You and Morgan certainly do have a lot to talk about.

You awaken to the familiar chirp of the alarm after a quiet, dreamless sleep. You stretch and sit up. The lingering scent of sex tells you that last night wasn't a dream as you feel yourself getting hard in your soiled, cum covered panties. Despite wishing you could stay bathed in your mother's heavenly scent, you know you need to hurry and shower so you can get to work on breakfast. You head to the bathroom and quickly rub one out before washing yourself. You notice a few interesting things about your body. Your nipples are swollen and sensitive and you shiver as you draw a hand across them both. Your pecs seem a little more flabby than usual, and you wonder if this is some side effect of the pills Morgan gave you.

Then again, maybe I just need to hit the gym. You think to yourself. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you pinch your reddened, aching nipple, sparks of pleasure causing your knees to buckle as you shoot your load into your waiting hand before quickly bringing it to your mouth to gobble it all up. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you savor the taste. You don't know why you never tried eating your cum before, it's so hot and the bitter flavor is really growing on you. You happily lick your lips as you dry off and return to your room to dress. You slip on a the black lace bikini you first took from your mother and shiver as you feel the silky material tight against your now soft little dick. Perhaps due to the recent **** in the shower, it feels much more sensitive as well. You finish getting dressed and head downstairs to start breakfast. Your mother appears, still dressed in the same black nightie from the previous evening, just as you finish stacking two plates of griddle cakes with some blueberry sauce. She sniffs the air as she walks over to you.

"Mmm smells delicious sweetie." She wraps you in a hug, you can still smell the faint scent of her sex mixed in with her perfume and you almost faint as you inhale deeply against her. She releases you with a pat on the head and takes her seat while you finish cooking. Your mother smiles as you bring her a plate of food before retrieving your own. You and your mother make small talk as you eat, neither mentioning your reward last night. After a few minutes of idle chit-chat, your mother has extra chores for you today. "Sweetheart, don't forget, I need you to strip my bed and clean the sheets, and the carpet in my bedroom."

"Yes mommy!" You say happy to help out.

"Good boy." She says with another smile, making you shiver. "Also, Chris will be coming by for dinner again, please prepare appropriately." Your jaw tightens still, at the mention of Chris's name. You know you need to get over these feelings. It was the past, and Chris is definitely different now and your mother seems to really like him, but something in you still can't shake this hatred and mistrust you have.

"Yes mommy." You say with much less enthusiasm. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice as she just smiles again before finishing her meal and heading off to get ready for her day. You put thoughts of Chris from your mind as you gather the dishes and start your chores. Your mother finishes and returns from her bedroom wearing a tight black pencil skirt, black stockings with glossy blue heels, and a dark blue blouse with pearl buttons pulled tight across her generous bust. She finishes putting her hair up into her usual bun, leaving a few strands hanging out which gives her an alluring look, as she walks to you and plants a kiss on your head.

"Bye honey! If you're extra good today, mommy might have some surprises for our shopping trip tomorrow." You're elated at the prospect of further 'rewards' as you watch your mother's hips sway while she walks out the door. You happily buzz about the house, cleaning and picking up. With each task completed, you feel a little bump of happy juice flowing through your brain. It feels good to clean, to be helpful for your mother. Once you're finished tidying up the house, you head to your mother's room, the faint smell of her still lingering in the air. You walk over to the bed and strip it before bundling up the sheets and taking them to the basement, you bury your face and inhale deeply, feeling your knees buckle slightly as a shiver of pleasure runs through you. You could drown happily in this scent. Reluctantly you start the washer and grab the carpet cleaner before heading back up to your mother's room to clean the floor where she anointed you with her arousal. Once you've finished you grab a new set of sheets and remake the bed, stopping to admire your work before realizing you need to head out for Morgan's soon.

