Need for speed 11 (Patreon)

A few days later…

"Very good, my darling" the Japanese woman grinned. "You're getting better and better every day. Pretty soon, you will become the most delicate and sweet little thing in the world..."

"T-thank you, Sato-Sensei" Harry said, blushing. He just couldn't understand what the hell was wrong with him. That sinister woman had begun to exert an irresistible force on him. The poor guy just couldn’t say no to her, no matter how strange her orders were. 

"Didn't I tell you that you would get used to your corset and high heels very fast? Now you're already managing them like a pro." 

"Thank you, Sato-Sensei" Harry said, unconsciously bowing to the woman. "You're right. I'm already used to the corset and high heels. But if I may ask so, what about the make-up, nail polish, accessories... I... I'm not a girl, Sato-Sensei. Why do I need them?"

"You've been living in Japan for a year, haven't you, my darling? I'm sure by now you've already noticed that a lot of guys around here wear make-up and earrings. There's nothing wrong about that. Now what about your voice? I told you that I want you to start talking in a soft and melodiously way."

"T-that's right, Sato-Sensei, I'm sorry!" Harry said, looking down, and sounding almost like an anime character, so high-pitched his voice was. He hated talking like that, but at the same time he felt an uncontrollable urge to please his Sensei. "I'll try harder from now on."

"Good, my darling. Very good…"