Training

You finish your food and walk up the stairs, you can see Katie at the end of the hall motioning you to follow her. You enter a large home office and Katie points to the chair in front of the computer, you sit and wait for her to speak.

"Right, I need to go out and collect a few things, make a few appointments, and get a few things for your new room. While I'm out you will watch training videos online to prepare you for your new life" she states. You will of course watch whatever she wants you to, following her requests makes you happy, but you are confused.

"Am I able to come with you after I've watched the videos?" you ask.

"No, not in your current state, you're not ready yet" she replies.

"I don't understand, I thought you wanted someone to make you feel better about yourself? A boyfriend? I love you" you say.

"A boyfriend? You? Honey, I could get a much better boyfriend than you just by walking down the street. No, what I want is a girlfriend, a sort of party foil for helping me attract the hottest guys at the bar, and bedding them. I'd been waiting for someone with your condition to fall into my life, you'll just be a little more work to get to the desired outcome" she humiliatingly replies.

You still can't join the dots, and what condition is she talking about?

"Do you need me to spell it out for you? Of course you do... You're an idiot... For now, just watch these videos, they'll teach you how to put on make up like a slutty bimbo, you will not move from here until I get back. Commit these techniques to memory." she again insults, and walks out the room.

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Several hours pass, you watch the videos and remember everything, just as you were instructed. It makes you feel good to do as Katie tells you. You do get a little distracted by sounds down the hallway, coming out of the room adjacent to Katie's bedroom. That must be your new bedroom you guess.

Katie returns with a few bags and motions for you to follow her, "your new room is ready down the hallway, let's go see it" she says. You hop up and follow her to your new room, upon entering you are bombarded with pink. A princess style bed, a vanity covered with make up and perfumes, posters of half naked dudes on the walls, you've never seen such a girly room in your life, it is almost like a caricature. "Well, what do you think?" she asks.

"Uh, it's nice, but this isn't my idea of a good time" you reply.

"That's not true, this is your ideal bedroom" she states, and you know it to be true. The pink, the posters, the make up. You look around and then back to her, though she looks like she's had enough.

"Enough fucking about, I'm sick of you questioning things" she says. "You love me, and you take pleasure in doing what I tell you to do" she was saying things you already knew, "but your biggest desire is to become a sissy bimbo whore, a party girl who will be by my side and help me get all the guys I want. Of course, you'll want them as well, but because you aren't a real woman you'll not normally be their first choice. You want to grow long blonde hair, you want to get big fake titties, you want a giant bubble butt, you want big dick sucking lips. You love fashion, you want to wear the sluttiest clothes you can find, you love walking around in high heels, you love wearing whorish make up. You lust for cock, your idea of a good time is sucking dick and getting pounded in your ass-pussy"

Your world shifted, all of what she had said had suddenly become your truth. You wanted nothing more than to look and act like a slutted up bimbo whore. You wanted to wear all the clothes, and the shoes, and the make up. Regrettably, aside from the make up, you know nothing about it.

"Now, this isn't going to happen overnight" she continues, "but I have gotten a few things to get you started". She opens the bag and hands you a bejeweled buttplug and some fashion magazines, "Last night that dildo was a bit much for your virgin asshole, but this will help you get used to having something up there, and you'll love having something up your ass. Study these magazines, read them from cover to cover, they'll teach you about how to dress as a slutty party girl, commit it to memory. Oh, and you will have a special smoothie from the kitchen 3 times a day, they'll help kickstart your hormones the right way, at least until your appointment with the plastic surgeon. Tomorrow we'll get you to a salon to get you looking less manly, and after a little while we'll go get you a new identity".

As AGS had become known, so too had a black market selling new identities popped up... The more you were willing to pay, the more legit the connections and harder to disprove the new identity was. For someone of Katie's wealth, all the legit identity paperwork was available.