Don't Swap Me! Part 1

Dr. Carlton is about to be gender swapped!



Dr. Carlton, bimbo doctor extraordinaire, is about to get a taste of his own medicine! Things seem to be going well — he's got money, power, and a mysterious Japanese investor who wants to bring bimbofication to the world. But things aren't always what they seem. Now he's been captured and being trained...into the ultimate sissy! Will he be able to protect his malehood? Find out in Part 1 of DON'T SWAP ME!



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It was no use. The boot was robbing the sensations from him...milking them out of him as if he were a common animal. Carlton growled in one last hopeless effort as he finally reached the breaking point.



There was an explosion of bubblegum and pink stars behind his eyelids; a faint whiff of strawberry milk seemed to waft through the air. The familiar sensation of raw lust was intense, delicious…and more than a little peculiar.



Something…something was not quite right. As soon as the bimbofication doctor had finished, he felt his area immediately begin to…to wilt. It was shrinking…becoming soft. It was as if a great deal of air had just been let out of a balloon.



Noriko clapped approvingly at the spot that was now visible. “Oh my,” she cooed. “It looks like our new sissy has just wet herself! We have rules about that, you know. In fact, we have a great many rules that you will be expected to follow while you undergo your transformation. And just remember, we control that shock collar at your neck. If you don’t want to risk another zap, you’ll have to be a good little sissy girl and play by our rules.”



Carlton scowled. The feeling he’d just experienced had been the most intense he’d ever felt — made all the more intense by the knowledge that his masculinity had just wasted away a tiny bit. Bit by bit, little by little, they were going to wipe away every ounce of Carlton’s hard-earned manliness.



The embarrassment in his cheeks burned. He was going to make them pay for this. The only question was…how?



Noriko gave Carlton one last nudge, causing his weakened area to slide around stickily. “Now then — you have been assigned Sissy Number I-96. That’s your new name…for now. Just so we’re clear — what is your name now, sweetie?”



“I-96,” said the bimbofication scientist sullenly, not wanting to risk another jolt of electricity.



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WARNING! This 7000+ word gender swap transformation story contains graphic depictions of gender transformation, sissification, body modification and mind control, bondage, BDSM, domination and submission fantasies, and female foot worship. Not for the easily frightened, easily offended, or those with weak constitutions. FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.