The vagina broke my will.
Added 2025-01-22 13:00:06 +0000 UTCI usually try to distract myself when I get dressed. There is so much of this body that feels wrong. Today, for some reason, as I pulled up my panties, I looked.
A simple garment, made of silk, with no opening in front and a cloth patch in the crotch. A patch that would nestle up right against the slit opening that shouldn’t be there.
I looked past my new tits at my flat crotch and the lips of my pussy. The thing that broke me.
I tried to fight people who took me. Every day, as they injected me with their drugs and tried to dress me in pretty clothes, I resisted. As my tits grew, hips widened and muscles melted away, I still fought.
But, when I woke up from the vaginoplasty, I saw that there was no way back. The man I had been died in that operating room. I became a woman that day, and let them make me into this.
I hate what I have become, but there is no where else to go. My first John of the day will be here soon.
