Abnormal changes

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John woke with a groan. His head throbbed. He guessed he'd really drunk the night before. He slowly opened his eyes, and John immediately realized he wasn't in his own house. His room wasn't nearly as nice as this one. The walls were a creamy white, the furniture delicate and elegant, the curtains pink. The furniture and colors made the room look like a woman's bedroom. John couldn't remember anything from the night before; he only recalled that he'd spent a wonderful time with a beautiful woman.

Thinking of this, his penis began to harden, but as it continued to harden, it suddenly ached.

He looked down at his lower body and felt smooth leather on his genitals. John sat up in bed and continued looking down. "Damn it," he thought. Not only was he wearing women's underwear, but when he touched his breasts, he felt that his "breasts" were actually foam padding. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled open the women's underwear, removing the bra. Underneath, he found foam padding. He removed the padding. He looked at the leather strap at the bottom of his body; it seemed to be a male chastity belt, like the ones he'd seen in magazines.

John tried to open the belt and saw a small padlock. He needed to find the key, otherwise the leather strap would remain stuck to his lower body. Ugh! He must have really allowed that beautiful woman to do this, but now he couldn't remember anything from last night. John decided to find the woman he'd slept with and have her release him.

He looked around the room and found a door; it looked sturdy and was locked. At only 57 pounds and 145 kilograms, he couldn't break it. John went to the window; the glass was thick, and he wouldn't be surprised if it were bulletproof.

Outside the window was a pastoral scene. There were many trees, flowers, and bushes. John looked around the room again and saw another door. It was open, leading to a bathroom. John felt utterly defeated and rushed to the toilet. As he sat sprawled on the cold floor, John, who never swore, groaned, "Get me out of this fucking place, and I swear I'll give up all drinks, including orange juice." He shuddered as he stood up and went to the sink. In the mirror, he saw his reflection. His hair was cut short, but already in a distinctly feminine style, and covered with a headscarf. John also saw the makeup on his face. What had happened?

Just then, he heard the bedroom door open. He rushed into the bedroom and saw a beautiful woman in a leather dress standing in the open doorway with a very strong man. "Hey," John roared. "Mary, you look like shit." The woman smiled. "Why don't you put on some clothes? You have plenty of pretty dresses in your closet." John blushed and stammered, "All of this makes me want to vomit. I hope I don't ruin your bedroom. Can you tell me where I am? What am I doing?... " John continued. “Hey, my name is John, not Mary. I need a pair of pants, not a skirt.” “You don’t need pants anymore,” said the woman in the leather dress, “since last night.” “Hey, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “Okay, get some clothes, and we’ll explain,” the burly man replied. “Your memory from last night is clearly worse.” “Okay, give me pants, and we’ll talk again.” “Get a skirt from the closet, and put your bra and pads back where they are, and we’ll do your makeup later.” “Damn it! Give me a pair of pants.” The burly man frowned and began to flex his muscles at John.

John knew this man weighed at least 60 pounds more than him. John raised his hands and said, "Okay, no need to be angry, I'll put on the dress." The strong man twisted John's head to the side, and in his terror, the strong man barked, "Put on the dress, including makeup. And your name is Mary, that's your name." The strong man stopped and tossed John a key. "This is the key to your chastity belt. Take off your chastity belt and go to the bathroom. Put it on after you shower. You're coming downstairs in half an hour.

Ring this doorbell, and we'll unlock the door. You'd better be careful, remove your body hair, good makeup, you're going to look like a woman." John was terrified. "Wait a minute." The strong man looked at him menacingly. "Okay, what do you want to say?" The strong man slammed the door shut and left with the woman in the leather dress. John thought, "My God, fucking! What have I gotten? What did I do last night?"

John forced himself to calm down. He knew he had to obey them now and wait for a chance to get himself out of this hell, to escape. Escape was the right word; he felt like a prisoner.

John took a shower and carefully removed all his body hair, leaving only his head and genitals.

After drying himself, he opened the closet and stood bewildered before a large pile of women's clothes. He heard the door open again, and a beautiful young woman entered. She closed the door and said, "They sent me here to help you get it right." John tried to ask a question, but the woman interrupted him, "I'm not allowed to tell you anything. I'll just help you get ready. You have to look good, or they'll whip us both." John remained silent as she went to the closet and began taking out clothes: shoes, belts, even a corset.

She helped John put on his first corset. John was slightly overweight, weighing 145 pounds, with a waist of about 29 inches. But as the woman pulled the corset tighter, he gasped, "I can't breathe, John."

“Shut up,” the girl interrupted him. “You’ll look great if you look like a woman. Believe me, if you want your master to punish you, he’ll make you laugh every time you walk for a week. Now let me finish my work.” Twenty-five minutes later, John looked at himself in a full-length mirror. He looked as alluring as a woman. In fact, an extremely attractive woman. He wore an elegant dress, a corset that gave him a narrow waist, accentuated by a belt.

