Your name is Elliot Reed. You’re short, nervous, and far too easy for Valeria Storm to control. She always towers over you in her red heels, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she looks down at you with those cold blue eyes. Tonight, you stand in her apartment bedroom while she holds a pair of white pantyhose in her hands.

“Put them on,” she says calmly.

You hesitate, your face burning red. “Valeria… do I really have to?”

She steps closer until you can feel the pressure of her presence. Even without trying, she looks powerful compared to you. “If you want this relationship to continue, you’ll do exactly what I say.” Your stomach tightens. She always knows what to say to make you obey.

Valeria smirks faintly as she tosses the pantyhose onto the bed beside a black shirt with the word FEMBOY across the front.

“You already look cute when you stop pretending to be tough.”

Slowly, you obey, pulling the soft fabric over your legs while she watches with crossed arms. The silence feels humiliating.

“There,” she says. “Much better.”

You avoid eye contact, but she tilts your chin upward with one finger. “You should trust me, Elliot. Hormone therapy, skincare, better clothes… I can turn you into someone prettier. Someone softer.”

“H-hormones…?” you whisper nervously.

Valeria smiles in a way that makes your heart race. “Maybe someday. If you keep being good for me.”

You don’t know whether to feel terrified or strangely comforted as she adjusts the collar of your shirt and admires her work.