“My Mistress? Sure! She’s… um… she’s…” Selena blinked, confused as the memories seemed to vanish from her mind. “I just… but… wait… who am I…?” 

Memories intermingled, some belonging to the life of a slut, others to a struggling student. Selena, or Jake, they weren’t sure, gripped their head tight, a whine of exertion escaping their lips. Why couldn’t they remember? 

“Selena…?” Ella asked, frowning in concern. “Are you okay?”

They shook their head. Memories were starting to settle, but things were different. Undeniably different. Selena’s experiences as a slut, obeying her Mistress, faded away, too difficult to hold onto. Like sand passing through her fingers, she lost it before she had a chance to realize she’d been trying to hold onto it. But her identity…. That remained. Or, at least, a shadow of it did. She couldn’t remember much, but even in ghostly hints and suggestions, she couldn’t ignore it.

“…I think… I think I’m back to normal,” she said, swallowing shakily.

Ella’s eyes widened. “Jake…?”

“S… Sort of. I’m not sure I understand, but… I’m the person you’ve been dating.” She glanced down, her face hot with shame. “But I don’t think I want to be Jake anymore.”

Ella blinked several times in confusion

Fuck. How do I explain this to her when I barely understand it myself? “I…” The words were choked in her mouth. “I think I want to be a girl.”

Ella stared. “…You mean like… you’re transgender?”

She nodded, face scarlet, unable to meet Ella’s eyes.

“Hey, hey…” She cupped her face, tipping her up so their eyes met. She offered her a warm smile. “If that’s who you are, I’ll support you.” She hesitated. “I just want to make sure that this isn’t… to do with this person you sometimes become. This… Selena.”

“I still don’t remember what you mean when you talk about that. My memories have been all jumbled up lately and I have no idea why… Maybe there’s something wrong with me? Some sickness?” She hesitated, voice choking up. “Do I deserve to want to be a girl? Maybe I’m just… defective in some way. I bet other trans women don’t struggle with this.”

“Hey, no,” Ella said firmly. “Don’t talk that way. If you want to be a woman, then you’re a woman, full stop. And if you want to be Selena, then that’s who you are.”

Selena nodded, tears in her eyes. “I do. I don’t want to be Jake anymore. I hate Jake. Please, Ella… Please let me be Selena.”

Carefully, Ella pulled her face close and deposited a kiss on her lips. The two shared a warm, comfortable moment, and Selena felt the tension melt out of her body. She still didn’t quite know who she was. She didn’t know what the future held for her. And, despite Ella’s reassurances, she felt like there was more going on that was out of her reach. Yet, this felt good, and right. Jake was dead. And Selena, whoever she was, had been born.

~

It was a slow process. Ella was busy with her job and with classes, and Selena remained in a major she was becoming increasingly certain she hated being in. Most of the economics and business students she was surrounded by were men, and worse, the self-important types that she and her ex-friends had been. She felt alone, and remembering that night where she’d been bullied by the guys for crying of all things flashed in her mind whenever she heard their laughs before and after class. 

Could she really become a girl in an environment like this? The few women who were here at all were fiercely independent, ice-cold and deeply dedicated. An attitude that they had to take on if they wanted to stand out and survive in a male-dominated sphere, no doubt. Selena didn’t think she could be like that. Besides, even if she did adopt such a persona, the more important fact was that being a trans woman would get her shunned, if not worse. 

It took Selena weeks as she mulled over things. Maybe she should switch her major. She wasn’t sure what else interested her, but she knew that this couldn’t lead anywhere good. Not that any path would. After all, her father loomed above everything. If he found out who she’d become, he would disown her and cut her off. Bye bye financial security. She wouldn’t be able to go to university at all anymore after that.

He didn’t need to find out anytime soon, however. The next time exam season rolled around, she’d be in trouble. For now, however, Selena could stay the course and explore transition at home. 

Going to the store to find outfits was scary, but exhilarating. Finding clothes that Selena actually found herself excited to wear thrilled her, and Ella enjoyed watching the reactions of her girlfriend. Selena wasn’t sure why, but she found herself drawn towards pink most of all. A pleased, melodic hum echoed in her mind whenever she selected one of them. Pink was right, for a stupid little girl like her. 

That thought slipped away too fast for Selena to remember that she’d had it.

