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Panic set into my mind. I was half naked. I reached up and touched a firm leather band that was snugly fitted against my neck. I woke up with a headache. That was the first thing I noticed. Opening my eyes I looked around the room. I was in a very comfortable bed. I hand very fine riding pants on and that was it. There was nothing covering my chest. I didn't have any shoes or socks or even a shirt. I reached up to touch a part of my head. There was a bandage there. And a slight hint of distant pain. It was above my forehead up close to the top of my head. I had short blond hair. It was very difficult to think completely clearly. What was my name? Any memories were vague and generalized. I could think of things like the study of Magic Sigils, but there wasn't a single memory of who I was. I couldn't even remember what I looked like. Looking around the room there was a vanity mirror only a short distance from the bed. I felt very weak. My muscles felt very light but also it felt like floating. Getting up from the bed I walked over and sat in the chair in front of the mirror. I put my hands in my lap and look up into the mirror. That was me? I had a collar around my neck. I reached up and touched it again. There was a light tingling in my fingers when I touched the gems. The collar had three gems that were centered directly on the wind pipe of my throat. A white gem. A pink gem. And a red gem. I lifted my chin to see it more clearly. There was a bright lamp burning inside a glass globe mounted on the wall. It was shining into the mirror and set a reflection in the gems that dazzled and sparkled to my eyes. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I had ever seen. I stared at it for several long moments admiring how it shined. Several tears came to my eyes and I blinked. This was allowing me to really see myself. I lowered my chin and really stared deep into the mirror. I had light blue eyes. My face looked young and strong. I looked down at my chest and I could feel my nipples tingling. Where were my breasts? I didn't have any breasts. I reached up and hugged my chest tightly. I couldn't remember if I should have breasts. My eyes had been closed for many moments. I cried staring down while I cupped my chest. I should have breasts I whispered out loud. Saying it out loud made something inside me sparkle like a bright light. I opened my eyes and smiled. I took a deep breath and I felt so much better. It was okay if I didn't have any breasts right now. I would remember what was going on very soon and then I would understand. So right then I decided I wouldn't worry about those kind of things. And then I felt a lot better and I stopped being able to sense the pain near the top of my head. "I must've suffered an accident," I said out loud to the mirror. "They treated me the best that they could. I'm wearing riding pants so perhaps I was thrown from a horse and hit my head." I couldn't remember if I owned any horses. How many summers have I been alive. I couldn't remember my age either. "I have suffered memory loss. I can't make sense of my surroundings and where I am in everything. Why hasn't anyone talked to me yet?" I looked around the room again and saw a single door. I walked over to the door and turned the knob. The knob turned but pulling or pushing did not move it. After a few moments I decided to lay down back on the very comfortable bed. I pulled the finely crafted quilted blanket up to my chin. My head rested on the pillow. The pillow was probably made of something very soft. I didn't close my eyes. I stared at the ceiling. It was ornamented with wood gilding. It made a pattern that showed many types of flowers. The ceiling was beautiful. It was a very soothing pattern. I lay there thinking about what could've happened to me. I know I am wearing something very nice. I am also wearing these pants. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I then took off my pants. I wasn't wearing any panties. I looked down at a penis between my legs. The quilted blanket was pushed to the side now. I was sitting up while laying on the bed. I had a small penis. There was a lot of hair around it, but my legs were smooth. I reached down and ran my hand down between my legs. I shaved my legs. Was that a memory? I could not tell if I was starting to remember something about myself or if I was making something out of nothing. I should be careful in a situation like this one. I don't think I should have a penis. This thought drifted into my head like a cool breeze. I couldn't help but smile. That thought felt really good. I lay down on my side and looked out across the bed. "Where Am I?" I said out loud. I reached down and cupped my penis. I really shouldn't have a penis I thought to myself and felt a wave of pleasure flow down my spine like warm water. And when I said that in my mind. It felt like it opened up memories, but they were very general and I was very happy. I remembered laughing eating at a picnic. I was wearing a very beautiful dress. I remember my mom and dad but I couldn't see their faces. I couldn't remember their names. I remember them hugging me. I remember my mom brushing my hair. I couldn't feel anything between my legs in that moment. There was only a numb tingling. I was staring across the bed. My body felt very weak, and I really started to feel sleepy. I reached down between my legs and noticed that I didn't have any balls. I slowly felt myself again and again but I couldn't find anything. I didn't have any balls. Another wave of warm pleasure flooded down my back and my cheeks felt warm. I couldn't feel or see any cut to show they were taken out. My penis felt really numb and I really didn't care. I pulled the blanket to cover my entire body leaving a small opening at my face to breathe. I closed my eyes and remembered my parents. I couldn't remember their faces. I couldn't remember what they did in their lives. But it made me smile and feel happy to think about them. I fell to sleep and woke up without remembering a dream. I knew that everyone had a dream even if they didn't remember it. That was a memory about something so I could remember that clearly. I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. I looked around and was very surprised. I was startled to see a very pretty woman staring at me from across the room. She was standing in front of the closed door. She wore a white robe that looked like a uniform of a priesthood. She had long blank hair and deep purple eyes. She smiled and that is when I noticed that she was wearing a collar like the one around my neck. "Don't be scared," she said in a singsong voice as if she were talking to a wild pup. "I'm not scared," I said but I was crying. I felt tears running down my cheeks and I heard a sound as they fall onto the bed between my legs. I was leaning towards her as I sat on the bed with my legs crossed. "What happened to me?" I asked her and I noticed that my voice sounded distressed. I was very upset at being confused, but I also felt a distance from this emotion. "First, I want you to know that you are going to be okay, and you are very safe right now. You are here in a very safe place. The collar you're wearing is a conditioning collar. It is so that you are not sad. You could get very depressed because of your injury, and so it is good that you are wearing that collar," the very beautiful woman said and then she walked to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge. She then looked at me very intently. "You are a very special girl," she said, and in that moment it felt like an entirety. What she said was completely true. Her words washed from my entire body. It made me feel like everything, no matter how hard it got, would be okay. I knew I was safe and I was going to be okay. I was a special girl. I couldn't stop crying but I also felt happy. I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared at her over my knees. "I can't remember my name," I said in a whisper. I cleared my throat, and then she smiled at me. "You will remember your name in a few days. Your memories will return and everything will be all right." When she said that I stopped crying. It felt really good to know that I wouldn't be blank. She reached out her left hand and took my right hand in hers. It started to tingle immediately, and I could feel a warm glow flowing into me. It helped me breathe calmly. I wasn't going to cry again if she was holding my hand. There was a connection between us. "You need a lot of rest. You don't need to worry about anything. Your head is healing very well and soon you will feel strong enough to leave this room, but for now you need to rest," she said and then she took her hand away and walked across the room to the door. She turned the knob and pulled open the door. She turned back and smiled at me before she closed the door. I felt very sleepy when the door closed. