Jake didn’t have an explanation for his father. He didn’t even have an explanation for himself. The text sat in his phone, looming with terrible portent, as Jake brainstormed some way to get out of this. Richard Ashton was not like Ella’s parents, who were just as understanding, compassionate, and warm as she was. No, Richard was a man who expected results. If you didn’t bring them, he cut you off, and that was that. Jake had watched it happen plenty of times when shadowing his father at the company. Managers who were slipping got the boot. 

If only this didn’t extend to Richard’s personal life. But Jake knew better. As a young child in grade two, when he’d brought home subpar test results, Richard had spewed hateful comments Jake’s way and taken away his brand new gaming console. After that, Jake put in his effort. The personal tutor that his mother had hired behind father’s back did help, of course, but Jake never slacked off again. Throughout the rest of his childhood, he got incredible grades, and tailored his life to what Richard wanted of him. A man who could be trusted to run the company after he retired. That was who Jake wanted to become.

At least, that’s what he’d thought, until his life had suddenly and inexplicably upended itself. New questions plagued Jake. New fears. It was all so much, and he didn’t know how to deal with it.

The next day, Richard called him. Things would be even worse if Jake ignored this one. Reluctantly, he answered. 

“Jake, you worthless jackass,” his father snapped. “I know you saw my text.”

“Hello, father,” Jake said, voice less confident than he wished. God, why couldn’t Ella be here right now?

“22%? On the midterm? There had better be a damn good explanation for this.”

Richard had access to the portal where all of Jake’s grades were posted, and he would have been checking it regularly to see the instant when his midterm grades were up. 

“Father, I know what it looks like, but I promise, I’ll do better. I’ll- I’ll get 100% next exam.”

“I don’t give one single shit about the next exam,” Richard spat. “I want an explanation for what happened here. Don’t you forget that I’m the one paying for your tuition, and your housing. You are my investment, Jake, and I won’t hesitate to drop you if you don’t deliver.”

Jake felt numb. “I th- I thought I was your son,” was all he could manage to say.

His father laughed, derisive and cold. “You really are a naive moron, aren’t you? Listen, if you don’t have any kind of excuse to give me, I’ll—”

“The professor rigged it!” Jake fired off the first answer that came into his head.

There was a pause. “What?”

“The professor. Professor Maxwell. He didn’t like me. Thought I was getting too cocky. He rigged the test so I’d fail. That’s what happened. I- I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t have any hard evidence, but—”

“Hmph. If that’s the case, I’ll have the man fired and blacklisted from ever working in a university ever again. But don’t think you’ve slipped your noose just yet, Jake. You’re on thin fucking ice here. If you slip up even a little, you’re done.”

Before Jake could respond, Richard had hung up.

Jake flopped back on the bed, sick. He’d saved his ass for now, but it wouldn’t last long. Plus, it would be at the professor’s expense… Yet, should Jake really care about a man he barely knew? The boys would encourage him to throw Professor Maxwell under the bus to save his own ass. But Jake’s skin prickled at the idea of doing something so horrible. It was just plain wrong. And he knew that if Ella found out… His heart would shatter if he saw the disappointed look on her face.

He saw that Ella had texted him. Working a late shift, and she wouldn’t be home til after he’d gone to bed. Underneath that one was a text from Kevin. 

Kevin: How’s your period, sissy? Ha! 

Kevin: You still coming to Tony’s tonight?

Jake wanted nothing more than to avoid his friends as long as he could. But spending the evening alone, without Ella, stuck in this pit of darkness, almost felt worse. Maybe some alcohol in his system would perk him up. Maybe being with the guys, reminded of what was supposed to be normal, would fix whatever was going wrong inside of himself. 

He replied to Kevin in the affirmative.

When he arrived at Tony’s an hour later, he was greeted by drunk cheers from the boys. But there was something faintly sinister about it this time. The look in Kevin’s eye said he hadn’t forgotten about what happened at the exam.

“There he is!” Pete loudly exclaimed. “Did sobbing like a girl make the professor go easy on your grade? HAH! You must have looked so stupid!”

