Humiliation

“Oh please!” Doe responds as you finish telling her your story. “You weren’t ****.”

“Excuse me?” You reply, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“You choose to accept the drink. You choose to leave out the back door. You choose not to resist. This all happened because of your choices, that doesn’t sound like **** to me.”

“But, I was ****-!”

“Listen Alyson! Let me tell you how I see it. Billions of women in the world manage to go their entire lives without getting ****. And for those who are it is always because of a factor outside of their control, for which they cannot be blamed. But you fall into a different category entirely. Your entire life up until this point you were a man. You had an inside view on how men though, how they acted, and how they preyed upon women. When you became a woman this knowledge, never before possessed by any woman, should have made you nearly ****-proof! But when I let you loose in the club, you know what I saw? A slut! An eager and inviting slut! Grinding up on men, letting herself be groped, reveling in the pleasure of it all! With how wide you spread your legs to those men, you’ed think they were your gynecologists! I didn’t see an unfortunate victim, I saw a whore, just begging to be ****!”

“Why would I want to be ****!?” You responded as tears filled your eyes.

“I’ll tell you why! Because even though your a girl on the outside, inside you are still just a foolish little boy who thinks the world revolves around you! You woke up one morning with a perfect pair of tits, an insatiable little slit between your legs, and a body that any woman would kill for! And instead of being thankful and content with what you were given, you choose to instead go and flaunt your gifts in front of men! You became the woman of every man’s fantasies, ignoring every warning for the sake of your own pleasure! Just like a typical man, you though the world would let you have your cake and eat it too! Well welcome to womanhood, it only goes down from here!”