Finishing School for Shemales

"But he didn't tell me how pretty you were. Slim, girlish body...," her gloved fingers carried on down across his stomach, sending involuntary shudders through his body, "And that angelic little face, and those juicy pink lips..."

She smiled again as her hand stroked the very tip of his slowly hardening penis. David gasped in pain as she grabbed a handful of his pubic hair.

"And it's nice to see that you're a natural red head." She let him go and his body gradually stopped straining against the bonds.

Mistress K turned and nodded. Two thickset men in white orderly outfits walked forward.

Mistress K smiled once more and ran her fingers over David's face a final time. "And from now on, you shall be called Davina. David is dead. This is the first day of your new life. Be good, Davina. Or be punished."

With that she turned on her heel and walked from the room. The two orderlies reached down and roughly unbuckled the straps. David tried to fight against them, but they were strong and he was still woozy after being drugged.

They half walked, half carried him through into another chamber. Inside, a strict looking woman in a white coat waited .

She nodded and the two men lay him on a gurney, strapping him back in.

"My name is Matron. And I'm here to make sure that you're physically right for what we have in mind, Davina. Do you understand?"

David shook his head. Why were they calling him Davina? Who were these people.

"Then let me explain it for you."

She pressed a button and the lights went down, a large screen lit up on the other side of the room.

A beautiful girl, about 20, stood in a bedroom. She smiled sensuously and started stripping.

David watched and felt himself respond to the sexy image.

Matron pressed another button and David felt his strapped down legs spreading and angling upwards. She walked in front of him and then knelt down between his legs.

He had never felt so vulnerable, his cock, balls and anus on display as his legs rose up in the stirrups.