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I hadn't been awake for very long but I felt very weak and my chin was falling to my chest. I put my head back on the pillow and fell to sleep immediately. I dreamed that night. I dreamed that I was sailing on a boat. I was reading a book and the sun was shining down. I had an umbrella for shade but I hadn't used it once throughout the entire trip. I remember looking out across the open ocean as the ship rocked up and down. I woke up and looked around the room. It was the same except for a bowl of candy in front of the mirror. I hadn't felt hungry this entire time, but looking at that bowl made my mouth water and I noticed that I was drooling just a drop. I wiped my mouth and left the comfortable bed. I was naked. I walked over to the chair in front of the vanity mirror. The candy looked like colorful jellies. I picked up a red one and put it in my mouth. Flavors exploded in my mouth. It felt like I hadn't tasted anything as wonderful as that jelly candy. I closed my eyes and slowly chewed the jelly. My mouth was full of this wonderful flavor. I swallowed and the flavor intensified as it washed down my throat. I took a deep breath. My heart was beating faster. I looked up into the mirror to see myself. I saw how weak I looked. The bandage was changed. I reached up to feel the bandage and there wasn't any pain. I thought about taking the bandage off to see the wound clearly, but I didn't want to ruin all the work whoever put into dressing the bandage. I wouldn't know how to put it back. I looked at the mirror and felt naked. I looked around the room but my riding pants were gone. The room was square. The walls were painted a light blue that turned white as it reached the ceiling. The ceiling was woven with wood gilding that was in a flower pattern. I looked back to the mirror and noticed the collar again. I lifted up my chin to see it clearly. It was beautiful. There was four lamps in the room. They were shining into the mirror and reflecting on my collar. My right hand was feeling the gems. The collar was made of a very soft fabric. The fabric was tight around my neck but it didn't feel uncomfortable at all. It felt very reassuring. It felt like my neck was protected and that made me smile. I slowly moved my neck back and forth to catch the light in the gems. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry that ever existed. It sparkled as I moved my neck. I could see it sparkling in beautiful patterns. I stared into that mirror. The collar was shining in a very beautiful way. It was amazing that they let me wear this collar. They didn't want me to feel sad about getting hurt in the head, and so they gave me this collar. she said it was a conditioning collar. She didn't tell me her name. I didn't know my name. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw her staring at me. I was beautiful. I could see it sparkling and I knew in that moment that I was beautiful. I smiled. I showed my teeth and they were very white and straight. I reached up and touched my nipples. And when I did that, I felt a powerful sparkle splash right behind my eyes. I knew that this was right. My breasts felt hot and warm. I started to rub my nipples with my fingers. I opened my eyes and noticed that I didn't have any breasts. I noticed this and I started to cry. My butt was naked against the padded chair. I could feel the soft furry padding brushing against my skin. "Where are my breasts?" I said out loud to the mirror. Saying that made me stop crying. I felt a lot better and I knew that everything would work out really soon. I didn't need to worry about anything. And when I realized that, I felt really sleepy. I went back to the comfortable bed and pulled the blanket over my body. I fell to sleep immediately. I don't remember my dream, but when I awoke. I felt a warm throbbing in my butt hole. I remember that I hadn't ever gone to pee or poop. I could remember what a girl does when she pees and poops, but I couldn't remember ever peeing or pooping. I looked around the room but there was only one door. There was the mirror and the candy bowl, and the chair. There was the blanket. The floor was a red carpet. I reached up to my ears. I really needed to wear earrings. I knew I would feel so much better if I was wearing earrings. The door opened and she came in again. The door closed behind her as she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. She looked at me. "Are you feeling better?" Her voice sang each word, and it took me a moment to think about the question. "My head doesn't hurt. Do I need this bandage?" I said reaching up to pull at my bandage. She reached out and stopped my hand. "Don't worry about the bandage. I am sure you will only need it for a few more days," she said with a deeply comforting voice. I felt so safe around her. "What is you name?" I asked. She leaned towards me and hugged me. I felt so happy. Someone touched me. I needed someone to touch me. I started to really cry while she was hugging me. She held me for a long time. "My name is Star," she whispered into my ear. The whisper made me shiver with pleasure. I was in love with Star. I didn't want her to ever leave. She was still hugging me and I didn't want her to stop. "I love you," I whispered and she breathed and hugged me a little tighter. "I love you," she whispered back into my ear. It felt like a headache except instead of pain it was pleasure. It was throbbing right behind my forehead. I was breathing faster and I could feel my butthole start to squeeze uncontrollably. I wasn't trying to squeeze my butt. It was happening over and over as she hugged me, and I couldn't help but make a happy sound. I pushed my mouth into her robe and moaned very softly. I was cumming. "Good girl," she whispered into my ear. I made another happy sound and then I felt really light. I don't remember falling to sleep, but I don't remember anything else until I woke up again. I woke up and my chest felt really warm. My nipples were throbbing with every heartbeat. My nipples were very erect. I touched my chest and I could feel it. My breasts were growing! Everything was going to work out. I was supposed to have breasts and they were growing! I was smiling and rubbing my nipples. I'm healing. I reached up to touch the bandage around my head but it was gone. I felt for where it hurt the first day but I couldn't find any spot. My hair was down to my shoulders. I walked over to the mirror to look at my hair. I put one of the candy jellies into my mouth, and savored the taste. It felt amazing sliding down my throat. I ate a second green jelly, and this one tasted completely different from the red ones. The flavors were impossible to describe. The feeling that it was impossible to describe floated inside my head. There was a hairbrush on the desk. I didn't notice the brush until now. I immediately picked it up with my right hand and brushed my hair. My hair brushed very smoothly. I hadn't washed myself but I felt completely clean. I