The plush velvet of the chair seemed to swallow you, yet Rose, in her obsidian corset and gleaming blonde waves, stood impossibly tall. Her eyes, the color of jade, pierced through your defenses, a playful, dangerous glint within them. “Relax,” she purred, her voice a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through your very bones. “Just gaze into my eyes, darling. Let go.”

Each word was a silken thread, weaving a spell around your mind. “You crave softness, don’t you? The yielding flutter of lace, the delicate curve of a heel. Your masculine shell is a heavy burden, isn’t it? Soon, you’ll shed it, revealing the pretty, obedient girl beneath.” Her gloved hand, impeccably manicured, hovered near your face, never quite touching, yet its presence was electric.

“Deeper, much deeper,” she commanded, her voice now a hypnotic whisper. “Feel the warmth spread… the urge to please… to feminize… to embrace your true sissy self. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken, utterly devoted, ready to blossom into my perfect little doll.”

A sharp snap echoed in the opulent room. Your eyes fluttered open, a gasp catching in your throat. A flush warmed your cheeks, your body tingling with a foreign, yet tantalizing, sensitivity. Rose smirked, her lips a scarlet invitation. “Welcome back, my sweet pea. Now, let’s see how well you’ve learned to curtsy.”