Felicia's Delightful Torment

As you walk hand in hand with Felicia towards the Feminii Mall, you can't help but notice the strange sense of happiness bubbling up inside you. Despite your previous reservations and uncertainties, you find yourself inexplicably content, even eager, to embrace this new identity as Roxie.

With each step, you repeat the mantra in your head, finding more and more truth to its words. "I'm just a little Feminii, obeying Mistress Felicia," you think to yourself, and a sense of belonging washes over you. You're fulfilling your role, serving Mistress Felicia as she desires.

"My only purpose is to serve and please," you continue silently, and you can't help but agree. Your desires, once so prominent in your mind, seem to fade into the background as you focus solely on Felicia's pleasure.

"I'm grateful for the opportunity to submit and be owned," you repeat, and a sense of gratitude fills your heart. Felicia has given you purpose, a sense of direction in this confusing world.

"I am Mistress Felicia's toy, and my desires don't matter," you affirm, and for the first time, you feel a sense of liberation in relinquishing control. Your only concern is making Felicia happy, and that's all that matters.

"I exist solely for her pleasure," you conclude, and a wave of satisfaction washes over you. As long as Felicia is pleased, you feel fulfilled, complete.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely notice as you arrive at the restaurant, Troia e Puttana Gustoso Grub. Felicia squeezes your hand affectionately, snapping you out of your reverie. "Ready for a delicious dinner, babe?" she asks, her Brooklyn accent adding a playful lilt to her words.

You nod eagerly, a smile tugging at your lips. Despite the uncertainties that still linger in your mind, you can't deny the sense of happiness and fulfillment that accompanies your newfound identity as Roxie. With Felicia by your side, you feel ready to face whatever the future may hold.

As you walk hand in hand with Felicia to the table in the restaurant, you finally take a moment to admire her outfit. It's only now that you realize she changed since the morning, but you're too mesmerized by her appearance to dwell on the details. She's dressed in a form-fitting black leather mini dress that accentuates every curve of her body, paired with sleek heels that elongate her legs. Her makeup is flawless, with smoky eyes and crimson lips adding to her allure. You can't help but feel a surge of admiration for her beauty.

"Wow, Mistress Felicia, you look absolutely stunning," you say to your own surprise, as your voice is modulated to a feminine pitch, likely a result of the pills she gave you earlier.

Felicia beams at you, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Thank you, Roxie," she replies, her Brooklyn accent adding a hint of warmth to her words. "You look pretty damn good yourself."

You can't help but blush at the compliment, feeling a sense of validation wash over you. Despite your initial apprehension, you can't deny the thrill of being acknowledged and appreciated by Felicia.

"Could you do me a favor, Roxie?" Felicia asks, her tone soft but commanding.

"Of course, Mistress Felicia," you respond automatically, a sense of obedience ingrained in your every word.

"Repeat your mantra for me," she instructs, her gaze locked on yours.

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading across your lips. "I'm just a little Feminii, obeying Mistress Felicia. My only purpose is to serve and please. I'm grateful for the opportunity to submit and be owned. I am Mistress Felicia's toy, and my desires don't matter. I exist solely for her pleasure," you recite, each word carrying a weight of truth that sends a shiver down your spine.

Felicia's smile widens at your compliance, and she reaches across the table to squeeze your hand affectionately. "That's my good girl," she murmurs, her approval sending a surge of warmth through you.

As you sit across from her, basking in her praise, you can't help but wonder why you feel so giddy all of a sudden. But in this moment, with Felicia by your side, everything seems to oddly fall into place.

As the waiter approaches, Felicia flashes him a charming smile. "Buonasera," she greets him in a smooth tone.

"Buonasera, signora, signorina," the waiter replies, returning her smile. "Welcome to Troia e Puttana Gustoso Grub. May I take your order?"

You feel a surge of excitement as Felicia turns to you, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, Roxie, let's see what they have to offer," she says, picking up the menu. You nod eagerly, scanning the menu for options.

"I think I'll start with the Antipasto Caldo Seduzione," Felicia says, her gaze lingering on the appetizer section. "And for the main course, how about the Penne all'Arrabbiata Piccante?"

You follow her lead, selecting the Caprese Sensuale for your appetizer and the Risotto al Funghi Orgasmo for your main course. The waiter scribbles down your order, his eyes flickering with amusement at the playful banter between you and Felicia.

"And to drink?" he asks, his tone professional but tinged with curiosity.

Felicia grins, leaning back in her chair. "I'll have a glass of the Chianti Sensuale, and my lovely companion here will have the Prosecco Passione," she replies, nodding towards you.

You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of excitement coursing through your veins. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings and the uncertainty of what lies ahead, you can't shake the feeling of elation that seems to surround you in Felicia's presence.

As the waiter walks away to place your order, you steal a glance at Felicia, unable to contain your smile. Whatever the reason for your newfound happiness, you're grateful for this moment of joy in her company.

As you sit across from Felicia in the cozy ambiance of the restaurant, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm hue over the table, you feel an inexplicable sense of happiness bubbling within you. It's as if every worry and concern has melted away in her presence, leaving only a feeling of contentment and joy.

"So, Roxie," Felicia begins, her Brooklyn accent adding a familiar comfort to her words, "tell me about your upcoming transition phase of the program. What's going through your mind?"

You pause, contemplating her question. "Honestly, Mistress Felicia," you start, the title slipping out effortlessly, "I... I don't want to transition. I've always felt like... like a man, you know?"

