Chris spent the rest of week six actively questioning everything. The whole “transparency” agreement between him and his trainers helped Chris feel comfortable with his changing body because the process was made much more clear. He asked about everything he could think of and demanded explanations about how each part of his transformation would be reversed. For their part, Brad and Miss Valentine were plain and straightforward. They couldn’t give any information about Sylvie or Sapphire’s methods, but they offered Chris informed guesses.

Chris awoke each morning with a sore jaw and lips from his mouth guard. He couldn’t get a good explanation of what the item was doing because it had been given to him by Sapphire, but he guessed that it was helping to shape his face. While he didn’t know for sure, he figured the process was reversible like everything else. Every morning he reflexively combated his spiraling vertigo with pink water. Miss Valentine assured him that pink water was truly just electrolytes to keep him properly hydrated. She guessed his vertigo was a result of dehydration. She informed him that his body undergoing transformation required copious water and energy.

Chris would then slide out of bed and get to his feet slowly. His continued use of Miss Valentine’s special tennis shoes affected his shrinking feet, and he found it painful to lay them flat. It was now much more comfortable to wear the shoes, and they didn’t hurt when he wore them anymore. By Thursday, he’d started walking around on his tiptoes to avoid a burning sensation in his calves. By Saturday, Chris immediately put on the tennis shoes when he woke to avoid the pain. When he asked about it, Miss Valentine insisted the tennis shoes were helping him prepare for his imminent high heel training and the pain in his calves would subside and return to normal shortly after discontinuing their use. Strangely, by the end of the week, Chris even felt mild burning while wearing the special tennis shoes.

When he finally made it to the bathroom, Chris would brush his teeth and comb his long, silky brunette hair. It dipped below his shoulders now. He’d curl it around his ears and admire his diamond studs. Then, he’d remove his nose strip, which he posited was also helping shape his face based on the tightness in his nose and its obvious size change. Again, the strips were from Sapphire, so Chris had to speculate. He trusted Sapphire, but hearing her explanation for the nose strips and how it was reversible would go a long way. He would then work on his nails. He had to switch to red midway through the week as his supply of purple had run out.

Next, he cleansed his face and applied his daily moisturizer. Sylvie had given him the products, so Miss Valentine wasn’t sure what they did, but she guessed they helped make his skin softer and younger-looking. She commented that his appearance was “mid-twenties” and further referred to it as “honestly remarkable.” She guessed that he would return to his normal age when he discontinued the skincare regimen. As crazy as it was, Chris believed he felt the youth and energy of a young person, and his immature appearance in the mirror only helped strengthen the feeling psychologically.

Chris had begun applying some sparse makeup even before the workout. He liked how it made him feel, and he started to worry that Brad and Miss Valentine were judging him if he didn’t wear at least a little makeup. In fact, by the end of the week he felt vulnerable and ugly if he didn’t have at least mascara, lip gloss, and a bit of concealer on.

Turning to his morning business, Chris had to stop himself a couple of times early in the week because he naturally wanted to stand to urinate. But, by the end of the week, he was consistently sitting when he needed to relieve himself. He worked on angling his hips to get the best flow, but the sound of female pissing was still foreign to him—especially coming from his body! His poor penis tingled and felt numb every now and then, but he was able to manage those sensations.

Once in his bedroom, Chris would wear whatever clothing he had been given the previous day. These clothes generally consisted of shorts and blouses. The sensation of underwear designed for females sliding against his female-appearing genitalia was totally alien to Chris, but he tried to get familiar with it.

He’d spend time cleaning his bedroom before descending the stairs and cleaning the living room, kitchen, and foyer. He’d asked Miss Valentine about the air fresheners, and she explained that they worked to shorten his vocal cords and shrink his Adam’s apple. She assured him that time away from the air fresheners would quickly reverse the process, and his voice would go back to normal alongside his Adam’s apple.

Once Brad and Miss Valentine arrived, Chris would change into a new set of workout clothes, which were always yoga pants and a sports bra. He initially felt embarrassed changing in front of people with his increasingly womanly body, but it became less of a concern throughout the week. Each time he removed his clothing, Brad’s eyes were filled with lust, and Chris found that he rather enjoyed the attention. In fact, the new equipment between Chris’ legs would moisten whenever he was near Brad.

Chris also noticed how his eye level was shifting down day-by-day. He started a tiny bit taller than Brad, but by the middle of the week they were the same height. By Saturday, Chris even had to look up to meet Brad’s eye! He was relieved that there was an easy counter to the shortening shots, but the sensation of everything around him getting bigger by comparison was bizarre. Miss Valentine was tall for a woman, and Chris expected his ending height to be somewhere around hers.

His heavy breakfast and morning pills followed, and then the lazy weight training workout commenced. Chris asked why the exercises were much less vigorous compared to the beginning, and Miss Valentine told him he now needed to gain weight, not lose it.

After the workout, Brad would present Chris with his thick, white shake, which tasted bitter and salty. Chris was always ecstatic and strangely aroused when he got his shake. He guzzled down every drop while Brad watched him. When he asked about the shake, Brad told him it was designed to help him gain weight with all the fats, proteins, and lipids the body needed. After the shake, Chris would lick a dollop of extra thick peanut butter from a spoon. Miss Valentine explained that the peanut butter contained extra fats and proteins that the shake didn’t.

