Depends on your point of view

“Hi Andrea. Nice to hear from you so soon.” (They normally talked at least once a month on the phone and made a point of meeting for lunch every few month.) “What’s on your mind?”

Andrea explained her situation. “It’s Daniel, my son. We’ve just had a doctor’s apointment, and like you always predicted, he just couldn’t pass muster.”

Natalie tried not to sound to satisfied about it, but it was hard. “Baby boy had a micropenis huh? I told you you’d be better of having him reassigned from the start. You’ve already got all the cock a woman could ever want, and your daughter has even more from what I’ve heard. You didn’t need some weenie boy crowding the gene pool.”

While somewhat unsympathetic, Natalie’s words did make Andrea feel strangely better. Perhaps it was simply that men lacked the same magnitude as futa by nature. She’d already raised one well-endowed futa, and had sired god knew how many more through the years. If her son turned out to be a sissy, that wasn’t her fault. It was simply how men were. Thinking that way made what came next much easier.

“Yeah, that’s what the doctor said. I’ve decided to have Daniel undergo feminization, and I’d like you to train him, or her, I guess I should say, if it isn’t too much trouble.”

Natalie’s excitement was audible over the phone. “Oh Andrea, I’d love too! I’m so proud you trust me to do this, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure she turns out as a perfect sissy. When can we start?”

Natalie had always wanted to train a sissy, but she’d only ever had daughters. Not that she wasn’t proud of them, they were fine young futa woman just like their Sire (the term used for a futa who contributes seed to a pregnancy,) and Natalie certainly didn’t want a son, but she longed to properly put her theories to practice. Thus far she’d had to settle for consulting parents and trainers who worked on their own sissies, albeit with great success.

“We’ve already made it official and she’s all dressed up for her new life. She’s bound and gagged and caged and everything. Even has a new name, Danielle. We’re in the car at the moment, so I could bring her by right now if you want, or do you need time to prepare.”

“No, no, it’s much better for her to come straight to me. Don’t take her gag out or untie her until she get’s here. Resistance must be handled properly in the early days of her training.” Natalie was quickly gather up her tools of trade. Life was about to to get whole lot more fun.

“Alright,” Andrea said a bit uncertainly. “You know best. I’ll be there in thirty.”

Natalie was waiting outside her house when Andra pulled up. When Danielle saw who she was being handed over to she started to panic. She knew Natalie and her man-hating ways all too well. That woman had been advocating for Danielle’s mother to feminize her for years, and now it was happening, and the poor sissy was at the feminist’s mercy.

Natalie gave Andrea a not-so-platonic kiss and took Danielle’s leash. “Don’t worry dear, give me a month and she’ll be obedient. Give me six and she won’t even want to disobey, and in a year I could make her forget she was ever a guy.” Natalie boasted.

“Good luck, and thanks again for doing this, Nat. I just couldn’t stomach it myself.”

As Andrea drove off Natalie look at Danielle menacingly. “Right now you still walk like a man, look like a man, and think like a man, but I’ll soon fix that.” She dragged the sissy inside to what look like a bondage dungeon.

“Welcome to the treatment center for wayward sissies. You’re going to hate this so much, and that’s why I’m gonna love it.”

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