John Becomes Jessica 2

Slut training. That’s what that bitch called it. My name is Jessi… John, I mean. I’ve been at this facility for a couple of months, though there’s no way to know for sure. I DO know it’s been an eternity since I’ve seen anybody, other than Cassandra and her friends. And it’s been long enough for my boobs to get to a nice B cup. Life is terrible. I wake up early each morning, and am forced to eat morsels of food loaded up with female hormones. Then I go to a sterile, cold room, where I start my “training”. God, I hate that Cassandra.
Training consists of walking for hours on a treadmill in high heels and other sexy clothes, and a butt plug up my ass. When I first started, I would get whipped if I walked too slowly, or if I didn’t sway my hips, or any other thing that took away from my sexual appeal. I’ve gotten really good now though, and I don’t get whipped as often, though sometimes I mess up on purpose. I’m not sure why… it’s just every once in a while my body does things on its own, or my brain stops working like it normally does.
This physical training is really hard and tiring, but I do feel much sexier. My ass is much tighter, and looks really hawt… er… hot, and my belly is flatter and better looking.
After that, I have different sexual tasks to do. Sometimes I have to pleasure Mistress orally, which I love. I mean hate… I hate it. See what I mean about my brain acting weird? Sometimes I have to practice sucking on cocks, either dildos or real ones. Like the physical training, if I refuse or do something wrong, I’m punished.
I then eat dinner, the same as breakfast, and I’m locked in my room, which is exactly like a 12 year old prissy princess’ would be, until morning. Sometimes, as I’m lying in bed, I sometimes think I can hear voices whispering, but I can’t make them out.
And that’s why I love my life. I mean hate it!