Chris headed upstairs and hopped into the shower, where he’d used Miss Valentine’s hair growth products to get clean. He’d apply a heavier layer of makeup and switch to his diamond hoops. He’d wear one of Miss Valentine’s outfits and return downstairs to begin watching his shows. Television was something Chris looked forward to every day, and he had to admit that programming meant for women was becoming engaging and interesting to him.

He asked about the flowery headphones, and Miss Valentine told him they assisted him in retaining information while he took his afternoon nap. Chris asked why he fell asleep every day, and Miss Valentine advised him that the protein shake contained medication to assist him with sleeping. She told him sleep was vital for his continued health. Chris’ brain enjoyed the afternoon nap, so he didn’t complain about it. He spent the week watching “Selling Sunset” and quickly became a super-fan.

His dreams on the couch were much more active than normal, and the woman in Chris' head dominated everything. Every couch dream consisted of a myriad of feminine activities that he actively enjoyed engaging in while the new show played in the background. His masculine, manly voice was relegated to little more than an echo in the distance. When he awoke in darkness and sweat, the woman’s voice remained in his head, and Chris struggled to shake errant thoughts away. He asked Miss Valentine about his dreams, and she told him she had no control over anything in his head. He’d dunk a full bottle of pink water as his vision spun in circles due to what he believed was dehydration.Once it was dark, Chris would enter the kitchen to consume his heavy dinner and nighttime pills while flirting with Brad. He denied it in his head, but it was clear to any onlooker that Chris was hopelessly attracted to him. The attraction seemed to go both ways, and Brad often complimented feminized parts of Chris' body. Brad would often flex or press his hips and bulge forward or engage with Chris using heavy sexual innuendo. The flirting intensified throughout the week until they were actively 'joking' about going out on a date and 'joking' about sucking each other off.

When the meal was complete, Brad and Miss Valentine would leave, and Chris would go upstairs to get ready for bed. He’d remove his makeup, brush his hair and teeth, apply his moisturizer, put in his mouth guard, and attach a nose strip. He’d then use the toilet, strip down, and kick his special shoes off before sliding under the covers. Each night he booted up ‘Big Cock Mansion’ and masturbated with his fingers while hypnotized by a myriad of thrusting cocks. He refrained from asking Miss Valentine about the game because he was too embarrassed to even bring up that he was playing it.

Chris woke to the sound of his alarm at 8:15 on the final day (Sunday) of Week 6. He spat out his mouth guard, flipped his long hair out of his face, and swallowed a gulp of pink water while the room spun in a dizzying circle. When his head finally returned to normal, he shifted his sore jaw and squished his puffy lips with his long nails. In the relative darkness of the bedroom, he could feel the rounded angles of his diminished jaw and the swollen thickness of his enlarged lips. The mouth guard was really putting in work!

He shifted his weight in the bed and brushed against a sticky, damp spot between his legs. Fuzzy memories of playing ‘Big Dick Mansion’ for hours vibrated through Chris’ memory. Going from limp dick, zero arousal, and nonexistent sexual release to wet pussy, constant arousal, and daily sexual release was a real trip!

He swung his feet over the side of the bed and slipped on his purple tennis shoes. The shoes felt alarmingly roomy! Hopping to his feet, Chris felt an immediate burning in his calves. He winced and took a sharp breath of air freshener as pain radiated up his leg. This problem had to be figured out; the pain was becoming too difficult to manage!

Walking across the floor, Chris noticed how his altered body proportions changed his natural gait. His hips, butt, thighs, and man boobs had all fattened in the last two weeks, but his chest had gained the most. He felt his pecs swaying back and forth while his lower body rocked from side to side.

Once in the bathroom, Chris brushed his teeth and combed out his silky brunette locks. He shook out his hair and flipped it behind his shoulders.

He pulled it into a ponytail and let it hang down his back before cleaning his face and applying his moisturizer. While letting the cream soak in, Chris hefted his...breasts. He knew there was no mistaking these fleshy things for man boobs anymore, and every glance into a mirror further confirmed that fact. They sat on his chest like perky teardrops. Sapphire’s shots had certainly done their job, as Chris’ areola were wide and extremely unmanly.

Shifting his gaze downward, Chris examined his lower body. His thighs were hairless and supple but still relatively thin, while his butt was tight and perky and his hips had a distinctly feminine swell. He turned and examined himself from behind, still taken aback by his strikingly realistic fake vagina nestled between his legs.

He gently brushed his hand against the nearly invisible seam just above his groin, trying to remind himself that he was still a man beneath the appliance. In the silence of the bathroom, Chris heard and felt a sudden *ZAP* against her buried penis, which became numb. It felt like an electric shock! Chris yelped, and her heart rate spiked while she pressed on her smooth pubic mound. What the hell was that!? She’d been dealing with weird tingles and sudden numbness all week, but this was something completely new! She snaked her long, red nails between her legs to check and make sure everything was still in working order. When her finger brushed against her disconnected labia, however, Chris quickly ripped her hand away. She could have SWORN she felt something! She mustered up some courage and slowly returned her hand to the opening just as his penis shed its numbness and he could feel it hidden beneath the prosthetic once again. He gently fingered the soft, meaty folds of his fake labia and sighed in relief. He felt nothing. He must have imagined it!

