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My roommate started noticing things about me, little signs of weakness that I couldn't hide forever. At first it was just him asking me to grab him a drink while he was gaming, then it became making his coffee every morning. I noticed how his eyes would linger when I'd bend over to pick something up, how he'd smirk when I struggled with heavy groceries. The requests turned into demands, do his laundry, clean his side of the room, organize his closet. He'd pat my head and call me "helpful" in that tone that made my stomach flutter. Then came the real bullying, leaving messes for me to clean, "accidentally" bumping into me in tight spaces, commenting on my slender frame and soft features. The feminization started small, he'd buy me pink cleaning gloves, then pastel-colored shirts that hugged my frame. He replaced my boxers with silk panties, saying they suited me better. The first time I dropped to my knees for him, it felt like coming home. Taking his cock in my mouth became as natural as breathing, serving him became my purpose. When he finally pushed me over the bed and entered me for the first time, there were no more pretenses left. Every thrust cemented my place beneath him, every moan confirmed what we both knew from the beginning, I was always meant to be his sissy. So yeah, he basically turned me into a girl, and honestly, I've never felt more complete. The bullying didn't stop, it just changed form. Now he mocks my painted nails when I do his dishes, smacks my ass while I'm cooking for him dinner. Every demeaning comment just makes me wetter. My closet looks like a sorority girl's dream while his remains full of masculine things I'm no longer allowed to touch unless I'm folding them for him. Most mornings start with me on my knees servicing him before work, and most nights end with him bending me over whatever furniture is closest. He fucks me like I'm his personal toy, because I basically am. Sometimes he makes me wear a plug all day "to stay ready" while I clean the apartment in nothing but an apron and heels. The thought keeps circling in my mind, especially when I'm cleaning the apartment in just my panties and he walks by, casually cupping my flat chest and saying how much better I'd look with real tits. He's started sending me pictures of trans girls with perfect C-cups, telling me this could be me if I stop being scared. I find myself staring at my reflection while wearing the padded bras he bought me, imagining what it would feel like to have actual weight there, to see cleavage without stuffing. The terrifying part is how much I do want it. To just get on estrogen. When I picture myself with soft, growing breasts that jiggle when he fucks me hard, when I imagine him sucking on nipples that are actually sensitive instead of these flat useless things... it makes my cage feel tight and my pussy ache. He's right, if I'm going to be his sissy permanently, shouldn't I look the part completely?