stopped brushing and smelled my arm pit. It didn't smell bad at all. My fingernails were cut perfectly. "I really need to paint my nails," I said out loud. And when I said that, a wave of euphoria flooded down from my head. It made me feel dizzy and really happy. And when I looked again there was a bottle of nail polish. It made me so happy to see it. I can paint my nails. I quickly unfastened the bottle and brushed the shiny pink paint onto each nail. I didn't make a single mistake. They were beautiful. When I finished I stared at them in the mirror. I held my hand up to my neck and touched my collar. My nails were beautiful. It made me cry because I was happy. I was so happy. I turned away from the mirror and walked the few steps back to the bed. I laid down on my back and closed my eyes. I woke up again. My pretty pink nails looked amazing. They were shining in the light. I didn't have any more hair down there around my clitoris. My clitoris has been tingling and tugging inwards every day. This feeling is really comforting and it stays with me all day long. My clitoris was only the size of my thumb and it was getting smaller every day. Everything will really work out. I will remember everything about myself. I don't feel any pain in my head anymore and my clitoris feels good. Was I a boy? This thought bubbled up inside my head, and as soon as I thought it, it made me feel sick to my stomach. That was impossible. I hadn't eaten anything but my tummy felt really upset. I reached down and started to rub my belly. I closed my eyes and smiled. You are a special girl. I heard Star's voice echoing inside my mind. I was remembering what she said to me. The memory felt happy. I was smiling and listening to Star's voice. "You are a special girl," Star said. She was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. I hadn't noticed her enter the room. "I love you," I said starring back into her purple eyes. They were so bright. Star reached out her hand and pulled my head into her lap. I laid my head in her soft lap. She moved her hands in my hair and it felt amazing. "I love you," she said to me. My hair came down to my breasts. I had soft breasts now. They weren't as big as Star's breasts. I had seen Star's breasts? The memory was very generalized and vague. I think I am forgetting things. "I think I am forgetting things," I say to Star. She rubs my ears and I start to cry it feels so good. I'm having small little cummies with my butt and it is really hard not to make too much noise. "I love you Star," I say to Star between moans. I can feel my breasts are leaking milk. Star stops rubbing my head. She lays down on the bed and closes her eyes. I lay down next to her. I can't remember Star ever sleeping with me, but it makes me very happy and very sleepy. I close my eyes and I can immediately feel sleep pulling me down. Star took my hand in her hand and it made me feel safe. I fell to sleep only a moment later. I woke up the next day and there was a dress in the room. I had been naked for a long time. The dress looked very pretty. It had a very short skirt. It had flower patterns woven into the fabric. There was makeup in front of the mirror on the desk. I sat in front of the mirror and started to apply my complete routine. It felt completely natural and practiced. How many times had I done this? I couldn't remember a single time that there was makeup in the room before now, but I was clearly very practiced. After paying a lot of attention I was finished. I looked amazing. I could really see how beautiful I was. You are a very beautiful girl. I heard this voice whisper into my mind very clearly. It sounded as if someone was whispering right behind me but when I looked there wasn't anyone there. It made me feel a little scared but also it made me feel horny. I could feel I was getting wet between my legs. My clitoris was dripping. I could feel myself squeezing over and over and a thought was flashing in my mind. I could see myself being penetrated. I have a very wet pussy and I can see it being penetrated in my mind. I can see an erect cock penetrating me. Master's cock. I heard the whisper again and it made me feel really strange. I wanted to cum right then when I heard the words Master's cock. I licked my finger and reached into my panties. I was thinking about master's cock and when I thought about his cock sliding into my pussy it made my heart beat even faster. I really want to cum for master's cock. I was sliding my finger in and out thinking about master's cock. I was laying on the bed again. I was looking at the ceiling. I could feel the makeup on my face. You are a special girl. I heard Star's voice whispering inside my head. And my sense of balance started to spin. My eyes were closed and everything was spinning. I couldn't feel my body anymore. It was hard to think about anything. My butt hole was uncontrollably squeezing over and over. I woke up and I was wearing a soft sleeping gown. There was a dress hanging over the chair. There was a wardrobe in the room and a chest. I walked over to the wardrobe and it was full of beautiful dresses. Each one was stunning and had very intricate designs. The chest was also full of clothes. I hooked my bra. I slipped on my panties. I put on a short floral skirt and a very beautiful pink blouse. There was a book laying open on the desk in front of the mirror. I woke up. I wasn't wearing a shirt. There was a throbbing coming from near the top of my head. I reached up and found a bandage. I was hurt. I pulled away a quilted blanket. I saw that I was wearing riding pants. Did that mean that I fell off of a horse? I tried to think of my name but I couldn't remember. It was just like in the stories where the princess would lose her memories. But I wasn't a girl. You are a girl. I heard a voice in the room and I was startled. I looked around but could not see anyone else besides myself. There was a mirror and a chair and four lights. There was also a closed door, but there wasn't any woman to make that voice. I think I once read about a head injury causing the patient to hear voices. Was that a memory? I couldn't think of any specifics but I was certain that I had read a book in which the character was injured in the head and spoke with voices. "Is anyone there?" I said in a sound that was only barely louder than a whisper. You are a very special girl. The voice spoke again, and it did seem to be coming from right in front of my face. The sound appeared to be coming from inside the room, but it must actually be coming from inside my head. "I'm a boy," I said. I wasn't a boy. I was a man. I pulled down my pants and saw my penis. I had a lot of pubic hair. A penis means that I am a boy. I reached down and touched my soft penis. I reached further down and squeezed my sack but I couldn't feel anything inside. I didn't have any balls. This made me feel very relaxed and happy. Squeezing my empty ball sack made me feel like everything was all right. Everything would be fine and that nothing was too big to overcome. I started to giggle because it felt so good to keep squeezing over and over. My penis was pulling inwards. It felt like it was shrinking in my mind. The pain in my head was completely gone. I knew that everything was going to be okay. I laid down on my side and closed my eyes. I was rubbing my empty ball sack. Why did this make me feel so happy. You have always deeply desired to behave in very feminine ways. This should be scaring me but it isn't. This voice really sounds like she is my friend. But I'm not a girl. "I'm not a girl," I said to the voice. You are a very feminine girl. "I have a penis. I was born..." I couldn't remember where I was born. I couldn't remember if I was really supposed to be a boy. I'm not a boy. I became an adult last year. The memory flashed for only a split second. Then a strange feeling flooded my mind. I couldn't remember how old I was. I knew that last year was the first year that I could marry and start a family