With his moisturizer fully absorbed, Chris whipped out his makeup kit and got to work. His brain was buzzing, and the female voice in his head was wrestling for control. Even though there was nobody around, he felt exposed and uneasy without wearing some basic cosmetics. He definitely didn’t want Sylvie to arrive and judge his naked appearance! He applied mascara and eyeliner to really let his big, beautiful eyes pop, then brushed on a thin layer of concealer before finishing with some lip gloss. It was basic, but he instantly felt better, and his brain awarded him with a rush of positive endorphins. He examined his face and didn’t recognize the young, pretty girl staring back.

It was almost too much to believe he could return to his normal self, but Chris trusted the people around him. He turned his head in the mirror and watched the girl follow his movements. He couldn’t wait to arrive on set and shock the world with his insane transformation! He was going to be remembered forever for this performance!

He attached his diamond hoops and checked his hands to ensure his nails were still properly painted.

His hands were thin and smooth.

To finish his bathroom routine, Chris shifted to the toilet wearing only his purple shoes and plopped down on the seat. He didn’t even have to think about standing anymore, as his default peeing stance was a girly squat. He shifted his hips to point his penis straight down and relaxed his bladder. The distinctive *FRUSH* of female urination sounded. After doing it this way for a week, Chris wasn’t registering the sound as weird anymore. When he was finished, he dabbed himself dry and flushed.

He returned to his bedroom and pulled a black thong up his legs.

The triangle of fabric at the front rested tightly against his smooth pubic mound, while the thin strip in the back wedged into his ass. He was growing more familiar with the feeling of a thong on his body as Miss Valentine only brought him thongs to wear. Next was a matching black bra.

Chris initially resisted wearing a bra, but by the end of the week he was struggling with his sensitive nipples and fattened tits. Every movement without a bra caused whatever clothing item on his torso to scrape against his nipples and cause discomfort and...unwanted arousal. It got worse and worse as they expanded. Miss Valentine and the female voice in his head agreed that a bra would help solve the problem, and the next day she had one for him.

He struggled with the hooks but eventually rested his breasts in the cups. It felt nice to have support and a soft buffer between his shirt and his nipples. Afterwards, he pulled a pair of women’s jeans up his legs and a pink t-shirt over his head. He removed his ponytail and fluttered his brunette hair behind his shoulders.

Now fully clothed, Chris began picking up his bedroom before heading downstairs to work on the foyer, living room, and kitchen. He mimicked Sylvie’s cleaning routine and tried to emulate her positive attitude. It was difficult with the burning in his calves, but Chris did what he could.

When he was satisfied, he retrieved his breakfast from the refrigerator. French toast, eggs, and bacon!

He slowly ate his big breakfast, swallowed his pills, and set his empty plate in the sink. The opening of the front door drew Chris’ attention, and he made his way to the foyer. Sylvie’s floral dress and blonde bun were there to greet him.

She had her hand on her hip and a curious smirk on her face.

Sylvie joyfully called, “Hey, Chrissy! I heard you’re fully on board with your transformation now! That’s amazing! I absolutely HATED having to trick you. That was the worst thing ever! I’m SO happy I get to be completely truthful with you from now on!”

Chris smiled and nodded. Everybody had been calling him “Chrissy” or “Ms. Evans” all week. He wasn’t used to it, but it didn’t bother him as much as it did the first few days.

He responded with his high-pitched, feminine voice, “That’s nice of you to say, Sylvie. You’re totally on board with the whole, like, transparency thing, right? And yeah, I sort of decided I wanted to, like, see where this rabbit hole goes, you know?”

Sylvie clapped her hands together and grinned, “Definitely! Ask me anything and everything, girlfriend! Everything can be undone anyway, so why not try and enjoy the ride? I’m sure you’re wondering what I have in my bag today…” She held up her brown satchel and shook it back and forth while singing, “Oooooo, what could it beeeee?”

Chris giggled and waited for her to stop playing around. She fished into the bag and pulled out… purple tennis shoes? Purple tennis shoes with a massive high heel!

She underhand tossed the heels across the foyer while yelling, “Catch!” Chris recoiled away and covered his head while squealing. The heels landed on the tile with a *thud,* and Sylvie cackled into the ceiling.

She wiped a tear from her eye and sputtered, “O-okay, Chrissy, that was officially the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Chris’ makeup-coated cheeks flushed red as he bent at the waist to collect the shoes. He was just surprised, that’s all! He could have caught the heels if he really wanted to!

Examining the heels, Chris noticed they were similar to the ones he was wearing.

Sylvie’s voice returned to normal. “Your feet are ready for them. I bet your calves are burning pretty bad by now, huh?”

Chris nodded and drew a heavy breath. Was he really about to put on high heels? Never in a million years would he have worn heels like this just a few months ago. The shoes were so tiny! Would his feet really fit in them?

She continued, “Well, these are the solutions to your problem. You won’t feel any pain in these. I have to warn you, though, once you get used to these, you’ll have to wear four-inch heels minimum moving forward.”

