Izuku wakes up

Izuku groaned in pain as his eyes split open. His mind felt sluggish as a painful ache pounded at the back of his skull. For a few seconds he wasn't sure where he was. Then, in a flood of memories, the picture once again became clear. He'd been knocked out. He'd been knocked out!

Izuku's shook his head and tried to clear his mind. Slowly, the room around him came more and more into focus. He wasn't down by the docks anymore, that was certain. In fact he seemed to be in a completely normal room. Well, not completely normal. For one, it lacked windows. There was also the fact that it was decorated stereotypically like the room of a spoiled late-teenage girl.

White walls were contrasted with posters of scadily clad men. Close to a door at the back end of the room, which Izuku suspected was the bathroom, a desk with a mirror and a mountain of beauty products could be seen. A pink wardrobe lined one of the walls, with a clothing rack placed beside it. The rack itself was home to dresses Izuku was sure would have cost a small fortune.

Beside the rack, to Izuku's right side, was another door. Unlike the other door, Izuku had no idea where this one went. Izuku himself was positioned on the rooms queen-sized bed. Just like the wardrobe, it was clothed in a screaming pink color-pallet. The strangest thing in the entire room however, was what was positioned on the shelves above the make-up table. Sex toys. A ridiculous amount of sex toys. Dildos in all shapes and sizes, anal beads and vibrators littered the shelves.

Izuku felt how his eyebrows rose and a blush spread over his cheeks. Whoever lived here, really didn't care about their privacy. He looked down at his body. He was naked. Izuku tried to rise from the bed, but couldn't. One of his hands were cuffed to the bed frame.

He tried pulling hard, and gave a wince as the cuffs dug into his skin. Izuku tried calling for One for All, but the quirk would come. He looked at the cuffs. Interestingly enough, they didn't seem to be cuffs made for the neutralization of individuals quirk-factors. That meant, that whatever it was stopping him from using his quirk, must be a quirk.

Then, there was a knock on the door beside the rack. He almost jumped in surprise. The door swung open and a woman stepped inside - the most beautiful woman Izuku had ever seen. Her curveous body was covered with form-fitting clothes, and her face framed with curly dark hair. The woman closed the door behind her, pulled out a chair positioned in front of the make-up table and sat down in front of him. Izuku stared up at her whilst making another attempt at freeing himself from the cuffs.

The woman met his eyes and smiled.

"Hello there, Izuku," said the woman calmly. "I bid you welcome."

"W-Who are you?" asked Izuku. He pulled at the cuffs again with no success. "What is this place? Why did you bring me here?"

The woman leaned forward. "The people I work with usually call me 'Miss Satashima'. But you Izuku, may call me mistress. As for what this place is or why I brought you here, well, that requires a more elaborate explanation. This," she mentioned to the room around her, "...is a medical facility. I brought you here for two reasons. You see, I do business that most people, you included, would consider to be illegal. And you, my dear boy, have over the last couple of months really hampered my work. For my sake and my business, your time as a hero must come to an end."

Izuku grinned viciously. "You wouldn't be the first person to think that, _mistress." _The woman ignored him.

"Second reason being that I'm a scientist. When I first thought about eliminating you, I planned to just send some assassins. But then I thought, if Tomura Shigaraki couldn't defeat you, the chances of some puny assassin doing it would be about zero. No, I needed to take another approach." The woman leaned backwards and reached into her pocket.

"Do you know what this is?" She held out a her hand which now contained a small bottle filled with a colorless liquid.

Izuku shook his head.

Miss Satashima gave him a smile containing little to no warmth.

"I thought not. In fact I would be very surprised if you did. This," said the dark haired vixen, shaking the bottle "...is Bimbosis. A fast working female hormone, with some interesting side-effects. Nobody has ever tried it, until you that is. When I am done, nothing that you once were, will be there anymore."

Izuku chuckled bravely as he understood the implications of her words. "You're gonna try to turn me into a woman? That's your grand plan? To turn me into a living science experiment? Well I have to say, it truly is unique. Nobody has ever tried to subdue me that way before. But let me tell you, turning me into a woman isn't going to change anything. I will still be a hero, and I will still capture and turn you in to justice."

Miss Satashima looked him straight in the eye. "Perhaps, Mr. Midoriya, I haven't made myself clear enough. I don't intend to turn you into a woman. I will turn you into a sissy. I will turn you into the most cock-loving, slutty, bratty and bitchy sissy the world has ever seen. I will erase every last piece of what makes you you, and turn you into everything you're not. When I'm done, I promise you, that nothing of Izuku Midoriya will remain."

Swiftly, without another word, Miss Satashima rose from her chair and turned around heading from the door. Before leaving however, she turned around and threw Izuku one last look of contempt.

"Sleep tight, hero. Tomorrow your journey will begin. I hope you're ready."

As the door slammed behind her, Izuku was left with his own thoughts and the uncertainty of what would come next.