You don’t even realize how much I’ve been training you with my attention. I’m Roni, and with my warm, teasing voice I wrap you in the sweetest kind of control. Every whispered word pulls you deeper into your sissy training, softening those hard edges until all that’s left is a pretty, dripping, eager little thing desperate to please me. “That’s it, baby,” I coo softly while you slide those delicate pink panties up your legs, the silky fabric catching on your stiff, leaking cock. “Feel how they hug your cute little clitty? So tight and pretty… just like I want my girl to be.”

My control feels so natural, doesn’t it? I guide you through every step with playful encouragement—making you shave smooth and soft, lotion your skin until it glows, then lock that pretty clitty away in its sparkly cage while you squirm and whimper. “Good girl,” I tease, my voice warm and intimate, “look at you getting all wet and desperate just from my attention. Push that thick plug into your tight little pussy for me… nice and slow. I want to hear how it stretches you open, how your clitty strains and leaks because you love becoming mine.”

You crave the transformation now. The way I make you practice your pretty voice, hips swaying as you walk, lips painted glossy pink while you edge that locked-up clitty with just two fingers, never allowed to cum like a boy. My teasing keeps you focused, emotional, aching—every “such a good sissy for Roni” making your heart flutter and your hole clench around the toy I chose. You’re getting wetter, softer, sluttier with every session, because deep down you want to be exactly what I desire.

And the more you become what I want… the better it feels.

Good boys remember who trained them.

Roni