You have entered this room.

Joe continued: "Now, come to the bed."

You thought that he wants to fuck you again, you came up, you pulled up your dress, and you got up with cancer.

"Wow! What a good student you are, Bianca!", Joe laughed.

But he did not fuck you, he took out a syringe, gave you an injection, you did not expect this, from which you screamed briefly.

"Get used to the injections, you'll have a lot to do with them. Now get up," Joe said.

You got up. Joe called you to one of the doors and opened it. There was a dressing room. You noticed that there are already some clothes and even shoes, but everything was clearly feminine. Then Joe opened another door - there was a bathroom with a toilet.

"Go take a shower. Don't forget to change after. Remember what I told you. Don't make me angry! You are Bianca, and you should dress and behave like a woman," Joe said. After which he left.

You heard the door being locked.

Without thinking twice, you quickly took off the dress that bored you these days, you took off your stockings and underwear, hung your wig on a hook, climbed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. You thought: "God! How wonderful it was to wash off after so many days."

You stood and enjoyed the shower jets.

After enjoying the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off.

Opening the locker, you found a bunch of different products in it, all of them were female. Everything was brand new. In the foreground was a depilatory cream, and a note was hanging: “Bianca, be sure to apply it - and don’t make me angry.”

You picked up the cream, read the instructions for use. You climbed back into the bathroom, and you smeared yourself with cream. After waiting for the right time, you washed off the cream along with your hair.

Then you found a razor and shaved just as cleanly.

Coming out of the bathroom, being wrapped in a towel - you looked into the dressing room.

There were several pairs of shoes on the floor, all stilettos, some even bigger than the shoes you've been wearing all this time.

On the shelf were packs and stockings, panties and bras, obviously the third size, silk nightgowns, there were also silicone breasts with fasteners, it was the same third size and a note "Well, you understand, Bianca, I think it will suit you."

On the hangers hung several dresses, skirts - obviously mini, and several blouses

Realizing that you better not make Joe angry, you chose the most comfortable thong you thought. After that, you remembered about silicone breasts, somehow you coped with it, but with a bra it was more difficult - you had to twist, in the end, he was in place. You chose the longest and most closed dress - or rather, the choice was not great, but still. You put on shoes, but without stockings, the shoes were not comfortable, you had to open a pack of stockings and put them on, and then put on shoes again - the shoes sat well. You already had the experience of walking in stilettos - new shoes seemed even more comfortable to you. The feeling of stockings on shaved legs was completely different, they became like your second skin, and they sat much nicer than before.