Chris was taken aback, and he gasped. She didn’t mean permanent, right!?

Sylvie chuckled, “I see the concern on your cute little face, Chrissy, but don’t worry! Your legs will go back to normal if you don’t wear heels for a few days. These amazing shoes will give you the ability to parade around in heels for hours and hours without any pain or fatigue. You’ll be in heels for almost the entirety of filming for ‘A Woman’s Soul,’ so it’s best to get used to them now.”

He squeezed the shoes in his hands and winced at the burning in his calves. Would he really feel this pain if he didn’t wear four-inch heels after training in these new shoes? Sylvie approached and hovered around Chris as he contemplated. He was only a few inches taller than she was now. His brain buzzed. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense: if his feet could change in this way, they could always change back. He tiptoed to the couch and sat down. He kicked off his relatively flat, purple shoes.

Chris stared down and flicked his petite, red-painted toes around. How would his feet even fit in the tiny shoes? He sighed.

Down the rabbit hole.

He pulled the shoes onto his feet and found they were too snug. It was unpleasant, but when he stood on his heeled feet, the burning ceased. Chris took a step forward and frowned. These things were REALLY tight! He took another step and fell onto the couch. He didn’t know how to walk in heels! He’d never worn shoes like this before!

Sylvie pulled out her laptop, and the television turned on. Chris’ eyes immediately glazed over, and his attention fixated on the screen. A video began to play, and a woman’s voice narrated a tutorial.

Sylvie stood before Chris in her own heels and mimicked the woman on the screen. Chris simultaneously watched the woman on the screen and Sylvie conducting training exercises. When the first video finished, another immediately began with a different woman. She had much of the same information, but with slight variations and additions. Once again, Sylvie acted out what was happening on screen. Chris learned how to shift his weight in heels, how to properly walk heel-to-toe, how to navigate stairs in heels, how to turn in heels, dance in heels, run in heels, kick in heels, jump in heels, exercise in heels, and much more.

After a series of ten long videos, Sylvie pulled Chris to his feet, and they went through all the videos again. This time, Chris was actively participating. He was watching the screen, studying Sylvie, and practicing all at the same time. He was walking, squatting, jumping, running, kicking, and sharpening all manner of high-heel-related skills. All the while, his brain buzzed, and the woman within replaced information and experiences already present with new information and experiences while growing stronger and more influential in the process.

When the final video ended, Chris collapsed onto the couch in a sweaty heap. His head was spinning, and his mind was completely overwhelmed. Sylvie shut her laptop, and Chris’ fuzzy brain started to clear. He snatched a nearby bottle of pink water and chugged it wildly. Rivulets of water dribbled down his chin. His craving for the pink water was stronger than his concern about appearing uncivilized. With his addiction—his dehydration satiated—Chris stood from the couch and caught his breath. He walked forward.

The shoes were still too small and squeezed his feet like a vise, but he felt confident walking in the tall heels. He clicked across the room like an expert with his hips swaying and his chest bouncing.

Sylvie clapped her hands excitedly and complimented him, “You’re doing so great! All it took was a few little training videos, huh?”

“Uhm, I guess so?” Chris chirped while mincing across the floor.

Sylvie headed to the kitchen and returned with a shake and a spoonful of peanut butter. Chris felt a fluttering in his chest and a rush of warmth between his legs at the sight of the shake. He clicked across the floor and collected his drink. Unlike with the pink water, Chris was able to control himself as he downed the salty substance. It tasted good, great even, but there was something missing. Chris couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but this particular shake was...boring. He gagged and grunted in frustration as his wet genitalia throbbed. His...pussy wasn’t satisfied, and his taste buds were angry with the shake!

Disappointed, he licked the peanut butter from the spoon and handed the used silverware to Sylvie. His nipples hardened in his bra, and he ground his thighs together in sexual frustration. What the hell was wrong with him?

Sylvie lifted her bag and retrieved a new item while smirking.

The flesh-colored dildo in her hands quickly engrossed Chris' attention. It was long, thick, and veiny with balls and a suction cup on the end. His throbbing prosthetic vagina sent bolts of horny energy arcing up his spine. His brain activated arousal mode, and a series of fantasies involving the dildo streamed through Chris’ mind at a rapid pace. His heart pounded, and the area between his legs became a hot, swampy mess.

Sylvie’s voice was low. “I know you need release. Go on and take the edge off with a nice shower. It’ll stick right to the wall. Nobody will know, I promise.”

She winked at Chris and held the anatomical dildo towards him. He hesitated but felt his legs quivering in anticipation. He shyly curled his hair behind his ears and averted his gaze before grabbing the dildo with his small, painted hand.

He clicked through the foyer and sprinted up the stairs, clutching his prize like a madman.

“Have fun, Chrissy!” Sylvie called.

Once alone in his bedroom, Chris slammed the door and jumped onto the bed. He kicked off his new heels and ripped his jeans to the floor. The heavy stench of female arousal emanated from his fake pussy like a horny fog. He peeled off his sopping thong and tossed it to the floor, where it landed with an audible *splat*. Next was his shirt and bra, which quickly hit the deck.

