His "special drink" (sissification)

We didn’t go straight home after the spa.

He drove us to his place—quiet, tucked between trees and glowing in the soft late afternoon light. I was still wrapped in warmth, inside and out. My skin tingled from the oils and masks, my body light and pampered. I felt like a pet taken in from the rain.

Once inside, I flopped onto his bed, robe half open, hoodie somewhere in the car. He was in the kitchen, humming to himself while he poured two glasses of something cold and pink into tall glasses.

When he brought one over, I sat up and took it from him with a smile.

“What is it?”

“Something that’ll make you feel even better,” he said, settling next to me. His voice had that slightly teasing tone he always used when he was playing with power. “Think of it like a mood booster. A little something to help you relax, let go… be your best self.”

I tilted my head, curious but already smiling.

“It’ll make you more submissive,” he added, eyes locked on mine. “More sensitive. More in tune with what you’re meant to be.”

The words made my stomach flutter. Something about how calmly he said it… like it wasn’t even a question.

I giggled softly, cheeks warm.

“Okay,” I said. “If it’s from you, I’ll take it.”

And I did.

It tasted sweet, like berries and something floral. I drank it all in a few long sips, and he watched me the entire time, one hand sliding up my thigh like he already knew what I’d just agreed to.

I didn’t feel anything right away.

Just warm.

Soft.

Floaty.

Later, as we cuddled in bed and he ran his fingers through my hair, I asked what it was really for. He kissed my temple.

“It’s something special,” he whispered. “You’ll see.”

What I didn’t know then was that something had already started shifting inside me.

Not dramatically. Not right away. But subtly—like a glow under the skin. My body would feel different soon. My hips would begin to round out. My waist would narrow. My cock would grow more sensitive, even shrink slightly. And eventually—soft, full curves would bloom across my chest.

My voice would rise. My walk would shift. I’d get smaller. Sweeter. Softer.

I wouldn’t know right away what was happening.

But he would.

And he’d be right there to watch it all unfold.