She laughs as he struggles to walk in the heels she's made him wear, his stockinged feet slipping on the polished floor. He's a sight, all done up in a frilly pink dress, his hair teased into a bouffant. She's his domme, his humiliatrix, and she loves every moment of his feminization. She makes him practice his makeup, his posture, his curtsy. He's her doll, her plaything, and she'll have him begging for her touch, her approval, all while he's dressed in his new finery.