You walk happily down the hall toward her offices. Lately Morgan's sessions seem to really be helping you adjust to all these changes in your life. Once again, you feel you owe her a great debt. She's the only one who seems to understand you sometimes, and you're glad she's helped you come to terms with your fascination with frilly panties. You would never have had the courage to wear them without her. As you open the door, you smile when you see Tiffany waving at you from her desk.

"Hi Quinn!" She says in her cheery tone.

"Hey Tiffany." You reply with a wave of your own.

"Head on through, Dr. Knight is ready for you." She says, gesturing toward the door. You smile and nod your head as you head toward the door. Morgan is as usual sitting behind her desk, reviewing some notes while she waits. Her chin-length hair hangs loosely around her face and she's dressed in her usual tight white shirt beneath which you can just see the faintest outline of her piercing. You shiver a little as you recall the sight of her naked body at the cabin, marked permanently as Chris's owned fuckmeat. She looks up as you enter and gives you one of her enchanting smiles.

"How's our little panty boy doing today?" She says with a little chuckle.

"I'm doing good, thank you. How have you been?" You reply happily. You would've bristled at such a humiliating term until recently but thankfully Morgan and Molly have shown you that you shouldn't care what others think. Yes, you're a boy who wears panties. They're silky and cute and you love the feeling as they compress your tiny dicklet. You feel confined but in a way that makes you feel safe, like a swaddled babe. There's nothing wrong with wanting to feel safe and pretty.

"This fuckhole is doing quite well, thank you, so polite of you to ask. Now, let's see those cute panties sissy." She says with a grin. You blush, you're still not completely comfortable exposing yourself like this, but Morgan is just trying to help you get over your irrational shame. You love how open and accepting she is. With no further hesitation, your hands move to your waist and begin to unbuckle your jeans, letting them fall to your knees and revealing the black lace bikini panties. Morgan regards you with an appraising look before speaking again. "Ooo black, so sexy."

"Th-thank you, Morgan." You stammer out, not sure what else to say.

"Aww your welcome Quinn." She holds her hand up and motions in a circle. "Turn around and bend over, this slut wants to see that cute little butt of yours." You blush more furiously as you comply, turning to face away from her desk and bending at the waste to stick your panty clad ass in her direction. You feel the material stretch against your skin to accommodate your movements and get another jolt of pleasure. "Very good Quinn, cover up and have a seat. So polite and obedient today, I'm so glad we're finally making progress." She grants you another smile as you turn to face her before pulling your pants back up over the silky prison that confines your cock.

"Thank you for everything Morgan, I don't know what I'd do without your help." You say with genuine adoration. Morgan chuckles as you take a seat.

"Oh don't thank this worthless whore, thank her Master." She says with a devious smile. Your jaw tightens once more at the mention of Chris, you want to please Morgan, but you just can't shake this hatred even though you know you're not supposed to feel this way. Morgan notices your apparent trepidation. "Something the matter little sissy?" She inquires with a cocked brow.

"N-no!" You quickly reply. "I-I'm just nervous because Chris is coming over tonight." Morgan chuckles, seemingly buying your half-truth. You don't want her to know you're still harboring feelings of hatred toward Chris partly from fear of further harsh treatment and partly because you're embarrassed. You've already come to view them as irrational.

"Oh, nothing to be nervous about. Your mother loves him, you want to be good and make her happy right?"

"Of course!" You reply, prompting another chuckle from Morgan.

"Good boy." She says, making you smile. "Have you been taking your medicine?"

"Yes! Every night with dinner, just like you said." You chirp happily.

"That's great Quinn. Such a good little sissy boy you are." She reaches for a remote on her desk and presses a button. A screen pops up from the table in front of you. "I want to run a little test today, get a sense of where you're at in your sexual development." She says nonchalantly as the screen turns on. She clicks another button and a video begins to play. You see a petite woman with heavy, vibrant makeup and bubblegum pink hair sitting on a bed. You gasp when you realize to your shame that you recognize her from various videos you've seen online. She's a pornstar. Her breasts are full and her back arches as she reclines her body, showing off for the camera. She's wearing a pink bra that matches her hair, with sexy black lace patterns running all over it. On her thin waist she wears a matching garter attached to pink stockings with black lace tops. Your eyes are drawn to the matching pink and black lace panties that complete the set and you feel your dick twitching.

