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Being confused wasn't a new feeling for Derek, but the scenario unfolding as he entered the room left him stupefied. Danny "fucking Poindexter" Laemon was kicked back in a leather recliner as two naked blonde bombshells were on their knees blowing him. It wasn't the act that had him puzzled. Derek had seen his share of depravity. What left him at a loss was fucking Poindexter. Derek barely recognized him. If he didn't know who he was coming to see, he'd have sworn that the man bore only similar resemblances. The little geek grew up next door to Derek's family. He was a frail, timid and shy nerd that used to try and tag along with the triplet brothers. At times they let him. He was a pathetic mascot that they could belittle and bully. Teasing him always made them feel better about themselves. The geek took all of the abuse because he was in love with their sister. That only made it funnier because she was actually the cruelest of them all. She led him on with one hand and crushed him with the other. Well fucking Poindexter was a little runt no more. He was a solid looking man on what appeared to be a well maintained athletic frame. The man's stature gave him pause. The cock the two women were worshiping stopped him in his tracks. It was beyond impressive and should almost be impossible, Derek thought. It had to be over a foot long and thick as a beer can. The beauties couldn't even get their grip fully around it. Even a geek like fucking Poindexter could hit the iron and put on some muscle, but he'd never shown any signs of being so cock gifted. Derek even remembered yanking fucking Poindexter's gym shorts to his knees to expose him to the entire class once. The terrified boy was a small fraction of the monster he saw now. Yet there it stood towering from his hips while draped in plump lips. "Derek, you son of a bitch," fucking Poindexter said. "How are you doing my friend? Pour yourself a drink. Bubbles and Love are getting me close. They're in a friendly competition to see who gets the most jizz on their faces." "Uh sure," Derek said and he broke off to the side happy for the distraction. The girls didn't even skip a beat at the comment. They even appeared to go at his shaft with more gusto. Derek's brothers must have been right. Fucking Poindexter had come into some fat money. High class hookers like that made serious cash to act that way. "I met these sluts yesterday," fucking Poindexter called out. "Uppity bitches were out walking two of those stupid little tiny dogs. You know the ones? The Paris Hilton vibrator type mutts. They looked so bimbo stupid that I had to put them to the task." Derek wondered what fucking Poindexter's angle was. His little story didn't make any sense and had to be some sex scenario he was paying with the hookers. "OK...," Derek said. "So they work for you?" "Work for me?" fucking Poindexter said. "Well I guess you could call the last eighteen hours work. They're only paid in loads though. Love here has a really greedy ass, so she's made a little more than Bubbles. Not that Bubbles isn't trying. She's just not as gifted at coaxing out cum." The girls kept at the giant erection as if deaf to fucking Poindexter's banter. They looked to truly be enjoying the task at hand. "You drug them?" Derek asked. "No... I don't drug people," fucking Poindexter said as he thrust his hips forward while pushing down on one girls head. She took a surprisingly large amount of his shaft into her throat. "Fucking hypnosis then?" Derek asked. Fucking Poindexter laughed. He said. "Better... fucking science." He stood up then and the girls sat back on their haunches. As they presented themselves as targets, fucking Poindexter gripped his cock and hosed both beauties down with a ridiculous bucket load of cum. A big smile crossed his face as he looked down on them with post orgasm bliss. "Congrats Bubbles," he said. "You win." She clapped and bounced in joy as Love pouted and looked almost sad. Derek was amazed. What kind of science could do this? As if reading his mind, fucking Poindexter said, "You know what nanotechnology is? Well it has allowed me to do some amazing things over the last decade. Let's just say I have control of both body and mind." The two beauties stood and started to walk towards Derek. Their bodies were amazing. Derek was a good looking guy, but he knew he'd be hard pressed to even get these girls' attention. "Who's body and mind?" Derek asked. Fucking Poindexter smiled as the girls pulled up to Derek and put their hands on his chest. They caressed him seductively, but the jizz all over their faces distracted him. They needed to be cleaned up and made presentable. Without a second thought, Derek leaned forward and began to lick the gobs of cum from their faces. It was salty in his mouth. He'd never tasted cum before, but he happily swallowed it down to make room for more as he continued tongue bathing the girls. As Derek worked, he heard fucking Poindexter say, "Who's? Why everyone's, that who." Derek failed to comprehend the words as he was diligent in his task. The girls turned this way and that to give him best access to the seed. They were even helpful in pointing out tidbits he'd missed. Once he was done, they took turns giving him long deep kisses. Derek could taste the cock on their breath. It didn't slow their vigor, and Derek just let them have their way. Their hands caressed him and soon he found his own gently exploring their bodies. "You have a reputation with the ladies," fucking Poindexter said. The statement brought Derek's attention back to why he was there. "They seem pretty aggressive with you. I can see their hunger. I'd have thought you'd have taken a little more control. Your brother Heath rushed in and fucked the two I gave him for almost an hour. He apparently has a thing for ass." Heath had always been the boldest of the triplets. He jumped into everything head first. Girls, fights or just drunken stupidity, it didn't matter. Derek always had his back, but it was often problematic. Luckily Matt, their final brother, always seemed to get them out of whatever trouble they found. "All Matt wanted to do was lick box and tongue ass," fucking Poindexter said. "Given free reign of the pussy, he used his tongue, not his cock. Spoke volumes to his nature." Those were fighting words. Derek didn't need Heath to know he should hit the geek, but for some reason he just stood there calm as fucking Poindexter prattled on. "Well I'm not done with Love and Bubbles yet, so you'll have to excuse them," he said. The girls withdrew from his grip and headed back to fucking Poindexter. The geek's cock was fully erect again and as they draped on either side of him, each took the member in hand. Derek felt a sense of loss and sadness as they looked back at him with wry smiles. His brothers had gotten to do whatever they wanted with some girls. He wondered why he wasn't given the same opportunity. "Molly," fucking Poindexter called out. A door to the side opened and what could only be called an absolute blonde bimbo followed a huge set of tits through. She looked like a living fuck doll out of some computer generated 3d modeler's fantasy. Her tits and figure reminded him of a young and fit Summer Cummings. Dressed in a tight lingerie ensemble, she was a walking wet dream. "Derek, this is Molly Melons. She's quite the compliant little slut. Like your brothers before you, I'd like you to come and work for me. If you agree, Molly here is going to try and suck your balls through your pee hole before offering you her ass. If not... no real loss. Two brothers are better than none." "Yeah?" Derek said. "Ok. Yeah." "Are you sure?" fucking Poindexter said. "You're brothers will love having you, but this wing of my enterprise is a little... shady. I won't have you trying to renege. If you have