You accept Miguel's offer to minimize your expenses. Financial expenses.

You nod your head convulsively.

Miguel comes close to you.

Very close...

His muscular hands fall on your shoulders.

"If you don't want to pay a cent, you will pay in another way... During each of your three visits to our beauty salon, you will prove to me by your actions what a good girl you are." - the sound of a strong male bass voice has some kind of overwhelming effect on your will.

"What have you decided, Alice? Will you be my good girl?" - a booming male voice seems to pierce your weakened consciousness.

You raise your head and, almost crying, look into the black male eyes from below.

"Yes... Yes, sir... I will be your good girl..." - your weak feminine voice sounds among the semi-darkness of the operating room.

"From now on, you will address me using the word "Daddy". Do you understand me, Alice?" - Miguel's gaze seems to hypnotize you.

"Yes... I understand, daddy!" - you answer obediently.

"Remember that you have never been a man, Alice. You have always been a sissy girl. All the events that have happened to you only confirm your status as a sissy girl. What is between your legs is a sissy clitoris." - Miguel said, pointing his finger in the direction of your groin.

"It is obvious that you subconsciously want to become more and more feminine. This is simply your true nature. I will help you on this path. I will help you feel the insignificance of the pathetic remains of your pseudo-masculinity... I will finally make you a girl..." - a measured, booming male voice freely penetrated the depths of your consciousness.

You stood, feeling how strong male hands were feeling your soft, tender, hairless, feminine body. You were burning with shame, but it seemed that this only caused a knowing grin of conscious, irresistible superiority over you on the man’s face.

“Turn around and bend over,” he ordered.

You turned around and slightly bent your body.

“No, legs wider. Bend lower! Touch the floor with your palms,” Miguel’s voice sounds more demanding.

You sob because of shame, but you follow the order. You spread your legs wider and bend over, touching the floor with your palms.

“That’s better, girl,” the man says.

You felt how strong muscular male hands began to knead your plump buttocks.

“You have a beautiful butt, girl. Do you like what I’m doing now, Alice?” Miguel asked, squeezing your buttocks hard with his fingers.

“Yes… I like it…” you whispered quietly.

A strong slap on the buttock.

There will probably be a bruise on the delicate skin of your right buttock…

You squealed in pain.

"Don't forget how to speak properly, girl…" - the man says the words in a tone that is determined to punish you for as long as it takes.

"Excuse me, daddy…" - you say the words through tears.

The man continued to knead your plump buttocks. Then he began to stroke your delicate pinkish sphincter with his thumb.

The sound of spitting.

Saliva spreads over your sphincter.

The index finger penetrates inside, but not deeply. Saliva helps with ease of penetration.

"A nice and firm sexy ass. Obviously you've been fucked before, sissy girl... Have you already been deprived of your anal virginity, Alice? Isn't that right?" - the man's questions ignore your modesty.

"Yes, that's right, daddy. I've already been deprived of my anal virginity..." - you answered quietly, burning with shame and feeling a rush of blood to your head.

The growing arousal due to the depravity of the current situation makes your tiny cocklet move slightly...

Suddenly, the man abruptly stopped kneading your buttocks and stimulating your anus.

He simply walked over to the operating table.

"Get on your knees and crawl here," Miguel commanded you.