Your sex belongs to me

The smile grows into a chuckle. "My dear girl... For the duration of your servitude, your sex belongs to me." You stare up at her in an abject horror, before realizing her comment lingers in the air waiting for a punctuation. Then, it hits you. The magic pierces deeply into your body, washing away the vestiges of masculinity that remained. It's not until the last symbol of your pride begins to heat up and stand erect that the implications of her words fall upon you.

"No! Wait! I - I didn't agree to..." You are interrupted by a sharp slap.

"Yes, girl, you did agree to this. When you agree to become a ****, you become property. Your person hood is forfeit and all that you are belongs to me. You would have known this if you had finished reading your agreement, but foolish people are destined to such fates as yours. If you make it to the end of your contract, then maybe you'll be wiser." She smirks. "Then again, maybe you'll realize you've found your place in the world."

You only half hear the words she speaks over you as you are far too preoccupied with the fire that grows in your groin. The heat grows, and becomes arousal, coaxing your member to stand all the prouder as if in defiance of it's fate. But with the heat comes arousal, with arousal comes a trembling need, and with that need, your member shrinks away smaller and smaller. You pant out loud and blush at the feminine grunts that escape your lips. Then at last, the little bump that used to be your cock, slips beneath a pink little clitoral hood. Your balls fallow suite as they slip up into you, transforming there and creating a new fold of flesh at the same time. You gasp as the heat fades, but the longing remains, and look up to your mistress with unfocused eyes and a flushed expression.

"I see that the change is done. Good." She turns to the doorway and calls out. "Aelfleda! come here, and help dress the new girl." In scurries the blue eyed pixie, and takes the clothes from your mistress. First she bears the panties and bids that you step into them. Mistress begins to speak. "You should understand that I'm not a cruel owner. I will treat you well, and pay you well. You have full liberties when not working and plenty of breaks throughout the day. I feed you, clothe you..." She holds a finger to your face. "But I require perfect obedience." Her gaze is stern and you find yourself unable to even nod in response. Aelfleda bids you to raise your arms, and she begins to tug a short skirted dress over your head. It's a delicate white fabric that sits lightly on your shoulders. Gold trim traces a V seam across your chest, and Aelfleda quickly begins lacing up similarly golden lace in a crisscross pattern beneath your bust. You tug lightly at the skirt realizing for the first time how much of your now smooth thighs it bears to the world.

Amara continues. "Aelfleda will show you your duties for today, but don't worry they are easy, you'll mainly be serving as an auxiliary for our free employees, doing as they say." Your eyes widen. "Free employees? But wasn't I supposed to be free...?" Her glare silences you until you realize your error. "err.. miss Amara?" Her gaze softens.

"No, you are supposed to be what you have agreed to. My ****. You have unproven skill, shown complete ignorance of our society. Maybe after these weeks you will be allowed to be a free worker. Until then You will address them as miss, and honor their commands as if they were my own."

You feel the same constriction upon your mind as you did when you signed the contract, and catch Aelfleda giving you a sympathetic gaze.

"Now go, Aelfleda will show you what you must do."