I Dream of Jeannie - Part 2

I awoke with the irresistible urge to shower, shave my legs, and dress in a cute outfit. Where did these thoughts originate? Had Jeannie, through her powers, planted these ideas in my mind?

My wrists were still chained to the headboard, and a pair of ankle cuffs surrounded by now very feminine ankles. When would Mistress Sabrina awaken? How long would I wait? The answer came quickly. A beautiful goddess Jeannie Assistant named Candice appeared and stated that she would be my trainer.

Assistant Mistress Candice blinked me out of my chains and into the shower, with my wrists chained to the showerhead. Then, a black male slave entered the shower and began scrubbing every inch of my body with a soap brillo pad. It hurt like a bastard. I started screaming, but a penis gag quickly appeared in my mouth, strapped tightly to my head.

He shaved all of my body hair. I was then blinked into a cute little outfit, consisting of a short skirt, tight fitting Tommy's girl t-shirt, and three inch open-toed strappy and locking sandals. Assistant Mistress Candice had blinked 150 pounds off my body, and I was now a slim, feminine 115 lbs feminine girl. She added firm, large breasts, and a sexy figure on me that was undeniably feminine. She kept my penis, under stringent chastity lock and key to remind me that I am still under Jeannie Mistress control. According to my trainer, Mistress Candice, I am to keep my male components to keep me crazy, as I am forced to be totally feminine in everything I say, do, or think, with the male testerone-induced organs driving me crazy. Additionally, my testerone levels were increased 100%, which fueled my horny feelings.

The inner conflict between the increased testerone levels and these new feelings to feel, act, and think in a feminine manner was almost too much to handle. I learned later that Mistress knew this and intentionally orchestrated this inner-conflict to torment me. At a point later in my training, my feminine side would become the mental chastity belt that would replace the physical one presently confining my manhood; that is, the feminine side would become such a strong force that it would now allow the masculine side of me to initiate and perform nasty masturbation. This will later become known as: a chastity paradox.

With the blink of an eye, my entire home was converted into a very, very feminine bachelorette's home. It now had a wide variety of colors, flowers, and distinctively feminine features. Mistress Jeannie has taken over my entire life, and I have no idea how to ever escape from this unbelievable world in which I am now being made to live.

To be continued???

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