doubts..." Derek looked at fucking Poindexter and then back at Molly. He and his brothers weren't here by accident. They had always been involved with shady elements and fucking Poindexter knew it. That didn't bother him in the least and fucking Poindexter could apparently get trim like this whenever he wanted. He knew his brothers were already in. That's why he was here. This was a gig he wanted to be part of. "I'm in," Derek said and he reached down and dropped his pants. "All what? Four inches of you," Love giggled. Derek looked down and blushed. He was sure he looked tiny compared to fucking Poindexter's monster shaft, but surely he was longer than four inches? "Be nice Love," fucking Poindexter said. "He's coming to work for me. I might do something about his length." "I think he looks cute all smooth and hairless like that," Bubbles added. "It's like a silky little baby cock." Derek felt humiliated, but had to agree with her. In anticipation for the meeting with his new potential employer, he had felt compelled to get himself presentable. It had taken him hours to wax himself from the neck down. Stripping away the body hair made him feel clean, but he realized it wasn't the most masculine of actions. It felt odd and unnecessary, but he'd done it as if everyone always waxed for a job interview. Afterwards he felt it made his cock look bigger, but now next to fucking Poindexter, his felt like a baby cock indeed. "Look Bubbles," Love said. "The lil' guy is excited. Maybe what it lacks in size it makes up for in gusto." With that Molly Melons dropped to her knees and took his entire length in her mouth. She reached up and popped his balls in her mouth too. Then she began the milking suction. Derek gasped at the amazing feeling. The intense pleasure took him by surprise, as did the almost instantaneous orgasm. While the tiny spurts began to erupt, Molly sensed them and pulled back to catch most of his seed on her face. The rest landed in her open mouth. "Well what he made up for in gusto, he lacked in restraint," Bubbles said. Love and fucking Poindexter joined her in a round of laughter. "At least he's good at cleaning up messes." Fucking Poindexter must have agreed because he said, "Molly" as he motioned for her to stand. She complied and turned her head slightly to present her cum stained cheek. With a slight blush, Derek leaned in to lick off his cum. Before he did, Love's voice broke in. "Oh no you don't. A proper maid begs for the right to clean up her own messes." Derek was confused again. Was Molly supposed to beg him? He looked at them and they looked at him waiting. It slowly registered that Love was talking to him. He blushed at the realization. Of course she was calling him a her. It was a maid like service, so it only made sense he play the part. "Um... Miss Molly, may I please clean up my mess?" Derek asked. The girls tittered. "You will call her by her proper name," fucking Poindexter said. "She is always Molly Melons to you." "I apologize," Derek stammered while blushing an even deeper shade of red. "Molly Melons, may I please clean up my mess?" Molly nodded and leaned in a little more. Her full breasts pressed through her lingerie into his flesh. It excited Derek as he licked his spunk off of her face. There was little enough of it there compared to fucking Poindexter's load, so it didn't take long. When he was done, Molly kissed him to deposit the rest into his mouth. Derek swallowed compliantly. "Good girls," Love said and the others laughed. "I think he likes the teasing," Bubbles said. "His lil' guy is all excited again." "Aww... so cute. You did offer Molly's ass," Love said. "I bet the lil' guy wants to redeem himself." With that Molly took off her panties before dropping down on her knees facing away from Derek. Then she reached back and began to work something out of her ass. "Oh... I forgot," fucking Poindexter said. "You see I enjoy putting very large cocks in Molly's cute badonkadonk. To accommodate these, she's had to learn to stretch her little hiney." Derek looked on as inch after inch of a thick shaft came out of Molly's butt. The plug wasn't as wide or long as fucking Poindexter, but it was easily twice his width and length. "Oh dear," Love said. "She won't even know when your lil' guy is in." Derek was embarrassed all over again, but he knew the truth in those words. Molly began to set the toy on the ground, but fucking Poindexter stopped her. "I call that a pussy stretcher. It shouldn't get dirty on the ground. Why don't you reach around and use it to fill Derek's unused opening while you're not using it." Derek knew he should run, but his cock had never been so hard. Molly Melons almost looked apologetic as she reached around behind him. She was gentle, but it was his first time taking a toy in his butt. She applied pressure and Derek unconsciously lifted up onto his toes as he tried to evade the intrusion. It did him no good, the toy was lubed and he could stretch upward only so far. His rosebud stretched until with one sudden motion, the bulbous head slipped past the ring into him. "Entry granted," Bubbles said. "Let the pussy stretching begin." "Look at his hungry little badonkadonk swallow that pussy stretcher right up," Love cheered. "His lil' guy must be so jealous." Derek didn't know if his cock was jealous or not. It stayed hard or even got harder as he struggled to take the pussy stretcher. He was glad he'd followed up on his urge to flush out his butt before coming. Like the waxing, a clean butthole seemed unnecessary for a job interview, but for some reason seemed logical. His prudent action had proven a wise choice indeed. He still felt completely full, but when the pussy stretcher was finally fully sheathed inside of him, the strain on his opening lessened. He guessed that was because of the narrowing at the base. It didn't make him feel less violated, but it made the invasion more tolerable. "Oh wow... no problem," Love said. "I bet that slutty hole could take twice that size." "Look how excited he is," Bubbles chirped with joy. "I want to see his lil' pinky guy in Molly's gaper now." "Agreed," fucking Poindexter said and Molly turned back around and got on all fours. Derek didn't need to be told twice. He dropped to his knees behind her, grabbed her hips and entered her in one motion. Derek had fucked girls in the ass before, but this time it was different. There was no tightness to the opening and he felt violated himself. The audience witnessing his shortcomings didn't help either. It was all too much for his confused brain. Three pathetic strokes in and he burst another load. This one barely half the size of the last. "Poor Molly," Bubbles said. "That wasn't even worth taking the pussy stretcher out for. Should I strap one on and give her some real relief?" "Yes go ahead Bubbles," fucking Poindexter said. "Take her to her room and let her pick the shaft. I'll be there shortly." Derek slipped out of Molly with no effort at all. His spent cock quickly shrank to pathetic soft proportions. He reached behind to return the pussy stretcher to Molly Melons before she departed. "Molly won't need that where she's going," Love said. "Leave it where it's at so you know what a real cock is." Derek looked to fucking Poindexter to protest, but the geek quickly silenced him. "Leave it. Love is right, that was a sad performance. I hoped for more out of you." Derek felt crushed by the statement. He had always been so superior to fucking Poindexter when they were growing up. How far he had fallen. "Well he did what you said he should do to get the job," Love said. "Even if it wasn't a very manly effort." "I guess," fucking Poindexter said. "Perhaps I can use the nanobots to adjust that pathetic cock size and we can make some use out of him yet." The relief on Derek's face must have been very apparent because they both laughed at him. It