Male S: I can finally become a woman! But why is the condition that I have to be bound and trained by my own female M!

"Simply put," Dr. Li continued in his toneless voice, "if you want the female genes to express stably and continuously, you must simultaneously and intensely activate the associated 'submissive dependency' genes. These two genes are like conjoined twins, sharing the same switch. Activating the female genes alone results in unstable energy, with ten minutes being the limit. To extend the transformation time, until... permanence, you must, after using the agent and transforming, place yourself in a state that intensely stimulates the 'submissive dependency' genes." "What state?" Zhou Wen's voice was dry, a sense of extreme foreboding washing over him. "Based on model projections and preliminary live experiments," Dr. Li's words were as precise and cold as a surgical scalpel, "the most effective external stimulus is a 'sense of being dominated,' especially 'reverse domination' from an object with whom you've previously established a dominant relationship." He paused, his gaze seeming to sweep meaningfully over Zhou Wen. "For example, your own meticulously trained female submissive, your 'femdom,' binding and disciplining you. And, depending on the duration you wish to extend, this state needs to be maintained for a sufficient period, at least ten hours." *Boom—!* Zhou Wen felt as if a bomb had detonated in his brain. The entire world fell silent for an instant, leaving only Dr. Li's cruel words echoing within his skull. *I can finally become a woman! But the condition is to be bound and disciplined by my own femdom!* This thought roared in his mind, yet it was choked in his throat, unable to utter a single word. He was a dominator, someone accustomed to controlling, guiding, and influencing in specific, hidden relationships. He reveled in that absolute mental dominance, which temporarily allowed him to forget the discomfort of his physical body. But now, this sole sanctuary was to become the... execution ground for his ultimate dream? Discipline and being disciplined, domination and being dominated—these were the absolute poles of the spectrum! For him, a man whose very core was etched with dominance, to actively seek, even depend on, being reverse-controlled by his own submissive? This wasn't just shame; it was a complete subversion and mockery of all his past actions and perceptions! "This... this is absurd!" Zhou Wen finally found his voice, trembling with disbelief. "Gene expression never heeds human social rules or psychological comfort zones, Mr. Zhou," Dr. Li's tone remained flat. "It only reacts to effective stimuli. 'Being dominated' is the most efficient key to activating that specific gene sequence. This is the only method we've found so far to stably extend the 'feminization' state." Dr. Li gently placed the syringe containing the deep blue agent on the cold metal tabletop, a soft *click* echoing. "The agent is yours. The choice is yours." ... Back in his apartment, with its stark, cold décor dominated by black, white, and gray, Zhou Wen sat on the sofa like a statue. A full hour had passed. His gaze was fixed on the small syringe on the coffee table. The deep blue liquid, under the indoor light, seemed to swirl with nebulae within, both tempting and mocking him. Ten minutes of girlish experience. Exchanged for a longer "reward" that required ten hours of being bound and disciplined by his own femdom. These two pieces of information gnawed and tangled in his mind like two frenzied venomous snakes. He thought of Lin Wan. She was the only submissive with whom he maintained a consistent relationship. A woman who, in real life, was an accomplished violinist, possessing a cool demeanor, only revealing a posture of complete dependence and submission before him at specific moments. He had spent countless hours and efforts guiding and shaping her, establishing the kind of absolute control tinged with subtle care that he craved. He understood her every subtle reaction, able to precisely touch the switches of her psyche. And now, for the possibility that lay beyond those ten minutes, he needed to shatter this relationship with his own hands. He needed to guide her, not towards deeper obedience, but towards... "reverse domination" over himself. He needed to teach her how to bind him, how to use the very methods he had once inflicted upon her, to turn them back on himself. This feeling... was utterly absurd, carrying even a nauseating sense of transgression. It was as if he were meticulously crafting a custom-made rack for himself, and then handing the executioner's whip into the other's hand. 　　He motioned for Lin Wan to stand in the center of the carpet. She did as she was told, her high heels making almost no sound as they pressed into the soft carpet. She lowered her eyelids slightly; her long, thick lashes cast a small shadow beneath her eyes, a posture of complete trust and anticipation. 　　Zhou Wen walked up behind her and began the routine he had repeated countless times, yet which now felt utterly unfamiliar. 　　First, using a short length of rope, he skillfully tied a slipknot around Lin Wan’s neck to prevent it from slipping off, then let the rope hang down across her chest, looped it under her armpits, and crossed it at her back. During this process, his fingertips inevitably brushed against the silky fabric of her dress and the warm skin beneath it. Lin Wan’s body trembled slightly, emitting a faint, habitual nasal sound. 　　