Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 3

When I woke up I felt incredibly weak and when I tried to move I found out that I was restrained in some way. Realizing this I became wide-awake in an instant. I remembered that it hadn't all just been a bad dream. I really had been caught and enslaved. I tried sitting up in bed, but was help down by some kind of webbing. When I tried opening my eyes, the light seemed so bright that I had to squint to see anything. It took a while before I could see anything and the first thing I laid my eyes on was Mistress talking to the doctor. They were already looking at me and now they approached me. I was lying in a hospital type bed, my arms, legs and body strapped down but apparently I was left ungagged. As Mistress looked down on me I tried to plead for her to please not turn me into a sissy-slave: "Please Mistress."

I didn't get any further than that. The voice uttering these words was not mine.
At least it didn't sound even remotely like the voice I remembered. The voice, which had begged Mistress, was a high and very light soprano sounding as if it hadn't spoken in some time. It couldn't be my voice so I tried again: "Please." I got no further this time. There was no doubt that it was indeed my voice. I now had a fine, light and feminine voice! How long had I been unconscious? I couldn't feel any bandages on me, not even on my throat. But I could feel something on my chest, an unfamiliar weight pressing down on my chest. It couldn't be! Had they already performed all those dreadful changes on me? But how? I couldn't have unconscious for that long.

But apparently I had as Mistress sat down on the bed beside me and ordered me to speak again. This time I couldn't think of what to say. I was almost paralyzed, but Mistress cured this by slapping my face until I started begging: "Please Mistress, please stop. I'm sorry." My new feminine voice broke as I began to cry, an utterly feminine sound. Mistress was very pleased: "Excellent work doctor," she said, "Shall we see if the rest of her is just as fine?" The doctor agreed and together they released some of the straps holding me down and helped me to sit up in bed, leaving my hands still tied down.