Ella had been urging Selena to find herself a new doctor, one who would assist in helping her find gender care. Selena agreed that she needed whatever was required for her body to change. She was tired of being in the shape of a boxy, square man. She wanted curves and wanted them badly. Even her dick, which once upon a time she’d been proud of and enjoyed using in her sexual encounters, she now wanted nothing to do with. From her research, that one would be a bit more difficult to get rid of, but she nonetheless put it high on her list of priorities.

Something odd happened, on a Thursday afternoon after Selena had informed her girlfriend that she was going to meet with a potential doctor today. She’d gotten all dressed up, ready to head out the door, when a text arrived on her phone. Frowning, she’d opened it up. It came from one of her contacts, “M”. 

Selena was confused. Who was M? Why were they in her contacts? Her eyes drifted down to read the text.

It was a command. Commands which breached deep inside Selena’s mind in an instant, carefully manipulating both her conscious and subconscious at the same time. Selena turned around and headed into her bedroom, before bending down and digging under the bed. She retrieved two vials of pills, which she’d been diligently taking every single day for months now, though she had no memories of doing so. In a trance, she headed to the bathroom and placed the pills on the sink, visible and obvious. Finally, she relaxed in the living room, memories writing themselves into her mind, of a day spent meeting a mysterious and beautiful Doctor M who was quite happy to prescribe medication to Selena.

Ella was delighted to hear that Selena’s trip to the doctor’s had been successful. The two shared overjoyed giggles and hugs, and Selena went to the bathroom to take what was as far as she knew her first dose of HRT.

A month later, Selena beamed as she admired herself, topless in the mirror. She could already see her boobs coming in! Wow, HRT worked faster than she thought it would. 

Excited, Selena danced through the house to the bedroom, where Ella was relaxing and listening to music. “Ella! Look! I have boobs!” She gestured to her bare chest, where two nubs of flesh were beginning to grow.

Ella stared, blushing, and then grinned. “Really? I thought that was going to take months!” She leapt up and approached her girlfriend, reaching out tentative hands. “Can I… Can I touch?”

Selena bit her lip. “Ella, I’d let you do anything you wanted to me.”

Ella gave her a wry grin, and carefully groped her tits. Pleasure sparked inside of Selena, and she moaned eagerly. Yes, this was right. This was what she’d been missing all this time. Tits, and a girl touching them with abandon. As Ella continued to massage her boobs, Selena leaned into it, her breathing growing ragged, small gasps and squeaks slipping out.

She hadn’t even noticed that Ella’s face was growing redder by the second. She slowly pulled her hands back. “I sh- should probably stop. At that rate I would have had a hard time resisting the urge to shove you onto the bed and strip the rest of you…”

Selena bit her lip. “No. I want that, Ella. I think that I can finally have sex with you again. I hated my body before, and that’s what stopped me. But it’s turning into a woman’s shape! And the more it does, the more I want to give it up to you. Let you do whatever with me.”

Letting out a groan she’d apparently been keeping in, Ella wasted no time. She gently, but firmly, pushed Selena onto the bed, and kissed her hard. Selena gasped as her girlfriend’s tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring with passion and lust. Their tongues tangled, and Selena moaned into Ella’s mouth as she felt her tits being massaged, her sensitive nipples pinched between Ella’s deft fingers. Ella pulled back, and began kissing and sucking down Selena’s neck, marking her collarbone with hickeys before she finally arrived at her burgeoning chest. 

Ella’s eyes met Selena’s in an eager grin, which made Selena flush. Then, Ella took a nipple into her mouth and began to suck, her tongue playing with the bud. Pleasure shot through Selena like electricity through her entire system, and she was now certain that she deeply regretted having spent any time in her past not having sapphic sex. 

Ella fingers and tongue were like divine mana from god, and each touch at Selena’s boobs caused a wave of lust and satisfaction to roll through her. Selena gasped and groaned, unable to keep herself from squirming at the sheer sensation of it all. 

She didn’t know how much time had passed by the time Ella released her boobs and leaned up to kiss Selena’s lips. “Are you okay if I… go further?” She asked, teasing at the hem of the skirt Selena was currently wearing.

For months, Selena had been paralyzed at the idea of that, but now she was overcome with desire and elation. “Yes, god, please Ella, I need you,” she moaned.

That made Ella grin. She pulled down Selena’s skirt, and her panties followed, and now Selena was left bare. The sensation of being naked and ready to be used by a girl was like a bolt of clarity directly to her brain. This was exactly where she was meant to be. A girl’s cute plaything.