This sound, which had once brought him pleasure, now felt like a rebuke. He forced himself to concentrate and began weaving the “Tortoise Shell Bind.” The rope seemed to come alive in his hands, deftly weaving across Lin Wan’s torso and tightening. The chest ropes were threaded over the top and bottom edges, perfectly lifting and compressing her breasts—not particularly full but beautifully shaped—and tracing clear lines of restraint against the fabric of her dress. The knots were precisely positioned across her back, with strands of rope crisscrossing to form a tight, aesthetically pleasing diamond pattern—much like a real tortoise shell—firmly encasing her upper body. As he tied her up, he mentally replayed each step with clarity: Here, he needed to tighten the rope just enough to create a sense of restraint without making it hard for her to breathe; there, he had to determine the exact position for the knot—the spot that would be both the most secure and the least uncomfortable for her. These techniques, which he knew by heart, had now become the instruction manual for the instruments of torture he would one day inflict upon himself. 　　“Arms,” Zhou Wen ordered in a low voice. Lin Wan obediently brought both arms behind her back. Zhou Wen used the remaining rope to begin a “behind-the-back hand bind.” He brought her wrists together behind her back, wrapping the rope around them layer by layer to secure them, her wrists were tightly bound together, her elbows forced inward, and her shoulder blades pulled backward, causing her chest to naturally thrust forward and her neck to involuntarily tilt upward slightly, forming a graceful yet fragile curve. 　　This posture greatly accentuated the curves of her body while simultaneously stripping her upper limbs of all freedom to the utmost degree. Zhou Wen looked at her chest, which she herself had thrust forward, and at her back and arms, meticulously bound by the rope. He felt not the slightest trace of admiration; only a sense of desolation bordering on the absurd filled his heart. The more skillfully and exquisitely he tied her now, the more standard—and the more inescapable—the restraints would be for him later. Next came the “thigh ropes.” He crouched down, drew the rope from the main knot at her back, threaded it between her legs, then connected it in front to the tortoise-shell-patterned ropes binding her chest and abdomen, before finally securing it once more at her back. The rope dug deeply into the softest part of her groin, bringing a strong sense of shame and a feeling of something foreign inside her. Lin Wan couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. She pressed her legs together slightly, but the restraints prevented her from closing them completely, leaving her in a slightly parted stance—one that was all the more alluring yet all the more helpless. 　　Zhou Wen’s fingers even trembled slightly as he worked the thigh ropes. He could imagine what a torment it would be if this restraint were applied to his own body—especially now that he had become a woman and his body was likely even more sensitive. “Sit down.” His voice grew deeper. 　　Lin Wan obeyed, bending her knees with some difficulty and sitting down on the carpet. Zhou Wen picked up a new length of rope and began to bind her legs. Starting from the middle of her thighs, he wrapped the rope around her in even, evenly spaced loops, working his way down to just below her knees, and then to her ankles. He folded her calves so her heels were as close to her buttocks as possible, then tightly bound her thighs and calves together with the rope. This position made it completely impossible for her to stand, and even moving became extremely difficult. 　　Finally, it was time for her ankles. He reinforced her already bound ankles with the rope, wrapping it around the straps of her high heels to ensure she couldn’t even flex her ankles. 　　Having finished all this, Zhou Wen stood up, took a step back, and surveyed his “work.” On the carpet, Lin Wan was trapped in place in an extremely restrictive position. The tortoise-shell bind highlighted the curves of her upper body; the behind-the-back bind robbed her of the use of her arms; the crotch rope inflicted a constant sense of humiliation; and her legs and ankles were firmly secured, making her resemble a butterfly specimen pinned to the floor—beautiful, delicate, yet completely immobilized. Her black stockings and high heels stood in stark contrast to the beige ropes, adding an air of vulnerable, sensual vulnerability. She was breathing slightly heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze slightly unfocused, as if she had completely immersed herself in her state of bondage. 　　She lifted her head to look at Zhou Wen; her eyes held no fear, only complete dependence and a hint of hazy pleasure born of being fully in his control. She gently shifted her bound body, and the ropes rubbed against her clothing and skin, emitting a faint rustling sound. 　　“Sir… you’ve tied me so tightly…” Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness—a reaction she only displayed when she’d been trained to a state of comfort. Those words were like a poison-tipped dagger, piercing Zhou Wen’s heart with brutal force. 　　Tight? Just how tightly had he bound her now? That was exactly how tightly he himself would be bound shortly. Every ounce of restraint and shame he was making her feel right now would soon be reflected back onto his own nerves, multiplied many times over. 　　