didn't matter. Derek's brothers had assured him whatever he witnessed was truly real. Derek was going to outlive this humiliation and get a giant cock as a reward. Soon he'd be able to satisfy Molly Melons and needy women like Love and Bubbles. "I'm embarrassed for you," Love said. "Put those panties Molly left on to cover that tiny stick. I don't want to see anything but real cock for a while." She stroked fucking Poindexter's huge shaft that hadn't waned even slightly since he first saw it. Derek slid into the panties and tucked his small flaccid cock away. The lacey lingerie was of the thong variety and they made him even more conscious of the pussy stretcher resting inside of him. After he situated himself, he turned back to find Love bent over the table getting fucked vigorously by the geek. "In case you were wondering," Love said with some difficulty between powerful thrusts. "This is how a real man fucks." "I'll be done in a while," fucking Poindexter said. "Go grab the options one, two, and four boxes on that table over there. Also find the same option boxes for wardrobe, cosmetics, toys and jewelry. Love needs supplies. She is going to spend the next week with you getting you ready for initiation into my service." Derek was ecstatic. He was as good as in. One look at Love getting plowed and he knew he'd be doing the same soon. All he had to do was do as he was asked until fucking Poindexter scienced him a huge cock. Then he'd pile drive Love, Bubbles and Molly Melons like a real man. Living with Love for a week waiting for that to happen would undoubtedly be difficult. Derek didn't have any supplies for women in her apartment. Besides a handful of rubbers and a few extra toothbrushes, it was not set up for female visits. At least fucking Poindexter seemed to be considerate of their needs. He had supplies ready. The option one boxes were lavender. Option two boxes were pink and heavily perfumed. Each option four box was black and heavy. He gathered them by the door and returned to find the couple still fucking. Derek felt a little odd standing there as fucking Poindexter pounded her snatch. She was in the midst of what must have been an intense orgasm. It was very erotic and Derek felt his cock start to stiffen in his panties. Just as he realized this, he began to blush. Love looked at him then and shot him a sly smile. She locked gaze with him and refused to look away as fucking Poindexter sawed into her. Each primitive stroke sent a look of passion across her face. She was in total bliss. Derek couldn't do that to a woman on his best day... yet. Finally after almost an hour, fucking Poindexter pulled out of her, leaned forward and shot a river of cum along her spine. It ran almost like a stream from the small of her back to her neck. The load was easily a hundred times the volume Derek had produced. There was nothing to do but look on in awe. "Well don't just stand there looking like an idiot," Love said. "If you're gonna watch, you need to help clean up." Derek didn't know what he was thinking. Of course he had to help her out. She was going to help him all week after all. He walked over and felt his tiny cock stiffen against the lace. Slowly and methodically, he began to lick up the salty river. As he carried on with his duty, fucking Poindexter addressed him. "There might be hope for you yet Derek. This next week will show how willing you are to work for me. I could, of course, enact all of the training you'll need with a thought. Shaping you into exactly the employee I can use isn't hard, but I already have an endless supply of those. I order it and the nanobots make it so. I have found that I bore of such things. There is no challenge, so you will need to prove yourself worthy of my time. "To do so, you'll need to prove yourself worthy of Love's time. I've tweaked her personality, but left her mostly intact. Society's rules don't bind or apply to her anymore. Preexisting taboos don't disgust her in any way, so she won't shy from shaping you against the grain of common acceptance. "She has a few loose templates of what you can become. How you get there is up to the both of you. The outcome you both choose will shape the rest of your life. Do it to the best of your ability. You, your family and I are going to do great things together. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in the mood to wear Bubbles like a meat puppet. I'll see you in a week. Enjoy whatever changes the two of you decide on. I can hardly wait to see the new you." With that fucking Poindexter strode off naked to the other room. From Derek's vantage point of consuming the last drops of cum off Love's back, he was pretty sure the geek's monster cock never drooped once. Once the seed was gone, Love stood. She pointed to the boxes and announced they were leaving. Derek went for his pants expecting Love to get similarly dressed. "Leave them," she said. "We don't want people to miss seeing your panties, and rest assured they won't pay me any mind. That is unless I want them to." Derek complied with her orders and picked up the big stack of boxes. She led him out the door and they loaded the supplies into his car. Soon they were speeding away into the night. "I know today has been an interesting day for you," Love said. "Before we go too far, I want to lay down some ground rules for the coming week. You will comply with these rules or I will inform Master that you are untrainable. Untrainable potential employees are released from service with prejudice. Your brothers made it through the initiation, so I'm sure you have it in you to do the same. Don't prove me wrong." "Rule one. I refer to Danny Laemon as Master. For purposes of this initiation you will do so as well. For that matter, you will no longer know him by any other name. When you hear his real name, it will register, but you are unable to say it. What is his name?" Derek said, "Master," but laughed inside. He had always known Master by the name Master. She could tell him to call him Master, but he'd secretly know his name was really Master. "Very Good. Rule two. You earn your status. In case you were wondering, your performance tonight was beyond pathetic. You are not a man. Say it." "I am not a man," Derek said. "Very good. One of the first things you've done well tonight. Your understandings of your failings must be very apparent to you. So since you are not a man, you are something else. I can tell by looking at you that you are not a woman either. Women are beautiful. Your shape and little stick are not pleasing to the eye. You are not a woman. Say it." "I am not a woman," Derek said. "Very good. Now transsexuals have pleasing shapes. They just have man bits of varying size. Even little sticks are cute on them because they have a womanly shape. You don't have a womanly shape. We've already established this. You are not a transsexual. Say it." "I am not a transsexual," Derek said. "Very good. The next option is a being with both manish and womanish qualities, but lacks the shape of either. We know you lack the shape of a woman. After tonight, you should realize your little stick lacks a man's shape as well. You have a newborn boy's shape, hairless body and genitals, but your pussy is stuffed and stretched. You also lap up cum like a hungry woman slut. Clearly you are an incomplete mixture of each gender. My term for such a person is sissy. You are a sissy. Say it." Derek didn't like what he was hearing, but he would earn his way to being a true man. He sucked up his current reality and said. "I am a sissy." "Yes you are," Love said. "To reiterate rule number two. The status you've earned yourself to start is that of a sissy. "Rule number three. You will accept who you are as you continue on your journey. You are not a man, so you can no longer think of yourself as a man. That right must be earned, if it is earned at