I was surprised to be called into your office. You were the CEO, and I was just a lowly mail room boy. I was nervous, my palms sweating, wondering what I had done so wrong it had caught the eye of the most powerful man in the company.

I was escorted in to your spacious office by your secretary, a lovely older woman. I sat down in a chair across from you as you typed away, barely acknowledging my presence. “You’ve worked here for what, 2 years?” You asked me, not looking at me.

“Yes...yes Sir” I stuttered nervously.

“And in that time, have you ever read the employee guidelines on proper use of office equipment?” I stared at him, stunned, unsure what he was getting at. “I ask because you’re internet browsing history is quite special, namely your blog.”

My jaw practically hit the floor. My blog. My dress of being a sissy. My photos of myself and my dream body. My skin went pale as the blood drained from my face.

He turned to face me. “Unfortunately this is contrary to company policy and as I was altered by IT you’ll have to be let go.” Tears began well in my eyes. He stood up and walked toward me. He was older than me (still on my early 20s and soon to be unemployed), tall and portly. He sat on the edge of his desk, staring down at me.

“Did you know that my current secretary wasn’t my choice for the job? In fact she was my predecessors pick.” I looked at him, confused. “She’ll be retiring in a few months though, and I’ll be given the chance to hire my own secretary.” He looked down at me. “I also have a considerable spending account with the company. Do you see what I’m getting at?” Still confused I shake my head.

He sighed, either embarrassed for me at my lack of intelligence or annoyed at me pretending not to understand him. “If you really want to become the woman you were meant to me, I can make it happen.” I looked at him, wiping my tears. “On several months you’ll come back here, to work directly for me. You’ll have undergone a feminizing procedure at the finest institutions and have everything you’ve ever wanted, but...” the silence was almost deafening as I waited for him to finish, “you’ll be mine, to do with whatever, whenever I choose. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head. Was I really agreeing to this?

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I'm looking to chat about a scenario in which your secretary is retiring and you've decided to kill two birds with one stone: Get a new secretary and your very own celeb lookalike slut. Although you don't want any regular girl for the position, you've had your fair share of women and now you want something more: You want submission and beauty. You want a man to voluntarily renounce to his manhood upon the realisation that he'll never be a man of your caliber, and would be much more fitting for him to be your woman.

I'll love for you to send a list of celebs you'll like for me to play here, but if you don't have any we can do one ourselves!

My main kinks (besides feminization or m2f transformation, of course) are domination (more gentle dom), size difference, big cock, cock workship, rough or/and passionate sex, loud/messy/intense love making, being manhandled, cheating, dirty talk, high heels, make up, lingerie, comparisons between lesser/better men, being a bit of a queen and tiny bit of corruption or mind breaking

My limits would be non-con, scat, violence, rape, pain, hardcore humilliation, bimbo, unrealistic sizes.

I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18