Oliver's heart raced as he hurried across campus, the steaming cup of coffee clutched tightly in his hand. He glanced at his watch, anxiety knotting his stomach. He was late. The barista had messed up the order, and now he was paying the price. He could already imagine the look of disdain on Jessica's face when he arrived late to the photo studio. She had told him to meet her there at noon sharp, and he was already five minutes behind.

As he approached the studio, the imposing brick building loomed ahead of him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. With a shaking hand, he pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside. The familiar smell of photography chemicals and the soft hum of equipment greeted him. He quickly navigated the labyrinthine hallways, his shoes squeaking on the polished floors, until he reached the studio door.

Jessica stood by the window, bathed in the soft, diffused light that filtered through the sheer curtains. She turned to face him as he entered, her expression a mix of impatience and irritation. Her blue eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. She was dressed in a sleek black blouse and fitted jeans, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, highlighting the sharp angles of her face.

"You're late," she said coolly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry," Oliver stammered, holding out the coffee as a peace offering. "They messed up the order, and I—"

Jessica cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I don't care about your excuses, Olivia. When I tell you to be somewhere at a specific time, I expect you to be there. No exceptions."

Oliver's shoulders slumped, and he felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. He had hoped the coffee would be enough to placate her, but it was clear she wasn't in the mood for leniency.

"Put the coffee down," she ordered, her voice steady and unyielding. "We need to have a little chat about punctuality and obedience."

Oliver placed the cup on a nearby table, his hands trembling slightly.

"Since you couldn't manage to follow a simple instruction, I think it's time you learned a lesson," Jessica continued, stepping closer. "You need to understand that there are consequences for your actions."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, silver collar. Oliver's eyes widened in shock and confusion.

"Kneel," she commanded, holding the collar out towards him.

Oliver hesitated, but slowly, he sank to his knees, his eyes locked on the collar in her hand. Fear traced through his veins, coupled with an odd arousal that faded before he could fully understand it.

Jessica stepped behind him, and he felt the cool silver against his neck as she fastened the collar in place. The sound of the lock snapping shut seemed to echo in the quiet room. She stepped back in front of him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

It was subtle, but unmistakable. Submission. Everything he'd ever dreamed about, fantasized about, lusted about, right here. It was so much more intense when it was real, all the shame, the excitement, the burning embarrassment, kindling and building––they all thundered through him.

"From now on, you will wear this as a reminder of your place," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You belong to me, and you will follow my rules. Understood?"

Oliver nodded, feeling the silver chain shift as he moved. "Yes, Jessica," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Listen carefully," she began, her tone brooking no argument. "From this moment on, you are under my control. When I give you an order, you will follow it immediately and without question. If I tell you to do something, you will continue to do it until I tell you to stop. There will be no exceptions, no excuses. Do you understand?"

Oliver nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, Jessica," he said, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Jessica's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. "Good. Let me make this clear: my commands are not open to interpretation or negotiation. If I tell you to wear a certain outfit, you will wear it every day until I say otherwise. If I tell you to behave in a certain way, you will maintain that behavior until I release you from it. This is your new reality, Olivia. You are mine to mold, to shape, to use as I see fit."

She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving him. "Disobedience will not be tolerated. If you fail to comply with my instructions, there will be consequences." Her tone implied those consequences would be severe, at best. "I expect absolute obedience and total commitment from you. In return, I will guide you, teach you, and transform you into whatever the fuck I want."

Oliver swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in. He felt a shiver run down his spine, the enormity of what he had been forced into becoming clearer with every passing second. Yet, beneath the fear and apprehension, there was a spark of something else—an eagerness, a willingness to surrender to her will.

"Stand up," Jessica commanded, her voice snapping him out of his thoughts. He rose to his feet, the collar around his neck feeling heavier now, Jessica circled him slowly, her eyes appraising him from head to toe. "What's your name?"

"Oliver."

A sharp pain rippled through him, a backhanded cuff across the back of his head.

"Wrong," Jessica said, smiling as she circled. "What is your name?"

"My name is Olivia."

"You're going to need a lot of work," she mused, more to herself. "You are a girl in every way now, not in form, but because I say so. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Jessica," Olivia said, nodding quickly.

She stopped in front of her, reaching out to adjust the collar slightly. "Your first task is simple," she said, her tone almost casual. "You will address me as 'Mistress' from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Olivia replied, the words feeling strange yet oddly satisfying as they left her lips.

"Good," Jessica said, her smile widening. "Second rule. You will not speak until spoken to. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Very good. Now, let's begin your training, and know that anything less than perfection will lead directly to punishment."

She turned and walked towards the photography setup, gesturing for her to follow.

Jessica stopped in front of the photography setup and turned to face Olivia, her gaze unwavering. "Now, we have some work to do. I want to capture your transformation, step by step. These photos will serve as a record of what I get to do to you."