His makeup was perfect, his lips a deep red. Underneath his lingerie were a padded bra and pink stockings, and of course, his chastity belt. His shoes had three-inch heels, which, he admitted, made his buttocks stand out nicely. The girl smiled at John. “Mary, you look beautiful. They’re going to be obsessed with you.” She chuckled. “Well, you’ll be obsessed with them, but now we have to go downstairs.” She looked at John. “Well, are you ready?” John nodded, feeling numb. The girl rang the doorbell, the electronic door opened, and John obediently followed behind. A long corridor stretched ahead, and John shuffled along on his three-inch heels.

The girl looked at him, clearly displeased. "You must walk like a woman. Look at me." She took some cat-like steps, her hips and shoulders swaying. "Now you try it, move your hips, walk in a straight line." John's imitation was unsuccessful. She hissed, "See, you must do it correctly, or the master will be displeased, and then the master will whip both of us, do you want that?" John shook his head. "Try it. I know it's like riding a bicycle for the first time, if you mess it up…" Tears welled in her eyes. "Please try, I don't want to be punished." John nodded, wondering what kind of punishment could make a girl cry like that?

They descended into the foyer, and John, focused on his cat-like gait, didn't notice the large crowd already waiting there as they entered. In the foyer, John overheard in the crowd, "She already looks beautiful. Just a little surgery. But I wish her waist were narrower. Her hips were more prominent." John looked around and began to blush. He felt his face burning. He was dressed like a woman, yet standing amidst a large group of men and women. He wanted to roll away. He looked around, trying to find a way to escape. The girl seemed to understand him. "Don't try," she whispered, "You're on an island in the middle of the Pacific, nowhere to run." John felt despair. A tall, handsome man approached John and said, "Hey, Mary, I'm your master, Goff. This is my home, and you're mine. Come with me, and I'll answer some of your questions." John followed Goff into a large room filled with rows of books; it was clearly a library.

Goff turned to John. "I'm telling you, you must obey me. To teach you obedience, you'll need to wear some props." Goff signaled, and a servant handed him a collar and a leather strap to fasten it. The collar was made of brown leather and was quite narrow. Goff approached John and said, "Mary, don't resist." John didn't resist. He was only shocked when he felt the brown leather collar being placed around his neck.

He heard Goff close the small padlock on the collar, and then Goff fastened the strap to the collar. Goff smiled and said, "This is my training method. I expect you to behave like a female dog." "Wait," John blurted out. "Get that dog collar off me. Fuck! Get my clothes back. I'm getting out of here, I haven't seen anyone. Otherwise, I'll call the police! My name is John, not Mary, fuck!" Goff smiled at him and said gently, "I like your rebellious spirit, but not in this place.

" Goff dragged John into a bar by the dog collar leash, handing the leash to the burly man, who pulled hard on the leash and tied one end to the ceiling. John's toes lifted off the floor, and he couldn't breathe. He tried to pull his leash up, loosening it a little, but his arms weren't strong enough.

Goff looked at his face. “You must remember: First, you are not allowed to say a word. Second, you will wear whatever I want you to wear. Third, you cannot leave this place; you belong to me.

Fourth, no officer will let you make a phone call; you are on my private island, therefore I am the law.” He smiled cruelly and said, “In fact, I am the god here. But I don’t need to call me god; you must call me master.” The strong man proposed to pull up John’s belt.

John felt his toes leave the floor completely, and he couldn’t breathe! His vision began to go black.

He heard a roar, like a train, from a great distance, and he heard Goff shout, “Remember, your name is Mary.” John felt his feet kick involuntarily. No air! Before he passed out, he felt his urine flow from his bladder, and then his world went black.

When John woke up, he was sitting in a leather chair. He looked at himself; he was wearing a loose women’s evening dress. A corset, a bra, three-inch high heels, and the chastity belt was still in place. John looked around and realized he was sitting in the library. A large desk stood before him. Goff sat at the desk, and when he saw John was awake, he smiled. “I had the maid change your clothes. I didn’t want to smell your urine. Now let me help you remember how you got here. Do you remember the game?” John nodded.

“Because of very high stakes. First you lost all your money, then your watch, your Mercedes, and finally your freedom. The game ended, and you came here, becoming one of my slaves,” John interrupted him. “I don’t remember anything. I was drunk, you cheated, it wasn’t fair to me.” Goff glared at him and asked, “Did I give you permission to speak?” John remembered not being allowed to say a word without Goff’s permission. He looked regretful and immediately shut his mouth.