Jake felt his face burn in shame. “You told them??” He hissed at Kevin.

“Of course I did,” Kevin said. “I mean it’s not like it’s some big secret. Everyone in class heard you, dude.”

“What’s with the hoodie and sweatpants?” Eddie commented, tugging at Jake’s sleeve. “What are you, a teenager who just woke up? Have some self respect.”

Shit. Jake had been avoiding his closet ever since the exam, ever since the idea of putting on any other clothes had begun to make him feel sick. He hadn’t even thought about it tonight before he’d headed out the door. “Shut up,” he said, batting away Eddie’s hand. “It’s comfortable, okay?”

“You haven’t explained why you cried,” Eddie pointed out.

God, were they really gonna do this right now? “It was—allergies, okay?” Jake stammered, unable to come up with a better lie. “I had a reaction. That’s it. Seriously, you guys make a big deal out of everything.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “That’s such bullshit. You were clearly crying, pussy.”

Pete grinned. “Maybe he’s secretly a girl. Is that it, sissy? You been lying to us this whole time?”

Jake felt his ears heat up in anger. “And what the fuck is so wrong with being a girl, anyway?”

There was a momentary silence. Then all three guys broke into laughter, and Jake felt his shoulders hunching in shame and discomfort. Maybe that hadn’t been the best thing to say.

“Sissy Jake,” Pete taunted in a singsong tone of voice. “Can’t keep her period in her pants.”

The pulse of pleasure that came from being called ‘her’ momentarily stunned Jake. He quickly regained his composure. “You guys are such fucking assholes! Can we seriously drop it? I came here to drink, not to be made fun of.”

“Dude, that’s the bro code,” Kevin said, smirking. “You embarrass yourself, and we’ve gotta bust your balls about it.”

“Maybe I don’t like the bro code anymore,” Jake muttered.

“Oh, stop being so salty,” Eddie said. “If you don’t like it, you can crawl back to your precious Ella and paint each other’s nails all night.”

Something snapped inside him. “Fuck you,” he spat.

“Whoa,” Pete said.

“Fucking excuse me?” Eddie said, meeting Jake’s glare.

“Jake, that wasn’t cool,” Kevin said.

“Fuck you,” Jake said to him, pointing a finger, “and fuck you,” he aimed it at Pete. “I hate this stupid bro thing, I hate your teasing, I hate how the only thing you care about is money, status, and sex. I hate how you think women are beneath you. I hate how you’ll mock anyone who acts even a little bit unmanly. I hate how I bothered putting up with you assholes for the last three years.” He stood up. “Lose my fucking number.”

With that, he stomped out of Tony’s. He didn’t look behind him to see their reaction. He didn’t care anymore. All he wanted was to be out of there, to never have to see any of their faces again.

The cold was biting against his skin. He needed to keep moving. Walking down the street, putting distance between them and him. God, he wished Ella were here. A night with her would be heavenly. Maybe he really would get her to paint his nails. That would be such a fuck you to the guys. And there was definitely no other reason the idea appealed to him, nope, not at all.

Something nearby caused Jake to suddenly halt. A girl was leaning against a wall nearby. No, not just a girl. A trans girl, he was pretty sure. Jake blinked, frowning. Why did this whole scenario seem so familiar?

Her eyes met his, and she flinched. Jake put his hands up disarmingly. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay. I’m- I’m not gonna do anything. I promise.”

“Hold on,” she said. Her voice was pretty. “It’s you, isn’t it. Her… project?”

Jake frowned, his head tilting. “Project? Wait, you know me?”

“She does,” a new voice came from behind Jake. He spun around, and came face to face with sparkling eyes like diamonds, flecks of pink dancing in them. Instantly, Jake was frozen solid, transfixed, unable to look away or even speak. He didn’t know what was happening to him. All he knew was that this was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.

“You,” the mysterious woman continued, reaching up to cup Jake’s chin, “were going to do some awful things to her, until I found you.”

