Injected and feminized (Patreon)

Rick slouched in his living room, staring dismally at his newly manicured nails - nails that, two weeks ago, had been short, rough, and stained with engine grease. Now, they were long, painted a soft lavender, and reflected the overhead light. He let out a long, weary sigh, feeling the weight of his newly acquired breasts rise and fall with the motion. His rough hands were now softer, delicate, with slender fingers. The short and slender reflection in the glass coffee table displayed a face he was still getting used to.

In the span of a fortnight, he had experienced the life of a woman, a sentence he'd received for his life of discriminatory behavior. He didn’t think being forced into the body of a woman would do anything, but he had started to change his perspective. on everything. As he rested in the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings of his home, he realized that he had been ignorant. Two weeks after being transformed into a woman with the help of feminizing injections, he had come a long way. The catcalls on the street, the unsolicited advice on how to smile more, and the skepticism at work all made him realize that being a woman wasn’t easy. Rick was beginning to understand the daily struggles women faced, struggles he had earlier mocked as a die-hard Andrew Tate fan.

He brushed a loose strand of his dark hair behind his ear. For someone who had prided himself on his masculinity, being in a woman's body was an eye-opener. And as he gazed at his reflection, he felt an unexpected emotion: a growing respect for the women he once belittled.

Rick recalled the stern face of the therapist, Dr. Shaw, the day the court's unique verdict was handed down. He remembered how awful the transformation really was. Sure, the process was quick, but the memories of the transition were etched into his mind weeks after it occurred. 

Within days, Rick’s sharp jawline softened, and his rough beard disappeared, replaced by smooth, unblemished skin. His once broad shoulders narrowed, his muscular biceps shrank, and his hips seemingly widened. His thighs became thicker, his bum became rounder, and his cock steadily transformed into a deep, wet canal that he thought would be the only fun thing about being a woman. He felt emotions more deeply too, a mix of hormonal changes and newfound empathy whenever he’d play with his new pussy. 

As days turned into weeks, the punishment became a hard lesson - one he knew that he desperately needed. Upon experiencing his first period and growing breasts, his waist curved further, making his once boxy frame now undeniably hourglass while he struggled with cramps and his menstrual cycle.

On the day he completed his transformation, he experienced firsthand the stares, the whispers, and the unsolicited comments. He even saw people who were nearly duplicates of his past life – assholes who saw him as a piece of meat. Rick had been worried that his mind would become horny and slutty, but that never happened. He could control himself. He could choose who he wanted to speak to. He could do what he wanted – he had free will. Of course, there were struggles he hadn't anticipated: the unease of walking alone at night, the dismissive attitudes at work meetings, and the constant need to be on guard since he was weaker than his male body.

The punishment ended up being such an eye-opener that Rick decided not to take injections to become a man again. While periods and cramps were a pain, he loved his life as a woman. He loved the vulnerability and the sensations he felt. The court-ordered punishment was really a gift, and he didn’t regret losing his masculinity in order to understand the very sex he used to discriminate against.