I’m sitting in the waiting room for you: my therapist. My mop of brunette hair partially covers my brown eyes as I stare at a space on the ground. I’m trying to avoid eye contact with the cute receptionist.

The first two sessions were rote. You asked me about my background and once that conversation was spent you dedicated your time in trying to uncover exactly why I was there. It wasn’t until halfway through session two that I blurted out that I might be a femboy.

I’d come across the term a few months ago. I saw feminine men wearing women’s clothing and felt a longing in my chest that I hadn’t experienced before. You pried a bit more and I eventually showed you a picture of me wearing a skirt and the same sweater I’m wearing today. My legs were smooth, my face out of the frame, but my lithe body outlined by the light passing through the fabric of my sweater.

I felt ashamed and told you so. I know there’s nothing wrong with it. I’m not homophobic or transphobic or anything. Maybe I was when I was younger but we all grow from things we’re not proud of. My embarrassment, however, was unmistakable.

I told you that I just wanted to be comfortable in my body. I told you that I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find a girlfriend if this was the only way I could be happy about myself. You told me to come back the following week and you’d have a plan.

The plan, in your eyes, was simple: turn your cute femboy patient into a cock-craving slut. The only question was how.

How are you going to corrupt this cute femboy? Are you going to keep him shy and submissive? Are you going to pump him full of hormones and make him a bimbo fucktoy? There’s always that sweet middle-ground if you can’t decide.

We can discuss how we might want to approach this. I’m open to drugs/medication, hypnosis, and all sorts of conditioning. My only concern is that I don’t want to turn my character into a mindless drone. I want him to have agency and make decisions of his own volition. Even if that agency might be a little tainted or warped.

I also want to know if you want to make him your own little pet or if you plan to share him. I do love the idea of spending therapy sessions detailing his embarrassing, little escapades.

I do want something long-term. I want gradual changes over an extended period of (in story) time.

I’ve got details of my kinks on my DPP Profile. Otherwise, I look forward to your messages!

Please don’t send me reddit chats. I don’t respond to them.