Crissy’s Transformation Is Now Complete
Crissy’s mommy had a son, a disobedient, disrespectful 12 year-old son who shamed his mother with his bad behavior.
Finally, Mommy decided that enough was enough. She would have a daughter instead. And she would name her Crissy.
It started with mandatory trips to the beauty salon personally supervised by Crissy’s mother.
First, Mommy ordered all of her son’s body hair to be removed, leaving only a small, triangular pussy patch. Crissy had a fit but Mommy was firm and resolute.
Then mother had Crissy’s long hair straightened, bleached, and styled like a proper girl.
Despite Crissy’s protests, her eyebrows were plucked and shaped provocatively, and she was given a full manicure and pedicure.
Finally, under his mother’s watchful eye, Crissy had to endure numerous ear piercings, a belly piercing, and a tongue piercing.
Crissy cried and cried but Mommy was immovable, insisting that this was for Crissy’s own good.
“After all, how else will you be able to attract a man, girl”?
When Crissy heard this, she cried even more and begged her mother to stop.
But Mommy was just getting started.
The next day Mommy took Crissy to a physician friend of hers who put Crissy on estrogen therapy and testosterone blockers.
Twice a day, Crissy had to endure heavy, intensive hormone injections to stimulate her transformation.
To add to Crissy’s humiliation, she was forced by her mother to administer these shots herself, quickly learning to reach around and give herself a shot in the behind.
With the concentrated, potent regimen prescribed by the doctor, the results followed quickly.
Soon Crissy’s hips began to widen, her waist began to narrow, her butt became full and round, and her breasts began to swell.
Crissy’s nipples also began to change, to darken, protrude, and become more sensitive.
Even more noticeable were the changes in Crissy’s skin which quickly became silky soft, creamy, and jiggly, with a delicious layer of fat just beneath the surface.
Of course, Crissy was quick to notice these many changes in her body and issue loud and vociferous protestations to her mother.
But Mommy was a pillar of strength and determination and Crissy’s objections fell on deaf ears.
“Someday you will want to marry, Crissy, and this is what men want.”
Over time, the intensive female hormones flooding Crissy’s body began to work their effect on her mind as well.
Crissy became more emotional. Her feelings began to dominate her thoughts. And her thoughts became more jumbled and confused.
Some days, Crissy would break into crying fits and outbursts for no apparent reason. She found herself easily offended and hurt by the slightest criticism, sobbing uncontrollably without cause.
Worse yet, Crissy found that her determination and will to resist her mother began to weaken.
She hated herself for it, but she was powerless to reverse it.
When Mommy began to teach her new daughter how to dress and how to apply makeup, Crissy felt that she was more interested than she thought she should be.
Yes, her mother was right, the heavy black eyeliner, thick mascara, and eye shadow really did make her more beautiful.
And the tight, skimpy outfits Mommy suggested really did draw more attention to her figure.
Crissy kept wondering…
“What is wrong with me?”
“Why do I care so much about looking pretty”?
“Do my lips look full enough?”
“Will that cute boy who lives next door ever notice me?”
“Oh, my gosh, what am I thinking?”
Here is Crissy today, almost 18 months after her first trip to the salon.
Crissy is now 15 years old, going on 16.
Her hormone treatments and her pink chastity device have given Crissy a cute, little, tiny clitty that leaks creamy juices every time she thinks of a boy.
She lives every day with an ache deep in her loins, longing to be released, longing to be filled.
This morning, as she applies her makeup and gets dressed, she is daydreaming about her date later with her new boyfriend, James.
“Will he kiss me hard on the lips and bury his tongue in my mouth like he did last time?”
“Will I get to suck his big, thick, gorgeous cock again? Oh, I can’t wait”
“Will this be the day that he finally mounts me and fills me with his seed?”
“Can I get him to fall in love with me and propose?”