Ella’s fingers wrapped around Selena’s cock. It had gotten smaller, cuter, but no less desperate to be touched. And Ella knew exactly how to touch her. She was gentle to start, pampering her girlfriend with sensitive, loving strokes. But gradually it escalated, exactly in time with the desperate bucking of Selena’s hips. She simply couldn’t help it. Ella was too good, and feeling her girlcock being pumped up and down was enough pleasure to absolutely daze her brain. A fog of hot, eager pleasure clouded her mind, and she was simply a puppet following Ella’s delightful whims. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Ella cooed as she drove Selena closer and closer to the edge.

“Ellaaaaa,” Selena whined. “Ella, I love you, I love you so much, Ella pleaseeee…”

“That’s it, baby,” Ella whispered. “Cum for me.”

And Selena did. It was a white hot flash behind her eyes as she felt every nerve ending below her waist light on fire, her hips spasming and her orgasm rocking through her. 

The two cuddled into each other, Ella placing soft, loving kisses along Selena’s face as Selena panted and recovered from the mind-blowing climax. “Holy shit,” she said through deep breaths. “Ella… that was amazing.”

“Only because you made it amazing,” Ella replied, smiling.

Selena beamed and kissed her.

~

The terror that was Richard Ashton grew more and more frightening as Selena’s next exam approached. He expected not only a good mark, but top scores. And while Selena had put effort into her studies, one thing was becoming more and more certain to her lately: she was stupid. 

It was odd to realize this, and even more strange to realize that she didn’t mind being stupid. It fit her. She was a stupid, girly girl. Silly girls like her didn’t go to university. They stayed at home and helped out their spouses. And Selena shivered in delight at the idea of being Ella’s stay-at-home wife. 

But the transition from business major to Ella’s dumb wife still came with the knowledge that she’d have to deal with her father. Ella had recently been promoted at her job, and with that, Selena figured that their household could survive without Richard’s money. She was still terrified of facing his wrath, however. All his disappointment, all his anger, only to be compounded if he found out who she’d become.

But time marched on. And with no workarounds, Selena now had to do the exam she’d been dreading.

She arrived at the university, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, the only thing she could stomach wearing while pretending to be a boy. Kevin was there, and his expression darkened when he saw her. He couldn’t tell she was a girl now, right? Her hair was long, longer than it had ever been when she’d been a guy, but guys could have long hair. 

The professor handed out the exam. Maxwell hadn’t been fired, despite Richard’s declaration, which Selena didn’t know what to make of. Well, it wasn’t relevant now. She pulled out her pencil, staring at the page.

The first question. The first question. She could answer this, right?

She’d studied, though she hadn’t wanted to. The information was there, in her head. All she had to do was access it.

But… she didn’t want to. She blinked, surprised as the realization blossomed in her mind. She didn’t want to be smart. She wanted to be stupid. A ditzy girl who could barely tell up from down. This exam wasn’t right for her. She didn’t want to take it, didn’t want to even put her pencil onto the paper. To do so was a denial of who she was, of who she wanted to become, maybe of who she always was all along. 

Abruptly, Selena stood up. All eyes turned to her, but she discovered that she didn’t care. She walked up to the professor, paper in hand, and proffered it to him. 

“Jake?” Professor Maxwell asked, bewildered. “You can’t be done already. We just started!”

She smiled. “It’s Selena, actually. And I know, professor. Don’t worry, I didn’t write a thing. I’ve just realized that I want to be a stupid, ditzy girl rather than a business major.” She dropped the paper onto his desk, and giggled in relief as the weight of it all left her. “Bye, everyone! I hope I never have to see you again!” She waved, and pranced out of the room with a girlish posture.

Selena didn’t catch what their reactions were. She didn’t care. She was in a state of bliss, overjoyed knowing that she’d finally sloughed off a part of her old life for good. She pulled out her phone as she headed for the university’s exit, texting her Mistress and informing her that she’d done exactly as instructed.

When she arrived home, Ella reacted to the news with a mix of apprehension and happiness. She was of course glad that Selena had finally dumped the major she so obviously hated being in, but was naturally concerned about what the consequences of this would be for their household. Selena simply reassured her that whatever her father did, she could handle it. Ella didn’t know where this confidence came from, especially since Selena had been noticeably scared of Richard Ashton for weeks leading up the exam, but she reluctantly took Selena at her word.

~

A few days later, Richard tried to call Selena. Several times. Dozens of texts from him reached her, but she didn’t respond to a single one. Instead, she simply sent one text to her beloved Mistress. She smiled as she typed the words. Her Mistress knew exactly what to do, and Selena was happy to let her think for her. 

