You choose Bastila

Your decide to stay with Bastila. You don't convey your intention with words. At this stage you are past that point. Instead you walk up to her with your leash in your mouth, then you drop on your knees, giving out a muffled pleasing sound.

"Smart decision, pet," the woman smiles and starts petting your hair.

One of the things that was hidden for you is that Bastila doesn't perceive you as a man. She perceives you as a woman. The very day Mission left she buys you a serum that turns you into a sissy. After that the cruel process of disciplining begins, where you thought how a good sissy should act.

Two years later you are in your cage, your arms bound in a straitjacket, a plug up your ass, a ballgag in your mouth, your clitty locked into a microcage. You look down on your breasts and your painted blonde hair on the straitjacket's pink material. Two forever reminders that you are no longer a man. Then you look up as you can see the door open, and Bastila walks in, wearing a latex catsuit and a giant strapon.

"Excited for today's training session?" she asks, the end of the dildo massaged with her left hand.

"Mhm!" you nod, and the next moment she begins to unlock the cage's door.

BAD END: BASTILA'S SLUT