Kylie, Duh

Kylie woke up the next morning still tangled in her cum-crusted pink floral sundress. The dried mess on the fabric and her skin felt like a badge of honor. She didn’t shower right away. Instead, she knelt in front of her bedroom mirror again, staring at the pretty, ruined girl looking back.

“I don’t want to be Kyle anymore,” she whispered, voice soft but certain. “Kyle was boring. Kyle had a useless little dick and no real purpose. Kylie… Kylie gets used. Kylie gets loved for how pathetic she is.”She filmed a short video on her phone something she’d never dared before. Lifting the sundress, she showed her tiny pink cage and spoke directly to the camera: “Hi… I’m Kylie Nutt. This is my pathetic girl-clit. Yesterday I got fucked in a club bathroom by a hung trans woman and a real man while wearing this pretty dress. I came hands-free like the sissy I am. I want more.”

She sent the video to Dr. Voss.The reply came within minutes: “Good girl. Come to the Wellness Center at 3 PM. Wear something even prettier. Mommy has plans for her favorite micro-clit princess.”

Kylie arrived in a baby-blue babydoll dress with white lace trim, thigh-high white stockings, and delicate makeup. Dr. Voss greeted her personally, pulling her into a deep, possessive kiss right in the lobby.“You’ve made Mommy so proud, Kylie,” she purred, sliding a hand under the short dress to fondle the cage. “Today we begin your deeper training.”

The session started gentle but quickly turned filthy. Dr. Voss had two visitors waiting: Vanessa and a new, extremely well-hung Black trans woman named Dominique ten thick inches of superior girl-cock. They spent the next two hours breaking Kylie down on the therapy platform.They made her worship both cocks while Dr. Voss narrated.“Look at her go,” Dr. Voss cooed. “Our former Kyle is now eagerly sucking two superior trans cocks like the cock-hungry princess she was always meant to be.”

Kylie gagged and drooled, mascara running as she tried but failed to take Dominique’s massive length down her throat. Vanessa face-fucked her from the side, slapping her heavy balls against Kylie’s cheek.

They spit-roasted her mercilessly. Dominique claimed her ass, stretching her far wider than anything before, while Vanessa fed her throat. The two superior women kissed passionately above her as they used the sissy like a fleshlight.

“Fuck, she’s getting better at this,” Dominique groaned, pounding deep. “This pussy is ruined for anything small now.”

Kylie’s caged micro clit leaked constantly onto the platform. Every thrust made her tiny locked dick bounce and twitch pathetically. Dr. Voss edged the cage with two fingers while whispering, “Tell them who you are now, princess.”

“I’m not Kyle anymore!” Kylie cried out between thrusts. “I’m Kylie… a pathetic micro-clit sissy who exists for superior cock. Please use me harder!”

The two trans women rewarded her by pulling out and covering her face and babydoll dress in thick, heavy loads of cum. Dr. Voss made her scoop it up and eat every drop while they filmed her.That evening, back at home, Kylie lay in bed in nothing but stockings and her cum-stained dress. She edged her caged clit for over an hour, replaying the day in her mind. The feeling of two thick trans cocks owning her holes. The taste of their cum. The way they completely ignored her tiny locked clit while they used her.She came hands-free again, another weak, feminine dribble, while moaning, “I’m Kylie… I’m a sissy whore… I don’t want to be a man ever again.”The next few days blurred into a haze of deepening submission. Dr. Voss put her on a strict regimen: hormones to soften her body further, constant chastity, and daily cock worship sessions. Kylie’s micro clit stopped even trying to reach three inches. It stayed a cute, puffy two inches at most a perfect little clitty. By the end of the week, Kylie begged Dr. Voss on her knees: “Please… I want to go further. I want everyone to know what I am. I want to work for you, Mommy. However you want to use me.” Dr. Voss stroked her hair lovingly and smiled. “That’s my perfect girl. We’ll start you slow dancing at my club, then private sessions.

“Soon you’ll be one of my best little pornstars.”Kylie kissed Dr. Voss’s heels, tears of overwhelming joy and shame running down her face. The last fragments of Kyle were disappearing fast, melting away under wave after wave of humiliating, bliss.