“My, haven’t we become quite the submissive little slut,” Tracy observes.

Janet blushed in shame and could not look her former partner in the eye. Her sexual frustration since her transformation had been growing unchecked. She’d tried to take on more dominant roles in an attempt to maintain her masculine identity but the truth was undeniable. In this body she was a sub. The cum dribbling from the swollen lips of her glistening sex felt so… right. Being choked, being powerless, being roughly fucked by the very person who had emasculated and belittled her… and her electric sexual arousal in response made it clear to her but she refused to admit it. “No.” She countered, hand moving to cover her tender sex and clearly erect nipples.

Tracy laughed, not fooled in the least. Janet’s denial was… cute. “Shall we go again my little fuck pet?” He looked down at her. The small girlish body he’d trapped his former husband in was a perfect ****.

Janet shook her head no and bit her lip, not sure she could convincingly deny the request.

“Oh, babe, the question was rhetorical. What a submissive sex **** wants or doesn’t want is of no consequence. I’m going to fuck you again. And again. Until what’s in your head matches that utterly feminine and sexy little bimbo body of yours. Am I clear?”

Janet looked up and swallowed, heart racing, confused and horny. She shook her head. “Please…I don’t want to be a girl…” she whispered.

“Maybe you think you don’t. But the thing is I’m the one that tells you what to think. You’re mine. And you always will be. Dear.” Tracy tells her former husband.

“But…” Janet argues.

“Quiet my dear. Now I want you to answer me a question. It’s rhetorical- I already know the answer. But it’s meant to make you think…” Tracy says. “Are. You. On. The. Pill?”

Janet blinks.

“Of course you’re not. You never intended to screw a guy. It was never going to happen. You see I did this to you three months ago to this day. The pill you took was a breeder pill. Your at the most fertile part of your cycle.”

“Wait. What…?” Janet gaped.

“So…”