Little flower (Patreon)

"Look at yourself, Carlo. You're no longer the feared mob boss. You've become Elena," Elena emphasized with a wide smile on her face, her voice seeing with triumph pointed a condemning finger at him.

Carlo, a man accustomed to instilling fear, stood frozen, his mouth agape. To his dismay, Elena seemed to be growing larger, but in reality, he was shrinking, his body contorting to match her petite stature. He felt an alien lightness, his once broad and muscular physique yielding to a more delicate and refined structure.

His gaze dropped to his hands, now small and soft. He felt the unfamiliar weight of female breasts, alien and uncomfortable, confined within a tight top with thin straps, exposing his belly. The short, tight shorts clung to his unfamiliar hips, a sensation of coolness brushing against his exposed thighs. He instinctively touched his hair, now long and flowing, a stark contrast to his usual short. "What... what's this? What's happening to me?" he gasped, started by the higher pitch and softness of his new voice.

Elena circled him, her expression one of scorn. "Gone is the man who ruled with an iron fist. You're now the helpless fragile girl. Welcome to your new life Elena."

Carlo, feeling the vulnerability of his new form, was struck by a wave of panic and disgust. He looked down at his new body, dressed in womens clothes. "Are you crazy?! Do you realize you just got yourself in trouble?! I-"

Elena's interrupted him and her gaze was cold and unyielding. "Forget about your old life! It's a distant memory. Nobody will listen to a powerless girl."

As she spoke, her form began to shift, assuming Carlo's strong, commanding presence. She stood before him in his body, radiating an aura of dominance and intimidation, while the shocked Carlos tried to believe his eyes and sensations.

"Now listen, 'Elena', you better not breathe a word of this to anyone. Remember, you're just a delicate little flower now," she taunted, using Carlo's own derogatory nickname for her. Carlo, in Elena’s body, felt a wave of despair and revulsion. The tight clothing on his new body was a constant reminder of his vulnerability and the loss of his identity. "You think you can strip me of my empire? I’ll destroy you," he hissed, anger seeing through the unfamiliar softness of his voice.

Elena’s eyes glinted with a grin. "Your empire? It's a joke now. You're just a pretty face." Elena, relishing in Carlo's power and identity, said in the ensuing silence, "Well, considering you... you probably remember well the degrading job you once forced on me? Stripping at your own seedy club to pay off my, sorry... your debts? Well, enjoy your new career, because as you said a few minutes ago, There is no way out for you, sweet face... Now every night I will be waiting for you on stage, you'll be the one on that stage, your body a spectacle under the leering eyes of the scum you once ruled. This is your kingdom now. And I will make sure that these scum love you not only for dancing." Elena answered with a malicious wink with a smile on her face with her new imperious masculine tone, looking at the frightened Carlo's face.

Her masculine hand touched the delicate skin of Carlo’s cheek, feeling Carlo twitch slightly at that moment. “I will miss this skin...” she said a little puzzled, giving hope to Carlo, “I’m waiting for you this evening, and don’t even think about skipping your first day, little flower!” She said with a grin, turning around sharply and leaving Carlo alone.