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You imagined a female who would look perfect in the dress modeled after a crimson rose, displayed in the museum created by renovating the old mansion you visited. She had red hair, big boobs, an hourglass figure, overflowing confidence, and was bold. That female, who seemed like she could have stepped out of an anime or game, was still only a figment of your imagination. Yet, the dress's sensual allure exposed your hidden desires, tempting your fantasy into reality. Every time you saw the dress, your heart raced. You scanned the empty exhibition room as if sneaking into a girls' locker room, then touched the red dress, your face blush crimson. The excuse that if you missed today, you might never see the dress again steadily melted away the reason binding your mind. You instantly knew the smoothness of the dress red fabric surpassed any material used in clothes you'd ever worn. Then, smooth white gloves slid over your fingers and up your arms. Any rational doubt that this strange phenomenon might be some kind of trick had long since deserted you, but your instincts sensed danger that there might be no turning back and your body shuddered. Yet, with each dress enveloping your muscular body, your unease was overwritten by anticipation of the naughty liberation about to unfold.
With every pulsing beat of your hot body, your sculpted muscles melt away as if dissolving. Each time your shrinking hands touch your soft skin, the sweaty sensation transfers, while your limbs grow thinner and your entire body shrinks. And loss of masculinity gained through gym training vanishes in an instant, a feeling that only heightens your horny. Then, something like a red curtain falls over your vision from your head, its delicate, thin texture touching your neck and cheeks. Moreover your long red hair appears beside your face, and when soft lips let out a sigh, a tent forms in the red fabric covering your groin. Your voice echoing through the exhibition room grow louder and increasingly naughty. In response, your waist narrow inward, your ass rounding and spilling outward. The dress fits tightly over your new hourglass figure, accentuating your feminine curves. With a surge of exhilaration, confidence, and the awakening of a new self, you eagerly anticipate the two remaining transformations.
Your nipples erect without even being touched, the hot sensation overflowing from deep within your chest. Gradually, your chest begin to swell, forming two distinct mounds. As the cleavage forms, your boobs swell and swell, filling the gaping opening dress's neckline . Precum seeps from the tip of the tent pitched groin and your manhood beneath your dress pulses as if ready to ejaculate. Yet as the pace of those pulses quickens, your manhood shrinks, and tent on the your groin become flat. As your manhood shrinks, your boobs swell even more, spilling out from the dress gap. Sweat dripping into your cleavage created wet on dress. Then, as your manhood was sucked deep into your crotch, your first female orgasm spread throughout your body. You gasped loudly, soaking the dress with your naughty liquid.
"Welcome home, young mistress. I have prepared accessory befitting you."
Emerging from the back of the exhibition room, the maid gently touched your blush cheek before adorning you with horn-like earrings and fine accessory. In the mirror she had prepared, you saw yourself wearing a smile tinged with slight embarrassed and boundless satisfaction. Taking a deep breath, you resolved to carry yourself as a free female worthy of this dress.
"I am no longer a male. I am a free female worthy of this dress. Prepare servants to fill my leisure."
"Of course, anticipating your request, I have made preparations."
She brought three men, their hands bound, before you. The moment they met your gaze, they cowered, begging to be released.
"The museum is closed. From now on, this is my mansion. You will be made to drain every drop of your sexual fluids at my whim, and in the end, you will become female. This mansion has no need for men. Endure it as best you can. But men are so simple, aren't they? I understand well."
You leaned forward, shaking your H-cup boobs spilling out from your dress. Then, with your slender fingers, you pulled the fabric at your breast, flaunting the long cleavage from base to tip. The men manhoods before you instantly erect, their precum dripping immediately from the sweet scent wafting off your sweaty body. Within minutes, the room floor is filled with their sexual fluids. An hour later, three women gaze up at you with ecstatic expressions. And one month later, the mansion's maid had swelled to fifty.
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