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Chapter 34 by Yelawolf Yelawolf

You knew what he meant...

It's finally time to take HRT pills and other feminine products to turn your weak white body into a perfect sissy dealer

You stare at Fat G with the bag in hand. It's a box full of hormone pills, ****, and other stuff. You knew this was coming, the day you'd finally become a girl. You are terrified, but there is nothing you can do. You are a sissy. You need their black cocks to survive. You can't leave this situation. You are theirs, and only theirs until you use goods.

Fat G hands you the bag. "Go ahead and get ready."

You stare into his dark eyes. "Here, in front of everyone."

He smiles. "Yeah, here. Go on."

You are breathing heavily, and a wave of fear washes over you. Your hands tremble as you hold the bag.

He laughs, mocking you. "Come on bitch. Take out the pills."

"Ok. Ok." You reach into the bag, grabbing the small pill bottle. You open it and drop the pills into your palm.

"There you go. Now swallow the fucking things." He said, his fat cock is hard watching you.

"Ok. Fuck." You shove the pills down your throat.

"Take the next ones." Fat G order.

You pull the next pill bottle, your hands are shaking. You are so nervous, your body is sweating. Your mind is racing. Your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"What's wrong, bitch. Take the fucking pills. Don't make me beat your little white ass." He threatens.

"Ok, ok." You pull the cap, taking a handful of pills. Shoving them down your throat as you feel the heat between your legs and something spreading across your chest. Your pink nipples feel extra sensitive after engulfing these pills that are meant for transgressing trans people. You are feeling the effect almost immediately.

"Now for the last set." He said, his cock twitching and throbbing.

You put your hands on your knees. Trying to stop the dizziness. You take a deep breath, reach into the bag, and pull out the next bottle. You open the cap, taking a few pills. Swallowing them down. You drop the bottle and stumble back. You can't catch yourself. You fall onto the floor, landing on your butt.

"Oh, come on. Get the fuck up, faggot." Fat G yells as you feel a hand smacking the side of your face.

You crawl up, looking around. Fat G and Tyreese are the only two dudes inside today. Others are out-loving products or at their home.

"Look at the sissy boi. Haha, so pathetic. Now let's take the final set. This will make your cock a nice flaccid clitty." Fat G said, as his large ebony rod tapped your cheeks.

"Ok." You said.

"Get up, and fucking take the damn pills." He smacks the other side of your face.

You crawl back up, taking a couple more pills. Your body is feeling weird. So many pills invading your male form, trying their best to turn you into a cute dainty sissy girl. A proper-looking woman that cops will only see as a white girl with a taste for huge black men. You know that is not the truth, you are being **** into this life. Yet, there is nothing you can do about it. You can't escape. You are their toy.

"I can't wait until you become a full-blown white slut. Haha."

They are going to make you a girl, so they can use and **** you. You couldn't stand the thought. But it's too late, your body is changing. For the better, your skin will be softer and your hair thicker.

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Tyreese...

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