Gloryhole Central.

You press Gloryhole central and the entire stage comes alive with dazzling bright lights. A woman in her early twenties steps out, long blonde hair, hour glass figure, and sparkling blue eyes. She smiles and struts her stuff, above you is her image in a massive screen. The fans delight roaring, whistling, a few stroking their cocks through their jeans. She turns that brilliant million dollar smile towards you, "Welcome budding Sissy!" her whole face lights up when she sees your new outfit and much more effeminate looks. "I see you've chose a wonderful new outfit!" her voice booms in the arena, the fans quiet as they hang onto every last one of her words. She gestures to the massive screen above, "Everyone take a look at Jim here." the screen flicks to a picture of you just before the competition.

You look like a boring man with some meagre qualities. The crowd boos and jeers, and then the screen flickers to a live feed of yourself. Soft dirty blonde hair that reaches past your shoulders, small but obvious breasts, slender waist, wide hips, and bubble butt, all dressed up with a slutty outfit complete with stripper heels. The crowd cheers in appreciation, yelling things like, "Good job Sissy!" or "I'd fuck you!". You blush and look around, seeing that most of the crowd is made up of Studs, Sissies, and Mistresses. Studs are men chosen by Queen Diana specifically to breed and train Sissies. The requirements stand at having a height of at least 6'6, at least an eight inch cock, and built like a Greek god, such men are in short supply of course, but Queen Diana's network is capable of many things. The Sissies and Queens stand out in stark contrast to these paragons of testosterone. The Sissies with slutty outfits, sexy makeup, and collars, and the Mistresses, the queens that rule over the Sissies. Each Mistress dressed regally with smooth flowing dresses, classy heels, and fine delicate makeup. "Now before I send you on over to Gloryhole Central, isn't Jim just such a boring name?" she puts a hand on her hip, "No, no, no! I think you need a new name baby girl. So tell me your new name sissy." she winks and pouts at you, putting the microphone close to your lips.