He looked into Lin Wan’s clear, trusting eyes, and a wave of intense guilt and self-loathing washed over him. He wasn’t just using her—he was deceiving her as well. She thought this was just an ordinary game meant to deepen their connection, unaware that her beloved “Master” was personally building a stage for her—a stage where he himself would soon face public execution. And she would be thrust into the role of executioner, wielding the sharp blade he had personally honed. 　　All the bondage techniques—every rope and every knot he had just meticulously applied to her—would soon be used by her, the girl he had trained to become increasingly familiar with these practices, on his own body, which yearned to become female. The Dominant is dominated by the Submissive. He first picked up the blindfold. Lin Wan obediently closed her eyes. Zhou Wen covered her eyes with the soft leather blindfold, adjusting the elastic strap to ensure complete darkness without causing discomfort. Instantly, her vision was deprived, Lin Wan's breathing quickened slightly, and her bound body appeared even more helpless. She seemed to feel the presence of the ropes more clearly, as well as the flow of air around her. "Now, open your mouth," Zhou Wen's command was concise and clear. Lin Wan hesitated for less than half a second before obediently parting her lips slightly. Zhou Wen carefully placed the silicone gag into her mouth, securing the strap behind her head. The presence of the gag made it impossible for her to speak clearly, only allowing muffled, nasal whimpers to escape from the depths of her throat. These sounds, once an important indicator for Zhou Wen to gauge her state and reactions, now sounded like a sarcastic prelude to his future predicament. Having finished, Zhou Wen stepped back a few paces again, observing quietly. The scene on the carpet had become even more... impactful. The tightly bound girl, deprived of sight and speech, could only perceive the outside world through hearing and touch. She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to catch his footsteps and breathing. Her bound body, with its senses sealed off, became more sensitive, each subtle movement carrying a thrilling fragility. The black attire, the beige ropes, the pale skin, the unfocused face, formed a picture full of forbidden desire and submission. Beautiful. A beauty that was about to be replicated and inflicted upon himself. Zhou Wen felt his heart pounding heavily in his chest, blood rushing to his eardrums, creating a buzzing sound. He took out his phone and, with a blank expression, took several photos of Lin Wan on the carpet from different angles. This was not for mementos or to satisfy some fetish, but... for "teaching." He needed to show her clearly what she looked like when bound, how the ropes were threaded, tied, and secured. This cold record was the blueprint of the torture device he was preparing for himself. A near-viscous silence permeated the air, broken only by Lin Wan's occasional muffled, suppressed whimpers escaping from behind the gag, and the faint friction of the ropes as she struggled minutely. With her sight and speech taken away, her other senses were amplified infinitely. Zhou Wen could even feel every inch of her exposed skin keenly capturing his slightest signal—his gaze, his breath, the almost inaudible sound of his footsteps on the carpet. Zhou Wen stood before her, like a sculptor examining his work, except this work was about to become a mirror reflecting back upon himself. His gaze slid from the distinct curve of her breasts outlined by the kote, down to her vulnerable, exposed abdomen forced upwards by the hogtie, then to her trembling inner thighs cruelly separated by the crotch rope, finally settling on her toes, encased in black stockings but unable to be brought together due to the binding, curled slightly. He crouched down and opened the black storage box. At the very bottom lay a slender, sleek black electronic device. Its surface was made of skin-friendly medical-grade silicone, gleaming with a dark luster. The tip was designed in an exquisite spherical shape—a wireless remote-controlled vibrator. This was one of the relatively "gentler" items in his collection, often used to explore sensitive areas of the body rather than for pure punishment. At this moment, in his hand, it felt heavier than a thousand pounds. He picked up the vibrator and took out a small bottle of specialized lubricant. The cold glass bottle made his fingertips tremble. "Now, let's deepen the... memory," Zhou Wen's voice was low, piercing the silence, and clearly reached Lin Wan's ears. He knew she could hear him; even with her senses limited, her hearing would be highly focused on him. "Sometimes, the body's memory is deeper than the brain's." He squeezed some cool, transparent lubricant onto his fingertips, then reached towards Lin Wan's inner thighs, covered by the stockings. As his fingertips, through the thin stockings, touched that most private and softest area, Lin Wan's entire body shuddered violently, as if struck by electricity. A short, high-pitched whimper was forcibly suppressed in her throat, blocked by the gag, turning into a broken, heart-wrenching sob. Her legs instinctively tried to clamp together, but were mercilessly prevented by the secure ropes around her thighs