Chapter Eight: The Proposal

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Halfway through his first year at university, Mitch found himself settling into a rhythm. The demands of his studies and his role as a submissive were becoming more manageable, and he had even formed a tentative friendship with a few classmates. Alexandra's demeanour had softened somewhat, her strictness tempered by moments of kindness and understanding. But despite the relative calm, Mitch couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface.

One evening, as Mitch sat studying in the living room, Lanya approached him with a serious expression. "Mitch, we need to talk," she said, her voice gentle yet firm.

Mitch looked up, sensing the gravity of her words. "What is it, Mistress?"

Lanya took a seat beside him, her eyes searching his face. "I've been thinking a lot about our relationship lately," she began, her voice soft yet determined. "And I've come to a decision."

Mitch's heart raced as he waited for her to continue. "What decision?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lanya took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I want us to be together as more than just Dominant and submissive," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "I want us to be partners, equals. I want us to be wife and wife."

Mitch's breath caught in his throat at her words. The idea of being Lanya's wife was both thrilling and terrifying, a prospect he had never dared to imagine. "But... how?" he stammered, his mind reeling.

Lanya reached out and took his hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "I want you to fully embrace your true self, Mitch," she said, her voice filled with love. "I want you to become the woman you were always meant to be."

Mitch's heart pounded in his chest as he processed her words. The thought of fully changing genders was daunting, but the idea of being Lanya's wife filled him with a sense of longing he couldn't ignore. "What... what would that entail?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Lanya smiled, a mixture of affection and determination in her gaze. "It would mean undergoing hormone therapy and cosmetic procedures to feminise your appearance," she explained. "But I want you to keep your penis as a reminder of your submission to me. It will be a symbol of our bond, a constant reminder of your place as my sub."

Mitch's mind raced with a flurry of emotions—fear, excitement, uncertainty. The prospect of fully embracing his true self was both exhilarating and terrifying, but he knew deep down that he wanted nothing more than to be with Lanya, as her wife, her partner, her equal.

"I... I need some time to think," Mitch said, his voice barely a whisper. "But I love you, Lanya. And I want to be with you, no matter what."

Lanya squeezed his hand, her eyes shining with love and understanding. "Take all the time you need, my sweet sissy," she murmured. "I'll be here, waiting for you."

As Mitch returned to his studies, his mind buzzed with the weight of Lanya's proposal. The journey ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and obstacles, but he knew that with Lanya by his side, he could face anything.

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