Allyson (Femininity)

"Hallo Johnny," bubbles Allyson brightly. Beautiful as a Barbie doll and half as intelligent, John dated her for a month in college. "Is that really you?"

John opened her mouth to beg for help, but to her horror no sound emerged.

"This is such a silly dream. John would never want to be a woman. But if you're gonna be one, you gotta be the most womanly woman ever, mmmkay? You used to hate it when I'd wear pants or even a shirt that didn't have lace or show a lot of cleavage... your lil doll, that's what you called me right? So you're going to be a doll now too mmkay? Dressing as girlishly as you can, moving as femininely as posslble, every move advertising your sex..."

John mouths a wordless denial, but she can already feel something happening to her... to her mind, her attitude, her personality... she still feels the utter humiliation of being dressed in women's clothes but she knows now, without a doubt, that there's no way she can wear anything else, that she can reach out and touch men's clothing but never, ever put it on...

Oh no.

Oh no.

They're not just giving her physical traits. They can... they can give her compulsions too!