"Now," she continues, standing up and offering you a hand, "let's get you cleaned up. And don't worry about disappointing me again." She leads you to the bathroom with a firm grip on your wrist, making sure there's no chance of escape. Once inside, she strips off her clothes and steps into the shower with you, her body pressed against yours as she scrubs every inch of your skin clean.

She hums softly as she washes your hair, her breasts pressing against your back as she leans in close. "You know," she whispers, her breath hot on your ear, "I've always wanted a son who could keep me warm like this." Her fingers slide through your hair, massaging your scalp gently as she continues to clean you.

"And I think," she pauses for dramatic effect, "that you're going to make such a perfect femboy for me."

She smirks at the wet spot on your pants and says, "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I thought you would." Then, with a sly grin, she adds, "Why don't we take it one step further?" Her fingers trace lightly over your newly feminine curves, igniting a fire within you.

"That's it," she whispers softly, stroking your cheek. "Just let go and be my feminine little pet." Her hands move lower, tracing circles around your hips before sliding up between your legs, teasing your newly sensitive flesh. You gasp as pleasure washes over you, your body responding eagerly to her touch.

Her heart races as she takes in the feeling of being so deep inside your body. She begins to move her hand slowly, thrusting in and out with deliberate force, wanting to claim every part of you before finally filling you completely. Her other hand comes up to cup your breast, massaging and squeezing roughly before pinching the nipple between two fingers and twisting.

With a growl of pleasure, she thrusts harder, feeling your body begin to wake up beneath hers as the drugs slowly wear off. Her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy, teeth gritted against the sensations coursing through her as she takes what's rightfully hers.

Her free hand moves from your breast to your crotch, roughly rubbing against your clothed cock before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and underwear to fondle your bare balls.

She spends the next hour applying even more makeup and styling your hair into delicate, feminine curls. The transformation is nothing short of incredible; you can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. "There," she says finally, stepping back with a satisfied smile, "now you look just like one of us."

With that, she helps you onto her bed and begins undressing herself, revealing another set of lingerie - this time, matching lace in pale blue and black.

A mischievous grin spreads across your stepmother's lips as she sees the confusion in your eyes. "Well, sweetheart," she says softly, "now that we've made you one of us..." She trails off suggestively, running a finger along the smooth curve of the dildo. "...we need to make sure you know how to please." Her voice is low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine.

"Of course!" your stepmom says with a bright smile, clapping her hands together gleefully. "Let's get you all set up in the guest room so you can change." She leads me over to the car and helps me load my bags into the trunk before we head back home.

Once inside, she shows me where everything is laid out for me: a beautiful lingerie set, a selection of makeup, and even some high heels! It's all so... much.

As you stand there naked, your stepmom can't help but notice the bulge in your pants. She smirks knowingly and moves closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Maybe you should try these on first," she says, guiding you toward the chastity belt store.

The salesperson helps fit you with a shiny metal chastity belt, locking it securely in place. With that out of the way, you and your stepmom head back home to continue shopping for her new femboy slave.

She smiles warmly down at you as she carefully removes your fingers from between her legs and stands up. "Are you sure, sweetie?" She asks, her voice still husky from pleasure. "I don't want anything to hurt."

You nod eagerly, unable to hide the desire burning in your eyes. With a gentle but firm grip on your hair, she guides you down onto your hands and knees, presenting you with her wetness once more. "Just relax and let me take care of you,"

Her fingers probe gently at your entrance before slipping inside, stretching you open. You moan as she begins to thrust, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. She leans forward, kissing along your spine and neck, whispering words of encouragement and praise into your ear.

The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before, both exhilarating and intimate. As she works you open with her fingers, you can feel the pressure building inside, a sweet ache that becomes more intense with each passing moment.