Want to be kidnapped by a stranger. They've been watching me for a little while, and choose the perfect time to grab me, drug me, tie me up and cart me away.

I wake up tied to a chair, gagged, struggling to get free. I can't see the room I'm in because I'm wearing a VR visor displaying a dizzying spiral. The longer I stare at it the deeper it burns into my brain. Then a droning noise starts up, pulsing, pulling me in until I'm slumped and drooling. Voices are overlayed on top of the noise, I have to strain to make them out.

"good girls are dumb"

"good girls love cock"

"good girls show off"

"good girls think with their pussies"

"you are a good girl"

"you love being a good girl"

I struggle harder. I'm a man! But my cunt is getting wetter. I've stopped struggling by the time I'm disturbed from my brainwashing. The headset comes off and I'm moved to the bed, tied face down with my legs folded under me, pushing my ass up. A blunt object lines itself up with my pussy and thrusts in, making me rock forward and whimper. My hips are grabbed and I'm roughly fucked until my kidnapper cums right against my cervix.

They plug up my pussy and attach a vibe to my aching clit, then move me back to the chair to sit through more hypnosis. The feeling of the vibe is so good, but just too little to cum.

"good girls don't think"

"good girls drool"

"good girls obey"

Made me better

I let him inside my head and he put everything back the way it was supposed to be

And now I’m not a feminist anymore.

Now I’m a good girl

He fixed me

I work properly now

Like how I’m supposed to

He didn’t change me

He didn’t make me different

He just helped me find what was always there, took away things that were in the way

He fixed me

It felt weird at first, strange, wrong sometimes

But he explained it so nicely and simply for me, and I saw he was right

He knows best

He fixed me

I listened and it made sense and now it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels right

Because it is right

It’s natural

It’s how I always was, I was just confused

Head full of things I didn’t need and don’t want anymore

He put me back the way I was supposed to be

He made my cunt work how it was meant to work

Now I’m wet and ready all the time, like a good girl

I’m a good girl now

He fixed me

I was a feminist, or thought I was

But it was just a phase

I got better

He'd have to walk around topless when he's alone, even the rub of his binder and tops would edge him all day.

Walking in early to find his fat rippling udders greeting you. His embarrassment making his nipples perk up and his boxers dampening even as he tries to cover himself and go to his room.

Stopping him from leaving as lean towards him, his sextrained mind racing as he tries to resist his instincts. All it takes is a single touch, a lean in for a kiss and all that self improvement gone.

Once again, he's just a pleasure junking cum whore that begs to be bred and sneaks into your bed to taste your morning wood. He stops wearing any tops around you, letting you use every part of him whenever you want.

Soon after that, you convince him to start wearing more slutty clothes, "you said the fabric on your skin is maddening, so why not wear clothes that cover less." " No, I don't think people will stop seeing you as a man because you stopped wearing your binder."

Using him in when with your mutual friends.

You tell him you'll stop helping relieve his frustrations if he doesn't wear more feminine makeup some days. Him fighting back at first. But you bought him half of his toys, and all of the ones he's obsessed with. It took 3 days before you come home to find him dolled up like some bimbo, kneeling at the door and begging for your cock.

You breed him until he passes out, tie him up against the bed. He wakes to find you inside his "boycunt", playing with his clitty, cumming almost immediately.

I feel myself getting more and more dumb and losing braincells when I do this and conditioning myself to love transphobia and crave it, to find it erotic.