Jake let out a high-pitched whine. “I wha…?” What was she talking about? Why was it getting harder to think by the second?

“But don’t you worry. I fixed that, by fixing you. You’ve been a very good girl for me, Jake. Your transition has been moving along well. Got rid of those misogynistic friends of yours, did you? Good, good girl. That was a long time coming, wasn’t it?”

Jake didn’t know why she was calling him a good girl, but the waves of pleasure that rushed up and down his spine in a tingling sensation made it hard to complain about. All he could do was nod dumbly. If she said he was a good girl, then it must be true.

“Let’s see, what else…” The woman continued. “Oh, you did flunk your test, good… exactly as I wanted. Hm… lied to your father. That’s no good. We don’t want to string along that particular relationship anymore, do we?”

Jake shook his head stupidly. He didn’t know what she was talking about, but her voice was so pretty, so nice to listen to…

“Don’t you worry, little thing,” the mysterious woman cooed. “You won’t need his money anymore. I’ll figure something out for you, very soon.” Jake vaguely registered her attention shifting away from him. “Lily, dear, why don’t you head home? I have some more conditioning to do with this one.”

“Sure thing,” the trans girl replied, and Jake heard her footsteps as she left.

The next hour was a blur to Jake. He didn’t know where he was going. All he knew was that a beautiful woman was guiding him, and that was good enough. He remembered getting into a car at one point, and then getting lost in a blissful, giggly daze as the scenery zipped by outside the window. He remembered exiting the freezing cold and heading indoors. He remembered going down a set of stairs.

The woman gently pushed him into a chair, and Jake happily complied. How could he do otherwise? 

“You’ve come so far…” The woman observed, walking in a slow circle around Jake. “You were just like them up until a few months ago. The same misogynistic asshole. The same sex-obsessed jerk. You would have ruined Ella. You would have been just another corporate parasite. But look at you now… My slut. My stupid, adorable slut.” She caressed his cheek, and he leaned into it without hesitation. “It’s so much more satisfying knowing that you weren’t just repressed before. I turned you into this, Jake. I gave you all of your eggy inclinations, all of your compassion, all of your empathetic responses to women.” She smirked. “You are one of my finest creations.”

Jake just giggled. “Mmmyes, Mistress…” he purred.

She snapped her fingers. “Okay, Selena. Come on out.”

Selena opened her eyes. She beamed immediately. “Mistress! I missed you!”

Mistress smirked. “I missed you too, pet. Now go on, go get changed.”

“Yes Mistress!” Selena obediently got up and rushed over to the closet, pulling out her frilly pink maid dress. She pulled off her hoodie and the tank top beneath it, and then removed her sweatpants and boxers. Her hands briefly tweaked her own nipples, and she bit her lip in pleasure. Yes, Mistress had been correct. Her body was changing, slowly. She couldn’t wait until she had nice, fat tits for others to grope!

Not delaying further, Selena then pulled on a pair of panties, her white thigh highs, and donned the maid dress. Lastly, she slipped on some comfortable pink flats, and walked back over to Mistress, posture straight, chest out, and smile wide. 

“Good slut,” Mistress purred, clipping Selena’s collar around her neck. 

Selena was overjoyed, both at the praise and the symbol of her status as property. “Th- Thank you, Mistress.”

“We’re going to take the first step towards your career change, Selena,” Mistress said, idly fingering her leash. “I think that we can all agree that an executive at a greedy corporation is a very bad idea for you. Tch tch, no… you, Selena, are a slut. And sluts can make a lot of money, if the right people see them.”

The words went over Selena’s head, which was perfectly alright with her. She liked being Mistress’s dumb, oblivious toy. Of course, as soon as Mistress began stripping her clothes, Selena became certain that even the most intelligent person out there couldn’t have held onto their wits. She was more than beauty—she was something that language hadn’t come up with the right words to describe. Selena found herself drooling as she took in every delectable inch of Mistress’s body, perfectly complimented by her tasteful black lace lingerie. 

