Computer Master

Chapter 15: Craving

James woke the next morning with an unusual sensation—a craving for breakfast. The mere thought of the meal, a salad and the medicinal-tasting shake, made his stomach growl. He didn't understand why he felt this way, but he knew better than to question it. The shake had been designed to be addictive, and it was working.

After finishing his meal, he headed to the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror, he noticed how much more feminine his facial features were becoming. His jawline was softer, his cheekbones more pronounced, and his already plumped lips looked fuller. His once strong and defined muscles were now dwindling, replaced with a softer, more delicate appearance. The realization of these changes sent a shiver down his spine.

Today's outfit was a pastel pink dress with a plunging neckline and a flared skirt that barely covered his thighs. Cassie handed him a pair of white lace stockings and matching pink heels. He styled his hair into loose curls, the long blonde wig cascading down his back. For makeup, Cassie insisted on a heavy, whorish look—bright eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, and bold red lipstick.

When he was finished, Cassie inspected him with a satisfied smile. "Perfect. Now, your task for today requires absolute obedience."

His Master entered the room, his presence dominating. "Jessica, today you will perform a series of tasks to show your gratitude for the training you've received. You will thank Cassie and me repeatedly for helping you realize your true self."

James felt his stomach knot, but he knew resistance was futile. He was led to the training room, where the camera was already set up. His task was simple but degrading: he had to perform various acts of submission while continuously thanking Cassie and his Master.

As he knelt on the floor, his Master started the session. "Begin, Jessica."

James took a deep breath and started performing the tasks, each one more humiliating than the last. "Thank you, Cassie. Thank you, Master, for training me," he repeated, his voice a monotone of despair.

Halfway through the session, his Master stopped him and brought up a screen showing a social media post. "I want you to see how well your training is being received," the voice said with a sinister satisfaction.

The post was a sissy exposure post that had gone viral. It detailed James's former identity, complete with his full name, James Jones, and photos of him before his transformation. The post contrasted these with images of his new identity, Jessica, complete with a bimbo's last name, Jessica Star. The text was mocking and degrading, highlighting his transformation and linking to a website that showcased his training videos and humiliating moments.

"From James Jones to Jessica Star: Watch the pathetic journey of a man who found his true calling as a sissy. See the transformation from a once proud man to a submissive bimbo, only at JessicaStar.com! All IDs included: driving license, passport, government ID—everything exposed!"

James felt a crushing wave of humiliation and despair wash over him. His life, his former identity, everything he had once been, was now a public spectacle. He could see the comments, filled with mocking laughter and degrading remarks from people who knew him.

He broke down crying, the weight of his situation too much to bear. He sobbed uncontrollably, his body shaking with the intensity of his emotions.

His Master's voice cut through his breakdown like a knife. "Thank me for helping you realize your potential as a sissy. Thank me for exposing you to the world."

James looked up, tears streaming down his face. The demand was cruel, a final twist of the knife. He could barely speak through his sobs, but he forced the words out. "Th-thank you, Master," he stammered. "Thank you for helping me... realize my potential as a sissy. Thank you for... exposing me."