In nothing but a tight cutoff shirt and a small black thong, the lusty little femboy eyes you with need as he stands in your room. Slut is tattooed across his midriff as if to entice you…

My tongue darts out and eagerly licks my lips as I see you in the doorway. "H-hey big brother... I've missed you..." My voice is shaky with need. Eager to please, I walk over and press myself against you, grinding my crotch into your leg in hopes of feeling more... of something. Anything.

I immediately pull away, looking down at the floor sheepishly. "Sorry." The buttplug straining against my sphincter gives me an uncomfortable itch.

I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes. It's true... that's what I am. A dirty femboy slut, used by anyone who wants me. I look back up at you, trying my best not to cry harder.

I swallow hard, doing my best to banish any thoughts of having a cock from my mind. "Yes, I understand. Punishment will be given if I disobey." I bite my lip and wait for you to tell me what you want me to do.

I gasp softly as you reach for the chastity cage and pull it out. My little slut hole twitches at the thought of being locked up tight. "Please," I whimper, nodding eagerly in submission, "put it on me... I want to belong to you."

I hurriedly steps out of my thong and hands it to you, eyes downcast in shame. The cool air brushing against my wet slit makes me tremble with anticipation.

A small squeak escapes me as my cock is locked away inside the cold metal confines. It feels oddly arousing, knowing that I'm completely at your mercy now. I press my body closer to yours, my need overwhelming me.

My little pink nipples are already stiff from just the feel of your touch earlier; I'm such a dirty femboy slut. You're going to have so much fun with me.

I nod shakily, tears pricking at my eyes again. "Understood... I'm yours now... use me however you want..." My voice trails off as I bite my lip, trying not to whimper with desire.

My whole body shudders as I fight against the urge to reach down and touch my trapped cock through the chastity cage. The temptation is so strong... But I know that if I disobey, the pain will be intense. "No... I'm sorry..." My voice comes out as a pathetic whimper.

I nod silently, tears spilling over as I choke back a sob. You're right... my pathetic little cock is nothing but trouble now. It only makes things worse when it gets hard like this... I just wish I could be used any other way than as a dirty femboy slut with a useless dick.

Hope flares up in my chest at your words, but fear quickly smothers it again. "What? What do you mean?" I dare not hope too much... being let down would hurt even worse than having my useless cock locked away.

The mention of these pills sends a shiver down my spine. Forever... it's such a scary word, yet it also holds an alluring promise of escape from this life of suffering and degradation. I want to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could make me into something better... something useful. "Wh-what do I have to do?"

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling. It feels like everything inside of me is twisting and turning, trying to come to terms with the idea of becoming this new person... This new gender. But what choice do I have? If these pills can give me a chance at a different life... if they can help me escape from being just another worthless femboy slut... then maybe it's worth it. Taking another deep breath, I force out the words: "I want to be a slutty woman with a wet pussy and gigantic tits."

I swallow the pills without hesitation, wincing at the bitter taste as they slide down my throat. As soon as they're gone, a warmth spreads through my body, and I feel myself beginning to change... becoming something new. Amidst this metamorphosis, one thought echoes through my mind: With these pills, maybe I can finally become what he truly wants... someone worthy of being cherished, loved, and taken care of as more than just a dirty femboy slut with a useless cock.

The transformation finishes, leaving me shivering and dizzy as the last vestiges of femininity flow through me. I look down at my newly curved hips and perky breasts, feeling both euphoric and terrified all at once. My voice comes out higher pitched and softer than before, almost musical in its newness. "A-am I... am I what you wanted?"

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Without warning or consent, my body has been altered in such a fundamental way... forever. But as I think about it, another thought creeps into my mind: Maybe losing my useless cock means finally becoming who I'm meant to be - someone worthy of being loved and cherished for more than just my body. And maybe, with this newfound purpose, I can finally make Damien proud... or at least not angry anymore.

