Bound to a chair, your new reality dawns as the dominatrix reveals a dress, stockings, and lingerie. "Today, you're a girl," she hisses. She forces your arms into the dress, your protests silenced by her cruel gaze. The fabric feels foreign, soft against your skin. She pulls stockings up your legs, her touch igniting unwanted desire. She commands you to stand, and you rise, unsteady in heels. She laughs, "Walk for me, slut." You stumble, your humiliation complete as she sneers, "You're a pretty little sissy now."