You aren’t a girl

“Do… do I have to choose?” You meekly say, to a cold laugh by your beloved now key holder.

“Yes of course!” See says, not taking your objective seriously.

“Well… I’m not a girl…” you mutter, which she makes you repeat louder.

“Oh you aren’t? Damn right, no you are just a cute pathetic sissy boy. So let’s get your look finished!”

With that she grabs out some accessories, and you wonder how long she’s had these or if she got them with you in mind. The first is a black leather collar with multiple silver rings, along with a chain leash. Second were striped arm socks, with leather wrist restraints locked above.

She then proceeded to add eye liner and black lipstick, along with jelling your hair. At the end you looked like a gothic Femboy, leashed to her hand.

“Now don’t you look good! Now, thank your mistress, sissy boy!”

Still crimson from embarrassment and horniness, you say “thank you… Mistress Demonica.”

“Good slut. Now, I need to go out to get some stuff done. You can come with, or I can meet you back at your place.”