Benny just glared at the busty pink sissy on the screen as he snapped today’s mirror selfie. Silently, he cursed the world. He cursed the new legal system that replaced prison with enslavement. He cursed, the judge who had given him a life sentence, stripping him of any protection from permanent alteration. He cursed the doctors who provided the hormones, implanted the silicone, shaved his vocal chords, and even sculpted the bones in his face. He cursed his wardrobe, all frills and lace. He cursed the men who used him each night. But most of all, he cursed his owner.
Mr Edmonds was the father of Julie, one of the girls Benny had in his stable when Benny was a pimp. A customer had liked Julie so he sold her to the man who then vanished overseas. Just one more whore he trafficked, like so many others.
But Mr Edmonds had money. Enough money to buy Benny minutes after his conviction. “You took my girl from me!” He said “So I’ll take the boy out of you!” Benny had been Mr. Edmund’s sissy whore since that day. Always dressed in the girliest clothes and subjected to more and more severe feminization treatments. With sex-work now legal, Benny spent his nights serving men with his mouth and his boy-pussy. Every morning, Benny had to take a new mirror selfie. The images were posted to a feed with almost a million subscribers. Everything Benny earned was channeled back into his feminization. The more fem he became the more he made, the faster he was feminized.
Today was monthly payout day. Benny was terrified that he had earned enough for his orchiectomy, maybe even the dreaded vaginoplasty.