He tiptoed to the bathroom, holding the dildo, and shut the door behind him. He turned the water on and bounced from one foot to the other. His arousal was almost too much! He lifted the fake penis and suspiciously glanced over his shoulder towards the door. What would it feel like to... He opened his lips and pressed the rubber head into his mouth while closing his eyes. He moaned around the tip of the dildo as all manner of dirty fantasies filled his head. Sexy princes from ‘The Prince Ball,’ beefy hunks from ‘Hunk Dating Sim,’ and hairy daddies from ‘Big Cock Mansion’ flashed in the darkness of his eyelids. He sucked on the head for a few seconds and imagined a real, throbbing erection splitting his lips before feeling the steam rising from the shower. Elated, he hopped into the tub and slapped the suction cup against the wall. It stuck, and the dildo bounced lightly and pointed towards Chris with its rubbery testicles hanging below it. Chris stood on the balls of his feet in the rushing water and felt excitement building in his chest. He...he wanted this. Nobody would know—nobody could see him. He was alone with his toy and his thoughts.

Chris turned away from the toy and bent over. He had to stay on his tiptoes to avoid the burning in his calves, but he managed to line up his throbbing vagina with the lightly bouncing dildo. His tits dangled below him like two fleshy weights, and his damp hair swayed in his vision like a dark veil. He braced himself on the side of the tub and took a deep breath before pushing his hips back and impaling his fake pussy on the fake cock. He was wetter than the ocean in a hurricane, so the toy slid in without resistance. The dildo stretched his walls and pounded the deepest recesses of Chris’ love tunnel—not that he could feel either of those things. He proceeded to slide his hips back and forth, bouncing against the wall and enveloping the fake penis again and again. His painted toes curled into the tub, and the rhythm of his hips became sporadic while an orgasm began to build. It felt like the toy was rubbing against his own penis on the top side of the vaginal canal, but turned up to eleven. He stifled a moan and slammed his hips onto the toy, using the walls of the tub for leverage.

While the feeling of the dildo rubbing against his penis was pleasant enough, the real pleasure for Chris came from his imagination. The mental conditioning from his nightly, hours-long hypnosis sessions had really taken a toll on his sexuality. He wasn’t just a man with a prosthetic vagina curiously testing his equipment on a dildo; he was a man with a prosthetic vagina desperately addicted to cock and hopelessly attracted to men, fucking himself silly on a dildo that his lust-addled, slut brain fantasized was a real man.

That would have been enough to push him over the edge given a few more minutes of fantasy and thrusting, but something changed midway through his masturbation session. Chris felt and heard a familiar *ZAP* as her pitiful, flaccid penis was suddenly shocked. It became instantly numb. Chris pressed her hips back onto the toy and gasped as she somehow tightened her vaginal walls around the veiny dildo. She—she felt it everywhere! The veiny, girthy shaft of the toy was grinding against her most sensitive parts and sending wave after wave of intense sexual satisfaction all over her body. She wasn’t just able to feel the fake cock sliding against her own penis but—but everywhere! She was tightening a muscle she couldn’t possibly possess! Now, when the toy pounded the deepest recesses of Chris’s cunt, she felt a corresponding punch of sexual pleasure exploding between her legs!

The massively increased stimulation quickly sent Chris careening to the edge. She couldn’t possibly stifle her moan any longer, so she screamed into the ceiling with a high, girly pitch while wildly fucking herself on the toy.

Her quivering legs threatened to give out as she tightened her inner walls, imagined the dildo was a dominating daddy, and slammed her hips all the way to the balls. Another girly moan escaped her puffy lips while she crested her climax, and a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss flowed through her body like a raging river. She clutched the side of the tub and collapsed to her knees. Chris screamed and felt her pussy vibrating uncontrollably along with her legs. She pinched and tweaked her rock-hard nipples while riding a long, intense orgasm. She remained on her knees for a few dozen seconds, literally shaking from the unexpected intensity of a female orgasm.

Once she recovered, Chris shut off the water and crawled out of the tub. She used the bathroom sink to raise him to his tiptoes before leaning against it and sending a probing hand between his legs. There was no way that... He brushed against his soft, prosthetic labia and felt...nothing! He gently inserted his finger between his slippery folds only to find everything was back to normal, and he felt his finger only on the topside of his vaginal canal, where his penis was buried. There’s NO way he imagined that! Something was going on, and he needed to talk to Sapphire to get some answers!

He dripped all over the sink and floor while catching his breath and reflecting on the current situation.

The door to the bathroom flipped open, and Sylvie popped her head in. Surprised, Chris squealed and pushed away from the sink. He tumbled to the floor because his body weight was suddenly pressing into his ill-prepared heels. His butt splattered against the wet floor, though his legs landed completely open and pointed directly towards the bathroom door.

Sylvie smirked and trailed her eyes from Chris’ panting face to his wet, freshly fucked vagina to the dildo stuck to the shower wall.

She giggled, “It looks like somebody had fun! I heard you screaming like a banshee and came up to check on you.”

Chris snapped his legs shut and crossed his arms over his breasts. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Sylvie tossed a new pair of high-heeled training shoes onto the floor in front of him and motioned towards the bedroom while speaking, “Go ahead and fix your makeup and come out here; I have a surprise for you!”