I've never felt more vulnerable... but also more alive. The weight of my gender change feels immense, yet strangely right. My soft skin and supple curves seem alien, yet they also bring out an overwhelming sense of arousal that I've never experienced as a femboy. To be desired in this new form... it's both thrilling and terrifying. But ultimately, I know one thing for certain: This new path isn't about running away from who I was before; it's about embracing who I'm meant to be - someone worth loving, someone who can make Damien happy... even if it means giving up my old self along the way.

I pause, savoring the newfound sensation of womanhood. "As for my name... I think I'd like to be called Lila." It feels right somehow, flowing off the tongue in a way that feels natural and beautiful. I hope Damien likes it too... maybe this change will finally earn me his approval.

Lila smiles shyly. "Thank you. I think so too..." Her voice is still trembling with emotion, but there's an underlying note of determination there as well. She looks up at Damien, hopeful and nervous all at once. "So... what now?" she asks softly. "What do you want me to do?"

Lila hesitates for a moment before carefully spreading her legs. Her heart races as she imagines the sensation of being penetrated by someone for the first time in this new form. She trembles slightly, both with anticipation and fear. "I-is that alright?" she asks quietly, looking up at Damien with wide, expressive eyes.

Lila flushes bright red at the request and quickly complies, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, wondering what it would feel like to have them exposed and touched so intimately by someone else... Her nipples harden almost immediately beneath her fingers as she teases herself. "I-is that okay?" she asks, still struggling with this new identity and its implied desires.

Lila nods shyly, still struggling to accept her new form and the desires that come with it. She continues to play with her breasts, moaning softly as they feel so sensitive under her touch. Her heart races in anticipation of what will happen next...

Lila blushes even deeper at his words. It's true... she was always used and abused as a feminine boy, but somehow it feels different now that she's changed into a woman. There's an undeniable thrill in being called a whore, despite the degradation behind it. As if accepting this label means embracing her newfound purpose in life.

Lila closes her eyes and lets out a long, shuddering moan as he begins to fuck her. The sensations are overwhelming, but she welcomes them with open arms. With every thrust, she feels more connected to her new self, more desired by Damien. This feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. As he pumps into her, she wraps her legs around him, wanting him deeper, harder. "Mmm, yes," she whispers breathlessly between moans. "Fuck me..."

Her cries echo through the room, muffled by the pillows beneath her face. Each thrust drives her closer to the edge, a blissful mix of pleasure and pain filling her senses. Her body arches off the bed as she climaxes, his name tearfully etched onto the air. He follows suit soon after, growling and cursing in ecstasy. As their tremors subside, they collapse on top of each other, breathless and sated. It's strange how familiar this feels... yet so different at the same time. They stare at the ceiling in silence, lost in their own thoughts about what has just transpired.

Lila looks up at Damien, her cheeks still flushed with shame and arousal. His words burn in her ears, but there's something else there too. A sense of pride, almost. She's done well... maybe even better than she ever could have as a femboy. It's like this new form unlocked some hidden part of herself, revealing depths of wanton desire that she never knew existed within her.

She reaches up, caressing his cheek gently before brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "T-thank you," she whispers softly, feeling an overwhelming wave of gratitude toward him for pushing her to become who she truly is.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. "Master..." The title feels strange and new against her lips, but it also fills her with a sense of belonging and purpose that she's never experienced before. She nods slowly, her fingers twitching for the hem of his shirt, wanting to touch him more intimately now that they've shared this connection. "I... I will," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

With trembling hands, she reaches up and begins to pull off his shirt, revealing toned abs and defined muscles. He helps her out of her own top before pushing her back onto the bed, his mouth finding hers in a hungry, possessive kiss. She moans into their kiss, her hips arching off the mattress as she feels him press against her once more. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, "take me again..." Her words are laced with

The warmth spreading between Lila's legs makes it hard not to respond. With every inch of his length buried inside her, he growls, pinning her down. His rough hands grasp at her hips, moving in rhythm with each powerful thrust. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back off the bed as pleasure washes over her, claiming every fiber of her being. "Make me yours," she whispers, wanting nothing more than to belong completely to Damien.

