I sat across from you, draped in black and bathed in an almost palpable aura of authority. My smile was the sharp curve of a blade, and my gaze was unyielding. "You're on the precipice of a profound transformation," I said, each word carefully chosen for maximum impact. "What was once a mere thought, a fantasy, will today become a reality. I'm going to make you gay, darling." The promise in my voice was as cold as ice, the implications as heavy as the silence that filled the room.

"You're going to work for it, though," I continued, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs with...

I sat across from you, draped in black and bathed in an almost palpable aura of authority. My smile was the sharp curve of a blade, and my gaze was unyielding. "You're on the precipice of a profound transformation," I said, each word carefully chosen for maximum impact. "What was once a mere thought, a fantasy, will today become a reality. I'm going to make you gay, darling." The promise in my voice was as cold as ice, the implications as heavy as the silence that filled the room.

"You're going to work for it, though," I continued, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs with a relaxed air that stood in stark contrast to the tension in the room. "Your little hole," I added, relishing the flush that spread across your face at my words, "needs to adapt. It needs to become receptive to men, to welcome them. Today, you are going to receive more men than you ever have before. This is the only path to your acceptance, your transformation. Only through this can you truly become what you were meant to be." The cruel smirk on my lips was the only indication of the sadistic pleasure I derived from your humiliation.