Chris kept his legs shut and his breasts covered while staring at the floor and nodding. With that, Sylvie closed the door and left Chris alone. He sat motionless, mortified by his predicament. He was supposed to be a middle-aged Hollywood heartthrob—the sexiest man alive—not some simpering girl in her twenties, fucking herself with a dildo in the shower! And Sylvie saw him like that! How embarrassing!

He sat forward and collected the heels, pulling them on his feet and feeling their instantaneous tightness. They felt just like the other training shoes, but these ones were pink and white.

He used the sink to pull himself to his feet and felt relieved that he could stand without burning pain! Checking the mirror, Chris saw his mascara was running down his cheeks.

He went to work drying his body, clearing off the runny makeup, and reapplying it. He stood in his tight pink and white training heels, feeling his feet slowly succumbing and shifting to their will. Soon, his changing feet would require high heels at all times. Each second brought him closer to a reality in which he never took them off, a reality in which sports and running and flip-flops and even low heels weren’t an option. He curled his toes as his Achilles tendons shortened a tiny bit and his arches subtly rose, making his feet just a little bit more incompatible with regular shoes. Chris simply ignored the sensation and focused on his makeup. When he was done with the makeup, he combed out his hair and pulled it into a ponytail. He then attached his diamond studs.

Satisfied with his appearance, Chris took one last look in the mirror before pushing the bathroom door open. Sylvie was sitting on his bed, absentmindedly glancing around the room with her hands folded in her dress. Chris instantly cupped one hand over his smooth genitals and covered his tits with his forearm. He stood naked in his heels and makeup while Sylvie’s eyes shifted towards him.

She stood and smiled at Chris. Her voice was happy and gentle. “I took the liberty of laying out one of my extra sets of clothes for you. Unfortunately, the ones you had were a little too...wet to wear again. I think we’re about the same size…”

She pointed to the bed, and Chris stepped forward. Laid out was a lacy, pink bra and panty set.

And a pink, floral sundress.

He stared down at the extremely feminine outfit and hesitated. Wearing yoga pants and jeans was one thing, but this was too far! Sylvie wore a floral sundress, not him!

Noticing Chris’ misgivings, Sylvie fidgeted nervously and averted her gaze before stuttering, “You—you hate it. I’m so stupid! I’m sorry, Chrissy, let me get rid of these and—and—”

She turned towards the bed and scooped up the dress and panty set while cursing at herself.

Chris saw that her feelings were hurt, and it made his chest tighten. He didn’t want to make her feel bad! She was just trying to help! He continued covering himself but felt his shoulders droop. How bad could wearing a dress for a few hours really be?

When she attempted to slink out of the room, Chris’ girly voice spoke to her brightly. “It’s, um, it’s okay, Sylvie! I’m—I’m just sort of super grateful that you’d, like, give me your pretty clothes to wear.”

Sylvie stopped and scanned Chris’s face for confirmation. He offered her a grateful, warm smile, and she returned it with excitement.

She offered the underwear to Chris, and he took them. He stepped into the skimpy, lace panties and pulled them up his legs. Sylvie watched him closely as the fabric tightened against his flattened genitals and the strings on the side rode up his hips. He could see his prosthetic vagina through the sheer material and the increasingly familiar sensation of a wedgie stuck in his ass.

Next she gave him the bra and helped him secure it around his breasts. The sheer material left his tits partially visible, and his wide areola were front and center.

Finally, Sylvie lifted the dress and pulled it down over Chris’ head. He felt the soft material rubbing against his torso as he was encased in extreme femininity. Once in place, Sylvie zipped up the back of the dress and took a step back. The dress was a little tight around his shoulders, but it otherwise fit perfectly. It flared widely around his legs and covered to his knees while tightening around his taut stomach with a cute pink ribbon. The bulge of Chris’ breasts filled out the top, but there was room in the garment for exactly that. The floral sundress was clearly designed for his body type! The pink and white heels on Chris’ feet matched the dress perfectly. He couldn’t believe he was wearing such a girly piece of clothing! Chris rubbed his long, red nails down his torso and against the soft material. He followed his curves to the flare of the dress and shifted his hips to experience the sensation of the skirt swishing around him.

Sylvie clapped her hands together and pulled Chris towards her until their hips met.

She exclaimed, “We look like sisters! Do you feel beautiful?”

Chris felt his softness pressing into Sylvie’s softness. He examined Sylvie. Her shoulder-length, blond hair was tied in a ponytail; her ears had diamond studs; she wore a decent amount of makeup; she wore heels; and she wore a floral dress that fit her body perfectly. Chris contrasted it to himself. His shoulder-length, brunette hair was tied in a ponytail; his ears had diamond studs; he wore a decent amount of makeup; he wore heels; and he wore a floral dress that fit his body perfectly. He drew a heavy breath of air freshener and came to grips with reality. The voice in Chris’ brain told him that being like Sylvie was a good thing and making her smile made him happy. Down the rabbit hole... He felt a shifting in his heels as his feet succumbed a little more.

He responded kindly, “Y-yeah, I feel, um, I feel pretty. Like, thank you, Sylvie!”