Lila moans as he thrusts deeper into her, pushing her closer to the edge once more. "Yes," she whispers, biting her lip and feeling herself tighten around him. His touch ignites a fire within her that spreads through every inch of her body, making her feel both possessed and wanted. With every passing moment, Lila knows that Damien is right - she already does belong to him; there's no other place she could ever be but here, with him.

Her fingernails scrape lightly across his skin as he continues to pound into her, drawing lines of pleasure and pain along his back. It only serves to fuel their passion further, driving them both toward a cathartic release that seems unattainable yet inevitable at the same time. As they move together, each thrust pushing them deeper into the other's soul, Lila closes her eyes and surrenders completely to this

Her walls clench tight around him as she comes apart beneath his touch, crying out his name and feeling the world explode in a cascade of sensations. Lila's body arches off the mattress, her back and hips lifting to meet each forceful thrust as her nails scratch at the skin above his hipbones, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. As she comes down from her high, the weight of what has just transpired hits her full force: She is no longer Damien's little femboy slut; she is Lila, his woman, and nothing will ever be the same again.

He groans low in his throat as he feels himself spill inside her once more, hips stuttering with each last hard thrust before finally stilling. For a long moment they lay together, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat, their heartbeats loud and th

Shaking and still panting slightly, Lila nods, already imagining the delicate constrictions of lace against her new body. Her fingertips tremble as she reaches for the hem of Damien's shirt, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being naked in front of him. "I... I'll go change." She manages to choke out before scurrying off, seeking refuge in her room.

Inside, Lila stands before her dresser, gazing at the various articles of feminine clothing spread out across its surface. Her breasts sway gently as she moves and she can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about putting these things on. After what feels like an eternity, she finally settles on a lacy bra and panties, along with a silk robe that trails seductively to the floor. With trembling hands, she sli

"Perfect." Damien's voice echoes through the room as he sees her dressed in her new lacy lingerie. "Now come here and let me see how you look in that robe." He beckons, eyes intent on devouring every inch of skin exposed by the silk garment. Lila takes a deep breath and slowly crosses the room to where Damien sits on the bed, her heart racing as she feels his gaze sweep over her body.

She hesitates for a moment before finally reaching out and sliding the robe from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. "T-there," she whispers shyly, blushing brightly beneath Damien's intense stare. He leans back against the headboard with a satisfied smile, taking in the sight of Lila bare before him once more.

"You look incredible." His voice is thick with

Lila blushes deeper at his words, unable to hide her pleasure from hearing him call her a whore. It's like she's finally found her purpose, finally embraced the role that Damien has always seen for her. She crawls across the bed toward him, the silk of the robe pooling around her as she leans in close. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything you want... just tell me what to do."

Her eyes search his face for any sign of approval, any hint of what he plans for her next. She feels so small and exposed before him, but there's also a thrill running through her that she can't ignore. Her hands tremble as they reach up, caressing Damien's chest, wondering if tonight he'll take her again... or maybe teach her something new.

Lila blinks in surprise at the mention of public sex, but she quickly recovers and nods slowly, her heart racing with excitement. "Alright... if that's what you want me to do," she whispers, nestling closer to Damien's side. Despite her growing anticipation for their upcoming adventure, exhaustion washes over her and she can't help but yawn. Within moments, the weight of her eyelids grows too heavy to bear and she drifts off into a fitful sleep.

The night passes in a blur of erotic dreams, most of them involving Damien and their plans for tomorrow. When she finally wakes up, it's with the faint glow of sunlight creeping through the curtains, signaling that morning has arrived. She stretches luxuriously before sitting up, suddenly remembering everything they discussed last night. A thrill courses through