Goff smiled and nodded approvingly. “You’re learning good habits. In the library, I give you the freedom to speak.” “This is insane. I can’t be a slave.” Goff asked, “What?” John was confused. Goff explained, “After every word you say, you must address him as ‘Master.’ Now say it again, ‘I cannot be a slave, Master.’” John could feel himself blushing. He couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t be conquered like that.

Goff roared, “Say it now.” John saw the strong man standing nearby approach, standing behind him with a thin rattan cane in his hand.

Suddenly, the strong man lashed John’s bare arm with the rattan cane, and John screamed and saw a red welt appear on his arm. To avoid screaming again, John blushed and said, “I cannot be a slave, Master.” John had never been so embarrassed; he wanted to burrow into the ground. Goff smiled approvingly. “Not too bad. It’s really easy; you have to do the easiest thing here. Now let me continue. When you sold yourself, of course you were drunk. But no one forced you except yourself; now you are mine.” John asked, “Where am I now… Master?” He blushed. “It’s easier said than done; it’s not a matter of rhetoric. You’re on my island in the South Pacific. I bought this island from the local government for vacations. I give them money, jobs, and they have to protect my interests.” Gough wiped his fingers. Gough walked to the window and opened the curtains. John’s gaze followed Gough as he glimpsed the coconut trees and the waves.

Gough turned back. “Now I own you. Forever. And whatever I want from you, you must obey. Nobody here knows you. You can’t leave this island unless you fly away in my jet.” He smiled. “And I promise, I will change you.” “How will you change me, Master?” “Look at what you’re wearing. Look at your ‘chest’ and your shoes. What do you think I’m going to do?” "Gough grabbed John's chin and lifted his face. 'I'm going to turn you into a woman, a woman like a bitch.' John's eyes widened. 'Fuck! You're going crazy, I won't let you get away with this...' Suddenly, the strong man gripped his throat tightly with the rattan cane. Gough looked down at him. 'Whatever I need, I can do it. Remember, here I am God.' He continued softly, 'Look at you, you're only about 56, you have a 24-inch waist. With makeup, your femininity is very attractive. You're beautiful, more beautiful than many women, a natural woman among women. You only need one minor medical procedure... Okay, I must put a chastity belt on your vulva to protect you. All the men here want you.' The strong man loosened his grip, and John could breathe again."

“Okay,” Goff said, “First, the first lesson, your name is Mary. Anyone who calls you Mary, you must answer. You are a woman now. You must not answer John. John is your past. Your only answer is Mary. Now I know this is not easy, but you will soon accept it, accept it happily, and you will begin to enjoy your new life. And believe me, it will be very beneficial. My bitch slave. Now repeat after me, Hi, my name is Mary.” John hesitated. He felt the muscles around his neck tighten again. “Hi, my name is Mary,” he said softly. His face flushed with shame. “Say it loudly,” John obeyed. “Hi, my name is Mary.” “Okay. Now say it ten times, and say it happily.”

After John had repeated it ten times, Goff smiled and said, "Those last few repetitions sounded good; you sounded happy. I had you do this exercise to get your mind on Mary. Think of it, accept it, and finally you will happily say you are Mary." His face flushed with embarrassment. John complied, "Hi, my name is Mary." "Good. Now say your name ten times, and say you like being happy Mary." After John had repeated "I am happy Mary" ten times, Goff smiled and said, "Mary, those last few repetitions sounded good; you sounded happy. I had you do this exercise to get your mind on Mary. Think of it, accept it, and finally you will happily say you are Mary." Goff returned to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a silver metal collar. Goff showed John his new collar; the silver metal collar had his new name, "Mary," on it.

"My first gift to you," Goff said. He removed the leather dog collar around John's neck, replaced it with the new collar, and locked it. Goff took out a mirror. “Look at yourself. Look at the collar with your new name on it. Now everyone will know your new name.” John saw in the mirror a tight, wide silver metal collar encircling his neck. He could see his new name engraved into the metal collar. Okay, he thought, I'll obey them first, but I'll definitely escape. They can never look at me again.

Goff pressed a button on the computer keyboard. A moment later, John saw the beautiful woman in the leather dress enter Goff's study. “Mary, this is Michelle, one of your trainers. You must call her Madam. Her word is your law, including the right to punish you at will.” Goff approached John and lifted his chin with his hand. Then, Goff lowered his head and kissed John's lipstick-covered lips. “Take her away, Michelle.” “Yes, sir,” Michelle replied.

“Let's go, Mary.” John quickly stood up, afraid that Michelle would punish him. Michelle instructed John: “You must walk like a woman, move your hips, walk in a straight line, do you understand?” “Yes,” John replied.

