I, Winnie, couldn’t contain my excitement as I watched my latest prey, a rugged, muscular man named Tom, enter my opulent bedroom. The poor fool had no idea what he was in for. My domain was designed for one purpose only – to transform him, and others like him, into the submissive, cross-dressing sissies I so desperately craved.
Tom had stumbled into my world unwillingly, dragged here by his own curiosity and my cunning manipulation. His broad shoulders and chiseled features only egged me on, fueling my desire to strip him of his masculinity and doll him up like a fragile princess.
I swayed my hips enticingly as I approached him, my dark hair cascading down my back, and my sharp, angular features set in a smug grin. “You’re finally here, Tom,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. “And soon, you’ll understand the true meaning of submission.”
With a flick of my wrist, I produced a elegant nightgown, a frilly, lace-trimmed delight that would look exquisite on the curves of a woman’s body, not the bulky frame of a man. “Undress,” I commanded, my tone leaving no room for disobedience.
As Tom hesitated, I advanced, my hands grasping the fabric of his shirt. With a brutal yank, I tore it open, sending buttons flying across the room. His chest, normally prided and puffed out, now looked weak and exposed under my discerning gaze.
The rest of his clothes followed the same fate, until he stood before me in all his naked glory. I appraised him, my lip curling in disdain at his unrefined, masculine appearance. “You look like a beast, Tom,” I sneered. “But that will change.”
With nimble fingers, I began to dress him in the nightgown, delicately adjusting the fabric to hug his curves and accentuate his newly feminized figure. I worked my magic on his hair, twisting it into an elegant updo that complemented his soft, girlish features.
As the transformation took hold, I could see the defiance melting from Tom’s eyes, replaced by a growing sense of submission and curiosity. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, taking in his slender, feminine form, and I could practically taste his arousal.
“Let’s not forget the finishing touches,” I whispered, pressing a lipstick to his pillowy lips. The deep crimson hue set off his delicate complexion to perfection.
When I finally stepped back to admire my handiwork, a satisfied smile spread across my face. Tom, my latest sissy creation, stood before me, a stunning illusion of a woman, every inch the obedient pet I had designed him to be.
“Now, my dear,” I cooed, “let’s see how well you can please me in your new role.”