((  Former male. Submissive herm.
((  Reds: Breaking server rules,
((  toilet, drama, meta-gaming
((  and breaking server rules.
((

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Standing before you is a slender, elegantly feminine figure, likely clad in tight rubber or revealing straps. She is rather tall and well-toned with a lithe body, wide hips, oversize breasts, and most of all a set of strikingly attractive and well-trained legs. No matter what else she might be wearing, those legs would invariably end in a set of tall, noisy heelless hoof-shoes. From their smooth appearance free of any buckles or straps, it appears they were designed in such a manner as to prevent their wearer from ever removing them. Not only do these shoes force the girl to stand straight and tall, backside thrust out and chest arched for all to admire, but they also look very uncomfortable.

However, all one has to do is look at this girl to see that whoever changed her did not prioritize her comfort. She has obviously undergone major modifications, not least among them a sweeping hourglass figure and a tightly over-enhanced set of pornstar tits on her chest. Indeed given their ponderous, bouncy weight it was a wonder the girl was able to stand straight at all. That tiny midsection in particular made her look weak and fragile; narrowed enough to make a lifetime corset-wearer jealous, a large man could almost clasp his hands around that tiny waist. As if to mock her further, that miniscule middle flared out toward a stunning set of lush, wide hips! Cladding it all, those tight fetish costumes made certain that every step she took set those curves bouncing and swaying, whether she wanted them to or not.

With a strikingly pretty, feminine face and vivid shock of red hair, the girl would certainly be engaging to speak to were it not for her bashful and timid manner. This shyness hardly seems in keeping with the unusual attire she wears, but it is clear that she has undergone more at the hands of her unknown benefactors than a mere enhancement of her figure. To its owner's great shame, lurked an endowment of she-dick where a clitoris would normally be. Though it was of modest size it was always noticeable, and whether bared for all to see or clad in one of its skin-tight coverings, it was intensely sensitive and prone to arousal from the slightest of provocations. Not only this, she bore an explanation of sorts for her shame, in the form of a little steel choker as unremovable as her boots. Emblazoned on its front were the elegantly scripted words, "Male to Dickgirl."

But there was more still. Between those lovely legs, and just as impossible to hide, lay the most dramatic of this girl's alterations. Just behind that heavy length, and in place of any externally visible testes, instead dwelt a plump and tight-slitted feminine mound. Thanks to the upward-curl of her rear and stance enforced by her hoof shoes, and by the gap created by her majestic hips, the luscious vulva too, found itself on permanent display. Damp and throbbing with warmth, its edges had even been plumped up with a tiny bit of collagen just as the girl's nipples and lips had clearly been. The treatment left her sensitive and distracted, to say nothing of providing the outfits she wore with a dramatic and noticeable camel-toe.

Was this all her dubious benefactors had given the poor girl? Far from it. She appears to have undergone conditioning, and knows that she will respond to certain code-words without any ability to resist. Something blocks her from actually remembering those words, leaving her perpetually nervous that any person might inadvertently guess one of them! Even though she also hates her costumes and painful hoof-shoes, she also carries a vague but powerful fear that something terrible would happen to her if she ever refused to wear them. Finally, and worst of all, the unremovable steel choker she wore bore a cruel enchantment. Anyone touching it would somehow become aware of its power, and would know how to activate the minor curse that it contains. Once triggered, this curse totally prevents the poor girl from reaching orgasm. It goes without saying that the poor girl dreads this curse and she can only be grateful that it at least wears off after one day so long as no one activates it again.

Her collar has other properties too. It is capable of delivering a painful jolt upon certain actions, ruthlessly conditioning the girl against undesirable actions.

Punishable actions include:

-Donning modest clothing
-Failing to refer to herself in the feminine gender
-Speaking her former (male) name
-Saying that she does not love her skimpy costumes
-Claiming to know any profession other than 'pony girl'
-Failing to swallow semen
-Any attempt to remove her hoof shoes

The collar might trigger for other actions too, but she has no way of knowing what those actions might be until they happen.

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Such is the outward aspect of this cursed and unlucky girl. Though ashamed of what she's been turned into, she still can't deny her new body's urgings and sometimes finds herself toying with that plump pussy for hours, or perhaps wrapping her very own perfect, dicksucking lips around that immense she-cock... pleasuring her new body while silently pleading with herself to stop. Every night it seems to her that she sinks into some new low of debauchery or sin... and she doesn't even remember who did this to her!