Suddenly he felt the metal collar around his neck tighten. John couldn’t breathe and had to grip the collar. Suddenly the pain stopped. Michelle held up a very small remote control. “This is just to give you a little feeling. Your collar isn’t just a reminder that you are a slave. It also has the ability to send electric currents. Because you forgot to call me Madam, I’m punishing you.” She pressed a button, and John’s entire body trembled. He felt completely numb; he couldn’t control his body and collapsed to the floor. The extreme pain finally ended. “That was half the maximum setting,” Michelle told him. “The maximum output could cause your heart to beat irregularly, and you could die. If you force open the collar to escape without the correct password, it will immediately release all its current.” Michelle tilted her head, thought for a moment, “I’ve never seen that happen, and I expect it would burn your neck off.” She bit her finger and said to John, “Move your hips and walk in a straight line.” John obeyed and followed Michelle to his room. In his room, Michelle sat on the bed.

When she saw John looking around for a chair, she said, “Mary, when you sit before a master or lady, your head should be under them. Now, sit on the floor.” John, afraid of ruining his dress, sat on his lap.

“No, you’re not allowed to sit on your own lap. You must sit like a woman. Attractively.” Michelle thought for a moment. “Okay, now I’ll give you a brief overview of what kind of education you’ll receive over the next four months. Of course, you’ll have hormone injections and surgery. The mental training will mainly consist of hypnotic training and drug therapy. The drug therapy will be especially effective. Within six months, you will be an extremely attractive woman. You will act like a woman.” Michelle’s words made John very nervous; he couldn’t believe what she was saying. Michelle interrupted his thoughts. “Well, what are you thinking, Mary?” John shook his head: “No, you’re all crazy! I’m a man, you can’t change me!” As John was speaking, Michelle had already reached into her pocket and pressed a button on the remote control.

John felt an electric current. His legs and arms were spasming, and he felt his head was exploding. She released the button; John was sweating profusely. He couldn’t think; he couldn’t breathe. She pressed the button again, and John’s vision began to go black. She released the button again. John could barely move. "Because of your loud voice, I've given you your first punishment. Don't speak loudly to any master or lady. The second punishment is for saying you disobeyed. You will obey. Otherwise, you will die. Now get up." "Go take a bath. You've done it once, so you should know how to do your makeup and hair. Here is the key to your chastity belt. Remove the chastity belt while you're taking a bath." After John finished bathing, he locked his chastity belt and went into the bedroom. He also saw a tall blonde beauty sitting on the bed. She was wearing a makeup work uniform. The blonde beauty stood up and smiled: "Hello, I'm Renee. You must be Mary. I'm here to train you on how to do makeup. Let's go into the bathroom, shall we?

"

"Yes, madam," John murmured. Renee grinned: "I'm not a lady, foolish. I'm just a slave like you, call me Renee." They sat down at the dressing table in the bathroom.

Renee began to teach John proper makeup techniques. “The masters and ladies here like you to look like a woman, but they don’t want you to look like an unladylike woman. I will teach you how to make you more beautiful. Darling, you have a beautiful face. Your lips are full, and you have beautiful eyes.

We will emphasize those. Your hair is a good length. Master Gough loves short hair.” Renee took John’s hand and played with it. “I will give you a French manicure; they will look gorgeous.” Renee began to style her hair. She said softly, “You will surely have many questions. Lady Michelle said I can answer any of your inquiries.” Renee smiled. “Unless you ask about how to escape.” “Tell me everything, where I am, why I am here, what they will do to me? How can you be happy as a slave?” Renee smiled: “Okay, I will answer.” She confirmed that Master Gough had said so. They were on an island in the South Pacific. It was a large island covered with tropical jungle. The island was surrounded by a coral atoll. John was here as a slave—a female slave. Many of the women here were formerly men.

“I bet you’re the only child, with very few relatives. You have no friends. People won’t notice their disappearance,” John agreed. Renee continued, “To make you a complete woman, they will perform gender reassignment surgery on you. I’ve been here for four years. I’m a man, just like you.” John stared at Renee in surprise.

Renee grinned: “Yes, I used to be a man, but I’m not anymore. I have a woman’s body, and I’m happy, really, here as a woman, serving Master Gough.” John could see she was happy. She was content. “All done. Look at yourself.” John glanced in the mirror.

The mirror showed a woman with short hair, large blue eyes, and full, upturned lips.

Renee had made him look gorgeous. It was maddening, and John felt his cock aroused. John could see Renee smiling in the mirror. She handed him two pills. “Mrs. Michelle’s orders, you’re starting to need a multivitamin.” He swallowed them. A moment later he fell asleep. The multivitamin was a powerful sleeping pill treatment.

Mary woke up in the morning. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. She let the water cascade over her body. "The master and mistress will check my body," she thought, and she shaveed her entire body. After showering, Mary dried herself and went to the closet to choose clothes. She chose a pretty yellow and green beach dress. A thought flashed through her mind: "I shouldn't be wearing a dress. I should be wearing trousers," but she couldn't remember why she thought that.