by law. The memory was very vague and I couldn't remember any specifics. I knew that the man would need a wife. I was ready to become pregnant. I remember that thought flooding my mind. I needed a boyfriend. I was ready to be married to a man now that I was an adult. Where was I from? "Where am I?" I asked the voice. You are in a safe place. You will love master. The voice sent a chill through my entire body. It felt good. I was a boy. I was supposed to marry a strong woman. My wife would get pregnant. I couldn't remember anything specific from my life. I remember wanting to get pregnant. Did I have a big party? Did anyone come to my birthday parties? My parents flashed in my mind for only a moment, but I couldn't see their faces. I remember them hugging me. "What is my name?" You will remember your name. I couldn't remember my name. I tried really hard but nothing was there. "What is my name?" I asked again. Maybe she would tell me if I kept asking. You will remember your name if you keep trying. "I can't remember anything. I thought I was a boy but you keep telling me I'm a girl. But I clearly have a penis," I pointed down to my penis. It was the smallest I'd ever seen it. How did I know that? It was the smallest I'd ever seen it. The thought made a memory flash for a split second and at that moment I suddenly felt very happy. Something is happening to me right now. I think my mind is being changed. I can't remember any memory of ever seeing my penis. I looked down at my clitoris. I didn't have a clitoris. Girls have a clitoris. I reached down and felt my clitoris. It was huge. It was at least an inch long. I've never seen a clitoris as big as my clitoris. I really needed to shave. There was so much hair in the way. I was supposed to remember my name. I couldn't remember my name. I was slowly rubbing my soft clitoris. It felt very comforting. Even though I couldn't remember my name I knew that someday it would be okay. I will remember. "I really can't remember my name at all. Can you give me a name?" I didn't know why I trusted this voice so much. The feminine voice sounded very happy and that made me feel very relaxed. I felt very tired and closed my eyes. You will remember your name. You are a very good girl. When she said good girl it made me start to tingle from head to toe. I quickly lost track of my body because it felt so good. I was a good girl. I don't remember being a girl. I said I was a boy. I opened my eyes and pulled myself from the edge of sleep. I sat up in the bed. I got out of bed and walked over to the door. I turned the knob both ways but it didn't open up. I pulled very hard but I wasn't very strong. It's okay if you are a weak girl. This voice made me feel so happy when I heard it. It made me automatically smile. It felt like I was on the edge of laughing. Why did she keep insisting that I was a girl. "But I'm not a girl." The words sounded hollow. Did I always have such a high voice? I felt a little embarrassed and my cheeks started to blush. She didn't say anything back. She didn't say that I was a girl even though I said I wasn't a girl. "I know I'm a boy. Did you take away my memories?" I asked the voice. I didn't know if that was even possible. Could a person take away someones memories? There was a voice that came from no source so maybe impossible things could happen. I did not take away your memories. You will remember everything. You will heal and remember everything. You are a healthy girl, and so you feel happy. The voice almost didn't sound human. It sounded so incredibly beautiful. Her voice was perfectly feminine. You want to sound just like me. Yes you do. I looked inside myself and didn't know. Do I want to sound like you? It was so hard to remember anything. Her voice was so happy and it made me feel safe whenever I heard it. What did my voice sound like? I love you. I want you to be a happy girl. Go look in the mirror. I walked to the mirror and sat in the chair. I looked into the mirror and saw myself. I had a young man's face. "I told you I'm a boy," I said to the voice. I was sure that he was a boy in the mirror. That was a boy in the mirror. I looked at the face and turned my head. I have a collar. The three gems shined in the light. I didn't even notice that I was wearing a collar. I reached up and touched the silky fabric. The three gems were securely fastened. I couldn't see very closely, but it was stunning. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I had ever seen. Just looking at it made me feel dizzy. I saw flashes of light in the gems as I slowly turned my neck from side to side. You are a beautiful girl. The voice startled me. I was completely lost in the flashes of the gems. It was so beautiful. "Is this mine?" I asked about the collar. I didn't know why but this collar felt very compelling. I was wearing something so incredibly beautiful, and I needed to know if someone gave it to me. This is your collar. The words made my eyes water. It was a sudden rush of happiness. I felt really dizzy. This was my collar. It was priceless. It was worth at least an entire kingdom. And it was actually all mine. My heart was racing. I needed to breathe. "This is my collar," I said in a whisper. It made me feel really happy to say it out loud. I was smiling and looking into the mirror. I am a pretty girl. I was a girl? I don't remember being a girl. I reached down to unbutton my pants. I wanted to see what my clitoris looked like. Why did I need to know what it looked like? I think this voice is supposed to be helping me recover. She must be a doctor. Maybe I hit my head very hard and none of this is real. "Is this real?" I asked the voice. You are a very real girl. You are safe here in master's home. There is many rooms and many things to learn. You are being cared for by a very experienced doctor. This was amazing news. Everything this voice said sounded like it was true... But I said I was a boy. And she said I was a girl. You are a girl. You have always been a girl. You will remember that you have always been a girl. I laid down on the bed. I reached down to feel and found that I had skin beneath my clitoris but I couldn't find any balls. My eyes were closed but I saw a flash. It felt like I had just peed a little. A few drops felt like they dripped out. Did I just ejaculate? I read in a book that girls could ejaculate. I could remember something about myself. I remember being able to ejaculate. I remember how special that made me feel. I was a girl and I could ejaculate. I really tried to remember my name in that moment. I thought very hard, but I could only remember girls names. Did I have a girl's name? I thought I was not a girl. You are a very special girl. I am a girl? I wanted to fall to sleep. I will remember more once I get some sleep. I pulled the blanket over my head. The four lights were shining and so I had to partially cover my head. I suddenly felt very sleepy and in less than ten seconds I fell to sleep. I woke up to the sound of the voice. ...walk in a very feminine way. You love walking in a very feminine way. You always take careful steps. You love this feeling. You love the feeling of taking a feminine step. You love wearing pretty shoes. You sit down to put on your shoes, and so you move in a very feminine way. This voice seemed to fade away. It slowly faded away once I was fully awake. The more I concentrated on the voice the quicker it faded away. I felt very refreshed. I had a wonderful dream. I remember cumming in my sleep. I remember waking up because I came so hard. I remember that I fell back to sleep without fully awakening. "I came in my sleep," I said to the voice. Good girl. I suddenly felt my entire body flush with pleasure. My breasts felt hot. I reached up and slowly started to rub my nipples. It felt amazing. I cupped my breasts. They were slowly growing larger. I knew they were still growing. My breasts felt very soft. My skin feels soft. You are a girl, and so you have very soft skin. The