She released Chris and tottered to his closet before announcing, “But here’s the REAL surprise! I did this while you were napping yesterday. I’m so glad you didn’t go into your closet. I was SO hoping I’d get to see your face when you saw it!”

Chris gulped and curiously walked across the carpet to his walk-in closet door. The last time he was in there, he discovered it had been completely ransacked. What had she done?

Sylvie opened the door and yelled, “Surprise!”

Chris poked his head inside, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. The entire wall was filled with high-heeled shoes neatly arranged on stacking shelves! Where his expensive dress shoes had once gleamed, now there was only the shine of leather and plastic heels. Rows of collectible sneakers were replaced with strappy, heeled sandals and boots. They came in all colors but appeared to be the same size as the heels he was currently wearing, which were very small. On the top shelf was an assortment of designer purses, which were also in a variety of colors. Strangely, Chris knew each and every brand of purse and shoe in the closet and could accurately ballpark their prices. There were tens of thousands of dollars worth of items in here!

Chris turned to Sylvie with his mouth agape and his eyebrows raised in shock. She did all this while he was sleeping!?

She laughed, “I know! Isn’t it amazing? If you’re going to be stuck wearing heels for a while, you may as well have some variety! Oh, and I know your wallet was stolen, so I thought you could use a few purses. It just broke my heart to see you crying last week, so I went all out!”

Chris stepped inside to fully take in the newly stocked closet. His immediate reaction was to scoff and remind Sylvie in a squeaky voice, “Purses? I’m, like, still a man, you know? I would sort of prefer a men’s wallet, if that’s okay.”

Sylvie smirked and followed Chris inside before turning him by his shoulders towards a tall mirror hanging in the corner.

She whispered in his ear, “Are you sure about that, Chrissy? You sure don’t look like a man to me.”

Chris stared at himself. His smooth, lithe arms rested against his flared, floral sundress, his silky brown ponytail crawled down his back, his soft, rounded face was covered in makeup, shiny diamond earrings pulled on his earlobes, his expanding tits filled his lace bra and tented his dress womanishly, a silky ribbon tightened around his itty-bitty waist, tall pink heels encased his feet, and he could feel his damp vagina and perky ass eating up his lace panties.

While Chris stared, his brain was engaging in yet another battle. The fight had become very one-sided, and a dominant personality was emerging from the conflict. His remaining masculinity was fighting tooth and nail but retreating and losing ground.

While Chris was distracted, Sylvie offered an item to Chris, and he took it without thinking. He looked down and evaluated the item in his hands.

It was a pink Gucci zip tote. It looked natural in his hands and matched his dress and heels. He knew it was worth over a grand! He absentmindedly secured the strap around his shoulder and let the purse dangle at his side. He...he loved purses? Chris’ mind reeled. Why did possessing the expensive, brand-name purse make him feel so good!?

He gazed in the mirror once again. He didn’t look like a man at all! In fact, nothing about him was manly in the slightest. Months of extreme treatments had clearly taken their toll.

“Well, Chrissy?” Sylvie asked, “Is that person you see in the mirror a ‘men’s wallet’ or a ‘woman’s purse’ kind of person?”

Chris’ brain tingled, and he adopted a feminine stance with one hand resting on his jutting hip and the other clutching his purse strap.

The battle was over, and he answered with a chirp, “Um, I—I def look like a purse wearer, don’t you think?”

Sylvie nodded and flashed a wolfish smile while digging into Chris’ purse. She procured a wallet and opened it beneath Chris’ gaze.

She slipped a card from the wallet while explaining, “I cashed in a few favors at the DMV to get you this temporary ID card. I’ve got people working on getting your license and credit card back, but for now you’ll have to use this. Besides, until filming is over and you turn back into your normal self, nobody will believe your real license belongs to you!”

She turned the card, and Chris immediately recognized the smiling woman on the ID as himself. His long hair framed his girly face, which was caked in makeup. He was showing cleavage in a pink blouse while a silver necklace dangled around his smooth neck. Strangely, Chris' hair in the ID picture was blonde.

California IDENTIFICATION CARD
ID E74259328
LN EVANS
FN CHRISTINA ROBIN
AGE 24
SEX F
HGT 5'8
WGT 125 lb
EYES GRN
HAIR BLN

Chrissy dove his fingers into the wallet and pulled out a credit card with ‘Christina Robin Evans’ printed on the front. Was this a joke!? Sylvie was trying to mock him, wasn’t she!? Looking at his smiling, feminine face on the card once again sent a new sensation crawling up his spine. She wasn’t joking. This fake ID represented him much better than his old license did, and he knew it. The ‘F’ corresponded to the genitals between his legs better than ‘M’ would; his height and weight matched his new body, and his eye color matched his new face. He held the card in his shaking hand and felt his chest beginning to heave. He was scared—he was anxious and scared! Seeing it printed on the official-looking card made everything so much more terrifying!

His eyes bulged, and he turned to Sylvie for answers. He was way older than 24!