She went into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Then she put on her corset and underwear and locked her underwear. It wasn't underwear; it was a chastity belt. He wasn't Mary; he was John. He had been kidnapped to this island. He had been told they were going to turn him into a woman, an unchaste woman bitch.

He remembered he was a man. Why would he think he was Mary? What had they done to him? Then Mrs. Michelle came in.

"Good morning, Mary." "Good morning, Mrs. Michelle." Michelle asked John, "Do you remember who you used to be?" "Yes, madam," he quickly corrected, "I was a man named John."

Michelle nodded. "You are now just a slave, a woman's slave. How do you feel about that?" "I should be." Michelle smiled. "Remember what I mentioned about Soviet thought therapy? That's what you've already suffered.

They seem to be progressing well, and the next phase of therapy involves actual degeneration and continued thought therapy." "Take your clothes; we'll go downstairs in a bit." John put his foam breasts inside his bra. He hesitated as he entered his beach dress.

He did his hair and put on makeup. "I'm ready, madam." "Come here." John obediently complied. She removed his chastity belt. She told him to bend over, grasped his ankles, and pulled up his dress. He felt some greasy lubricant enter his anus, then a plug was pushed into his anus and secured with rope. The pain was intense. He groaned; this had never happened before!

Mrs. Michelle noticed his groan and his flushed face. Mrs. Michelle bit her finger: "Follow me, Mary. Move your hips, walk in a straight line." With each step John took, the plug moved inside his body. He had to slowly get used to it. Until they reached a room. Mrs. Michelle smiled. "This is one of our training rooms. This is Master Samuel's room." Mrs. Michelle opened the door. There were many instruments throughout the room.

John could see a man working, and when the man noticed them, he turned around. The man was over six feet tall, with a thick red beard and hair. "Her name is Mary. Now she is yours.

" Mrs. Michelle stepped out and closed the door. The man beckoned John to come closer. "I am your master, Samuel.

I am the trainer here. I train all the women. Come closer, let me examine you." John hesitated, and immediately felt a burning sensation around his throat. Master Samuel was using a punishment collar.

John quickly approached Master Samuel. "Crawl, slave." John knelt and began to crawl toward Master Samuel. He felt his face turn crimson. "Now remove all your clothes." John blushed.

Then, Master Samuel removed his chastity belt. He sat in a leather chair, his hands and legs handcuffed. Master Samuel locked him in the chair. Master Samuel bound his head with a strap. John could not move.

Suddenly, Master Samuel reached out and forcefully pinched one of John's exposed nipples. John hissed in pain. "Your breasts have started to develop, that's because of hormones," Master Samuel chuckled. "Don't worry, they'll be big. Master Gough likes women with big breasts." A small leather sleeve with a wire attached was placed on his cock; the other end of the wire led to a small box. John couldn't guess what the device was, and he feared it might be a form of punishment.

Master Samuel eased John's fear: "This is a sensor; it will record your reactions. It will measure your erection." Master Samuel took out a nipple clamp and clamped it onto one of John's nipples.

The pain caused John to let out a scream. His voice sounded like a young girl's.

A moment later, Master Samuel clamped another clamp onto John's left nipple. John had never experienced such pain! It felt like his nipple was being bitten hard. Master Samuel returned to the computer, tapped a few keys, and looked at the screen. "Please remove them, Master." "Impossible, you'll have to wear the nipple clamps for half an hour." For the next 30 minutes, John wore the nipple clamps and watched a video. In the video, Master Samuel had a slave girl masturbate him. The pain in his nipples and the stimulation of the video caused John to erupt in intense excitement, something he had never experienced before.

Master Samuel said, "I'll tell you what the tests show. First, Mary, your treatment is going very well. You're excited by the man in the videotape; he's stimulating you now. Women always excite you, but the treatment has caused you to become bisexual. The pain you feel indicates that your treatment is progressing well. And your erection is mostly when you're in pain." Master Samuel continued, "Now you will proceed to the next phase of treatment. Mind and drug treatments will continue, such as hormone injections, but now we will begin to surgically alter your body." Master Samuel began to unbuckle the leather straps on the chair and unlock John's leather handcuffs.

"Okay, time for a little game. I want you to give me the forbidden words." John stared at him in astonishment. "I, I can't do that. I'm a man, okay, I think I'm a man. I can't do this, please don't, Master." Master Samuel pressed a button. John felt a sudden wave of pain wash over his body. Master Samuel pressed the button again, then a third time. John's head throbbed with displeasure. Master Samuel looked at him. "Kneel down, Mary," his voice softened.

