happy ex dyke

A year ago, Sam was the definition of 'Butch' short hair, muscular build, flannel shirts, and a protective, commanding presence in the lesbian community. Now, she is a walking contradiction of her former self. Her hair has been bleached to a platinum blonde and grown into soft, bouncy waves. Her jawline, once sharp and intimidating, has been softened by cosmetic procedures, and her frame has been conditioned into something soft, curvy, and deliberately delicate.

But the biggest change is her face. Her eyes are perpetually half lidded, unfocused, and glistening with a dazed, vacant pleasure. Her lips are swollen to impossible proportions, painted in a sugary lavender gloss.

"Hiiiiii~!" Sam squeals, bouncing on her seat with a manic, ditzy energy. Her voice has lost all its gravelly authority, replaced by a high pitched, breathless giggle that sounds like she's constantly surprised by her own existence. "Oh my god, hi everyone~! Guess what? Guess what~?"

She giggles again, clapping her hands together like a child. "I'm sooooo happy today! I was thinking about how I used to be all... grumpy and serious. Like, why was I so serious? Being a butch was sooo hard work~ All that protecting people and being strong... ugh, it made my brain hurt~"

She rolls her eyes dramatically, her head lolling to the side. "But then Daddy came along and showed me how to be a real girl~ A silly, dumb, pretty girl~ And now? My brain is just... poof! Gone~ All that space where thoughts used to be is now just filled with pink glitter and Daddy's cock~"

The camera pans to reveal 'Daddy,' a massive, intimidating figure standing behind her. He doesn't acknowledge her words; he simply places a heavy hand on her head, gripping her hair to tilt her face upward. Sam immediately begins to whimper in delight, her hips bucking against the chair.

"I'm not a protector anymore~" Sam pants, her tongue darting out to lick her swollen lips. "I'm just a toy~ A silly little toy for Daddy to play with~ And you know what my favorite game is? My absolute favorite~"

Her eyes go wide with childlike excitement as she looks up at the man. "I want my special juice~ Daddy, please~ Give Sam her juice~"

The video shifts to a close up of Sam's face as she kneels on the floor. She opens her mouth impossibly wide, stretching those massive lips until they shine. The man unzips, and a steaming, golden stream of urine arcs directly into her mouth.

Sam doesn't gag; she inhales. She gulps greedily, her throat working in desperate, rhythmic swallows. Her eyes roll back until only the whites show, her entire body shuddering with the debasement.

"Mmmph~ slurp~ mmm~" she gurgles around the stream, a dazed smile plastered on her face. When the stream stops, she licks her lips clean, looking directly into the camera with a vacant, blissful stare.

"So good~" she whispers hoarsely, a string of saliva dripping from her chin. "It tastes like... like being owned~ It tastes like being Daddy's good little bitch~ I used to fight for rights, but now? I just want to fight for Daddy's piss~"

She giggles hysterically, the sound echoing unnaturally in the room. "Being a butch was so boring~ Being a piss drinking bimbo is sooo much better~! Who wants to be strong when you can be this stupid~?"