Jasmine's First Day (Patreon)

"TURN ME BACK! YOU HAVE TO TURN ME BACK!" Jake shouted in his new hightoned girl's voice. He stared at the two women seated opposite him in the plush leather upholstered chair and tried to keep his balance on the high heels he was wearing. Tight top hugging his new soft breasts, which felt strangely sensitive. The thin black miniskirt barely covered his ass and crotch, while earrings and bracelets dangled and swung in rhythm with his movements. "I'M A MAN!" Jake yelled, realizing how strange it sounded now.

"You were a man, Mr. Withers. But according to court order you are now Ms. Withers, at least until the six month trial period is over and the judge decides what to do." The blonde in the tight blue skirt leaned back in her own chair and glanced over at her partner, a tall, slim woman in a long black skirt and loose white blouse. "Now, Ms. Withers, we've explained all of this to you several times before. Please sit down and let's talk this over calmly."

"NO!" Jake cried, standing and glaring angrily. "I'm not sitting down again until you turn me back. You have no right to do this to me!"

The woman in the white blouse spoke, her voice calm, low and soothing. "... the summons to appear at the transformation bureau was sent to you several times and you ignored it, so we had no choice but-"

"Kidnap me in the middle of the night and transform my body into a fucking bitch's!" Jake yelled, his long brunette hair falling over his face. "I'll sue you, and the court, and-"

"Ms. Withers, please calm down." The blonde stood up and took Jake by the arm. "You can't sue anyone because this is your legal punishment for violating the sexual harassment laws. And now, every week you must report to us for rehabilitation, including what you wear on the streets, or the judge may extend the trial period or even permanently change you into a woman. So you better be a good girl, or things could get a lot worse. Now, sit down, Jasmine, and I'll explain how things are going to work. Okay?"

"... Jasmine... that's not my name..." Jake whimpered, sitting down in the plush seat and feeling his ass rubbing against the thin fabric of the panties he was wearing under his pantyhose. "It's Jake... please call me Jake..."

"I can't, Jasmine, not during our sessions together." The blonde sat down again. "We're not allowed to use male names for women we're rehabilitating." she said with a smile. "So, since today is your first day, I suggest you start with the basics like clothes and cosmetics. Now you are in the image that you should maintain every day, so I suggest you dress that way as much as possible, including underwear and accessories." She leaned forward and pointed to Jake's chest. "Except for your bra, of course, it's very important to show off your new assets, especially when your nipples are hard and erect like they are now. Is there a problem with that?"

Jake looked down at his chest and realized that his nipples were erect, straining against the top. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest and said, "My nipples are hard because I'm upset, not because I'm turned on or something..." He looked away from the woman's eyes, feeling his face flush red with embarrassment and shame, knowing that what he was saying wasn't completely true.