"Umm..." You say dumbly, not sure what to do in this moment.

"Isn't she pretty?" You look up at Morgan who is eyeing you closely.

"Y-yes, I suppose." You say with some hesitation.

"Please keep your eyes on the screen." Quick to obey, your eyes dart back to the screen. You watch the woman run her hands over her breasts and give a lustful moan of excitement. You shuffle a little in your seat, hoping your growing arousal is not too apparent. "Look at her body." Your eyes draw across the actress's delicate shoulders, her generously proportioned breasts, and long inviting legs ending in two dainty feet. "How does it look? What does it make you feel?" You gaze at the screen, lost in thought for a moment before answering.

"It's really sexy." You almost whisper in reply.

"Go on." You hear Morgan's voice almost as if she is receding down a long hallway, growing faint.

"I'm excited, I like her breasts." You feel your mouth begin to water. "I'm getting really hard." You hear another chuckle from Morgan's far away voice which seems to echo in your mind.

"That's ok, this is a safe place Quinn. I know you're a horny little sissy. You can trust me." You relax a little, feeling the tension leave your face as you continue to stare at the petite goddess caressing her body on the screen. You feel warm and comforted and realize you don't need to be embarrassed. You trust Morgan so much. You know you can tell her anything.

"Thank you, Morgan. I trust you." You say, your voice taking on a slight monotone as you focus on the screen as she asked.

"Aww, I'm glad Quinn. I like 'Quinn' much better than 'Quinton' don't you?"

"Yes." You reply, you much prefer your friends refer to you as 'Quinn.' Only your mother really calls you 'Quinton,' and only when she's really mad.

"'Quinton' is so old-fashioned and mannish. Not cute at all."

"Yeah, Quinn is a way better name."

"For a sissy like you? Definitely. Have you ever thought about going by another name?" You continue to stare at the screen. Your thoughts are slow as you try to remember if you ever wanted to be called something else.

"I don't understand." You finally reply in a blank voice, unsure what Morgan needs to hear from you. You want to be a good boy for Morgan, so she can help you.

"Well do you think the woman on the screen's name is really 'Harley Duke?'" You watch as she begins to slide a hand beneath her panties, toying with her pussy as she bites her lip.

"I suppose not." You answer, not sure where she's going with this.

"So she plays a little character. Have you ever wanted to just embrace a different role?" You continue to fixate on the woman idly playing with herself on the screen. You wonder how she created this persona for herself and how she feels when she's on camera, being Harley instead of whoever she is.

"I... don't know, I don't think so?" You say with uncertainty at the edges of your flat voice.

"When you were hiding your sissy nature from everyone, didn't you wish deep down that you could be different?"

"I..." You hesitate. You suppose she was right about you secretly wanting to wear cute panties. She sees right through you, there's nothing you can hide from her. "I guess I wish I could just be me. And not worry about what other people think."

"That's totally understandable Quinn. Wouldn't it be great if you could just become someone else? Even if it's just for a little bit? Just indulge yourself a little?"

"I-I guess so." You reply. That does sound like it'd be a relief. Who knows, it might even be fun. Morgan's treatments have always helped you see a better path for yourself after all.

"Why don't you and I create a little character. Someone who can embody all your cute little sissy desires. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Her voice sounds far away but you hear it clearly in your mind as her words bounce around your brain.

"Yeah, that sounds fun." You say in your strained monotone as you admire the dainty pink stocking-clad feet of the actress on screen.

"What should we name her Quinn?" Your attention wavers slightly from the screen.

"H-her?" You say, uncertainty apparent in your voice.

