttered from her mouth, I froze.

She went on to explain to my immobile body exactly what was happening. Between the pills, she slipped into my food and the hypnosis she played when I was asleep, I was becoming her perfect little toy. I was not the first man she did this to, she explained with delight, but I was her proudest achievement so far. Changing such a strong, confident man into nothing but a submissive slut was better than an orgasm for her. She told me about her last toy who she had used so thoroughly that he'd do nothing but droll from the unending pleasure he felt. Seeing as half the fun to her sick mind was the torment of the trapped man, she discarded the feminized man to a local brothel where he'd live out the rest of his sad life as a set of holes to be used.

 Fear was shown in my eyes causing her to laugh as she commanded me to lay back on the bed. Against my will, my body moves, spreading my legs open into an awaiting pose. I felt her slide a massive dildo deep into my new sex causing a bulge to appear in my gut from its sheer size. Pleasurable pain coursed through my veins as I was forced to sit and take the punishment she inflicted on me.

 With no reason to hide the pills anymore, she started giving me full doses. My changes accelerated until my womanly form held up its pretenses under all but the most intense scrutiny. What was worse was that she started to document my transformation, commenting on how well I was turning out, and to my horror, I enjoyed how I was pleasing her. It got to the point where I was to never wear clothes within her apartment, instead forced into a humiliating collar that she would leash to her hand as if I were some dog and not a human.

 Time slipped by under her watch as she removed all watches and installed blackout curtains on every window. I lost my circadian rhythm as I went to bed whenever she told me instead of when I was tired. Every night she would strap me to the bed, putting various toys into each of my holes. There I would spend the next 8 hours trying not to cum as vibrators taped to every sensitive part of me battled against me.

 It must've been weeks or possibly months before I felt the tearing in my mind. Every approaching snapping where I would truly be lost and she'd move on to her next victim. I was almost welcoming to it, a chance to escape the hell I was trapped in. The day my release arrived, she knew and had already sold me to another brothel. She patted me on the head, calling me her good girl one final time as the man led me out of her apartment.

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