She walked over to a clothing rack filled with an array of —dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie, and accessories.

"Come here," Jessica commanded, gesturing to the clothing rack. Olivia approached, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the assortment of clothes.

Jessica's eyes gleamed with a mix of authority and satisfaction as she handed Olivia a delicate underwear set. The lace and satin felt foreign and luxurious against Olivia's trembling fingers. "Put these on," Jessica commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. Olivia complied, slipping into the delicate panties that hugged her hips snugly, and fastening the matching bra around her chest. The sensation of the soft fabric against her skin was new, completely new

Next, Jessica produced a small, discreet device designed to help Olivia tuck her genitalia. "Don't even think about complaining," Jessica said, her voice calm and clinical. Olivia's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she followed Jessica's instructions, carefully positioning the device. The process was uncomfortable and awkward, but the end result was striking—a flat, feminine silhouette. Not that it was a stretch to begin with, but it was unmistakable.

Finally, Jessica handed Olivia a pair of substantial breast forms. "These will give you the chest you've always fantasized about," Jessica said, a hint of a smile on her lips. Olivia hesitated for a moment, then placed the forms inside the cups of the bra. The added volume created a convincing enough chest. Olivia looked down at herself, a mix of awe and disbelief flooding her senses.

"This isn't for you, Pet. It's for me, don't forget that." Jessica picked up a delicate, lace-trimmed dress and handed it to her. "Put this on. We'll start with something simple."

Olivia hesitated for a moment, then took the dress and stepped behind a privacy screen to change. Her hands trembled as she slipped on the soft, feminine fabric of the dress.

When she emerged from behind the screen, Jessica's eyes lit up with approval. "Very nice, Olivia. You look lovely." She motioned for Olivia to stand in front of the camera. "Now, let's begin."

"Hands together. Walking pose. Chin down, look up." The click of the camera was unending, capturing every moment, every outfit. As the photoshoot progressed, Jessica continued to select increasingly daring and revealing outfits—frilly skirts, tight corsets, even lingerie.

Each outfit, each pose, each click of the camera was a step further into her new identity. She began to embrace the sensation of the clothes against her skin, the way they accentuated her body in ways she had never experienced before.

Jessica's voice remained steady and authoritative throughout, offering instructions and adjustments. "Hold your chin up, Olivia. Smile a bit more. Arch your back. Perfect." Each command was followed without hesitation, and Olivia followed each as quickly as she could.

"You're terrible at this," Jessica quipped.

Shame burned in Olivia's cheeks. "Sorry, Mistress."

Jessica stopped, placing a finger under Olivia's chin, lifting it, forcing their eyes to meet. Jessica paused, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk as she saw the fear in Olivia's eyes. "Its so fucking precious to watch my little pet struggle. Do you want me to stop?"

Olivia swallowed. This was a test. "N-no, Mistress."

"Good girl."

Something fluttered deep inside her at that.

As the last outfit was slipped over her shoulders, Olivia stood in front of the camera. The final ensemble was a cute, sensible dress, an outfit that seemed almost modest compared to the previous ones. She struck the poses Jessica instructed, almost lost in a haze. How long had it been? 20 minutes? 2 hours?

Jessica lowered the camera and stepped closer, a playful glint in her eyes. "You know, Olivia, I didn't expect this to be so much fun. It's a shame you aren't a girl, you're kinda cute..." she admitted, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Don't forget, if you step one inch out of line, all of these photos get leaked. Just one inch."

Olivia nodded, the weight of the silver chain collar around her neck shifting. The chain was locked at the back, ensuring it couldn't be removed without Jessica's permission.

The photoshoot concluded, and Olivia hesitated, glancing at Jessica for permission to change out of the dress. Misreading the situation, she began to reach for the hem, ready to take it off.

Jessica clicked her tongue, the sound sharp and disapproving. "Olivia, did I tell you to take that off?"

Olivia froze, her hands dropping to her sides. "No, Mistress," she whispered, realizing her mistake too late.

Jessica sighed, a mixture of disappointment and amusement in her eyes. "That's right. You will wear what I tell you to wear, and only change when I say so. As punishment for your disobedience, you will donate your entire wardrobe. Today. You won't be needing it anymore."

Olivia's heart sank. "But Mistress, my clothes..."

"Don't 'but' me, Olivia," Jessica interrupted, her voice firm. "You wanted this, right? You wanted to be transformed, to be controlled. Look at you, pet. Your old life, your old clothes, they're gone. From now on, you will wear only what I provide for you. Understood?"

Tears of humiliation and resignation welled in Olivia's eyes, but she nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

Jessica reached out, adjusting the collar around Olivia's neck, the cool metal a stark contrast to her warm touch. "Now, let's get you ready to leave. You'll be wearing that dress home. I expect you to be clean and presentable at all times."

Olivia swallowed hard, her heart heavy with the weight of her new reality. She nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

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