"It's just a character Quinn." She reassures you as you stare at Harley's beautiful garter belt. "Can't call a cute little sissy like a boy can we? No she needs a cute girlish name doesn't she? To match all her cute little girly things."

"I suppose." You reply blankly, acknowledging her point.

"What do you want her to be called Quinn?" As Morgan finishes the question, a bright flash emits from the screen. You see the word 'Babygirl' flash in bright pink letters across your dazzled vision and you realize that's the perfect name for your sissy character.

"Babygirl." You reply blankly, certain of your choice.

"Oh that's adorable Quinn! Just like her of course! Why don't we pretend together? I'm sure it will help you blow off some of this horrible anxiety. Just let go and try to become Babygirl for me."

"Ok Morgan." You say still staring a hole through the screen in front of you. You hear the thunderous echo of the name as Morgan says it while you watch Harley reach up and unclasp her bra. She slides it down her shoulders, revealing her perky round orbs and pert nipples and you swallow as you almost drool at the thought of sucking on them. You hear a giggle from Morgan.

"What do you think of her breasts Babygirl?" Morgan's use of the name sends a shiver down your spine as you answer.

"I-I really like them." You say as your mouth hangs open. You watch her squeeze and play with her breasts, your rock hard dicklet leaking precum into your panties.

"Aren't they pretty?"

"Yes, very." You reply, gazing at their feminine perfection.

"And her panties, and those cute matching stockings? They're pretty too aren't they?" Your eyes dart between the exposed breasts and the sexy lingerie as Morgan's voice penetrates your mind.

"Yes, I really like the garter belt too." Morgan giggles at your reply.

"Oh I bet you do Babygirl! You like wearing pretty panties, don't you Babygirl?"

"Yes Morgan, I love it." You reply, feeling your twitching cockhead rub against the silky fabric of your panties.

"Wouldn't you look adorable in a matching set like hers?" You wonder what it would feel like to pull the smooth stockings up your legs. The thought of attaching them to a cute little garterbelt like hers makes you leak even more precum. Your skin is on fire as you shift a little in your seat.

"I think I'd like that." You say blankly.

"Of course you would Babygirl. You love cute, pretty little things. Would you wear the bra too?" You hesitate a little at the question. The bra did look super cute and your eyes fall upon it dangling from the edge of the bed.

"It's really pretty. I like pretty things."

"Oh but you don't have any pretty boobies to fill it out, won't it look silly?"

"I-I guess." You say flustered. Your eyes return to Harley's breasts and you gaze at them starting to feel a little envious. She fills out her pretty lingerie so well.

"Well that's ok Babygirl! We can talk about that some other time." As she finishes her statement a man appears in frame. He's completely naked with dark skin and bulging muscles. He reminds you a little of Chris, he looks like he spends at least as much time in the gym. You think it certainly pays off for him as your eyes flow up and down his rippling torso and strong arms. You blush a little when your gaze arrives on his dick. It's massive, extending out in front of him at least seven inches. Its girth is impressive and you wonder if you could even get your whole hand around it. You see a large, impressive set of balls hanging underneath his manly shaft. You feel your mouth salivating again as you fixate upon his swollen cockhead. "What are you looking at Babygirl?"

"Umm..." Morgan's voice surprises you and pulls you from your fantasy. "I'm looking at the man now."

"Not the cute girl?"

"N-no." You reply, still glued to his massive dick as he strokes it in front of Harley's smiling face. She looks up at him with glee as he plants his shaft on her face.

"What part of him are you looking at Babygirl?"

"At... at his cock." You say, blushing more furiously.

"No need to be embarrassed Babygirl, it's really big isn't it?" Your heart rate slows as Morgan's words calm you once more.

"Yes." You reply, almost drooling again.

"It's so hard for her isn't it?" As Morgan speaks, the actress's hand moves up to play with the man's balls, while she begins to lick is shaft up and down. "Doesn't it look so sexy? So masculine?"