all. If it is not, there will be no regret as you were never a man to begin with. You are currently a sissy. You might become a man. You might become a woman. It doesn't matter right now because you are and always have been a sissy. Say it." Derek didn't understand why he had to point out the obvious. She knew he'd always been a sissy. What good did the affirmation do? "I am and always have been a sissy." "Very good," Love said. "As a sissy, you are lost between genders. You can't function as either gender acceptably. You don't know how to act, dress or function. Your body is clay, but you are incapable of molding yourself into anything recognizable to others. You can't shape yourself. Say it." "I can't shape myself," Derek said. "Of course you can't," Love purred. "That's why Master asked me to help you. I'm a beautiful woman. I know what a woman is, a man shape should be and everything in-between. I am not lost. I can shape you. Say it." "You can shape me," Derek said. "I can shape you and I will. That means I am your guide. More than a guide, you trust me to make decisions for you where needed. I hold a place of unlimited respect in your heart. One could even say I rule you. Wouldn't you agree?" It all made perfect sense to Derek. "I agree." "Wonderful," Love chimed. "As a kind of ruler, it's only proper that you address me with titles of respect. So from this moment on, Rule number four is this: you will address me as either Mistress Love or my Queen. For that matter, you will no longer know me by any other names. What is my name?" "It is Mistress Love, my Queen," Derek said. "It is indeed," Mistress Love said. "Now... As your Queen, I must train you to live as a man, woman or some successful combination of both. From past experiences, I don't feel you are capable of functioning as a man. Do you trust my judgment on this?" "I trust you Mistress Love," Derek confirmed. "Very good," Mistress Love said. "So as this week begins, it is my decision to begin training your sissy body to be more like that of a woman. We'll leave your little man stick there just in case, but a sissy really should have a womanly shape. I know of what I speak. Don't you agree?" Derek trusted Mistress Love. If she felt a womanly shape was needed, it must be the case. "I agree," Derek said. "Very good," Mistress Love smiled. "That is my decision. Now it must be yours. If you trust your Queen, verbally confirm that you wish to be more womanly and Master's nanobots will start certain transformations. We will tweak your form as needed, but Master wants the transformation confirmations to come from your own lips." Derek could tell Mistress Love wished to help. Being lost as a genderless sissy was confusing. Mistress Love had given a path. She must have seen more womanly possibilities than male. As a sissy, those decisions were over one's head. Why not try functioning with the curves of a womanly form? It served as much purpose as attempting to be a man and she admits that the male gender is probably beyond his reach as a sissy. "I wish to have a more womanly form," Derek said. Upon confirmation, Derek could almost feel a change in her disposition. She could somehow feel the nanobots rework every aspect of her being. "Wonderful," Mistress Love said. "One last rule for tonight. As a sissy trying to mimic a woman, you should embrace all that is feminine. Otherwise a sissy is just confused. Derek is an ugly girl's name. It is not fitting to the sissy girl you've agreed to become. You've agreed to let me play with you. You are my little sissy doll and should be known as such. Rule number five: You are now and always have been Dolly. Say it." Dolly wondered what this silly rule was about. She knew her name. Sometimes Mistress Love was so confusing. "I am and always have been Dolly." "Of course you are Dolly," Mistress Love purred. "Of course you are." They drove the rest of the way to Dolly's apartment in silence. Once there, Mistress Love had Dolly carry the boxes inside. While Dolly drew a curious look from a neighbor several doors down, Mistress Love garnished no attention as she strode naked through the door. It was like the beauty was invisible to all but the two of them. It was their loss, because the sight did get a reaction from Dolly. She could feel a stirring in her sissy man bits. Her panties pulled forward making her even more aware of the pussy stretcher as the thong slid across its base. Dolly adjusted her walking style to try and accommodate the different sensations, but had little success. Mistress Love must have noticed her predicament. She smiled wryly and said, "Naughty girl. See what thinking with your little stick will do? That isn't how a lady walks at all. We have our work cut out for us it appears." "Yes Mistress Love," Dolly felt compelled to reply. "I'm sorry my Queen." "It is alright Dolly," Mistress Love said. "A sissy must be trained. You have much to learn and we still have much to decide about what to do with your tiny bits." Dolly hadn't considered what would happen with her tiny bits now that she wanted to be more womanly. She knew she had wanted a giant cock, but that seemed kind of silly if she was to pursue being a girl. The confusion must have been apparent on her face, because Mistress Love laughed. "Don't fret Dolly. Those are decisions for tomorrow. For now... lay down where you are and sleep." Dolly wasn't really tired, but she supposed it couldn't hurt to rest. She would have thought her bed was a better place to sleep. That didn't stop her from stretching out on her living room floor as she was told. She doubted she'd be able to drift off anytime soon, but the moment she closed her eyes, she slept. Dolly didn't know when she woke. She was just suddenly wide awake and aware. Her dreams had been very confusing and erotic. Constantly aroused and offered unending amounts of holes to fuck, she somehow could never quite manage to stuff any. Her man bits had ranged in size from tiny and limp to a monster that would rival Master's. No matter the size, she couldn't seem to wield the cock. Given every opportunity as girl after girl offered themselves to her, she somehow failed. She remembered pride over one particular monster erection, but when it came time to perform she fumbled while trying to put it in. A group had gathered to watch her pound the naked beauty, but they ended up laughing at her instead. "It's not your nature," Molly Melons told her. "The size doesn't matter. You don't have the ability to wield it." "Big or small, you defiantly don't have the makings of a man," Bubbles confirmed. "Look. Even your man parts agree with me." Dolly looked at the proud monster throbbing in her grip. It went limp and shrunk to the size of her pinky before her eyes. She tried tugging and stroking to get back the massive girth, but the tiny limp stick wouldn't respond. "Mistress Love is right it would seem," Molly Melons said. "You are a pathetic sissy, better off a sissy girl than a man." Dolly had started to cry as her audience continued to taunt her. Laughing and pointing they belittled her man bits. Dolly wanted to scream at them, but they were right. Mistress Love was right. She only failed at any attempts at anything manly. "Don't worry Dolly," Mistress Love whispered into her ear. "That's why you're working towards a womanly form. If you can't bring pleasure through your own little stick, there are other ways to receive sexual pleasure." With that she pushed on the hilt of Dolly's pussy stretcher and she awoke with a start. Dolly was alone on the floor and it was quiet. Mistress Love was nowhere to be seen. Pushing herself to her feet, Dolly decided it was time to make her morning water. She crossed the room and entered the bathroom to stand in front of the toilet. Pulling down her panties, her little stick fit easily in her hand. Taking a deep breath, she began to