Ella glanced over at Selena’s phone, which buzzed again as Richard once again called. “Selena… Should you be picking that up?”

Selena glanced at her with a vacant smile, and shook her head. “I don’t need to. It’ll all get resolved soon.”

Ella frowned, an uneasy sensation coming over her. “What does that mean?”

“Mistress told me,” Selena said, as if that perfectly explained everything.

In alarm, Ella stood up. “Mistress? Who? Selena, what’s going on?”

Before Selena could respond, there was a knock at the door. Selena beamed, getting to her feet and bouncing across the hardwood floor. “I’ll get it!” Ella stared, shocked and with a sense of dread creeping along her shoulders.

Selena opened the door, and Mistress stood there. Clad in a fashionable blue coat, her hair beautifully swept to the side, she looked as beautiful as ever. Selena beamed, and wrapped her up in a hug. “Mistress! You made it! I’m so happy to see you!”

Mistress smirked, hugging back with one arm. “Anything for my pet.”

Ella stomped up behind the two of them putting her hands on her hips. “Um, excuse me? What the fuck is going on? Who is this?”

Selena blinked, and stood back, gesturing. “Ella, this is Mistress. Mistress, Ella!”

“I’m glad we could finally be introduced,” Mistress said, smiling mysteriously.

“This is who you’ve been mentioning?” Ella exclaimed. “You have a lot of explaining to do. Why does Selena keep mentioning you? Are you behind her memory problems?”

Mistress stepped inside, pushing the door shut with her heel. She shrugged the strap of the duffel bag she was carrying a bit higher up on her shoulder, and regarded Ella with a calculating look. “You certainly seem to be on Selena’s side. That’s good. I’d been worried you’d turn out to be secretly transphobic.”

Ella gaped. “Of course not! How bad do you think I am?”

Mistress waltzed through the house, aiming for the bedroom. 

“Um, this is our house?” Ella called after her. “Don’t just walk in uninvited! Come on, Selena, tell her!”

Selena winced. “I’m sorry, Ella, but… this is really important. Can you just listen to her?”

Ella bit down an incredulous response. “Ugh. Fine.” She didn’t like any of this, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted answers on what had been happening to Selena. Reluctantly, she walked after the woman, and Selena followed, a blissful smile on her lips.

In the bedroom, the woman dropped the duffel on the ground, and gestured at the bed. “Both of you, please take a seat. I’d like to talk with you.”

Selena eagerly sat, as though she’d been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to obey. Ella was much slower, and folded her arms once she’d plopped down onto the bed next to her girlfriend.

“I understand why you’re upset,” the woman continued. “But I can and will explain everything.” She gestured to Selena. “I met Selena several months ago. She was a rather despicable human being at the time. And I thought that she, you, and the world deserved better.” She tapped her chin in thought. “To be honest, I wondered why you had bothered staying with her for over two years. But now that I can dig through your mind, I can see that you’re used to tolerating a lot, aren’t you Ella? And you have a compassionate heart, willing to see the best in most. Well, I can’t say I agree with that, but I’m glad that it all worked out in the end.”

Ella scowled. “I’m sorry? My mind?”

The woman nodded with a smirk. “All human minds are connected, and through years of training and practice, I’ve gained considerable skill at manipulating them. Most people have very little mental defense. It’s easy to slip between the cracks, learn everything I want to know, and… make nudges where I like.”

A sense of horror flooded through Ella. “Did you… do that to Selena?”

“That’s right. She was my masterpiece, my creation. I changed her from that horrible man into a beautiful young woman.”

Ella stood up, pointing an accusing finger. “That’s despicable! You violated her! You took away her identity! What’s wrong with you?”

The woman laughed, and it was like a song. “Oh, Ella… you can’t seriously tell me you enjoyed Jake? The man whose friends you hated, whose behaviours you tolerated, who you stayed with because you always gave him the benefit of the doubt when he didn’t deserve it?” She gestured. “Are you telling me you don’t prefer Selena?”

Selena just beamed.

“That’s—That’s not fair at all!” Ella stammered. “It’s not about what I like. It’s about what you did to her!”

“But she is better now. A trans girl, who loves and craves love in turn, rather than a hateful man in line to make the world a worse place. I know you agree. You’ve been falling more and more in love with her this last month, as she’s changed.”

“Stop looking into my head,” Ella snapped.

“I’m doing more than looking into your head,” the woman said, perfectly calm. “I’m rewriting it. Making it so you’re okay with what happened to Selena. You liked that this happened to her. She’s so much more happy, and it’s abundantly clear to you that this was a good thing. For everyone.”

