Ha nőnek érzed magad, segítek feminizálni, és igen, a szeretőm is meg fog baszni a lyukadban

I relish the sight of your clumsy attempts at femininity. The way your hands, large and masculine, fumble with the delicate makeup brushes and lipsticks. Each smudge of mascara, each crooked line of eyeliner, is a stark reminder of your inherent maleness. And yet, I can see the determination in your eyes, the desperation to please me, to become the woman I want you to be. How pathetic. But don't worry, my pet. I will mold you into the perfect little slut you were meant to be. Your attempts at walking in heels are no better. Each stumble, each misstep, is a testament to your inadequacy, your failure. But I won't let you give up, oh no. I watch, amused, as you try and fail, try and fail, each attempt more pitiful than the last. But each time you fall, you get back up, your resolve hardening. That's good. You're going to need that resolve, especially when it comes to your new sex life. That little thing between your legs? That's not a cock anymore. That's your clitoris.