Mrs. Brief has been waiting for this moment just as much as you have, and now it’s finally here. You’ve begged and begged for the chance to hand yourself over completely, to surrender that last piece of pride and step into your true identity. I look at you with that knowing smile, already calling you what you really are: my pretty little sissy slut. There’s no turning back now, because the second you kneel before me, you’re reminded that this is your only real purpose—to serve, to please, and to be molded into the perfect toy for my amusement. I instruct you with teasing words, reminding you that any remnants of your so-called manhood mean nothing compared to the role you’ve been chosen for. You don’t need to be strong or masculine. You don’t need to be anything but mine. You belong as my bimbo plaything, my obedient hole, my living doll. I whisper your new identity into your ear as I train you with every degrading, humiliating command, and you feel yourself glowing with pride to final