"Don't be embarrassed. This is your new role in life. Everyone wants you to do this. Enjoy it." John knelt down silently and unzipped Master Samuel's trousers. Master Samuel looked down at him and chuckled, "Lick it. Kiss it." Humiliated, John knew Master Samuel was right. He hesitantly moved his mouth to Master Samuel's penis and kissed it gently. He left a red lipstick mark on Master Samuel's penis. John licked it again. His breathing was rapid, John began to choke… and then he was taken to his room. When he returned to his room, he sat down in a chair and thought.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Michelle entered the room. The lady looked at Mary, who smiled hesitantly. “Good, Mary, you look happier than I’ve ever seen. You’re smiling, why?” Mary hesitated, then blurted out, “I like forbidden words, really. If I’m here forever, I’ve decided to embrace my new life. I’m going to try and enjoy it. From now on, I am Mary.” Mrs. Michelle nodded approvingly.

“Good.” She looked at Mary’s metal collar. “Will we no longer need it?” “No, madam, I will do whatever you ask me to do.” “But madam,” Mary hesitated, “does wearing my collar make me feel more obedient, more feminine? Can I continue to wear it?” Mrs. Michelle reassured her. “Leave it for now. Now follow me. You are about to begin the next phase of treatment.” Mary quickly followed Mrs. Michelle out the door, her hips and shoulders swaying.

Mary awoke to find herself no longer in her bedroom. In fact, the room looked like a hospital.

She tried to move but found her hands and legs handcuffed. Well, she convinced herself, I'm in a hospital, they probably want me to stay in bed. Then she wondered, why am I in a hospital, what have they done to me? Then she thought, she used to be a man named John. Now she was a slave named Mary, on her master Goff's island. She was undergoing actual mental treatment to transform her into a woman.

The door opened, and a beautiful nurse entered the room, coming to Mary's bedside. "I saw you were awake on the monitor. How are you feeling, Mary?" "I feel good, madam," Mary's voice was high, like a young girl's. The nurse smiled. “No, Mary, I am a slave, just like you. My name is Bénés.” “Bénés,” Mary asked, “how long have I been in the hospital? Can you tell me what’s going on?” “I’ll get the doctor; he should be here in a minute.”

The doctor lowered his head and whispered, "You've completed a 30-day treatment period, and this is the last one. You've been treated with hormone medication. The doctor wants to tell you what was done to you, but he says you have a perfect body." Mary felt her face turn pink. Then, the doctor entered the room and came to Mary's bedside.

"Well, Mary, how are you feeling?" "Very well, Doctor, oh, Master, I mean Master Doctor." The doctor smiled. Doctor Michael pulled down the bedsheets and began to examine Mary. He listened to her heart and lungs, and touched her chest, legs, and hands. "Mary, your body modification, including surgery and psychiatric treatment, has been done very well. I want to show you your new body. It's all my work, and I'm very proud." The doctor and nurse unlocked Mary's leather handcuffs and helped her stand in front of a large mirror. The doctor had her undress. Mary was shocked to see herself in the mirror; she was beautiful. The doctor smiled, which pleased him greatly: "We've given you fuller breasts through deep grafts. I've also made your eyes bigger, giving you a more exotic look. You now have larger, more upturned lips, and of course, using electrolysis, we removed all your hair except for your eyebrows. I'm especially proud of your breasts." The doctor gently touched Mary's full breasts with his fingers. He said, "You know you have a 38C bust, and with the help of liposuction and a proper diet, your waist is now 21 inches. You'll be wearing a corset 24/7, and your waist will shrink to about 18 inches or less. We've also given you deep grafts to your hips, giving you more feminine hips. Your measurements are 38-21-34. Oh, and yes, when you speak, you'll notice we've shortened your vocal cords, giving you a more feminine voice." The doctor looked at her: "Do you like everything we've done for you?" Mary thought for a moment. She realized she had once been a man. But she wasn't anymore.

Now she had a beautiful female body, and she was very happy. But she did have a problem. “Doctor Michael, I love my new body. But what about my clitoris, I mean, my penis? Why do I still have that?” Doctor Michael said, “You call your penis a clitoris? That’s good.” The doctor continued, “The reason is quite simple. You’re here to please your master and mistress. For those masters who like to treat you like a woman, your anus will be seen as a sheath. Your anus is tighter than most women’s sheaths. And the mistress will like your clitoris.” The doctor patted Mary’s buttocks affectionately. “Now hurry up. Put on your chastity belt and go back to your room. You must now prepare for your master Gough’s examination.” Mary began to look for her chastity belt. The doctor said, “You have a new chastity belt. It’s smaller than your old one. It mainly prevents you from masturbating and forces you to sit like a lady when you go to the bathroom.” The doctor handed her a small, narrow leather chastity belt, which resembled a leather bikini.

She quickly put on her narrow leather chastity belt, finding it did indeed force her to urinate like a woman. She quickly put on a strapless, half-cup pink bra with four garter belts attached to the front and back, and then put on two flesh-colored stockings attached to the garter belts. The benigne led her back to her room.

