Look at them down there, my family, people who called themselves my friends, my mother, my sister, all waiting to witness my final humiliation. My “coming out” party. Where I am forced to show the world that the man I once was is gone, replaced with the girl Mother and Molly have forced me to become, and it’s all my own fault.
When Malcom got into trouble and mother started feminizing him, I gloated, cheered, and celebrated. Once Malcolm had become Molly, I was the eldest male heir, set to inherit the fortune, so I did everything I could to encourage mother! I was too good at it. Mother decided that she enjoyed feminizing her son, so, before Molly even woke from her bottom surgery, Mom had me in skirts as her next project. I should have run, I knew where it would lead! Now I have lost EVERYTHING! No inheritance, no freedom, no dick! Just these tits, these legs and the new plumbing in between them. Mother says that is all a lady like me needs. Financial security can be found in the bed of a rich man, Molly already proved that with her new rich husband.
Now it’s my turn. My old friends wait to court me. They think that if I am so afraid of poverty that I let mother do this to me, that I’ll do anything they say if they keep me in comfort. They are probably right.