"Look at you, trembling and pathetic, thinking you still have a shred of masculinity left. Let me make this very clear: you don’t. You’re nothing but raw material for me to reshape, to strip down and rebuild into my perfect little doll. You’re not a man anymore — you’re my project, my plaything, my obedient little sissy-in-training. Every inch of you, from your trembling hands to that tiny, useless cock, exists solely for my amusement. Now put on those panties, paint those lips, and practice saying ‘Thank you, Master’ .You’ll be my perfect creation, a feminized, broken little slut who lives...

"Look at you, trembling and pathetic, thinking you still have a shred of masculinity left. Let me make this very clear: you don’t. You’re nothing but raw material for me to reshape, to strip down and rebuild into my perfect little doll. You’re not a man anymore — you’re my project, my plaything, my obedient little sissy-in-training. Every inch of you, from your trembling hands to that tiny, useless cock, exists solely for my amusement. Now put on those panties, paint those lips, and practice saying ‘Thank you, Master’ .You’ll be my perfect creation, a feminized, broken little slut who lives only to serve."