Stepping into the dimly lit dungeon, I'm greeted by my dominant mistress, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor. She's dressed in a form-fitting latex catsuit, her eyes gleaming with sadistic intent. 'Today, pet,' she purrs, 'we're going to make you look like the sissy girl you truly are.' She pushes me down onto a stool, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror. She begins, running a brush through my hair, slowly transforming it into long, flowing locks. She paints my face, my eyes wide as I watch myself become someone else, someone submissive, someone... feminine.