She was just trying to help
Added 2025-06-04 14:30:29 +0000 UTCJohn gazed down at the silk and lace that ornamented his body and felt revulsion.
He saw that the cups of his bra no longer had room for the padding Mrs. Hastings had provided. Soon he would be too big. Mrs. Hastings and Stacy would drag him out in public for another humiliating session of underwear shopping, though this time people would only see a mother with her two daughters.
John’s eyes flitted down to his now flat crotch and he realized that, to the outside world, he was a daughter in every way. He was no longer anyone’s son, and he was no longer Stacy’s boyfriend, because he was no longer a man.
Mrs Hastings had seen to that in the first week of his captivity. He and Stacy had gone to visit Stacy’s mother. He had gone to bed in the guest room and woke up in recovery from his vaginoplasty.
Stacy tried to console him by explaining that she could tell John wasn’t a real man, so she took John to her mother to “set things right”
Thanks to the hormones they fed him and the lack of Testosterone now that he had no balls, he has spent the last few months watching the rest of his body catch up to his feminine crotch.
John decided that, today, she would finally accept, there was no escaping girlhood.