voice was telling the truth. I don't know why I said I was a boy. I think my head was hit so hard that I forgot that I was a girl. I woke up to the sound of the door opening. It startled me because I hadn't seen anyone until now. The woman had some kind of priesthood uniform, but I couldn't remember any names to any priesthoods. Should I know the names of priesthoods and what their religions mean? The question didn't even make sense to me. I was very confused. She was beautiful. Am I really a girl? I was naked on the bed but I wasn't embarrassed. I looked down at my genitals. I felt really fuzzy and dizzy. I looked at it but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to see. I had a huge clit. It was completely soft and probably an inch long. I reached down and felt the smooth area under my clitoris. I didn't have any hair down there. It was very sensitive. I reached down to where my pussy hole should be. A moment of deep panic rushed through my head. There was a red lump right above my butt hole where my pussy should be but it wasn't there. I touched the lump and it felt sensitive. The skin looked red and it was like my vagina was sealed. I could feel the seem where the lips were melded together. Who did this to me? I looked up and focused on the woman who was now standing beside my bed. "What are you doing to me?" I asked. I needed to know why they took away my pussy. I reached down and felt my clitoris. Was this a small penis? Are they turning me into a boy? "What did you do to me?" I asked again. Why wasn't she saying anything. "Why did you make me into a boy!" This made her smile. "My name is Star. And you don't need to worry. You are healing right now. You will have your pussy back in just a few new moons," she said and than she sat down on the bed and turned to me. The panic was gone. I was healing. Somebody cast a spell on me and hurt me. That is what must have happened. They are treating me in a hospital. Is magic real. I couldn't remember if there was a spell that transformed sex and gender. "I'm going to get better?" I reached up and cupped my breasts. They were very small and my nipples were throbbing. I wanted to rub my nipples right then but I remembered that Star was looking at me. She reached out her hand and touched my leg. She started to rub up and down. I could feel a powerful tingling sensation where she was rubbing. I laid back on the bed spreading my legs and looked at the flower gilding. She was rubbing up and down both of my legs. She had crawled up close to me and was rubbing my legs. I started to let out a very feminine sound. It seemed to bubble up inside me. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I was cumming and I could feel my clitoris tingling and throbbing. I felt really wet and the lump where my pussy hole should be felt like it was exploding over and over. My butt hole squeezed with each sexual explosion. "Good girl," Star said and she moved to rub my breasts and upper body. I was tingling from head to toe. I felt very numb. I don't think I could move away. My nipples exploded with pleasure and I was squeezing over and over. I couldn't stop my butt hole from squeezing. My pussy felt very messy. I must be drooling. The orgasm didn't stop but seemed to fade into my heartbeat. My heart beat was cumming. I could feel myself cumming each time my heart beat. I had a pussy. It was healing and I would have a hole again. I started to cry. I couldn't help myself. I didn't even know Star but she had a collar like my collar so maybe she would love me. I don't think that makes sense. My head was swimming with a tingling buzzing sensation. She pushed a finger into my butt hole. My eyes were closed and it surprised me. I could feel my butt hole spasm with pleasure. It felt like flying. I felt like I was flying down a mountain side. Her finger was making circles inside me. I could feel her rubbing me in a very sensitive spot. I was already cumming but she was making me cum in between cumming. She was making it one long ecstatic drip of pleasure. I was gasping and moaning very loudly but I couldn't hear myself. There was a rushing in me ears that was blinding me. This was the first time I had ever came. I couldn't remember any other time. I woke up. I was buzzing from head to toe. My cheeks felt flush. I was blushing. I remember Star. I opened my eyes and looked around the room but Star was gone. I must have fallen to sleep when I came really hard. I started crying again. She left me. You are a very good girl. I heard the voice. I immediately felt less alone. I wanted to hug her. Who was this voice that only I could hear. I stopped crying. "Thank you," I said out loud. Could this voice read my thoughts? I hadn't thought to myself about the voice very much. What did she know about me? Could she read my thoughts and if so could she read my memories? It didn't really make sense. I think I'm thinking in strange ways because I was injured. Or was a spell cast on me? I tried to think why I would think magic was real. "I think I hurt my head. What is your name?" I asked the voice. My name is June. The name triggered something inside me. A deeply nostalgic feeling flooded my mind. My name was June. "My name is June," I said to the voice. She had the same name as me. You remembered your name! The voice said with a voice where you could hear the smile. She sounded very happy. You are healing! That is so wonderful June. You are a very good girl. The voice sounded real and very human. I felt very real. I really started to feel like I knew where my place was in this world. I had could only remember the insides of this room, but I knew my name. I was crying again. I felt so happy. "My name is June," I said again to the voice. Yes June, you are a very good girl. And when she said my name I was squeezing again. My butt hole was gently cumming. I reached down to feel my clitoris but I couldn't find it. It was very wet and my clitoris had been tugging inwards for a long time. Had it been many days? I thought that I had only been in this place for three days, but it felt much longer. I think I have been here for a lot longer. I reached up and noticed that I didn't have a bandage on my head. It was gone. Did Star take it off in my sleep? The gentle cumming slowly faded. I bit my lower lip very gently. I had very full lips. My lips are one of my best qualities. My tongue is another thing that is great about me. My name is June. I love people. I was born... I couldn't remember where I was born. I let out an exasperated sigh. I couldn't get myself to remember anything. They said I would heal with time but so far I had only remembered my name. My name was June. I'm affectionate. I liked to... And then it came to me. It was a recent memory. I was in a room. The room was finely furnished. My bed was covered in furry animals. I loved hugging them and falling to sleep. I was crying again. This was the first time I remembered anything but this room. I was in a room laying on my back naked. I remember that my eyes were closed. Someone was pushing his cock inside me. Was this a memory? I was trying to remember when this memory was made but I couldn't place it anywhere. It was very confusing to try to think about it. I could see it in my mind. I came really hard. I didn't just cum once. I remember he made me cum over and over for hours. I remember digging my pink fingernails into the bed because I couldn't stop cumming. It was exhausting and impossible to stop. I remember it felt like endlessly falling from a cliff. I remember him holding my hands. The memory faded away but I could remember it again if I wanted to see it. I called the memory again to see if I could. I felt wetter. My pussy making a feeling like I peed ten drops all at once. My name is June. I cum really hard. I have blond hair. I really like my collar. I was born... I couldn't do it. It just wouldn't work. Frustrated I blew out pushing the hair out of the way. I walked over to the mirror and sat down. I