She promised it wouldn't hurt too much.

i knew i'd be dead soon if i didn't surrender to my fantasy and allow Mistress Rayne to rule over what must be.  The Woman in my dream that was me.  The exaggeration to the maximum of femme fatale earned by the trappings and charade of maleness.

i've been called "ivory" by Mistress Rayne, for quite sometime.  It was originally because of my ivory complexion, which was quite beautiful way before my transformation began.  i've taken care of my skin since i was 17 and started at college.  Washing, exfoliation, and moisture have been with me and it's paid off in my skin.  Quite smooth and very Female way before the start of hormones.

my fantasy has been to suddenly disappear as a male and completely submit to the feminization that Mistress Rayne and i have enjoyed in our phone conversations.  As my breasts began to develop in real life and the fat started to reposition itself to a more girly shape.  W/we had some wonderfully intense sessions.

When i started having biweekly manicures and fill-ins to have perfect nails for Her, She almost purred.  And, of course, my ivory skin started to take on an even more perfect complexion.  Hormones are lovely.  If Mistress Rayne orders you to start, do so.  Resisting is only a waste of time and of finding your ultimate pleasure.

i always have the dream of waking from the long process of shaping me into what my body can achieve with extreme additions to what has already been firmly established by the delestrogen, premerin and depo-provera.  i feel the weight of my newly and grandly enlarged breasts pressing on my chest.  my arms are bound to the bed so as to not scratch myself with my new, luxurious and long nails.  i know i have them; the subliminal recording that's been played every night while i sleep, washes me with pleasures of my new body to be discovered.

"you're My slut and bimbo, My ivory."  i love to hear Her say it.  "My beautiful ivory."  my heart pounds.  Am i as beautiful and sexy as they've told me over and over?  She unties my hands and i look at them.  The long talons gleaming the deepest and richest red i've ever seem.

And, they are mine, because it pleases Mistress Rayne.  She loves my long nails.

i run my hands along my hips and ass, squirming in the bed to feel the sensation of a totally remade body.  Liposuction, tummy tuck, collagen placed in new places to completely finish what i've started.  my feet arch, ready for the highest of heels.  my legs are silkier than i've ever imagined and feel like the legs of a stripper that does lapdances.  The silkiness men pay to be able to touch for only a moment.

i blink and feel the heaviness of my eyelashes.  Like hair, they've had extensions attached and have permanent false eyelashes.  i also know, She's had them tattoo eyeliner on me and reshape my eyebrows into a high, ultra Feminine arch.  She hasn't tattooed eyeshadow on me because She knows i love painting my eyes.  This She has promised me and i love it.

my lips and cheeks are pumped up.  i haven't seen them yet, but i can feel my larger lips, ready to suck cock.  i love just thinking of Mistress Rayne watching me take someone down all the way, telling me how great it makes Her feel.  She allows me to sit up.  i'm still in a hospital gown, but, that's to be taken care of in just a minute.  i feel my hair fall upon my shoulders, cascading down my back.  i hope She left me blond.  i know i have on 3 foot length hair extensions.

i know i will love the once a month sessions to replace and add more.  i know i am only going to get sexier...