and knees, leaving her in this wide-open, extremely shameful position, allowing his fingertips to gently circle and press around that sensitive area. The stockings were smooth and cool, and the lubricant increased the slipperiness of his fingertips. Zhou Wen could feel the tension in her muscles and the rising body temperature beneath her skin. His movements were mechanical and precise, as if executing a pre-set program, only he knew the internal storm he was experiencing. What was he doing? He was personally adding the weight of desire to this cruel charade called "teaching." He was using the way he once enjoyed and controlled her pleasure to foreshadow and pave the way for what she might do to herself later, perhaps even more excessively. Every caress, every press, was like laying a fuse for his future humiliation and pleasure. His fingertip hooked the edge of her panties—also black silk, already slightly damp—and gently pulled it aside, revealing that most core vulnerability, faintly visible through the damp, slippery fabric. The action was filled with a sense of desecration. Lin Wan's breathing instantly became rapid and chaotic, her bound body writhing uncontrollably, like a mermaid out of water, struggling in vain, only causing the ropes to dig deeper into her flesh, leaving more distinct red marks. Zhou Wen did not hesitate. He placed the well-lubricated, rounded tip of the vibrator against that hot, wet core. The mere contact made Lin Wan emit a long, near-crying moan, her body arching violently, only to be pulled back into shape by the ropes. He pressed the lowest setting button on the remote in his hand. "Bzzzzzzzz—" A low, continuous vibration sound abruptly broke into the space dominated by restraint and silence. The sound was not loud, but it possessed a penetrating power, directly acting upon Lin Wan's most sensitive nerve endings. The light from the living room flooded in. Lin Wan was still bound on the carpet, the blindfold and gag still in place. She seemed to be trying to turn her head, attempting to listen to the sounds from the bedroom. When the door opened, she keenly caught the footsteps – lighter, softer than Zhou Wen's usual ones. "Sir?" Lin Wan's voice held greater confusion, even a trace of imperceptible vigilance. Though her sight was deprived, her other senses were amplified, and she could tell the person who entered… the aura was wrong. Height? Build? Even… a faint, unfamiliar fragrance? Zhou Wen stood before Lin Wan, looking at the girl she had personally bound, who had just climaxed under her hands, and who was now to become the master of her fate. She opened her mouth, but the familiar "Wan" spoken with a commanding tone got stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered. Could her voice now… issue commands? She forced herself to calm down, speaking in a tone as steady as possible, yet still unable to hide that soft feminine voice. At the same time, she extended a slender, slightly trembling finger, gently touching Lin Wan's hands, which were bound behind her back. "Lin Wan…" She chose her full name, attempting to regain a sliver of control, though it sounded incredibly weak. "It's me." Lin Wan's body visibly stiffened. Her bound limbs tensed instantly. This voice… unfamiliar, soft, definitely not Mr. Zhou Wen's! But… the sensation of touch, and that trace of Zhou Wen's usual tone, forcefully suppressed in her voice… "Mmm… Mmm mmm!!" Lin Wan began to struggle, her voice muffled by the gag, filled with surprise and unease. She twisted her restrained body forcefully, the ropes protesting with a creak. She didn't understand! Where had Sir gone? Who was this woman who suddenly appeared? Why was she here? Why did her touch… carry such a strange familiarity? Zhou Wen knew she couldn't delay any longer. The visual impact was necessary. She crouched down – an action that made her feel her hip and thigh muscles stretch in an unfamiliar way – and reached around the back of Lin Wan's head, undoing the strap of the blindfold, and then, the strap of the gag. The moment her vision returned, Lin Wan instinctively squinted, adjusting to the light. Then, her gaze focused on the "person" crouching before her. Long black hair, a pale, pure face, eyes that held moisture, soft and helpless, a slender body wrapped in an oversized men's shirt, revealing delicate collarbones and long, fair legs… A completely unfamiliar, extremely beautiful young girl. Lin Wan's pupils contracted sharply, shock, confusion, and a hint of anger like an invaded territory intertwined in her eyes. "You… Who are you?!" Her voice was a little hoarse from the gag and the recent intense activity, but the questioning tone was clear. "Where is Sir?! What did you do to Sir?!" Zhou Wen's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. She looked at the completely unfamiliar, even hostile gaze in Lin Wan's eyes, and a sharp pain pierced the joy of her recent transformation. At her most vulnerable moment, she had lost the only person who could possibly understand her… No, she had made herself lose them. She had to explain, but how? She took a deep breath, trying to imitate Zhou Wen's usual detached calmness, though paired with her current appearance and voice, it seemed exceptionally strange and… fragile. "Lin Wan, look at me." She tried to deepen her voice, but it remained soft. "Look closely. Listen to my voice." Lin Wan stared at her intently, her eyes showing no reduction in wariness.