One month in

You’re back on the crinkling exam table, legs spread wider than last time, completely naked except for the delicate pink panties Cathy had you leave on “for modesty” that are already soaked at the front. Your body feels entirely different after just thirty days on estrogen and testosterone blockers.

Softer.

Hotter.

Sluttier.

Your skin is smoother and more sensitive, almost glowing under the clinic lights. Subtle fat has started padding your hips and ass, giving you the faintest hint of a feminine curve that makes your cocklette twitch every time you catch yourself in the mirror. Your nipples are constantly swollen, puffy little buds that ache for attention—brushing against fabric makes you leak helplessly. And between your legs… your once-small cock has shrunk into a dainty, sensitive clitlette, barely two inches long even when desperately trying to get hard. Your balls are tiny and tight, pulled up like they’re trying to hide, producing almost nothing.

Your mind is a constant haze of filthy, sissy daydreams as Cathy reviews your labs and prepares to re-measure everything.God, you want to be owned.

The thought hits you hard while Cathy’s gloved hands gently lift your shrunken balls. You imagine a tall, confident Trans Queen thick cock swinging heavy between her thighs, full breasts, commanding presence.

In your daydream she’s called Mistress Vesper. She finds you online, sees your pathetic progress pics, and claims you instantly. “Look at this tiny sissy clit,” she’d laugh, flicking your shrunken dicklette dismissively. “This belongs to me now.”

In the fantasy you drop to your knees the moment she walks through your door. She’s wearing tight leather, her massive girl-cock already half-hard and thicker than your wrist. You nuzzle it worshipfully, inhaling her scent, then eagerly take her down your throat while your own clitlette drips uselessly onto the floor. She face-fucks you with long, deep strokes, smearing lipstick across your cheeks, calling you her pretty little owned bitch.

When she finally bends you over, she makes you beg: “Please, Mistress, breed your sissy’s pussy. Own me completely.”

You moan softly on the exam table as the memory plays out. Cathy notices and smiles knowingly.Your nights have become pure depraved rituals. After the first week you stopped even pretending to fight it. You come home, strip down to thigh-high stockings and a slutty crop top that rubs your sensitive nipples raw, lock the door, and dive headfirst into trans and sissy porn. You crave videos of girls just like you soft, shrinking, **** getting claimed by dominant Trans Queens with huge, veiny cocks.One session from last week still makes your clitlette leak just thinking about it: You were on all fours in front of your full-length mirror, a thick plug stretching your ass after two hours of edging.

On screen, a stunning Trans Queen with DD breasts and a 9-inch cock was railing a petite sissy. The sissy’s own tiny clit was locked in a pink cage, leaking constantly as she screamed in pleasure. “Take my cock, owned slut,” the Queen growled, pounding her prostate until the sissy came hands-free in weak, ruined spurts.

You matched every thrust with two, then three fingers slamming into your own eager hole, curling hard against your prostate while frantically jerking your pathetic clitlette. Your voice had risen higher: whimpering, moaning, begging out loud to an empty room. “Please own me… I want a big Trans cock to ruin me…”

When you came, it was shattering—your ass clenched violently around your fingers, prostate pulsing, forcing out a long, clear, feminine dribble that pooled beneath you. You kept fingering through it, overstimulating yourself into a second, weaker orgasm while imagining Mistress Vesper breeding you deep, flooding your sissy pussy with thick cum.

That fantasy has consumed you. You want to be collared. You want your name changed to something pretty and feminine. You want your tiny clitlette locked away permanently while a superior Trans woman uses your holes whenever she wants. The estrogen has amplified every submissive urge your daydreams during the day now involve being paraded on a leash, dressed in lingerie, **** to suck her cock in public bathrooms, or shared with her other hung Trans friends while they mock how small and useless your sissy parts have become.Cathy brings you back to reality by palpating your chest. “Beautiful budding,” she murmurs, rolling your puffy nipples between her fingers. Sharp pleasure shoots straight to your clitlette, making it twitch and leak into the soaked panties. “Your breast tissue is responding wonderfully. And down here…”

She measures your clitlette. Barely 2.1 inches “erect.” Your balls have shrunk even further. She rolls them gently, almost affectionately. “Excellent feminization. Genital atrophy progressing nicely. How does it feel knowing your manhood is disappearing?”

You confess everything in a shaky, higher voice—the endless trans porn, the marathon ass-fucking sessions with bigger and bigger toys, the overwhelming desire to be owned by a big-cocked Trans Queen. Cathy’s eyes light up with delight.“That’s very common on this path, princess. Many sissies discover that their true pleasure comes from submission and penetration. Keep leaning into it. Maybe it’s time to start thinking about makeup, wardrobe… or even reaching out to someone who can properly own a girl like you.”The words make you throb. In your filthiest new daydream, Mistress Vesper brings you back to this very clinic for a “progress check.” She makes you spread for Cathy while she films it, her thick cock resting on your back as she promises to breed you right there on the table once your holes are deemed ready. You’d cum just from the humiliation, your tiny locked clitlette spurting uselessly while she laughs and calls you her owned estrogen slut.

Cathy finishes the ultrasound and bloodwork, then leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. “You’re becoming such a good girl. Keep masturbating. Keep training that pussy. The more you surrender, the better it feels.”You leave the clinic with hard nipples, a leaking clitlette tucked into damp panties, and an ass that clenches with need. On the drive home you’re already planning tonight: new sissy hypno videos focused on Trans Queen domination, a larger dildo to stretch yourself for future ownership, and hours spent edging while moaning about how badly you need to be collared and fucked senseless by a superior big-cocked goddess.