Changes

You decide to take a shower to relax and process everything. In the bathroom, you take off your clothes and stand in front of the mirror. Your eyes slowly scan your reflection, and every detail fills you with a mix of shock and horror.

Your chest has indeed grown larger — small but noticeable curves accentuate the femininity of your torso. You run your hand over your stomach, which has become flatter, while your hips appear slightly rounder. Your buttocks look fuller, as if they’ve been "slightly adjusted." Your legs are smooth, without a single hair, and your skin feels soft to the touch, like a girl’s. You notice that even your hands have become more delicate, with long, neatly manicured nails.
Your face... it’s no longer yours. Your lips are plump, with a subtle glossy shine, and your eyebrows are perfectly shaped into a soft form. There isn’t a single unwanted hair on your face, not even stubble. You touch your skin — it feels softer, as if it’s been treated with lasers or chemical peels. You feel like a stranger in your own body. This isn’t you. It’s someone else.

As you shower, water runs down your body, and you notice something else: the chastity cage. It’s different now — smaller, more intricate, metallic, with a complex mechanism. There’s no key in sight. You try to imagine where Jane could have hidden it, but you realize it’s pointless. She clearly thought of every detail.

After the shower, you put on what you find in the wardrobe: a short silk robe that barely covers your thighs. You feel awkward, but there’s no other option. Your old clothes are gone, and all that’s left is the women’s clothing Jane picked out for you.
You decide to talk to your sister. She’s sitting in the living room, sipping tea and flipping through a fashion magazine. When you walk in, she looks up and smirks. "Oh, hello, dear! How do you like your new body? Do you like it?"

You struggle to hold back your anger. "What have you done to me? This has gone too far!"

Your sister shrugs, as if nothing significant has happened. "I just helped you become who you were always meant to be. Don’t worry, you’ll like it. Jane knows what she’s doing."

"This is my body! You have no right!" Your voice trembles with rage and despair.

"Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong," she grins even wider. "It’s *our* body now. And as long as you resist, Jane will do everything to make you the perfect girl. You brought this upon yourself when you decided to ignore her rules."

You clench your fists, trying to hold back your emotions. "I’ll find a way to stop this. I’ll find the trigger."

Your sister laughs as if she’s just heard the funniest joke. "Oh, poor boy. You have no idea how useless that is. The trigger is only part of the plan. Even if you find it, what are you going to do? While you’re asleep, Jane will keep changing you. She’s already booked us for new procedures. Maybe a breast augmentation to a C-cup? Or maybe a little more estrogen? Who knows?"

You feel a chill run down your spine.

"You’re insane."

"No, darling," she shakes her head. "I just want you to become better. And Jane knows how to achieve that. So, if you’re a good boy and stop resisting, maybe you’ll even enjoy being a girl. But if not..." — she pauses, her smile turning cold — "...the consequences will be much worse."

You realize arguing with her is pointless. She’s too confident in her power. You turn around and retreat to your room, feeling a growing sense of hopelessness inside.