You continue to live under someone else's control... you are passive and make no attempt to escape...

In almost four months, your hair has grown back pretty well, but Joe told you to wear a wig.

Somehow while washing in the shower, you noticed that your nipples are excited from touch, the areolas are enlarged, and your breasts are very swollen, your ass has also become more rounded. Now it was clear to you that Joe was injecting you with female hormones, such changes are clearly not from the fact that you are pumped with sperm every day. You looked at yourself in the mirror - you saw a young frightened girl. You did not know how to react, you stood and cried in the bathroom.

Your body was so strongly feminized... Your psyche also underwent strong metamorphoses... You were overcome by a feeling of powerlessness and self-pity.

But did you have a choice? Or was everything predetermined initially by your physical parameters and the weak-willed nature of your character?

About a month later, the beautician girl examined you and made you a nipple piercing.

The beautician girl did not forget to bring you new women's fashion magazines and various cosmetics.

Your wardrobe was updated, Joe bought you new things - but in your wardrobe, of course, there were no pants, and all your shoes were only heels. Yes, and you are already accustomed to heels - without them, it would not be comfortable for you to walk.

You have already applied makeup to your face with high quality, it turned out no worse than in the video.

A month later, your breasts reached the second size, and your penis was already so small that it was easy to hide even in the thong that you now always wore.

You are so accustomed to the fact that the black bandit Joe fucks you that you were already waiting for the moment when he fucks your stretched tender anus with his big fat black cock. If Joe did not do this, then you already simply passionately wanted anal sex, you could no longer live without it (almost like a **** addict without a dose).

Six months later, your hair was already so long that you no longer wore a wig. True, your hair required a haircut - so you always wore it gathered in a ponytail, and you cut your bangs yourself. Your chest was already exactly the third size (clearly like that silicone one, so you haven’t worn it for a long time). Just as often you did not wear a bra - you liked the way your pierced nipples rub against a blouse or other clothes and how your nipples darken through white blouses. You also enjoyed watching your breasts sway to the beat as Joe crushes your tender anal hole with his big black cock. You could even run in stilettos, and you did not pay attention to them. As a man, you have not thought about yourself for a long time, women's household chores seemed to you already ordinary.