started to brush my hair. All of my makeup was lined up in order. I love makeup. It was making me really horny as I was focusing very intently. I wanted to finish so that I could slip my finger in my hole and really let loose. But I had to finish my makeup first. I payed attention to every detail. I wanted it to look amazing. I was always a natural at makeup. I remember that I was very interested at a very young age. I was crying again. I was finally starting to remember things about myself. All of my hard work was really paying off. I finished and rushed over to the bed. I laid down on my back and licked my fingers. My mouth was salivating a lot. If I didn't swallow I would be drooling. I reached down and was very surprised. I touched where my pussy hole should've been and I felt a sharp knife of pleasure run all the way up my back. I touched it again and felt something amazing. My pussy was opening. I had a hole. I pushed my pinky into the newly healed hole. It was only a half inch deep, but it felt amazing. I felt complete. When I pushed two fingers inside I let out a long moaning wail. I came with my pussy. The thought was like fire in my mind. I slowly push two fingers in and out, and each time was like a wave of pleasure flowing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I was so happy that I played with my pussy for hours. I fell to sleep after cumming especially hard. That was how I fell to sleep almost every time now. I woke up wearing a gown. My nipples poked at the fabric. I had very large breasts. I tried to remember how long they had been growing. I think my breasts are still growing. I was absently rubbing my breasts. I wasn't going to be late for training. I walked over to the mirror and sat down. I needed to get ready. This thought stopped my hand as it reached for the foundation. I opened my eyes and really looked deep into the mirror. I reached down and slowly fingered my pussy hole as I looked into the mirror. I think I have been in this room a long time now but I only remember a few days. I tried to think backwards from each day. I remember the first day. I said I was a boy. I looked into the mirror and there was only a girl staring back. How could I ever have thought that I was a boy. It made me shiver. I didn't feel good for a few seconds. My stomach felt queasy. It was the head injury. You can stop beating yourself up. You had a lot of crazy thoughts at first. I took a deep breath and reached out and started my routine. I was really an expert. I felt so alive and happy. I took a deep breath once I was finished. "You are beautiful," I said to the mirror. I felt like I was radiating a deep love. I wish someone could see me right now. Why did I need to go to training. I haven't left this room yet, but I feel like I need to go to training. I feel like maybe I know the way to training. I stood up and walked to the door. I stood in front of the door. I was really nervous. What if the door opened when I turned the knob. I sat down on the floor and pulled my knees up to my face but I didn't mess up my makeup. I was sitting right in front of the door. I think I'm too scared. I was crying again. My makeup was running from the tears. Why couldn't I remember more about myself. My voice was very squeaky. I was really crying hard this time. I was crying so hard I was coughing a little bit. I needed to remember. I tilted forward and hit my head against the door. I didn't hit it hard. I was very close to the door so I didn't fall over. My makeup needed to be fixed. I needed to be fixed. I was bumping my head against the door over and over. I think I was hoping that I could knock something into my head, but I wasn't bumping the door very hard. I was still crying but it wasn't in streams anymore. I stopped bumping the door. I suddenly remembered. I lived in a castle. I rode horses. My father and mother were very rich and very powerful mages. I was deeply loved. I started to cry more intensely, and slowly more memories trickled into my head. I remember being alone. I didn't have any brothers or sisters. I remember swimming in the pool. I remember giggling at my daddy's birthday party. I remember hugging him. I remember he gave me a wonderful dress for my sixteenth birthday. I remember feeling caged. I remember riding my white horse. I can't remember her name. I spent so much time with her but I can't remember her name. I remember riding away to the beach. I remember how mad father got when he found out that I went outside our land. I remember mother comforting me. She knew that I needed a boyfriend, and she kept reassuring me that I would be able to talk with other people someday. Why did I never get a boyfriend. I remember father and mother training me. I know magic. I was so surprised that I stopped crying completely. My father told me I was special. You are a special girl. Hearing June's voice made me smile. I wanted to giggle. I wanted to tell someone. I love June. "I love you June," I said and stood up. I quickly walked back to the mirror. I knew a spell. I moved my hands and felt something play inside me like music. It felt like tingling orgasmic music. I only had to play a few notes for this spell. My faced glowed a dim pink and suddenly my makeup was perfect again. I felt a mild tingling right above my nose. "My mom taught me this spell," I said out loud. I had cast this spell hundreds of times growing up. I could do my makeup with magic. I tried to think how the spell could work. I felt the notes inside my mind but they didn't say anything. I couldn't read the magic. I reached up and touched my choker. I love my collar. This thought makes me leak between my legs. I touched the gems. I could hear the music. It was beautiful. The magic was beautiful. This is priceless. Star has a magic collar like my collar. I love looking into the mirror. The gems sparkled and flashed. I was touching the gems and could hear the deep magical music. Each gem had a story. The white gem was submissive and happy. This white gem flickered with peace and love. The pink gem was a girl. She was very feminine. This gem's song is full of flowers. It smells like a happy pussy. This pink gem makes hearts flutter. The red gem tingled. It's music was deeper than the other two gems. The red gem was throbbing and felt like the earth under the ocean. It held something inside it, but I could hear it. It was blurry and the throbbing was very loud. I could feel sex slipping in and out like a hard cock penetrating my pussy. The red gem was lustful. I love looking into the mirror. How long did I look into the mirror? I woke up and did my makeup. I needed to be ready for training... I couldn't remember. I had remembered so much but I couldn't remember anything about my training. My parents trained me in magic from as early as I can remember. I remember being born. I was a fussy baby girl. I was still staring into the mirror. How many days did I stare into this mirror? I reached up and noticed that I needed to wear my bra. I stood up and walked to the chest. I pulled out a bra and panties. They were both a shimmering pink. The dye that was used to make these cost a lot. I remember my mom had panties in this same color. These panties were much softer and covered a lot less. I really like wearing panties. I felt the fabric pressing against my pussy. I reached inside to feel my pussy. It was fully healed. I had been in this room for months healing. You are a very good girl. "Can I go outside?" I asked the voice. You can leave this room. I will help you with anything. Would you like to take a bath? I made a happy excited sound. I couldn't remember ever having to go to the bathroom or clean myself, or eat anything. I reached up and sensed a spell on my heart. It was a healing spell. This spell was feeding me. It was giving me water. It was cleaning my body. It was completely finished with healing me. My heart sank a little. Did that mean I wouldn't remember anything more? Your memories will return to