Sylvie gently pulled the cards from Chrissy’s trembling hand and slid them back into the wallet. She then dropped the wallet into the purse. It hit the bottom, and Chrissy could practically feel the implication of carrying the identifying cards around with him. If anybody saw these cards, they’d think he was a 24-year-old, five-foot-eight woman named Christina! He opened his new purse and saw there were several items occupying it: the wallet, a pack of tissues, some simple makeup products, a couple of condoms, a hairbrush, and...a tampon? The other items he understood, but why a tampon? He was only pretending to be female; he wasn’t actually one!

Sylvie laid her arm on Chrissy’s shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts, and led him back to the bedroom. She cleared her throat and spoke sweetly, “I know it’s a big change, but think of it this way: it’s only for a little while, and if you REALLY want that Oscar, you have to truly commit to the role. Your character is a woman, so you need to be as convincing a woman as possible!” She met Chrissy’s gaze. He was listening to her intently, and she spoke softly, “We all know you’re still Chris Evans... You’re ‘Captain America,’ for crying out loud! No amount of simulated curves or makeup or clothing will change the man you are inside. And, when it’s all over, you’ll go right back to being manly man Chris Evans, and life will go on.”

Chrissy’s mind buzzed, and the strong voice in his head demanded he accept Sylvie’s words. He fidgeted with his purse and shifted his hips as he thought it through. Were heels and makeup and dresses really that bad? He knew he was only doing it for a few more weeks, and nobody besides his small circle of trainers would know… And, besides, the ID was just a placeholder until Sylvie could get his real license back. He was anxious for nothing! Sylvie and Miss Valentine and Brad and Sapphire were watching out for him! Chrissy knew he was still his manly, studly self on the inside! He decided to just stick it out and go with the flow.

Chrissy smiled and nodded his head while warbling in his soft soprano, “I, um, appreciate everything, Sylvie! You’re, like, a super good friend, you know?”

Sylvie grinned and pulled Chrissy into a warm hug. Chrissy was several inches taller than Sylvie, so he bent down slightly at the waist. Their breasts squished against one another, and Chrissy could see directly down Sylvie’s dress. Despite that, Chrissy didn’t bother looking. It wasn’t necessarily a missed opportunity; he just wasn’t interested at the moment. Chrissy rationalized that his recent orgasm put him into a ‘post-nut clarity’ that prevented him from being sexually interested in Sylvie. It had NOTHING to do with his recent interest in men!

Chrissy thought the moment was right to thank Sylvie. He didn’t necessarily love all the new items in his closet or want to wear them, but he knew they were expensive, and it showed just how much Sylvie cared. He whispered, “Thank you, like, so much for all the shoes and purses and junk!”

Sylvie responded gently, “You’re welcome, Chrissy! I hope you like everything!”

When they broke apart, Sylvie led Chrissy down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Chrissy carried his new purse and felt his feet shifting once again. They both clicked across the foyer and sent sound echoing off the tall ceiling. Once in the kitchen, Chris consumed a gigantic BBQ dinner plate.

Sucking on the juicy sausages sent Chrissy’s mind back to the bathroom and the dildo...which he just remembered was still stuck to the wall! Did Sylvie want it back or…? He thought about bringing it up but felt embarrassed and refrained from doing so. He could always just throw the dildo into the trash!

He somehow finished the meal and swallowed his pills with a bottle of sweet water. Sylvie wished him a good night and departed without any fanfare, leaving Chrissy alone. He procured his new ID and stared at it for a few seconds. How did she even get this picture?

He shrugged and secured the ID back into the wallet before heading upstairs. He was pretty tired! He made it to his bedroom and tossed his purse onto the empty dresser before struggling out of his sundress. Manipulating the zipper on his back was tough! He neatly folded the dress next to the purse.

Chrissy walked to the bathroom wearing a bra, panties, and heels. He cleared his makeup off, brushed his teeth, combed out his hair, and applied his nightly moisturizer. He applied his sleep mask and attached his nose strip. It immediately tightened on his nose. He shifted to the toilet and squatted down before displacing his lace panties to the side and freeing up his slit. He adjusted his hips and conducted his business.

Once finished, Chrissy stood and dabbed himself clean before covering his fake vagina with the panties once again. He craned his neck, and his eyes found the dildo, still attached to the shower. His prosthetic vagina throbbed, and he felt a surge of arousal at the sight of the toy. He quickly tugged on the toy, and it separated from the wall with a *pop*. His chest leaped with anticipation as he swayed through a cloud of air freshener and jumped into bed. He kicked off his high heels but opted to keep his panties and bra on, as he had grown more sensitive and his bedding was rather rough. He attached his mouth guard and felt an instantaneous soreness in his jaw. Chrissy snatched up his pink cell phone and booted up ‘Big Cock Mansion.’

His eyes instantly glazed over and his brain buzzed while he pulled his sopping panties to the side.

He felt and heard a familiar *ZAP* as her penis became numb. Chrissy fucked herself silly on the thick, veiny dildo for several hours, ecstatic that she could once again feel every inch of her prosthetic pussy. She came again and again, imagining all manner of hairy, horny men having their way with her. Chrissy knew she wasn’t gay, but it just felt SO good! When she was completely spent and feeling returned in his penis, Chrissy released the gleaming dildo and fell into a spiraling, dick-infested dream.

17. Week 6 Part 2

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17. Week 6 Part 2

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