pee. "Stop that this instant," Mistress Love said from somewhere behind her. Despite being startled and the difficulty of stopping mid-stream, Dolly pinched off the flow. "Sissy," Mistress Love said. "It seems as if we need to make another rule. Does what you were doing seem womanly? You agreed to undertake that journey, yet here you go acting like a pig of a man. Rule number six: You have always and will always sit when you pee. You know no other way. Say it." Dolly looked down at the man bits in her hand and wondered what she was doing. She quickly seated herself and pushed her little stick downward. As she continued to make her morning water, she said, "I have and will always sit to pee." "Very good," Mistress Love said. "When you are done, why don't you strip off everything and come into the living room so we can have a look at you. Oh... leave the pussy stretcher in. It does wonders for one's posture." It didn't take long to finish. Afterwards Dolly stripped which also didn't take long. She had only been wearing panties and the same t- shirt from the night before. Once they were removed, she went to meet her Queen. Mistress Love was sitting back on the couch naked. One leg was hiked up on the seat and she was diddling herself. Dolly looked at her and then looked away quickly blushing. She saw Mistress Love smile before she fully looked away. "There are lots of ways to achieve pleasure Dolly," her Queen said. "Master's huge cock is only one of them. I miss his throbbing member, so I'm using another method. There are many ways to pleasure both women and men. That's lucky for you. We know you fall short in the manly category." Dolly blushed. She knew her short comings, but she thought she had a solution. "Master said we could alter my size. I don't have to be tiny." "Oh it's true," Mistress Love said. "Given a little time, the nanobots could stimulate growth and you'd have an actual cock instead of your tiny stick. We might even give that a try if we find it's in your nature, but you are a sissy, not a man. First we must understand whether you're more suited as a woman or a man. Perhaps you're something in-between. I've already seen you fail as a man, so we agreed to start by studying your feminine nature. Don't you remember?" It was all true and the decision made sense. "I remember," Dolly confirmed. "Very good," Mistress Love said. "If you'd forgotten, the changes that happened as you slept might truly shock you. It takes days for the nanobots to fully enact all of the physical alterations you asked for, but they are already somewhat apparent. Hadn't you noticed?" Changes? Dolly hadn't noticed. She looked down trying to discern what had happened and looked up in surprise. "I have breasts." "You have titties," Mistress Love corrected. "Albeit small ones. Barely an A cup actually. Your titties will grow and become a great source of pride for you. The nanobots are moving fat deposits around in your body. That small gut you had will soon be all tits and ass. As will most of your previous muscle mass. A sissy girl doesn't need bulk, so the nanobots will break down the muscle and then store the resulting unused energy as new fat. You do have about 70lbs to shed." It was all too much for Dolly. She agreed to become more womanly, but what she was talking about sounded extreme. She began to cry. "Oh look... tears of joy," Mistress Love said. "How happy you must be to finally realize what you were meant to be. A sissy pretending and failing to be a man for so many years must have been so difficult on you. Well soon those will be just bad memories and you'll understand a different way. A better way." "A better way?" Dolly said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Indeed," her Queen answered. "I'm a real girl. I know what I'm talking about. Soon your body will rival that of mine. Your torso and ribcage are narrowing. As is that silly man waist of yours. You've already lost a few inches there as you slept. It'll be wasplike and feminine in no time. The hips are reshaping too. The nanobots will mold the bone to give you a woman's hips. Your curves will be amazing." "It sounds so drastic," Dolly said. "So permanent." "And why wouldn't you want it to be permanent?" Mistress Love scolded. Then she softened a little. "Don't fret. The nanobots can just as easily reverse the process if you decide to. I just don't know why you would. The female form is a thing of beauty. Your sissy form is ugly and grotesque. Even now your little stick is more feminine than masculine. This is what you were born to be. You simply got confused along the way. Say it." Knowing that she could always become something else eased Dolly's mind. Mistress Love seemed convinced that she'd make a better woman than man, so there seemed no harm in finding out. She agreed. "I was born to be a woman." "Correction," Mistress Love said. "You were born to be womanly. You are nothing but a sissy. A sissy is neither a man or a woman. The nanobots are powerful, but they can't fully transform you into a real girl." "But I could become a real man," Dolly argued. "One would think," Mistress Love said. "Sadly sissy it isn't true. It wasn't your little girly stick that made you inadequate as a man. Oh it was a big part of it, but your mind made you a sissy. I saw the gender confusion last night as you licked up Master's cum. That is what cuckolds do and cuckolds know they can't function as real men. So the nanobots could no sooner make you a real man than a real girl. Master wants you to discover which you are better suited for and let the machines shape you the best they can so you can successfully pretend... as the best sissies do." Was it true? Dolly did lick up the loads last night without a second thought. She also performed terribly in front of their Master. Perhaps she'd be a better girl. "But I like girls..." "As do I," Mistress Love said. "Who wouldn't? We're beautiful to behold. You like girls and eating cum. We can work with that. Who knows what else you'll find that you enjoy. "Now I'm sick of this whining. Today is about you accepting the changes you are undertaking. You like girls and that seems to be your big hang- up to becoming more like one. Admit you are my little lesbian and I'll spend the day instructing you how to properly satisfy a woman with your new form. My pussy and ass are waiting for your reply." Mistress Love was offering sex? She was a goddess. Of course she'd be her little lesbian. Dolly felt her little stick harden. "I am your little lesbian," she said. "Not with that tiny stick you aren't," Mistress Love pointed as she laughed. "I said lesbian. Those are man bits and pathetic bits at that. You must learn to use your actual talents. Crawl over here and repeat those words to my beautiful pussy. Then I will instruct you on how to properly munch the box of your Queen." The humiliation stung, but it only made Dolly's little stick grow harder. She remembered her failings and remembered Master's monster pounding her Queen. It was obvious Dolly couldn't compete with that, so she dropped to her knees and crawled. Mistress Love spread her legs even more and soon Dolly was a mere inch away from her pussy. "I am your little lesbian." "Better," her Queen said. "Now when you serve a real woman, you must understand their perfection vs. your imperfection. No matter how hard you try, you will always fall short of having your own real pussy. Such is your curse as a sissy because a real pussy is a thing of beauty. You must tell it so. Let it know how you wish you could be so perfect yourself. You will ask for the honor of making love to it with your mouth. It should feel your longing, desire and envy with every hot breath and lick. Be conscious of what makes the pussy happy and comply with both its and my instructions. Constantly adjust to make the pussy happy. And now... begin." Dolly could feel