you. June always made me feel safe. This spell is very convenient, but I want to pee again. "I want to pee again," I asked the voiced. I will guide you to the nearest bathroom. I felt invisible strings gently tugging me. I could completely resist the strings if I wanted to but I wanted to go to the bathroom. I trusted June and felt her strings pull my body. I moved across the room and I noticed that I walked perfectly. It made my heart swell and I smiled. She pulled my hand up and turned the knob. The strings pulled and I followed. The door opened and I saw another door. There was another door across a hallway. The floor was soft. There was soft carpet from wall to wall in my room and the outside wasn't different. The walls were blue fading into white as the wall rose to the ceiling. This home was made with magical materials. My memory seemed to be healing. My parents were very powerful mages. They taught me everything. I tried but I couldn't see their faces. If I saw them, I am sure that I would recognized them. I really hoped that was true. I needed them to know that I was safe. I was walking. My hand was pulling open a door, but I was distracted by my thoughts. I walked but for how long? Could I remember how to get back? I love you. You are a good girl. The voice was tugging me forward. There was a comfortable chair. It was the toilet. June took me to the bathroom because I wanted to pee. I haven't peed in months because of this spell. I pulled my panties down and sat down. I felt something release inside me. It was like a pressure I didn't even know was there. It felt like my ears had been clogged and suddenly were open and clean. My pee stopped suddenly because I was cumming. I moaned and gripped the chair. It was a very nice padded chair. I started to pee again and managed to finish. My pussy was buzzing with feminine pleasure. There was a towel beside the chair. I took it and wiped the pee. You pee like a good girl. "Thank you June," I love June. She took me out of my room. She lead me all the way here. I had my first pee in months. I remember peeing in my parents house. The strings started to tug on me, and I followed without hesitation. June will find my way back. I walked down the hall way for only a few moments. I stopped and turned to a door. This is your room. I reached out and opened the door. I walked into the room. It wasn't my old room. June lead me to a different room. This is your room now. You earned it. Hearing Junes explanation made my heart flutter. This was my room. It had a balcony. There was a closet. I walked over and opened a door to a large bath. The bath was the same size as the bedroom. There was a large pool that was filled with hot water. There was also another small room inside the bath room that had a toilet. I went back into the bedroom. A vanity mirror just like the one in my old room was there also. It also had all of my makeup. I walked over and noticed that all of the bottles were fresh and full. I looked into the mirror and saw how beautiful I felt. I could see in my eyes that this made me happy. "Thank you so much June! Did you give me this new room?" Master wants you to be happy. I want master to be happy. I said to myself as soon as June reminded me. Master gave me this room. I sat down on the floor. I curled my legs up to my breasts. I wrapped my arms around myself and hugged. I was happy. I was smiling from ear to ear. I couldn't stop smiling. I wanted to be happy for master. I suddenly felt very sleepy. I could barely hold my eyes open. I crawled over to the bed. I climbed into bed and quickly fell to sleep. I could hear June telling me a story right as I slipped into a deep sleep. I woke up in complete darkness. My eyes were open but I couldn't see anything at all. I couldn't hear anything besides my own breathing. My arms were strapped with cuffs at the wrists. My legs were cuffed at my ankles and I couldn't move them. My arms and legs were stretched out but it wasn't painful. I noticed something was penetrating me. My butt was throbbing. Something was smooth and hard inside my butt. Panic started to make my heart race. I tried to push it out. It was a plug and it wouldn't come out. Every time I pushed it out it felt like it got bigger and then it would slip back inside. I tried over and over but I couldn't get it out through pushing. I was breathing hard and my cock was erect. I was masturbating my ass. Somebody wanted me to be struggling. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was having trouble breathing steadily. Was I going to be raped? I tried casting a light spell. Why hadn't I thought to use magic sooner. The spell's notes were completely silent. Nothing happened. I tried again and couldn't sense anything. I tried to cast a fire spell but that didn't work either. I had read about magic blocks, but it was never explained how they were performed. Was my magic being blocked? I was a powerful mage. I should be able to break it. I renewed my efforts to cast a spell but each time my inner song remained completely silent. I pulled at my arm restraints as hard I as could pull but I couldn't sense any weakness in the binding. My heart was pounding. I was traveling on the Mazdor highway. I remember having lunch from my saddle bag. I must've been attacked and captured. A renewed panic set into my mind. I was going to be tortured. I was going to be killed. My father wouldn't know I was gone for weeks maybe months. Was it a group of people or a single person? Were they going to ask for a ransom? A sound ripped me from my thoughts. A door had opened. I could hear it squeak open and click shut. "Whose there?" I asked. "Please let me go," I pleaded. I didn't know what to say. My heart was hammering. The plug in my butt was rocking sliding up and down very slightly. My cock felt very hard. Why was I so aroused? I was about to be tortured. I could hear his foot steps. I think it was a man because it sounded like heavy boots on a stone floor. I was a powerful mage. I could find a way out of this if I searched hard enough. "Did you notice the collar around your neck?" The man's voice was deep and masculine. It was the only sound in the room. I hadn't noticed the collar. There was a soft collar around my neck. This explained the magical block. It was an illegal conditioning collar. My heart was pounding in my chest. Could I fight it? Was I strong enough to fight a conditioning collar? "What are you going to do to me?" I asked in a voice that sounded panicked. I needed to calm down but my heart wouldn't stop racing. I was clinching against the butt plug and it was sliding up and down inside me. Why couldn't I stop squeezing my ass. My cock was drooling precum. It was making my belly slick. This must be the conditioning collar. I tried to think of way out. I tried to cast another spell but it was completely silent. "I have a special connection with the collar your wearing. It lets me see your entire mind. Your entire history and backstory. I know more about you than you know about yourself." The last few words slammed against my mind like a heavy weight. He knew everything about me... I felt his hand wrap around my erect cock. I made a surprised sound. What was he doing! "Does being tied up arouse you? I know it does." He knew everything about me. I tried to pull away from his grip but my body didn't have any freedom. My arms and legs were straining. "You put a plug in my butt. Of course I'm going to be aroused!" I shouted at him. I was completely helpless. My ass was messaging the plug up and down. My prostate was tingling and it was getting more intense. My cock was dripping cum in a slow stream. It was making my thoughts hazy. I couldn't focus on anything else. That was the purpose. I needed to think of a way out. I looked inside myself. I tried to magically see my heart. The heart was the central point for a magical rune. I couldn't see anything. It was the same as my eyes. The collar was blocking my visual senses. "I can see you