A wet nightmare...

You are running, feet sinking into the floor, your heavy breasts weighing you down, the snickering sounds of the gremlins close behind. Naked, exposed, terrified, you feel a thousand hateful, hungry eyes on your blushing, beautiful body.

"Hate her...faggot...failure...fuck her...catch her...kill her..." the skittering voices of the imps surrounding you fall somewhere between the rustle of dead leaves and the sharp squeak of a wounded animal. They swarm you. Tiny, pathetic, but its their fear that makes them dangerous. Cowards are ****, crafty, and reckless in their hatred, something you recognize all too well as you see an army of tiny trembling shadows of your boy self scrambling all over you. You try to scream but they are climbing down your throat...

...

"MOMMMYYYYY!" you shoot out of bed with a start, sobbing as your Mommy catches you in her warm embrace. Even her stern "School Mom" costume can't hide the wellspring of compassion pouring out of her. She holds you tight, letting your burrow in her bosom and stain her silk blouse with your tears.

"Oh I know...I know...I faced my shadows too. I was hoping yours wouldn't be so scary, but it seems they always are. But don't worry, precious pearl, I have medicine and a lesson to make them all go away forevery evers." You dry your tears and get dressed in your sissy school uniform, feeling safer and sublimely squirmy as you slide the silk over your soft skin. You skip downstairs following your mother to the breakfast table. There you find a salivating spread of...pills?!

"I know, my pretty pancake, it's not the feast you're used to. Today's lesson is about diet, exercise, and smothering and screaming scraps of boy gunk lingering inside you." You state at the rainbow regimen of pills before you and begin to have second thoughts and not for the first time. Something about this seems more...permanent...

"I'm not gonna lie, pouty princess. These pills are a one way street. We can eventually reverse the hypnosis if you decide you love getting fucked but somehow aren't a sissy. But these pills are cutting edge from your Daddy's firm. You will feel the swell of tender teen titties overnight, your little clit will remain permanently limp...not that it's been standing at attention much these last two days, your every other erogenous zone will grow more sensitive...and accommodating. In short, you won't ever get to go back to being a boy after this. But, baby unicorn, let's be honest. You'll never be a real man, even if you struggle and claw your way back to being a beta boi."

It would sound cruel coming from anyone else, but you know your sissy Mommy understands you in a way no one else does, and loves you no matter what you are. It seems like such an easy answer, you've already come this far, what's one more step? But like the first step, the final step offers its own unique chasm to cross, or in this case, to leap in. Your nightmare was warning you that deep down a bit of boy still breaths inside you. But do you even want to keep that bawling beta boi alive?