The benigne searched Mary's closet for all her clothes. "Now you must choose the right dress yourself." After trying on all the dresses, Mary chose a bright green dress.

Mary didn't know why she chose the bright green dress, but she was happy. After Mary bathed, the benigne helped her with her hair and makeup. She quickly put on her narrow leather chastity belt, and then put on her pink bra with four garter belts attached to it, and then put on two flesh-colored stockings attached to the garter belts. The last piece of underwear she put on was a very thin corset, which made her waist only 19 inches. Finally, she carefully put on the bright green dress.

The benigne placed a pair of small gold earrings into Mary's ear piercings. Mary smiled at herself in the mirror. Short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and full lips. Her full breasts, slender waist, and plump hips. A deep cleavage was visible beneath her skirt. She wore a pair of three-inch red high heels.

Mary was happy! The benigne glanced at the clock. "We must go downstairs; you must now prepare for Master Gough's inspection." They went downstairs to a ballroom. The women wore beautiful long nightgowns, and most of the men wore black men's tuxedos. A man whistled, and the benigne hurriedly introduced Mary: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your new gift—the slave Mary." Instinctively, Mary curtsied, but she didn't know what else to do. She saw Master Gough striding towards her, and she immediately curtsied to him, her clitoris hardening.

“There you are, Mary.” He took her hand and looked at her approvingly. “Mary, you have become a beautiful woman.” “Thank you, Master.” “Follow me, we shall begin the ceremony.”

Mary followed Master Goff to a platform.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet for a moment.”

“I thank you all for coming tonight to share in Mary’s beginning, Mary was formerly John.” Master Goff turned to Mary: “Mary, have you renounced your old life?” Mary knew what she was about to say. “Yes, Master.” “Do you accept your new life as a woman?”

“Yes, Master.” “Do you accept your new role? Whatever commands you, and that you will forever be a slave?” “Yes, Master.”

The ladies and gentlemen applauded sincerely. Master Goff removed Mary’s slave metal collar. “I know you have truly obeyed me; we no longer need the punishment collar.” Mary knelt down and kissed her master’s boots. “Whatever you command, I will truly obey.

Anything, Master.”

“Let me see you.” Master Goff waved his finger, and two men came and led Mary to a chair on the platform, exactly the same chair as the one in Master Samuel’s training room. She was bound to the chair with leather ropes. She could not move. Master Goff

stepped off the platform and took a branding iron. “Because you have obeyed, I have removed your slave collar, but I still need people to know that you are my slave. I will make a mark on you.

” The ladies and gentlemen had become very quiet.

“This will hurt terribly, and this mark will remain on your body forever.” Despite the restriction of her chastity belt, Mary could feel her clitoris hardening.

Master Goff put the branding iron into the fire, and after a few minutes, took it out and walked towards Mary. A strong man lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks.

Master Goff pressed the branding iron close to Mary’s buttocks. Mary could feel the heat from the branding iron. Without warning, Master Goff pressed the branding iron into her flesh. Mary heard the branding iron enter her flesh and smelled the burning flesh. Then pain struck her. She tried to escape the pain, but the rope held her securely. She screamed in agony, loud and long. Her voice sounded entirely like a young girl's.

Master Goff removed the branding iron and handed it to a man. Incredibly, she felt her clitoris harden like rock, and it began to throb, shooting again and again inside her chastity belt.

Master Goff noticed Mary and whispered to her, "You're going to be an amazing bitch." The ladies and gentlemen applauded loudly.

Doctor Michael stepped forward and applied antibiotic cheese to her brand. The pain lessened somewhat. But her legs were still twitching. A man released her from the chair.

Master Goff looked at her, "Come with me to the library, don't fall."

When she reached the library, Master Goff locked the door. He kissed her passionately. His tongue entered her mouth, and this continued for several minutes, she felt hotter, and her clitoris hardened like rock.

Suddenly, Master Goff pushed her away. "Mary, dance for me." Mary swayed to some music and began to undress. Through his trousers, she could see Master Goff's penis beginning to harden. It was very large.

When she was completely naked, he untied her chastity belt. His hands began to roam over her body, touching her breasts and pulling at her nipples. He licked a finger and slowly inserted it into Mary's anus. Mary arched her back in pleasure. He lowered his head and sucked on her nipple, putting it in his mouth and licking it. He moved to the other nipple, and she responded with pleasure, then he bit down on it. She moaned in pain and pleasure. He tied Mary to a chair with a rope.