feel embarrassed to be erect in front of me. You really should be embarrassed." My dick wasn't very large. It was slightly below average size at 4 inches. It felt amazing. Why wasn't I trying harder to find a way out. I brought my attention back to the man's voice. "My family is very rich. They can pay a very high ransom for my safe return. Please take this collar off of me. We can work something out," I pleaded. I was starting to cry. My ass wouldn't stop squeezing anymore, and that seemed to push me over the edge. I was breaking down into sobs as I was starting to cum. "I know you've had a very hard life up until now. And although nobody else has ever seen why it has been so hard for you, I know everything about you." "Noooo." I let out a long drawn out no as I came really hard. My tears had stopped flowing. What was going to happen to me. I just came for him. He wasn't interested in a ransom. There was only one other reason for capturing me. He wanted to own me completely. He was my master. I couldn't fight the collar. He knew everything about me. He could break me into a thousand mental pieces. There wasn't going to be any escape. A deep calming sensation was starting to flow into my mind. It was being created by the collar. The collar couldn't instantaneously transform me into his slave, but over time it would use hundreds of mental techniques to completely reshape my mind. They were developed at the end of the long war. I studied what information they released on it through the spellway information network. Why was I trying to distract myself from this situation. I had to face it. I tried to think about anything I had read about it that could help, but I couldn't remember anything about escaping it. "You don't understand now, but you will someday realize that my putting that collar on you was the best thing that could ever happen to you. I know everything about you. I can fulfill all of your deepest dreams," His voice was mesmerizing. He was the only sound in the room, and I couldn't see anything but darkness. What was he going to do to me. I didn't even notice that he was still gripping my cock. Why was my mind losing track of things. His hand loosened and slid down to my balls. They were pulled tight against my body. "You never wanted to be a man," the man said as he slowly started to squeeze my balls. His words felt so incredibly true, but maybe that was just the collar twisting my thoughts. "I'm a man," I said but I was struggling with my arms and legs to pull away. And then it happened. I felt them pop and vanish. His hand squeezed an empty fold of skin that was my sack. I could feel him writing a spell on my skin. "What are you doing!" I screamed at him. I was crying again. He knew everything about me. Memory after memory flashed inside my mind. Each memory reminded me. I saw myself dressing up in my mom's pink dress. I loved to play with my mom's makeup. Hundreds of memories were flashing over and over in the darkness. "I was just playing," I pleaded. "I don't really want to be a girl!" What was he doing to me. I could feel it starting to happen in my mind. "I'm going to give you the life you deeply desire," he said in a compassionate tone. I felt like I wanted to be a girl. I started to cry again. Was he making me feel these emotions? Was the collar already transforming me? "I'm a man," I said again through the tears. "You can never be a man," It sounded so completely final. He had already taken my balls. He had cast a spell on me to do something. I had never heard of a sex transformation spell but this man seemed to have powerful connections to obtain an illegal conditioning collar. "Did you cast a sex spell on me." It was a dumb question to ask. I was wearing a conditioning collar. He could do anything he wanted to me. I was about to start crying again. "You will get to be who you are on the inside," he said it and I knew what he had done. I felt a deep warm comforting emotion flood into my mind. I couldn't trust my emotions, but I was so happy. I was crying and smiling. I was going to be master's slave girl. I wanted it. I was squeezing the plug in my ass. I needed to find a way to escape. I was going to be a slave for the rest of my life. I needed to escape. One of the main things I remember reading about the conditioning collars was that the effects were completely permanent. The report said that the collar's effectiveness was so thorough that it only took months before the subject would be entrapped in an impossibly complex mental maze of powerful suggestive triggers. Each new area would be connected to another making it impossible for the subject to break free even if the collar was removed. I remember reading the report. I remember how aroused it made me feel to imagine the collar's uses. I was going to be completely broken. "You are going to serve me." I was lost. I wasn't strong enough. I wouldn't be able to break free. These were my last moments as me. I wasn't going to be the same person very soon. The collar would completely reshape my mind and how I thought about things. I would exist to serve master's every desire. Saying it in my mind made me shiver with pleasure. I did want it. I wanted it more than anything else. A memory flashed in my mind. I remember after I read that report I fingered my ass thinking about what would happen to me if someone forced me to wear the collar. And here I was living out that fantasy. I didn't want to believe it. Is the collar creating these memories? I felt very sleepy. Even though I was strapped and vulnerable to this man I couldn't fight the sleepiness. I needed to stay awake. I needed to find a way out. I was slipping further into the bed. I couldn't keep my muscles tense. "Sweet dreams my precious and special girl." His words echoed in my mind as I fell into a deep sleep. I was staring at a blue and white wall. "Are you still inside?" the man's voice said next to me. I was sitting on a soft couch. I couldn't move my head. I couldn't move anything. "You can come out." The words released my muscles. I felt very calm and happy. I looked around the room. I was in a very fine bedroom. There was a fireplace and a large bed. I looked to the person next to me. He was a very tall man. I was wearing a dress. I was wearing earrings. I had rings on my fingers. My nails were painted pink. I had breasts. I reach up to feel my large breasts. "I have breasts," I said with a very feminine voice. "I'm a girl," I said surprised my voice sounded so cute. I remember being bound and struggling not to fall to sleep. I felt myself getting wet. I was drooling between my legs. I was a girl. I had a pussy. "I'm trapped forever," I said reaching up to my neck. I was still wearing the collar. My breasts were fully grown. I had been conditioned for at least several months. He could take the collar off and I would still be completely under his control. "Your fantasy has come true. I brought your dreams to life." I was staring at him. I was a girl. He was smiling. I was smiling. I'm a girl. He kissed me. I had never felt attraction as deep and profound as in that moment. It was real. "These are your true feelings," he said. He was reading my mind. It made me blush and I felt a gush of drool in my panties. I was blushing. These were my true feelings. He reached up and took off my collar with one hand. I instantly felt naked without it. It was mine. "That's my collar," I said looking up at him pouting my lips. I was sitting in his lap. I was kissing his neck. He made me into a girl, but my memories show me as always being a girl. Did he really change me into a girl? "You've changed my memories," I whispered leaning against his chest. I was a beautiful girl. It made me so incredibly happy. "You've given me everything I ever wanted. You've healed all of my hurts," I whispered. I was so thankful. My life would've been filled with sadness without his help. "Thank you," I said and cuddled closer smelling his chest and rubbing master's exposed erect cock.