Confidently.

My wife came forward and looked down at me, her former husband. I felt my loss of height profoundly. I’d been strong and ultra masculine before. I’d been the one looking down upon women. "Hmm. You’re sexier than I’d dreamed. Come on my little Bimbo-doll. They want to see the new improved you. Show them." She told me.

I nodded. The z-chamber had already affected my mind. I was quite embarrassed. Worse I was naked, my utter emasculation clear for all to see. And I was... I was compelled to obey. "Yes mistress." That was my wife. Not my mistress. She had vowed to honour and obey me. Not the other way around. But mistress seemed right. I felt afraid. Near tears. This was so much more humbling than I have expected!

I also knew that they had consulted Gail about my new form in the event the decision found me guilty. Gail... she had chosen this form for me, I knew it. She had known of my roving eye, knew of my predilection for sinuous curves and an innocent look. Suzy was almost ten years younger than Gail with wide, impressionable eyes. A petite Asian girl. As I looked at my reflection in the plexus-glass of the Z-Chamber I knew this form was not an accident.

Show them... Show them what? What I had become? She led me forward to a small podium where the spotlights shone down on me, casting new shadows and silhouettes, outlining my sunken status and shapeliness. There was a liquid grace to my movements. My breasts jiggled in a most unaccustomed manner, bouncing up and down slightly and shifting from side to side as my hips swayed. My hips felt wider, my stance altered, my centre of gravity off. I felt the muscles in my back compensating for the new weight of my breasts and my generous ass cheeks clenched as I tried to familiarise myself with my drastically altered physiology. I felt ... sensual. Sexual. Soft. Weak. Feminine. So damn tiny. I brushed long dark hair from my face.

The shock of the procedure, the adrenaline anxiety had worn off.. Now I was just befuddled. What was happening next? The next part of the ceremony? A part of me truly felt dread; whatever it was would be humiliating. Yet that same thought caused a sudden heat in my abdomen, a strange new craving to be shamed. Oh Christ I was in all kinds of trouble.

Gail took my much smaller hand in hers and led me on my new bare feet up to the top of the small raised platform. The machine had shrunk me so much I numbly realised but for some reason I walked on tip toes, a bit like a ballerina... something had been done to the arches of my feet. I needed heels. Pumps. This was great.

But that wasn't the most significant change. Flashes went off as the press photoed me. Gail lifted my hand and made me turn about slowly to display the extent of my changes. My full breasts with large pert nipples swayed as I turned, face blushing at how indecently feminine I now was. My narrow waist twisted as my flaring hips twisted about sensually.

I felt my hairless sex swell slightly as my embarrassment caused me unwanted arousal. I was a man god damn it. This was so degrading... but also so bloody exciting. I was so self conscious of my new female body.

And Gail was loving it.

I looked out over the crowd. I knew many of the people gathered here. This was not something I would ever live down. Gail patted my bare ass. I swallowed.

They would think of me like this from now on. A bimbo doll. A subservient non-person. The mental changes made me love it though. I was embarrassed and it made me fucking horny. And they could see it. And that only made me hornier. It was utterly humiliating how much this was turning me on. I was a sexy little bimbo doll and that was pushing my buttons. My nipples grew more erect, hard and pointy. My sex grew puffy and swollen. Gail turned me around and led me away to the car. We climbed in.

"How did you like that?" She asked. The question was almost rhetorical.

I blushed. I’d loved every second of it. It was shameful. But my new conditioning meant I wanted to be degraded. "Yes... it was incredible."

Gail laughed. "Your Cock is gone for good. I'm not going to let you undo any of the physical or mental changes. Even after your sentence is up. You're mine. You made me like pussy. I like pussy... your pussy. You little fuck..." she smiled tightly. “You messed with my mind. You cheated on me. You deserve this. I’m going to enjoy having you like this...”

I nodded realising that I was partly to blame for this. I sat in the limo. A limo I'd once owned but was now the legal property of Gail. As I was. I was property now. And possibly always would be. I bit my lip as my pussy tingled at the thought. Fucking mind manipulation. I didn't have a chance.