1. Making of Bambi Ch. 08


    Date: 8/1/2024, Categories: Transgender & Crossdressers, Author: byasiansissysub 

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Disclaimer: The following piece of fictional writing contains adult themes and explicit content, including sexual acts and language. It is intended for mature readers only and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 8: A new job

My morning alarm sounded loud and harsh in my small bedroom, an insistent buzzer waking me up at the crack of dawn. Ever since the 'end' of my training, I had been relocated to the maid's quarters in Mistress Charlotte's house. Mistress Charlotte's was situated in Brooklyn and was a massive 6,000 square foot spread across 3 floors, a basement, a backyard, and an open roof. My bedroom was located on the first floor, with an ensuite bathroom under the stairs. It was a small space that housed little more than a bed, a vanity, and a closet full of women's clothing. My clothing.

Ever since Mistress Charlotte had tricked me into appointing her as my legal agent and signing away all my rights to her, she had engaged Mistress Erika to feminise, condition and transform me from Daniel into Bambi, a submissive feminised sissy as punishment for cheating on my ex-girlfriend and Mistress Charlotte's best friend, Amaia. Mistress Erika had masterfully done so with a combination of psychological conditioning, subliminal messaging, hormones, surgery, diet and exercise. The way I look, sound and behave today, not even my mother would recognise me. Outwardly, I was virtually all female with my slender ...
    ... hourglass physique, with proportionate C-cup breasts and a radical procedure that created a faux pussy by surgically tucking my clitty, thus allowing me to technically remain a male but, to all outward appearances, appear female. This feminine persona was further reinforced but my tongue and belly button piercings, and several tattoos including a lower back tramp stamp, a garter tattoo on my thigh, a collarbone tattoo and an ownership tattoo above my faux pussy.

My hand snaked out from under the covers and pressed the snooze button before flinging off the covers. I sat up in bed rubbing my sleepy eyes and swung my legs over the side, jumping slightly as my feet came into contact with the cold floor. Stretching, I stood up, tugging my short, lilac babydoll down but it did no good as the thin diaphanous was too short to fully cover my pantied ass.

"Fuck," I groaned as I turned on the bathroom lights. The large, white framed mirror on the wall showed a slim Asian girl with shoulder-length, slightly disheveled hair, blond hair. Every morning I see the same reflection of feminine arches of neatly plucked eyebrows, manicured fingernails, and a set of luscious lips. "Shit, Bambi," I told myself daily. "How the fuck did this happen?"

As time went on, I referred to myself and Bambi more and more, and as Daniel less and less. It was difficult to think of myself as Daniel when I looked down at my body and I can only see a pair of tits and a completely smooth crotch. I absentmindedly ...
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