Ella’s mouth went dry. That couldn’t be true, could it? She glanced at Selena, and found with a strange sense of horror and calm that she did prefer her this way. She was glad that Selena’s identity had been completely altered by this woman. “No, no,” she muttered to herself. “That’s not how I actually feel. You’re just making me feel it.”

The woman clicked her tongue. “That won’t do, will it? Let’s make it so you’re perfectly okay with me altering your mind.”

Ella blinked. In a moment, her horror vanished, replaced by a calm understanding, and acceptance. “Oh. I suppose I am. Huh.”

“Good,” the woman purred. “Now, for one last adjustment… I’m going to amp up your dominant side. I want a girl who can give Selena everything she needs. Whose sexual proclivities perfectly complement Selena’s. There, that’s it…”

Shivering, Ella felt the changes take place. She glanced at Selena, a lust burning inside of her core. She wanted to dominate her, so bad. She wanted to control her, collar her, use her. These feelings were brand new to her, but Ella wasn’t jarred in the slightest. She simply accepted her new reality, and moved on. She reached out, grabbing at the hem of Selena’s short skirt, trying to keep herself from drooling.

Selena giggled, and blushed. “Ellaaaa,” she whined in a playful way. 

“Selena, would it be totally weird if I said that I wanted to fuck you right now?”

“Not at all!” Selena replied, blushing deeper. “I’d really like that, actually…”

The woman held up a hand to stop them from going at it like rabbits, and dug into her duffel bag. She pulled out a collar and leash, and handed them to Ella. Ella took them, marveling, and felt her lust grow hotter. She needed to put this on Selena.

The woman then held up a pink maid dress. “Get dressed, Selena. I think your girlfriend deserves to see you in uniform, don’t you?”

Selena nodded eagerly, and stripped without hesitation. Ella watched, feeling herself getting wetter as Selena put on the maid dress and the thigh highs before getting down on her knees before her, smiling up at her. “I’m ready, Mistress Ella!”

Ella felt woozy at being called that. “Fuck…” She couldn’t help herself. She pulled down her jeans and panties to her ankles, and then hooked the collar around Selena’s neck. “God you look so hot like this. Mn, Selena… your mistress orders you to eat her out.”

“Yes Mistress!” Selena said, before leaning forward and pressing her tongue against Ella’s beautiful pussy.

The mysterious woman smirked, watching the two go at it. She’d done some marvelous work here, and it was nice to see her efforts finally coming to fruition. There was just one last loose end she needed to tie up… 

She took Selena’s phone from the nightstand, and opened it. Richard had called again at some point since she’d entered the house. He was persistent, wasn’t he? She had no doubt that he absolutely hated not getting any sort of information on what was going on regarding his “son”. His type wanted to be in control at all times, and couldn’t stand lacking the information required to do that. 

She called him. It took him three rings before he picked up. “JAKE!” He yelled in fury. “You are in a whole heap of trouble, you fucking asshole. How dare you—”

“Your daughter has officially dropped out of university, hates you, and wants nothing more to do with you. She’ll be blocking this number. Don’t bother trying to contact her again.” She hung up, and promptly blocked his number.

Setting the phone back where she found it, she grinned at the two lovebirds, moaning and gasping and, occasionally, giggling. She walked past them, waving her delicate fingers. “I’ll be sure to send you the login information for Selena’s fancam accounts later. For now, you two have fun~”

With that, she walked out, satisfied with her work.

~

Kevin tapped his fingers impatiently against the table as he waited for his date. The two of them had gotten along so well when he’d matched with her on the app, and he was eager to see how an in-person encounter would go. But shit, she could stand to be a little more punctual. It was already fifteen past the time they were supposed to be meeting up! Jake would never have been this late.

His expression darkened as he thought about his former best friend. He still didn’t know what had happened to change the man so thoroughly. He’d had such a promising career ahead of him, plus he was the envy of all men around him, with his great looks and status. And he’d just… thrown it all away. Dropped out of uni to, what, become a faggot? No wonder he’d been growing his hair out. 

The cafe door jingled as it opened, and Kevin’s mood lifted a bit as he watched his date enter. She somehow looked even more beautiful than she had on her account, with gorgeous wavy hair, generous curves, and eyes that reminded him of diamonds, with flecks of pink inside the irises. 

The woman sat before him, smirking. “So, Kevin. Tell me a bit about yourself.”