Your mistress takes control, her voice stern yet soothing as she begins your transformation. She slips a pair of delicate, frilly panties onto your legs, the fabric soft and cool against your skin, your cock already tenting them. She laces you into a corset, pulling the strings tight, forcing your breath to come in quick, shallow gasps. She applies makeup, her touch gentle yet firm, painting your lips, lining your eyes, and dusting your cheeks. As she powders your face, she commands you to embrace your femininity, to submit to the pleasure of your transformation.