With Mitchel's flesh now malleable wax, the caretaker set about transforming his figure, and to his surprise Mitchel felt intense pleasure from the warmth and sensation of it all, without even a hint of pain. The hot knife carefully cut at his torso, slimming it down, with the flesh packed onto his hips and butt, and his legs spread carefully to fill out his lower body. He felt firm hands push his upper body into a narrower configuration, and could tell his figure looked distinctly more... girlish.
As if to confirm this, the caretaker's firm hands reached to cup his face, smoothing it out and softening his cheeks, narrowing his neck and pushing in his larynx. His faint voice seemed softer still now. A thin layer of wax was added to the back of his head, and attached to his hair to lengthen it until he had long feminine locks.
More wax was poured onto his chest and carefully moulded by the caretaker, and Mitchel felt intense surges of arousal race through him as the mounds that formed felt like part of his flesh. The knife was then used to etch small grooves into the centre of each mound, and the caretaker added a little more magical wax which he shaped between his fingertips. Mitchel moaned as a hard and defined shape formed from the wax, and once the man's hands withdrew he saw they had formed teats.
Mitchel's eyes widened as the knife moved downwards towards his erect penis and testicles. They were the last male part of what was otherwise a female body, and Mitchel realised in a moment he would be castrated. Sure enough, the knife slid down and cut at the point where the phallus and scrotum adjoined the body, and the masculine parts were neatly pulled from the body, leaving only a flat mound at the crotch.
And as they were, something clicked in Mitchel's head. Both physically and mentally, Mitchel changed sex. Mitchel became Michelle, he became she, man became woman, male became female. It surprised her that to be castrated didn't feel humiliating or painful, but oddly eye-opening. This was like becoming a whole other person, her body and mind were similar and yet so different like this. Seeing and feeling she did not have a penis anymore felt kinda like being naked- weirdly shameful, yet also freeing. She didn't even miss it being a part of her; if anything, it seemed more alien, foreign, even arousing in its difference now it was not.
It became even better as the caretaker's knife turned to her flat crotch. It carefully cut a groove into her, and she saw him dip his fingers in the magic clay. As his fingers eased inside she felt an indescribable sensation of fullness. Around the new hole, feminine lips were shaped, and more of the magical clay was spread by his thumb onto a point above it. Michelle felt this accumulate until it formed a small, sensitive nub. Words came to her head- vagina, labia, clitoris- and she recognized their meaning innately.
As the sculpting of her new form came to a close, Michelle wondered what would come next...