Patricia grabs you by the wrists and pins you to the mattress. You don’t resist; she is now much stronger than you are, nor do you truly want to.
A predatory smile draws across the bass player’s face. “Ready for some fun, Baby Doll?” You nod eagerly. “I have to warn you, it will hurt a little.
And with that, Patricia thrusts the rubber phallus into your virginal pussy. Like she said, you cry out in pain as your hymen breaks; soon your cries turn into moans of ecstasy while the fake penis rubs your new clitoritis.
Patricia keeps smiling as she keeps thrusting the strap-on back and forth; the bass player now massages your breasts and waves of pleasure vibrate through your new female body. Someone born female would not react this intensely but a normal girl grew up accustomed to her sensitive body. You are just now discovering the pleasure of being a woman.
The two of you continue for what seems like hours but is really much shorter; the sensation you are feeling makes you lose all track of time. Finally Patricia pulls the strap-on out of you. Casting it aside, she lays down next to you, her left hand still gently massaging your eft breast.
Basking in the afterglow of lovemaking Patricia whispers in your ear, “Want to hear a secret, Baby Doll?” Before you can reply she continues, “That shampoo I used didn’t simply turn you into a woman. It also played with your mind. It broke down all your free will and intellect and intensified your sexual attraction to women. Now you are a happy little lesbian bimbo who is completely submissive to me.” She gives a small laugh. “This doesn’t bother you at all, does it Baby Doll?”
“No,” you agree. All you want right now is to please Patricia, this beautiful and glamourous woman who knows such wonderful ways of making love, and to sing in the band. Even being a woman doesn’t bother you; as a man you were a loser with absolutely no chance of scoring with someone like Patricia even if she was straight. Being this gorgeous woman's sex slave is so much better than your old life could ever be.
Patricia sit up in bed. “Show how obedient you are, Baby Doll. Pleasure me,” and she spreads apart her legs, “With your tongue.”
Eagerly, you place your mouth on the mist lips of Patricia’s vulva. As your tongue enters her sweet and salty pussy it actually feels longer and you feel a sensation almost like in the old you’s penis whenever you looked at nude magazines or watched porno films; it’s as if your taste buds have become an erogenius zone.
As she moans with pleasure, Patricia gently pats your head like a dog. “That’s my girl,” she says. “And remember, you are MY girl. You dress how I want, you eat and drink what I tell you, and you fuck me whenever I want. I order you to let a man fuck you you do so, you little slut.”
Suddenly you take your tongue out of Patricia and look up at her pleadingly. “No,” you say. “Please, please, Patricia, don’t make me do that. I’ll do anything you want Mistress, but please not that.” You know you would if Patricia told you to but the very thought of sex with a man revolts you; even more than it would have when you were one. You don’t even want to be around men unless Patricia is there to protect you.
Patricia gives another little laugh. “Relax, my silly little minx.” She pulls your face to hers and gives you a deep French kiss. “You’re MINE. And I don’t share, Baby Doll.”