"Y-yes." You have to admit, he's really attractive, and you find yourself wondering what his cock tastes like as Harley begins to lick and suck on the tip while working the shaft with her hand. You gaze at the lewd scene before you, his shaft disappearing deeper and deeper down her throat as she arches her back and sticks her ass out seductively. He moves a gargantuan hand to the top of her head and begins to guide her rhythm, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock forward.

"You wish a man would get hard for you in your pretty lingerie Babygirl?"

"I-I think I do. It would definitely mean I'm super cute." You reply as you watch Harley cough and gag around her scene partner's cock. He begins to increase the pace, fucking her throat as she relaxes and takes him deeper. Your mind places you in her role, getting used for the man's pleasure.

"You sometimes wish a big strong man would just take you and use you like that don't you, Babygirl?" Her words flow through you as you watch the man roughly grab Harley's whole head with both hands and start driving his cock deep into her hungry throat. You see gobs of spit and precum flying from her mouth and flowing down her chin, landing on her jiggling boobs. You have to swallow again as you imagine what she must be feeling as his cock slides down her gullet. The pounding, wet slapping noises she's making as she gets completely throatfucked drive you even further into ecstasy.

"That looks so hot." You say, shifting more in your seat, you desperately want to rub your clitty. You pause when you realize that's what you called it just now but Morgan's voice distracts you again.

"I can see you're such a horny little sissy Babygirl! You're soaking through your panties like a whore." You feel the wetness that has formed around your crotch but still don't tear your gaze away from the screen. The man's thrusting reaches a peak and he pulls out as Harley sputters and catches her breath. She looks up at him, her makeup ruined and running down her face, with a smile as he jerks his cock. He groans as thick ropes of white cum spring from the tip landing on Harley's face and tits. She doesn't flinch and just keeps smiling with adoration, moaning as the warm substance flows down her face and chest, mixing with the makeup and spit already covering her. She looks down at her tits and draws a finger across her nipple, scooping up a dollop of the milky liquid. She brings it to her mouth and moans, rolling her eyes back in exaggerated pleasure as she sucks the jizm from her finger. "Doesn't she look so happy?"

"Yes." You reply blankly as she smiles and waves goodbye to the camera. You wish you could feel what you imagine she's feeling right now. You would give anything to draw your tongue across her cum covered face just once. You blink and sit up, shaking your head, as the lights in Morgan's office brighten up and the screen turns off before receding back to its chamber. You look up at Morgan who is gazing at you with a look of pure lust. You notice a familiar smell in the air and realize her left hand is hidden below the desk, moving rhythmically. She stops her movement and sits back up in her chair before speaking again.

"I'm so proud of the progress we made today, exploring your homoerotic urges Quinn." You blink again. You're not sure why but you feel like you've been dreaming or something. You remember watching the video and talking with Morgan but as the screen lowered you felt like a fog was clearing from your mind. Morgan tilts her head. "Quinn? Everything alright?"

"Y-yeah, sorry." You reply, shaking your head to finish clearing it. Your voice returns to normal as you continue. "Spaced out for a second." Morgan's seductive gaze turns downright lecherous.

"That's alright, this was a big talk. I'm sure you've got a lot to think about." She chuckles as she stands and adjusts her skirt. She walks over to the couch and sits next to you, taking your hand in hers. "I'm glad you finally opened up to me. Would you like to play Babygirl for me again sometime?"

"Y-yes Morgan. I'd like that." You say, blushing and looking down at the floor, capable of embarrassment once again.

"Please don't be afraid of these feelings Quinn. You told me it might be jeopardizing your relationship with your friend Molly. We wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No! Molly's great!" You say, horrified at the thought of losing her because you can't be honest with yourself. Morgan smiles and pats your hand.

"Good boy. Now our time is up for today, enjoy your dinner with your mother and Master." She gives you a warm hug before leading you out of the office.