Felicia raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing yet gentle. "Now, Roxie, don't you go lyin' to me," she says firmly, but with a hint of teasing in her voice. "Look at yourself right now. Look at how happy you are. You think that's just a coincidence?"

You glance down at your reflection in the wine glass, taking in the image of Roxie staring back at you. Despite your initial reservations, you can't deny the truth in Felicia's words. There's a sense of peace and contentment in being Roxie that you've never experienced before.

"I... I guess you're right," you admit, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "But... but what about the pills you gave me? What are they for?"

Felicia leans forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, just some nice things to help you along, Roxie," she replies cryptically. She gestures towards your chest, and you suddenly understand. The pills were meant to enhance your feminine features, to make you feel more like the woman she sees in you.

As Felicia continues to speak, her words seem to weave a hypnotic spell around you, drawing you deeper into her web of influence. You listen intently, her Brooklyn accent resonating in your mind like a familiar melody.

"See, Roxie," she says, her voice low and seductive, "you want to be a submissive little thing, don't you? A sexy Feminii, all dolled up and ready to please."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself nodding in agreement, the mantra echoing in your mind like a mantra. "I'm just a little Feminii, obeying Mistress Felicia..."

"You want to feel the silky touch of stockings against your skin, the click-clack of heels as you walk," Felicia continues, her tone coaxing and persuasive. "You crave the attention of men, their hungry gazes as they admire your beauty."

Each word she speaks sinks deeper into your consciousness, intertwining with the mantra that you've come to embrace. "My only purpose is to serve and please..."

"And oh, Roxie," Felicia whispers, her voice dripping with desire, "you want to suck cock, don't you? To taste the sweet release of cum on your tongue, to feel a cock slide down your throat and thick cum to cover your face."

Your heart pounds in your chest as her words ignite a fire within you, igniting desires you never knew existed. "I am Mistress Felicia's toy, and my desires don't matter..."

"You want to be on your knees, wearing bras and panties, begging for more," Felicia murmurs, her words like a siren's song luring you deeper into submission. "You want to be a Feminii, completely and utterly."

With each statement, you feel yourself surrendering more fully to Felicia's control, the mantra echoing in your mind like a sacred vow. "I exist solely for her pleasure..."

As Felicia's hypnotic words wash over you, you feel a sense of peace and fulfillment wash over you, knowing that you are exactly where you belong - at her feet, ready to serve and obey.

As the food and drinks arrive, you find yourself momentarily pulled out of the hypnotic trance Felicia had woven around you. The aroma of the Italian cuisine fills the air, momentarily distracting you from the thoughts swirling in your mind.

"So, Roxie," Felicia says, her Brooklyn accent cutting through the haze of your thoughts, "what do you think of the menu?"

You blink, trying to shake off the lingering effects of Felicia's hypnotic suggestions. "Uh, it looks good," you reply, your voice sounding oddly distant to your own ears.

Felicia nods, her expression casual as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. "Great, let's dig in then," she says, picking up her fork and knife.

You follow suit, but your mind is elsewhere, still reeling from the intense emotions and desires Felicia had stirred within you. The mantra echoes in your mind, the words like a constant refrain that you can't shake off.

As you take a sip of your drink, you can't help but wonder why Felicia's words had affected you so deeply. You know that becoming a Feminii isn't what you want, but with each passing moment, you feel yourself being drawn further into Felicia's web of influence.

"Are you alright, Roxie?" Felicia asks, her voice tinged with concern.

You **** a smile, trying to push aside the conflicting thoughts swirling in your mind. "Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, though the uncertainty lingers in your voice.

Felicia gives you a reassuring smile before turning her attention back to her meal. But for you, the conversation is far from over. As you continue to eat, you can't shake the feeling that something fundamental has shifted within you, and you're not sure if you'll ever be able to go back to the way things were before.

As you continue to eat and drink, Felicia's demeanor softens, and she leans in closer, her gaze locking with yours. "You know, Roxie," she begins, her Brooklyn accent weaving through the air, "I've been thinking a lot about how we first met."

You nod, curious to hear what she has to say. It's rare for Felicia to open up like this, and you find yourself drawn in by her words.

"It was that day at the cafeteria," she continues, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "I remember seeing you walk in like a fucking nobody, but there was something different about you. You were an easy target on the surface. But you might have been the only person who had the balls to kiss me in front of everyone."

You feel a warmth spread through you at her words, touched by her sincerity. "I remember that too," you reply, your voice soft with emotion. "That kiss was truly something."

Felicia's smile widens, and she reaches across the table to take your hand in hers. "And then, later when I caught you crossdressing," she says, her tone casual but filled with meaning, "it was like everything clicked into place for me."

Your heart skips a beat at her mention of that moment, the memory still fresh in your mind. You want to correct her, to tell her that it was all a misunderstanding, but something holds you back. Instead, you squeeze her hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of her words.

"I realized then that I didn't want just any man. I didn't want a man that I could please," Felicia continues, her eyes locked with yours. "I wanted a Feminii that could please me instead. And that's when I knew that you were special, Roxie. Because at first I thought you were the man I thought I needed, but now I know that you are the Feminii I truly want. Submissive, cute, and loving."

You're unsure how to take her heartfelt confession, but you remain affectionate to her words. "Thank you, Felicia," you whisper, your voice filled with emotion. "You mean more to me than I make it known."

Felicia smiles, her eyes shimmering in the candlelight. "You mean the world to me, Roxie," she says, her voice filled with love and sincerity.

As you sit there, hand in hand with Felicia, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. Despite the uncertainty of the future, you somehow feel like you know that everything will be okay.