the heat radiating from Mistress Love's box. The smell of her sex was strong in her nose. It was, as her Queen said, a beautiful thing. Dolly wanted her badly. Her little stick throbbed useless between her own legs. If she could learn to bring pleasure another way and alleviate the humiliation of her inferior man bits, she would. "Your pussy is perfection," Dolly said. "It is the definition of beauty. It is a true temple for Master's cock and rightfully a forbidden palace for my pathetic comparison. I wish I had an object of such desire, of such beauty. Please allow me the honor of worshiping you with these lips. I will adore you with my tongue. Please teach me how to be a proper lesbian." "Very good," Mistress Love said. "You may kiss it and begin." Dolly kissed and for several hours, she learned how to properly eat a woman out. Mistress Love was insatiable and soon Dolly developed technique and tricks to feed her Queen's appetites. She wasn't sure, but Dolly felt her tongue was longer and her lips fuller than before. There was also no hair on her face. Even yesterday there had been stubble, but both the pussy and Dolly's face were as smooth as silk. "We'll make a proper carpet muncher out of you yet," her Queen said at one point. "You're doing well. My beautiful pussy seems to have a jealous neighbor though. You really should make peace between the two by sharing your new learned experiences." With that she hiked up her hips and rested her asshole right at Dolly's lips. Dolly's jaw hurt from the constant service, but she complied. She stuck out her tongue and licked her Queen's pucker. The hips dropped down out of reach. "Sissy! Have you learned nothing?" Mistress Love scolded. "A real woman's rosebud is as beautiful as a pussy. It should be treated with all the same love and respect you gave its neighbor. "Lay down on your back," Mistress Love instructed. She then straddled Dolly's prone face in reverse cowgirl position. The asshole once more came to rest an inch from her. "Now begin again." Dolly began a proper introduction. "I apologize for my rushed behavior. My Queen has such a gorgeous asshole," Dolly said. "It's a beautiful little starfish deserving all the love and affection I can give. I see the allure of such a pristine opening and strive to have my own look as desirable. Please allow me the honor of worshiping you with these lips. I will adore you with my hungry tongue. Please teach me how to be a proper asslicker." "Better," Mistress Love said. "You may kiss it and commence." Dolly lightly kissed the pucker and then went about learning how to properly orally service the back door. It was a more fickle hole than the beautiful pussy, much more greedy for length and invasion. Soon Dolly developed some techniques that seemed to please her Queen. That was when Mistress Love gripped the base of Dolly's pussy stretcher and began to slide it in an out. The suddenness of the involuntary motion caused Dolly to go temporarily rigid with shock. It hurt at first. Having sat undisturbed for so many hours, the muscles in her butt had grown accustomed to its position. The toy was very well lubed though, so the pain quickly subsided to be replaced with intense pleasure. Mistress Love adjusted the angle and speed as she pumped the pussy stretcher. Dolly found herself adjusting the timing of her analingus to match. She became aware that her Queen was giving her instructions through the pussy stretcher. "You are doing well sissy girl," Mistress Love said. "See how pleasurable the role of a woman can be? You're being fucked like the sissy girl you are not doing the fucking like a real man. I can tell by your response that you are enjoying yourself immensely. All the while your worthless man bits are excited but as useless as ever." It was true. Dolly felt really good. Her senses were overwhelmed. Her Queen's pucker kept her focused as the pussy stretcher sawed away at any manly notions she might consider having. "Master calls it a pussy stretcher," Mistress Love said. "To a sissy girl, her ass has two roles. It is both her ass and her pussy, so it is a fitting name. I can see how the pussy stretching name could be confusing to you though. So here's what we'll do. From now on we'll just call your asshole your pussy. Then the name pussy stretcher makes more sense. Rule number seven: Your asshole is your pussy. You will always refer to it as such and that helps you feel more pride at being girly. Say it." "My pussy is my pussy and it makes me feel girly," Dolly said taking a small break from her Queen's ass. She didn't even realize her failed attempt to call the opening her asshole one final time. "Very good sissy girl," Mistress Love said. "It is now and forever your pussy and I know for a fact that pussies like to get fucked. I can tell your pussy is no different. It's even more obvious to me that you make a better sissy girl than a sissy boy. Wouldn't you agree?" Her Queen seemed happy and what she said seemed logical. Having her pussy fucked by the pussy stretcher was incredibly pleasurable. Her failings at quality fucking with her man bits were glaring by comparison. Mistress Love was right in helping her become more womanly. "Yes my Queen," Dolly said. "I am better at being a sissy girl." Upon admitting that, Dolly felt a surprise orgasm sneak up on her. Her manbits twitched and dribbled out a small load. As it was happening Mistress Love drove the pussy stretcher deep into her pussy and let go. "Well look at that," Mistress Love said as she removed herself from Dolly's face. "Sissy girl liked getting fucked a whole lot. She came without touching her little stick. So feminine." Dolly flushed. Mistress Love gathered the seed up with one index finger. She studied it for a second before placing the finger in Dolly's mouth. Compliantly, Dolly closed her lips around it and sucked. As she did, Mistress Love pushed and pulled the finger like she was fucking Dolly's mouth. Dolly was sure she flushed even more. "Very good," Mistress Love said before withdrawing her finger. "A sissy's other pussy is her mouth. We'll get to that later though. First we need to talk about what just happened with your lil'bits. Go get the option two boxes and set them on the couch." Dolly stood and complied. Soon the pink boxes were spread out in front of them. Mistress Love opened one and dug through its contents until she found what she was looking for. Unable to see what it was, Dolly stood patiently waiting. "It is only natural for a woman to cum when being properly fucked," her Queen said. "A woman knows what a good fucking is and how to respond. It is clear sissy girl, you do not know. It was clear last night when you tried fucking as a sissy boy and the same remains true when you're getting fucked as a sissy girl. Timing is everything, and you don't have any control. Say it." Each orgasm had snuck up on Dolly. They erupted on their own without hardly any warning. Dolly obviously had no control over them. "Timing is everything and I have no control." "You don't," Mistress Love confirmed. "Together we will fix that and make you the best sissy girl you can be. