The consequences of what happened change everything dramatically...

Pain...

A lot of pain...

How long will it all last?

You don't know...

When, finally, these long tentacles take your body out of the tank with the grayish-greenish liquid and throw your body at the foot of the throne - you feel...

You feel the changes...

Changes in your psyche...

Through the waves of pain... harmony has come.

"Your" life... What an inappropriate term... The life of the person who was once called Jerome Ortley - now belongs to the divine Sovereign of Existence.

It's just a fact.

This mental impulse pulsates in your consciousness.

It is perceived as something completely normal, natural and even desired by you personally.

Long-awaited harmony and peace.

The divine Sovereign of Existence will decide everything for you.

No need for doubts and contradictory aspirations...

Pitiful attempts to realize absurd desires: searching for your father, striving for freedom...

All these are just fading echoes of the past...

You remember less and less about it with each passing second... You can no longer even remember your father's face...

Moreover, no foreign pressure is felt in your psyche now.

The metamorphoses that have occurred are truly what needed to happen.

This is true harmony.

You can hardly stop your body from shaking and kneel down.

An examination of your body allows you to understand that the metamorphoses have affected not only your psyche...

Your skin has acquired a light greenish tint, the absolutely smooth surface of the skin has the appearance of something between chitin and scales.

You feel all the naked flesh. The buttocks and thighs have become even more voluminous and plump...

Chest...

Now these are large, feminine breasts with very sensitive, hard nipples that are almost cone-shaped.

The muscles of the arms seem to have decreased...

You have never been muscular - but now your arms are just thin, graceful, feminine hands with soft palms.

You feel your head...

Your lips have become plumper...Now these are just the cock-sucking lips of a feminine creature.

Hair...

Your beautiful, bright red hair has become longer (your hair now reaches the level of your buttocks). And now this... is not quite hair...

It is as if some kind of red, thin, snake-like appendages with spikes on the ends.

You feel that by an effort of will you can control the movements of this "hair".

The most interesting thing...

Your so-called "male sexual organ"...

You look down...

Where there used to be a pair of funny little testicles - now there is only smooth greenish skin.

Where there used to be your tiny cocklet - now you can see only a funny resemblance (an extremely miniature remnant - a flaccid process about two centimeters long and an extremely reduced head of what can no longer be called a "dick").

And you feel no regret about it...

The memories of once being a male person fade...

Even the memories of your own name fall apart one by one, like a house of cards in a strong wind.

"Come closer, Bitch-fuckhole... Now you, bitch, will show that you are worthy of my great boon..." - a voice in your head interrupts your thoughts.

"Bitch-fuckhole"...

Or shortened to "Bitch"...

Sounds good...

A very appropriate name for you. For some reason, it seems very appropriate to you.

Thoughts about the past name break disappear from your mind.

You have always been called "Bitch". Your divine Master bestowed this beautiful name upon you.

You rise and walk seductively forward, to the throne, swaying your plump buttocks from side to side.

You smile, seeing the charming body of your divine overlord.

"How beautiful he is!" - you sincerely think, looking at the huge muscular monstrous body.