Yes

As a plan formulates in your mind the she orc reaches over to attach the collar to your neck, in a burst of speed you pivot onto your left foot, planting down a foundation in which your hips can rotate and jerk your uppercut in a whiplike motion. The strike clacks against the shaman's jaw with little to no effect. The orc laughs deeply in amusement, you go wide eyed and step back, you're weak, you realize. You look down at your trembling little hands, once veiny and filled with strength, "Now do you understand ****? Your body is not of a man's anymore, it is of a slaves'." with that she reaches back and rages into your left cheek with an open palm, sending silver streaks of light streaming through your vision, you don't even yelp as the shock sends you to the floor groveling at the shaman's feet. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." you reply

"Yes what?" she asks

"Yes mistress."

She places a booted foot on the middle of your back, pressing the air in your lungs outwards, the collar she was holding fits tightly around your neck, it is clearly labeled "****", the collar seems to wriggle and squirm onto your neck, slowly molding itself to better fit you. It pulses with a constant warmth, it disgusts you, and you think the collar knows it. The she orc lifts you up by the armpits, and whispers breathlessly into your inner ear, "Now for the finishing touch." your little penis twitches at her husky voice and hot breath streaming over your mind, before you even notice, you see the tiny cage she was holding securely placed onto your cock (or what can even be considered a cock) and balls. "It's a new experiment I'm working with, how I see it is that you are no longer a man, and have no need for your useless little penis, it will stay locked securely in that metal cage for all of time. And now for the great reveal." the shaman turns you around and faces you towards a mirror, you stare in disbelief and horror, you look like a bona fide woman, soft mounds for breasts slightly protruding from the soft fabric, slender and smooth skin glistening with slight moisture, and hips to make any real woman jealous. For a moment you can't help but delight in how sexy and cute you look, the collar and cage pulse even warmer with this thought and you shock yourself out of the treacherous thoughts. "Make your hair more presentable, take this hair comb. I will be back in five minutes to take you on our next raid."

She hands you a pitch black hair comb, its tiny protrusions wiggle and stretch towards you, stopping an inward shudder you grab the comb and the shaman leaves.