When talking to the new girls, Ronnie would reassure them that they would get used to it. She would tell them that she had been a woman so long that she couldn’t even remember what it was like to have been a man. She would say that the sting of masculine shame would wear off. She would tell them that being kidnapped, forcibly feminized and sold to this brothel was not the worst thing that could happen to them. She would tell the girls that after enough time and enough men, they would forget that they ever had a dick.
She was lying to them all.
It had been over ten years since they had pulled Ronald off the street, and sent him to the clinic where his manhood had been removed and Ronnie was born.
There had been thousands of men since the first one penetrated her new pussy with his cock.
Yet, every day, between clients, Ronnie looks down between implanted tits past her slave tattoos at the smooth nothingness where her cock once had been and curses the life she lives. Had they never taken her, she could have married Laura and been a father by now.
She’ll never get used to this.