Mistress dug around in a drawer nearby, and pulled out a camera—a rather high quality one, too. She settled back on a couch, and nudged Selena’s mind. Immediately, Selena followed her, dropping onto her knees in between Mistress’s legs. She felt a shiver of satisfaction. This was where she was meant to be. Looking up at her Mistress, a leash stretching from her collar to Mistress’s hand. In her place.

Mistress clicked something on the camera, pointing it down so that it could capture everything down from Mistress’s tits to where Selena was positioned. “Hey, everyone. Say hello to my newest slut, Selena~”

Selena didn’t know who Mistress was talking to, but she beamed and giggled. “Hii, Selena!” 

“As you can see, she’s very stupid,” Mistress continued. “She’s going to give you all a show today, show you just how good of a slut she is. Make sure you let her know how good a job she’s done in the comments.”

Selena felt another nudge against her mind, and knew exactly what to do. She licked her lips, giving a seductive grin to the camera, and slowly peeled down Mistress’s panties, revealing her hardening girlcock. Selena took it in one hand, caressing it, and pressed her soft, supple lips against her Mistress’s divine cock. Slowly, she began to kiss up the length, until her lips were wrapped around the tip. Selena didn’t understand that there were viewers watching her, but she did know that she needed to put on a show. And she could certainly do that much.

Gradually, Selena began to engulf Mistress’s cock, sliding it deeper and deeper down her throat. Distantly she recalled on a previous occasion Mistress having informed her that she’d mentally undone Selena’s gag reflex. Selena was so grateful for that. Her throat was meant to be violated by as many girlcocks as possible!

Finally, she completely deepthroated Mistress’s gock. She let out a long moan, feeling ecstatic that she got to be so useful for her Mistress. Then, she pulled back a ways, before again pushing herself to the base, her lips touching Mistress’s pelvis. She continued in this fashion, establishing a rhythm, sucking off Mistress’s beautiful cock, all the while keeping her eyes on the camera. Mistress moaned a bit herself, but her noises were always composed, making it clear that while she enjoyed this, she was at all times in control.

Selena began to increase her pace, doing her very best to drive her Mistress into the throes of lust. She wanted to impress the camera of course, but most of all she wanted her Mistress to feel amazing. That was more important to Selena than anything else. She worked her tongue up the underside of her cock, sucked expertly, and made sure to at all times keep her teeth out of the way, and her mouth snug. A tight, wet hole for her Mistress to use. 

Mistress began to roll her hips with Selena’s motions, shoving her cock deeper. Selena felt her eyes roll back at the unbelievable pleasure of being utterly and completely used. Her right hand continued to hold the camera, but with her left Mistress wrapped the leash around her wrist, tight, maintaining her ownership, and pressed her open hand atop Selena’s head.

Selena moaned. She loved it when Mistress did this. A domineering gesture, her fingers gripping Selena’s hair and encouraging her as she continued to suck her off. The ecstasy of being a thing that Mistress owned was almost enough to make Selena cum right then and there. 

Mistress’s lustful noises were getting more and more intense. Selena could tell—she was close. Excited for her Mistress’s release, Selena redoubled her efforts, using her expert tongue to caress and coax Mistress towards that cliff of pleasure. 

Finally, Mistress came, her hot, irresistible cum painting the back of Selena’s throat white. She drank it down hungrily, not wanting to waste a single drop. Mistress’s cum was like divine nectar, and Selena felt confident she could consume it and nothing else for the rest of her life and be perfectly happy.

With one last delicious moan, Mistress regained her composure. “As you can see, she’s very good at what she does. Donate to my links, and you can see her do even more~” Mistress tugged on Selena’s head, forcing her up and off of her cock. Selena resisted a whine. Couldn’t she keep it in her mouth just a little longer? 

“Open up, Selena, show them you’ve swallowed.”

Selena obeyed.

“Good girl,” Mistress said. “Now, say bye-bye to your admirers, Selena.”

Selena beamed, waving her hand. “Bye! I can’t wait til you get to use me too!”

With that, Mistress clicked a button on the device and set the camera aside. “As much as I’d like to have more fun with you tonight, I’ve got things to do. So, let’s get you home, why don’t we?”