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Dolly was tired of feeling inadequate. She wanted to be the best at something. "Oh yes Mistress Love. I do." "Very good," Mistress Love said. "Well we only have a week to get you ready, so our options are limited. Normally I'd teach you how to edge and build up control through stamina. We just don't have the time. Nor do I think you'd be very good at it. You're lil'bits are so out of control." Dolly flushed. She knew her lil'bits were pathetic, but surely they could be taught control. There had to be something they could do. "Don't fret," Mistress Love said. "I have a quicker and even more visually pleasing solution. We're both embarrassed and disappointed by the display your lil'bits have put on. So I think the easiest way to control them is to restrict and hide them." She held out a small metallic pink tube. It was barely an inch long and half an inch wide. Open along one side and the tube appeared to be able to be pinched shut making it even narrower. "When something isn't pretty, we can adorn it with something that is," Mistress Love said. "This will have the effect of controlling your lil'bits and making everything more presentable at the same time. Win win wouldn't you agree?" Dolly wasn't quite sure she understood or agreed, but Mistress Love seemed to know what she was doing. She fearfully gazed at the small tube and said, "Yes my Queen." "Good. Now stand still, look forward and stay limp," she ordered. Then she went to her knees and began tugging this way and that on Dolly's lil'bits. "You probably didn't notice since it was so small to start with, but the nanobots were already making your bits daintier and cuter. When limp this tube is the perfect size for your tiny shaft. It's still a very very tight fit. I'm sure this would be painful, but the nanobots have numbed the area. Master is so thoughtful." Mistress Love toiled with the task for several minutes before Dolly heard two decisive and foreboding clicks. Dolly saw her lean back with a huge smile on her face as she stood. "There. Much prettier now," Mistress Love said. "You may look." Dolly looked down on her imprisoned lil'bits. The tiny tube covered the entire length of her limp shaft. The mushroom head of her lil'bits poked out, but it was considerably smaller than she remembered. Engraved into the metal was the word "clitty" in a flowery font. "Clitty?" Dolly asked. "Well it was on the tube," Mistress Love said. "Sissy girls are known to refer to their lil'bits as clitties. It helps them accept their role as little ladies. As a matter of fact, it does look a little like a clitty. I think we should continue the tradition. We should consider your man bits lady bits from now on. Rule number eight: Your little stick is your clitty. It has always been your clitty and you don't know it by any other name. Say it." "My clitty is my clitty," Dolly said. "And such a pretty clitty it is now with its pink coat," Mistress Love said. "You probably couldn't feel it thanks to the nanobots, but two piercings will keep the tube in place. The clasps go through the flesh along the bottom of your clitty. The clicks you heard were the clasps ends expanding to permanently keep it in place. No keys needed. Isn't that wonderful? You never have to worry about it falling off or being stolen. From now on your clitty will stay permanently limp and a mere inch long. How precious." Dolly was forced to realize the implications of that statement. Her clitty would never get hard again. She was for all practical purposes without any functioning man parts anymore. "We've almost got your bits under control," Mistress Love continued. "All that's left are those confusing bits underneath. On men they're called balls. They're a thing of pride, on display for the world to see. On a sissy, they're an eyesore. Wouldn't you agree?" Dolly had forgotten about those bits. They propped up her clitty. They were small and Dolly didn't think they were too much of an eyesore. Perhaps they did look out of place in context with the pink clitty tube. She wondered what they could do about that. "Yes the bits do seem odd." "That's because you're a sissy girl, not a sissy boy," Mistress Love said. "Those are boy bits and you have a clitty. Well a womanly form knows better than to keep her complementary bits on the outside. We keep our ovaries safe and inside where it's warm. You never hear a woman complaining about freezing her balls off." Dolly understood the logic in that, so she nodded her head. "Well as a sissy girl, you should do your best to mimic a real girl's form," Mistress Love continued. "A real girl has ovaries, so your bits should follow their lead." With that Mistress Love carefully pushed the two bits up into a couple of cavities just above Dolly's clitty. There she held them in place. "Lie down Dolly," Mistress Love instructed. "It will take the nanobots some time to secure the tiny things inside. While they do, I will cut off the worthless sack that held them. I think it would take too long for the machines to make it all pretty otherwise. I'll just leave them with one little scar to stitch back together. They should be able to heal the wound while you rest. When you wake, you'll be so pretty down there that you'll almost feel like a real girl. Sleep now. Dolly was thinking of protesting. She wanted to be womanly, but a sissy could still have man bits. Her clitty did look pretty, but the other act scared her. Not knowing a better solution made her kept silent and the decision was final once she was told to sleep. Her eyes closed and she shifted to the world of dreams. A well hung man that was fucking Molly Melons pulled out at just the last minute and shot his load. Dolly thought for an instant that she might try and move out of the way of the flying jizz, but she was in the lower part of the 69 position with Molly. There was nowhere for her to go. Half the man's monster load sprayed onto Molly's used pussy. The rest seemed to have been purposefully aimed at Dolly's face. Dolly knew something was wrong with that, but she couldn't quite figure out what. Instead she went to work licking the load off Molly's sweet pussy. The man would probably want to fuck her again soon, so Dolly wanted to tongue her for as long as possible before that. "Wake up lazy girl," a distant voice ordered. Even in dreams, Dolly recognized the voice of her Queen. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Mistress Love hovering above her prone form. "There you are sleepy head," Mistress Love said. "Two full days of sleeping. That must have been a very good dream. Were you getting fully stuffed with giant cocks?" The fact that she had been sleeping for two days was lost on her, Dolly was repulsed by the idea of being stuffed with dick. She said, "No my Queen. I don't like cocks." "You like to fuck don't you?" Mistress Love asked. "Yes, but I don't like cocks," Dolly almost pouted. "Of course you do silly girl," Mistress Love said. "Just because you paraded around with pathetic man bits doesn't mean they're all worthless. It's perfectly fine to admire a big proud cock that fucks hard and brings pleasure. You fantasized about that when you were pretending to be a boy. Even then you knew cocks fuck pussy. Say it." Dolly knew it was true. That was what fucking was. "Cocks fuck pussy," Dolly said. "Exactly," Mistress Love said. "You wanted to fuck like a bull. I watched you try and fail. It was then that we realized you weren't a man but a sissy. No sissy has a big proud cock. They have pathetic man bits or clitties. What do you have?" "I have a clitty, my Queen," Dolly admitted. "And a cute little clitty at that," Mistress Love said. "So you don't have a cock. Thus if cocks fuck pussy, you obviously can't fuck one." Dolly knew the truth in those words. With her clitty locked in the tube, there was no way she could ever fuck a woman with it. "Where's your pussy stretcher?" Mistress Love asked. "In my pussy, my Queen," Dolly said. "That's right... we discovered you have a pussy," Mistress Love said. "We've already determined that cocks fuck pussy. It must be obvious to you. You're a sissy girl with a pussy. Sissy girls don't do the fucking... they have pussies and pussies get fucked. What fucks a pussy?" "Cocks fuck pussy, my Queen." "Well Master's employees must be willing to fuck at any time," Mistress Love said. "I know you want this job. You've committed to it in so many ways already. So... since you're going to be doing a lot of fucking, what's going into your pussy?" "Cocks, my Queen?" "Cocks indeed," Mistress Love said triumphantly. "You are