Exactly one month ago, on a cold Saturday night in Dallas, Madame Vega and Goddess Kimberly evaluated what I had previously referred to (my entire life), as my cock.
This evaluation revealed what I already knew at heart. It was far too tiny and small to be used as a cock, or even considered a cock.
I begged them to allow me to embark on a quest that would some day let me grow into the full on sissy and cuckold I was born to be.
Later that night, after further exploration of how these things seemed to come naturally for me, I was allowed to stroke my tiny "cock" like a boy, one last time. I was allowed to stroke only on the condition I would willingly undergo sissy transformation, and that I would agree to honor many new rules in my life. I agreed and stroked to orgasm one last time. The rules I now live under that pertain to my clitty are:
1) I may NEVER refer to what used to be my cock by it's former male name again. It will only be described by me as my clitty going forward. Also, mentally, I will only think of it as the clitty it is. Violations to be harshly punished.
2) Clitties DO NOT penetrate ... anything. I am not allowed penetrative sex while I undergo my sissy transformation.
3) No stroking is ever allowed. Clitties are NEVER stroked. Only tapped, rubbed, and vibrated.
4) My clitty must stop getting hard, but continue to stay aroused and stimulated. I must engage in any and all mental and physical training necessary to stop my clitty from acting like a cock. Becoming hard is considered a very naughty and disobedient act.
That night, as I stroked like a boy, one last time, I felt the changes happening. I meant my promise to willingly transform, and I treated each stroke as one of my last.
Since that day Goddess Kimberly has closely engineered, and observed every orgasm. She has not allowed me to have sex with her in any way that involves my clitty (although she regularly uses my tongue). I am not allowed to ask for sex. The promised punishment is one month in inescapable chastity. My days of sex like a boy are floating into my past.