Izuku's journey into sissyhood begins

The next couple of hours turned out to some of the longest hours he'd ever experienced. Stuck naked to the bed, not knowing what would come next was a form of mental **** baring heavily on Izuku's psyche. He pulled again at his restraints, but to no avail. By now, he'd surveyed all parts of the room that he could see, but from what his eyes told him, there only seemed to be one way out - the door.

Izuku swore under his breath. How could he let this happen? He was sure by now that people were looking for him and if he knew his friends properly, it wouldn’t take long before he was found. All Izuku could do now was to hold out.

Then, the door opened. Izuku's eyes narrowed as he saw Miss Satashima step into his confines. She was carrying a small purse in her right hand and a backpack in the other. When she saw Izuku's angry gaze she smirked, before sitting down on the same chair beside the bed that she had done many hours previously.

"Hello there, my dear sissy. How are you feeling?" The woman gave a fake pout. "You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself. Well, all that is going to change from today forward. Today is the start of your new life as a girly sissy bimbo brat."

Izuku remained quiet, glaring at the woman with sheer loathing.

She ran a nail teasingly along Izuku's abs. "Don't worry. It won't take long. A month in here and you'll emerge as someone completely different." Miss Satashima opened the purse she'd been carrying and pulled out a needle and a small vial of Bimbosis. Slowly, she filled the syringe. "Now then, lay still won’t you?"

Izuku, determined to make this stay as unpleasant as possible for his captor began thrashing about to the best of his ability. Miss Satashima however, only looked mildly annoyed, like she had expected this to happen. She put down the syringe on the bedside table and stared at the green haired hero.

"You know, all of this will be much easier if you comply. Otherwise, I'll have to start using brute **** and I'd like to avoid damaging you. You're going to turn into something priceless after all."

Izuku chuckled darkly. "You think I should comply, huh? Do you know how many people have said that to me before? Well, here is a short one for you. The moment I get out of these cuffs, I will use my quirk to escape. You know that you can't stop me. I stopped Shigaraki and I will stop you." Izuku pulled at the cuffs again. "And even if I don't get out of these cuffs, it won't be long until my friends find me."

Miss Satashima laughed. "You sure have high hopes, little hero. But let me tell you something. Nobody is going to save you. No one."

She clapped her hands twice and the door swung open again. Four masked men dressed in black stepped inside and lined up behind the dark-haired woman. Miss Satashima picked up the syringe again and looked Izuku straight in the eyes.

"It wouldn’t have come to this if you had complied." She gave a wave to the men behind her. "Hold him down."

The men advanced on Izuku and grabbed ahold of his legs and arms. He tried to struggle but it was meaningless. The men were simply too strong. Slowly and with precision, the dark haired woman pierced a vein with the syringe and pumped the first of many fills of Bimbosis into Izuku's arm. Izuku swore and tried to launch himself upwards, but to little avail.

"Keep him still," said Miss Satashima as she withdrew the syringe and placed it back in the purse. "We're not done yet."

She clapped her hands once more and another man stepped into the room. Izuku continued to struggle against the men, trying with all his might to escape. He tried to feel for his quirk again, but like previously it didn't respond.

He looked up at the masked man entering the room. The masked man was carrying something that closely resembled a vizor. Izuku glared at Miss Satashima.

"You will regret this," said Izuku menacingly. Miss Satashima glanced at the strapped down hero and gave a low chuckle.

"No, my dear boy. You will regret ever meddling in my affairs." She looked at Izuku like a small child observing an ant. "Also, you may have wondered why you can't use your quirk." Izuku stopped struggling and looked at the woman. Behind her the man carrying the vizor came to a standstill. Miss Satashima bent down beside Izuku's ear. "Don't worry, I haven't done anything to it. It's still there. My quirk simply stops you from using it."

"What is your quirk?" said Izuku pointedly. "Tell me!"

Miss Satashima laughed. "Why? So that you'll be given an advantage? So that you can escape? No, I don't think so." She ran another one of her nails across Izuku's cheek. "You're a smart boy. Or should I say 'soon to be girl'? You figure it out."

She leant back and clapped her hands. "Now then, playtime is over. Back to work." From behind her, the man holding the vizor stepped forward. "Put the vizor on him and bring the headphones." Izuku once again began his struggle, but like previously it was fruitless. Slowly the vizor was fastened around his head, completely covering his eyes, leaving him blind to the world. Izuku felt how one of the men attached a pair of headphones.

Somewhere he could hear Miss Satashima laughing. "Enjoy the viewing, little sissy. See you in the morning for another dose. Turn on the vizor!"

Izuku could hear how the men and the dark haired woman left the room. Soon he was left with nothing but his own breathing. For a few seconds the vizor remained black. Then, with a hum, the screen in front of Izuku's eyes turned white and Izuku was slung head first into the world of sissification.