Jane is unhappy with your behavior

You come to slowly, as if emerging from a deep fog. Your head spins, and the world around you feels unfamiliar and strange. You realize you're sitting in a chair, with people in salon uniforms moving around you. The stylist smiles at you and says, "All done, darling! Look at your hands and feet — just perfect!" You look up and see your legs, clad in high heels, and a skirt that barely covers your thighs. You’re wearing a light top that leaves your shoulders bare. You feel strange, uncomfortable, but before you can figure out what’s happening, the stylist hands you a mirror.

"Look how beautiful you are!" she says, clearly pleased with her work. You take the mirror with trembling hands and... freeze. Your face — it's no longer quite yours. It looks more feminine, with softer features, fuller lips, and perfectly shaped eyebrows. The makeup is flawless: a light foundation, blush highlighting your cheekbones, and softly pink lips. But something else seems different. You notice your hair is longer, shiny, and well-groomed. It cascades over your shoulders in soft waves, as if you just stepped out of a premium salon.

You try to remember how you ended up here, but your memory fails you. The last thing you recall is watching a movie at home. And now you're here, in a beauty salon, dressed as if you're heading to a party. You feel utterly lost, but the stylists are already saying goodbye, telling you everything is ready and you can go. You nod mechanically and stand up to leave. The heels feel awkward, and you wobble, trying to keep your balance. People around you glance curiously, some men turn their heads, eyeing your figure appraisingly(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3f/25/20/3f2520e958fd8af7de9cc7f2ba975815.jpg). You feel embarrassed but continue walking, hoping to get home quickly.

When you finally arrive home, you immediately notice something is off. The front door is slightly ajar, though you’re sure you locked it. You step inside and stop in the hallway, feeling your heart race. A sweet perfume lingers in the air, one you don’t recognize. You head to your room and... freeze in the doorway.

Your room is no longer yours. It’s now something between a teenage girl’s boudoir and a model’s glamorous bedroom. The walls are painted in pastel tones, with pink and white accents everywhere: fluffy rugs, soft pillows, mirrors with lighting. Your old wardrobe has been replaced by a closet system filled with women’s clothing: dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie — all neatly hung and arranged. Your things are gone. There’s no trace of your old life.

On the desk lies a note. You approach and pick it up with trembling hands. The letter is written in neat, almost childlike handwriting:

"Dear silly little boy,

I’m so glad you decided to declare war. You know, I always knew you’d try to resist, but you can’t even imagine how useless it is. While you were asleep, I did everything to make you who you’re supposed to be. Now you’re truly *mine*.

Here’s what I’ve done for us:

1. Breasts: We now have a lovely A-cup bust. I decided it’s the perfect size to start with.
2. Butt: I added some volume where it was needed. Now it looks much more appetizing.
3. Lips: The lip fillers were just the beginning. Now they’re full and pouty, like a real girl’s.
4. Laser hair removal: No more body or facial hair. The stubble is gone, and our eyebrows are always perfectly shaped. We must be smooth and flawless.
5. Estrogen: I started hormone therapy. Don’t worry, it’s safe — it’ll just change our skin and figure a bit.
6. Piercings: Our ears and belly button are now adorned. Isn’t it cute?
7. Chastity cage: I replaced the cage with something more secure and snug. Besides, I hid the key so well that you’ll never find it.
8. Hair extensions: Our hair will now grow faster and become even more beautiful.
9. Room: As you can see, I redecorated it. Now it fully matches our new identity.

And this is just the beginning. If you keep resisting, I’ll do even more. You chose this path yourself.

New rules:

• You will only wear what I approve. No compromises.
• Makeup is mandatory every day. No exceptions.
• You will attend beauty treatments regularly. I’ve already booked us for several appointments.
• If you try to remove the cage or break the rules, I’ll do something even more radical.

Don’t try to find the trigger. You can’t. And while you sleep, I’ll do whatever I want.

With love,

Jane."

You read the note again and again, feeling a chill run down your spine. Your body has changed. You run your hands over your chest, stomach, and hips, trying to comprehend the extent of what’s happened. Your lips feel unusually full, and your skin is softer. You notice even your hands look different: long nails painted with polish, smooth and well-groomed skin. You look in the mirror and see a completely different person.

You realize Jane isn’t joking. She’s acting decisively and methodically, turning you into someone you never wanted to be. And unless you find a way to stop her, she’ll keep changing you.

You sit on the bed, tears welling up in your eyes. You know time is against you. Every time you lose control, Jane grows stronger, and you grow weaker.