Ready for my deflowering.

In shame at my emasculation and nudity I attempted to cover new sex and breasts to the best of my ability with my slender new limbs. Apparently this merely increased the acuteness of my change as a number of those in attendance broke into mocking laughter. I stared at the much closer floor and tried to shrink in upon myself, conscious of the eyes of the spectators.

"Ben Thomas ," the judge stated formally as he did in these situations, "your physical sentencing is complete. All that is left for you to become a bimbo-doll is your public deflowering. Please proceed."

The judge motioned to the platform of cushions ajacent to the z-chamber, and ai found myself obeying her firm decree immediately, led by Luke to the soft, springy platform.

"As part of your punishment, Ben Thomas, you are to allow the plaintiff to publicly complete your transformation into a bimbo-doll.”

“Oh fuck,” I said. Then I thought, Literally. I blushed and looked up at Luke. I’d not been prepared for the sweet, vapid and sexual purr of my new voice. It perfectly went with this my sexy form.

There was another ridiculing snicker from the gallery. Luke grinned an amusement as he looked down at my curvaceous naked form and pushed my hands away.

He wore a gold trimmed ermine ceremonial gown, as the deflowerer always did, and was naked beneath it. I saw his flesh beneath and stared like a deer in headlights.

"Yes. You’re fucked," Luke agreed as with a shrug of his shoulders he dropped the robe to the floor.