He went to his desk and took out a device that looked like a punch. Master Goff rubbed one of Mary's nipples with a cotton ball and placed the punch on her nipple. She tried to thrust her breasts forward, but the restraints were too tight. "Do you know what this is?" She shook her head. "This is a body piercing device, and I'm going to use it on your nipples. It will hurt, especially without anesthesia." Her eyes widened. "Please, Master, no..." Master Goff slapped her face to quiet her down. He slapped her face again, his face turning angry:

"Don't say no. Don't say 'no' to me, anything."

A ball gag was shoved into Mary's mouth, and Master Goff locked it. Mary could feel saliva running down her chin toward the ground. He carefully placed the piercing device on her left nipple and pressed down hard. Mary's whole body tensed, but the restraint was too tight to move, and her painful screams were reduced to whimpers due to the gag. After a while, the procedure was complete, and a small gold ring hung from her left nipple.

He did the same to her other nipple. This time the pain caused Mary to faint temporarily. When she awoke, Master Goff was standing in front of her, playing with her new nipples. Every time he touched her, pain pounded against her chest, making it hard to breathe. She tried to steady her breathing, but she began to cry when he pulled hard on the ring.

Master Goff looked down at her. "Quiet. These ornaments, I love them. You will always wear your nipples ringing.

" Then he removed the ball gag, moved her from the chair, and forced her to kneel. Even though her nipples were throbbing painfully, Mary was stimulated. Her clitoris was hardening like rock. She went to suck her master's penis. Then she began to lick his cock, licking and biting his scrotum little by little. He was so wide that her mouth was stretched to their maximum. She tried to relax her throat muscles like this.

Finally she was whipped. She was satisfied.

Months later, her body continued to develop. Continuous practice made her waist only 20 inches, down to 17 inches due to a corset. She learned to give the perfect forbidden words to men and women.

A year later, Mary and her master, Goff, returned to the city. After some training, her masochistic tendencies and tolerance for abuse had greatly improved. Goff began to put on her straitjackets. First, he put her in a straitjacket, relentlessly tightening the belt behind her, forcing Mary to take a deep breath before tightening it again, reducing her waist to 16 inches, an inch less than on the island.

This squeezed Mary's breasts upwards, making them appear larger. Next, he put on a metal chastity belt, custom-made and bearing Mary's English name. He first locked her waist, reducing it to 16 inches with a click, then inserted a vibrating egg from behind. Then he threaded the chastity belt between her legs and pulled it upwards forcefully from behind, causing Mary to let out a cry and a mischievous smile. It clicked shut at the back, locking onto her waist. This way, only Goff could unlock it when he returned.

Finally, his thighs were bound tightly together with rope, preventing her from taking large steps even without shackles.

Her knees were locked with knee chains, leaving only 15cm of space. She was then fitted with high heels, thin and high, easily over 4 inches.

Ankle shackles were placed on her ankles, with a thin chain crossing the soles of the shoes and locking them in place, preventing her from removing them without a key. The central chain was 30cm long. Another thin chain descended from the chastity belt around her waist, locking the knee and ankle chains in the middle. However, the length of the chain only allowed Mary to stand in a half-squatting position, her legs unable to fully extend. Her hands were twisted behind her back and handcuffed and elbow cuffed. Her full nipples were clamped and tightened, and Mary let out another groan.

The nipple chains and the chastity belt chain were connected together and linked to her feet. A metal collar was placed around her neck, neither too loose nor too tight.

A long chain connected it to an iron ring on the wall, giving her a range of motion within the chain's radius. A 3-inch perforated gag was placed in her mouth, forcing her mouth to open as wide as possible. A nose hook was added, making her already high nose appear even more upturned.

After dressing her in the full attire, her master, Goff, admired the captivating Mary, whose breathing was rapid. Goff shortened the chain on her collar and locked it to the wall. Then, he picked up a leather whip and lashed it at her. Mary instinctively flinched. But the shackles on her feet and the chain around her neck restricted her movement. The whip cracked loudly with each lash. The chains rattled. The high heels made it difficult for her to stand.

Just as she was about to fall, the chain around her neck tightened, allowing her to barely maintain her balance. Each step she took moved the chains, which in turn affected the chastity belt, causing it to twitch and tighten, her clitoris hardening like rock.

Mary's breasts were already quite large, a 38D. As she dodged, her breasts swayed, but the chains clamped to her nipples and connected to the chastity belt limited their movement. Each sway sent a tingling sensation from her nipples throughout her body. It

was time for work. Her master, Goff, had left the chain on her collar long, picked up his briefcase, and left.

Before leaving, he said, "Make dinner ready for me tonight." *Click* The door closed, leaving Mary alone. Mary lay on the floor to rest for a moment. Slowly, she stood up against the wall. Through training, Mary had become much more adaptable to the instruments of torture. Although her hands were locked behind her back as tightly as possible, her flexibility allowed her to still reach her hands in front of her. And so, Mary began her housework for the day.

[The End]

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