going to fuck lots and lots of cocks." Dolly wasn't really pleased with the idea. It had been pleasurable when Mistress Love had stimulated her with the pussy stretcher, but that wasn't a real cock. Real cocks were attached to real men and Dolly didn't like the idea of having sex with men. "Mistress Love, I don't think I want to be a sissy girl," Dolly said. "You don't?" Mistress Love said as she raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well I think it's a little too late for that now Dolly. You've been so busy pretending you don't want cock that you haven't seen the wonderful changes that have happened to your body during your long sleep. There's no way you can pretend to be a sissy boy anymore. Why don't you stand up and let's have a look at the new you." Fear crept into Dolly's mind as she sat up before she stood. Weight shifted around on her chest like someone had put something heavy on her as she slept. The weight didn't fall off as she sat though. Instead it distributed and pulled down and forward on her torso. She felt the strain as her skin tightened across her chest and shoulders to hold the unaccustomed weight. The sheet that had been covering her slid across the shapes and dropped to her lap. She knew what was there before she looked. The only question that ran through her brain was how large her titties actually were. As her eyes fell down to gaze on the large orbs, she saw her dainty hands come up to cup them. She pulled the orbs towards her chest and the flesh was squishy but firm in her grip. Her hands couldn't begin to cover the globes. Instead flesh pillowed out around her fingers. "How big are my titties?" Dolly asked. "I'd say a perfect set of natural double D's," her Queen said. "They are amazingly well shaped and firm. It's going to be hard for you to keep those cocks you're so afraid of from wanting to be wrapped in a passionate tittie fuck." Still fondling and studying her new titties, Dolly shifted her weight under her and stood. As she did, she noticed her butt felt more padded and her balance seemed a little off. She shifted her weight from leg to leg for a few seconds trying to grow accustomed to her body's new weight distribution. While finding the right way to properly stand, long blonde hair came tumbling into her view. At first she thought that her Queen had put a wig on her, but when she released her titties to grope at the hair, it was held firmly in place. "You are a blonde now," Mistress Love said. "I really don't know how they do it, but those lovely little nanos started those golden tresses growing at an amazing rate. It shows no sign of stopping. Why don't you walk over to the bathroom and have a look in the mirror." Dolly had to admit, she was curious to see her reflection. The changes seemed so dramatic, that she was sure she must look like some kind of freak. As she began to walk, she found the movement a little awkward. She didn't stumble and fall, but the change in weight distribution must have affected her. "Titties, a badonkadonk and having your hip bones reshaped have made you clumsy girl, but don't worry... we'll have you in heels swaying that ass in no time," Mistress Love said. To emphasize the point, she gave Dolly's right ass cheek a good slap causing Dolly to jump and jiggle. Blushing, Dolly tried to hurry to the bathroom. The entire trip felt odd. She found she needed to hold her titties against her chest because they bounced so much as she moved. Her legs also rubbed together in a way they never had before. All in all it was a very unnatural feeling experiment. She didn't know for sure what she expected to see in the mirror, but she was kind of imagined her confused man face on a Frankenstein tranny body. What she saw was anything but male. There wasn't a single angle, shape or curve left on her body that would suggest she'd once been born a boy. Even her little clitty looked almost feminine locked in its pink clitty tube. "I look just like a girl," Dolly said. "That's because you are a girl," Mistress Love said. "A sissy girl anyways... All sissy girls should be so lucky." Dolly couldn't disagree. The little nanobots had turned her into a wet dream. Her titties seemed perfectly round and appeared to defy gravity. She was surprised to see how much narrower her ribcage had become underneath. All the muscle that had made her sissy man chest V was now either softened or gone altogether. It was the torso of a young woman and it flowed into a ridiculously slim waist. If she hadn't been standing there naked, she'd have sworn she must be wearing a corset. Seeing her hips and legs, Dolly understood why she was having such a hard time walking. They curved out into what could only be called feminine hips before tapering into long slender legs. What had once been a muscular sense of pride was now long, smooth and elegant. She had to learn to walk without the strength she once possessed. That strength seemed to be gone everywhere she looked. Everything was more slender and smooth. Dolly judged her height to be the same, but her neck and limbs looked so much longer without the accompanying mass. They'd not only given her a perfect feminine figure, but they also changed her face almost beyond recognition. Dolly could still see traces of her old self, but the likeness would be lost on others. Even her family would only see the angelic face of a wanton bimbo. The once proud jawline had softened and her cheekbones had filled out. Where her face had once been angular, it was now heart shaped and smooth. Her eyes appeared much bigger than they were before, and she knew she wasn't imagining the longer fuller lashes. The nanos must have given those a work-over too. Dolly had never liked her nose when she pretended to be a man. It was slightly beaked and too wide for her liking. Well it was drastically different now. It was narrow and arched in the opposite direction. The tip was slightly upturned and adorably cute. It made her look years younger. Her lips were full pillows begging to be fucked. When added to the other changes and the flowing blonde hair, Dolly knew she was in trouble. She might want to avoid cocks, but they defiantly wouldn't want to avoid her. The blonde locks were a mess and needed a good cut and styling. Even without proper care, there was no denying that it was gorgeous and full. "You weren't much of a sissy boy," Mistress Love said. "but you're one fuckable tart of a sissy girl." Dolly couldn't disagree. She said, "I look like a bimbo. I look just like Molly Melons." "You know what? You do," Mistress Love said. "Except for the titties. Yours are smaller and natural. She got big fake boobies to make master happy. Other than for that, you could be sisters. That's a good thing cuz she's hot. Everyone wants to fuck her and she gets it all the time. A good sissy girl can only hope for as much." Dolly was scared. She was hoping for the opposite and now she wasn't sure she could prevent it from happening. Not only did she look like a walking wet dream, with her new frame, she couldn't fight off anyone who wanted to take her. Mistress Love snapped Dolly out of her dread by telling her what was going to happen next. Soon Dolly was bent over the sink getting an enema. This was apparently the twice daily way she would clean her pussy from now on. It was a little uncomfortable, but didn't feel too foreign to her. Mistress Love explained this by telling her she'd been receiving them regularly in her sleep. Her Queen apparently had control of nanos that controlled Dolly's body as she slept. She basically sleep walked into the bathroom and let herself be cleaned out. It explained how'd she'd managed to eliminate all her excess weight anyways. The cleaning was followed by a shower, makeup and hair styling lessons, and lessons in lingerie. Mistress Love had her try on set after set of trashy and skimpy lingerie f