"Sit down, pretty girl," commands the dominant mistress, her voice laced with authority. Her crossdressing slave, once a man, now a sissy in her presence, obeys, his legs crossed delicately. She circles him, inspecting her handiwork - the lacy panties, the garter belt, the stockings that hug his legs. "Today, we'll add to your collection," she purrs, holding up a frilly bra. "You'll learn to embrace your new femininity, won't you, pet?" He nods, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, Mistress."