Becoming Herself

Mistress stood there watching her next make-over walk in his door. She had talked to him for months online, and always wanted to make his fantasy of becoming a male fem slut come true. So... here she was standing in his livingroom and he had yet to notice her. Clearing her throat loud enough to make her presence known, a wide smile curled her lips as she saw his head jerk up and his wide eyes.

"Mistress...!" he cried and fell to his knees, everything else completely forgotten as his gaze lowered to the floor. Scott knew better than to stare up at his dark haired, Goddess of a Mistress, but he could not stop his gaze from lifting and traveling over her petite form. Swathed in some dark red material, silk maybe. Her dark hair was cut short to frame her face and her fierce green eyes stared back at him. He noticed the frown that curled her lips and quickly looked back to the floor.

As he looked away she couldn't help but admire her handiwork. Granted, he was all male in his slacks, dress shirt and tie. But, just the way he responded to unspoken commands, showed her that the months spent with him online had cut her work in half. And... much to her surprise, he had obviously taken her advice and began to grow his hair long. She did not miss the slight tremble that went through that knelt male form and laughed softly.

"You laugh at my tremble Mistress? Forgive me, just having you here and knowing what is to come already has my 'clitty' so very hard." His gaze still upon the floor as he spoke. Voice thicker than it had been before. Images of her taking control and dressing him like a naughty femme cum-slut played through his mind and made him moan softly. "Mistress, If I may be so bold, how long do you plan to grace me with your presence?"

She couldn't help the coo that left her lips. "As long as I feel it is needed. Until I feel I have suffencently turned you into my ultimate masterpiece." Mistress moved closer then and touched his shoulder, silently telling him kneeling wasn't nessicary at this particular moment. Goodness, she couldn't believe how willing he was to be transformed. This caused her to feel a warmth between her legs. Something she had always felt - even talking to him online. This was her ultimate fetish.