Of course she will.

Miss Velvet's striking eyes continue to glisten as she finishes binding Adam's wrists. She moves in front of him, crouching down to look him in the eye. "I can tell you're excited," she says in a sexy, almost purring voice, but dripping with a fake sympathy. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to take that excitement out of you. You're going to learn your place, and your place is on your back, legs spread, taking whatever I give you."

She reaches out, running her sharp nails down Adam's chest. "And you're going to love it." Miss Velvet stands, smoothing out her skirt. She retrieves a small injection from her pocket and inserts it into Adam. "Don't worry, dear. The nanites tend to be a bit too slow for us here. We can't wait for you to get that manliness fucked out of you, so here we use a faster solution."

A sharp pain shoots through Adam's body as these hyper-powered nanites begin to do their work. He gasps, his eyes widening in shock and pleasure as he feels his body begin to change. His chest swells, breasts blossoming from his skin like a flower opening to the sun. Miss Velvet watches with a cruel smile, drinking in the sight of Adam's transformation. "That's right," she teases. "You're becoming a real girl now. A pretty little slut, ready to serve the likes of me." Adam's hands tremble, bound as they are behind his back.

Miss Velvet produces a pair of shiny gold nipple clamps from her pocket. "We can speed the process up even further by getting you into a state of high emotion, and my favorite emotion for this is pain. Let's make these pretty little tits of yours even more sensitive, shall we?" She moves in close, her breath hot against Adam's newly formed A-cup. He whimpers, his body trembling under her touch. The pain of the nanite transformation is still fresh, and every sensation is heightened.

Her sharp nails scrape against Adam's skin as she positions the clamps. "Remember, the more you struggle, the tighter they'll be," she warns, a cruel smile playing on her lips. As she tightens the nipple clamps, jolts of pain shoot through Adam's sensitive nipples. He whimpers, but hears his voice has started to take on a far more feminine tone.

"Shh, it's okay," she coos, her hand caressing Adam's cheek. "You're doing so well. Such a good little girl." Adam's eyes widen at the sound of his own voice. It's higher, softer, almost melodic. He feels a strange sense of pleasure at the compliment, even as the pain of the nipple clamps sends shivers down his spine.

She continues to lean close, her lips brushing against Adam's ear, her voice a low, seductive whisper.

"Your hair will grow, my pretty little bimbo. You'll have long, flowing locks, just like the other girls in the Gallery. And your cock will shrink, disappear entirely. You'll have a tight little cunt, perfect for taking cock after cock, over and over again."

As if on cue, Adam feels the first tingling sensations in his scalp. His hair begins to grow at an unnatural speed, sprouting thick and fast from his skull. It lengthens, thickens, until he's left with a cascade of silken locks that tumble down his back. She gives his new hair a sharp tug, forcing his head back. "Great! You're doing so amazingly well! Now, let's see what other changes those nanites can make to your pretty little body."

Adam whimpers as Mistress Velvet's sharp nails scrape against his scalp, tugging at his long, flowing hair. He feels like a puppet, his body being reshaped and remolded for the pleasure of others, at incredible speed. It's too late - there's no out anymore, and he won't be a man for long now. Soon, he'll be completely delivered to any of Mistress Velvet's whims.