Selena didn’t know what Mistress was talking about, but she nodded stupidly.

With a mental nudge from her Mistress, Selena got up and pulled off her pretty clothes. She was excited about the idea of Mistress dressing her up in more adorable and slutty outfits, but then realized that she wanted her to put on those boring, baggy clothes from before. Selena pouted.

Mistress scritched her head, removing her collar. “It’s all necessary, Selena. Don’t worry. You’ll be able to do nothing but wear cute things eventually. But I can’t move too fast. Trust your Mistress.”

Selena shivered. “Of course, Mistress. I trust you completely.”

She put on the tank top, hoodie, boxers and sweatpants, and turned around, facing her Mistress. Her eyes were so so pretty… Selena never got tired of getting lost in them. Their perfect blue and pink tones, like lights that sucked her in…

Things got blurry after that. Selena didn’t know what was happening to her, other than she was going somewhere. The seats in this car were nice and comfortable, and the streetlights outside were whizzing by the window. Selena couldn’t bring herself to care. She was happy, and she was full of thoughts of her Mistress. What more could she need to worry about?

At some point, Selena arrived home. She knew this place. She spent most of her time here, didn’t she? It was all dark, though. Selena’s mind was still fuzzy, but some directive embedded within kept her moving, and eventually she fell onto a plush bed. Mmm, it was so comfy, and the blankets were so cozy. She could just fall asleep like this…

Selena drifted off. At first, her dreams were full of Mistress. Her beautiful eyes, her perfect body, her melodic voice. It made Selena happy, giggly even. But then things began to shift. Selena began to dream of darker things. Of a classroom full of people who hated her. Tears dripping down her cheeks. A bar reeking of the smell of alcohol, with men laughing at her. An angry voice on the phone. Like hateful phantoms, they swirled around her, amalgamating into an unpleasant abomination which screamed at her, demanding, disrespectful, terrifying.

But then… A light shone suddenly from above, beating back the monster. Warmth, security, and love. Ella’s light. Selena felt herself exalt Ella’s fortuitous appearance, overcome with adoration and appreciation. The dark memories receded, and Selena basked in Ella’s comforting glow.

Some time later, Selena’s eyes fluttered open. She was snuggled up under the covers, and next to her was Ella. Selena felt her heart fill up with love, and she immediately wrapped Ella up in a tight hug. “Ella! Ella, Ella, Ella, Ellaaaaaa…”

Ella woke, a bit discombobulated, and patted her boyfriend’s back. “What…? Um, morning, Jake… you okay?”

“Ella,” Selena continued. “You saved me… I love you so much…”

Ella laughed. “Saved you? From what?”

“From my nightmare!” Selena pulled back, so that she and Ella were face to face, their noses touching. She beamed. “You scared away all the bad memories. You’re my hero!”

Ella smiled in confusion. Why was her boyfriend acting like this? Of course, he’d been showing his appreciation for her more and more lately, but this… Oh. Oh, no. Ella had a sinking realization. “Why… Why are you pitching your voice so high, Jake?”

Selena giggled. “What do you mean? I always talk like this!” She hugged Ella again. “And you keep forgetting my name, silly! It’s Selena!”

Ella shoved Jake back, staring at him in dismay. “I thought that we were done with this. Why are you doing this again? It’s been months!”

Selena frowned in genuine confusion, and hurt. “E- Ella…? What do you mean…?”

Ella’s horror and frustration dimmed as she took in Jake’s hurt expression. He didn’t seem to be faking this. But why was this happening? Okay, okay. Getting angry at him wouldn’t work. She needed to tease out what was going on. 

“You… You said your name is Selena?” She started slowly.

Selena beamed, and nodded.

“Okay.” Ella massaged her temples. “And you don’t know who Jake is?”

“Ummm… Well, Mistress told me that’s who I used to be. But I’m Selena now!”

Ella blinked, taking a lengthy moment to absorb that.

“…Selena… Can you please tell me who your Mistress is?”