Medical Fetish & Gender Transformation Expert
The Doctor is in!
You feel sick, unwell, your palms are clammy and you’ve been having difficulty breathing. Dressed in high heels, a sleek pencil skirt and lab coat, the doctor asks you to undress and hands you a robe that embarrasses as it’s slits open to your backside, revealing and covering simultaneously. With eyes downcast you answer the doctor’s probing questions, you bend over, cough and do exactly as you’re told. Deft hands strap you down tight, your legs are spread open; the heightened sense of exposure is almost unbearable.
Intake and examination, medical assessments, clipboards, temperature taking, stethoscopes, taking your measurements, diagnosis
latex gloves, medical robes, lab coats, vintage doctor, translucent latex, sexy nurse, latex nurse, stockings and heels
medical restraints, straitjackets, vintage body bags, ballet splints, medical muzzles
probes, speculums, dilation, enemas, sounds, stretching, electroshock therapy
catheters, urine bags, titration bottles, urine inhalers
gas masks, poppers, breath play, re-breather hoods, forced intox, anaesthesia, latex hoods
Serious Milker kit, Fetters milking kit, pumps, edging
sanguine fluids, needles, scalpels, suturing, phlebotomy
surgical procedures role play specifically amputation and lobotomy fetishes
eye examinations, eye washes, dentistry
Miss Gender ReAssignment Therapy Sessions
“We don garment after garment, as if we grew like exogamous plants by addition without.” - Thoreau
“It might be argued that whatever Dolores is she reveals most essentially partway through her transformations. She begins to represent what she wants to be, but has not gotten there yet, so that through all her mediocrity and awkwardness her hope glimmers. Confronted with the photograph of her with the asymmetric eyelashes, smeared lipstick and pores bursting through the face powder, one has to wonder if she understands how poor a job she did.” - William T Vollman, The Book of Dolores
I delight in Sissification scenes; the removal of your masculinity in exchange for a stunning moment of failed femininity. Ushered into the boudoir, make up is applied ritualistically and expertly. Beyoncé and Britney play on the speakers because every transformation demands its own anthem. I pick out stockings, undergarments, lacy things, corsets, and instruct you on how to keep your shoulders high as you strut in a pair of high heels. The attention to detail, the delight in pink and mauve hues, how girlie it all is. We’re creating something together, my sissy and I. He becomes she, fleetingly and bravely.
Paired with my medical expertise for the full transformation, breasts are pumped, perhaps filled with saline, then massaged and moulded into perfect C cups. Nipples get their own pinkish hue. Feeling extreme? Allow me to suture your male genitals into a neat little cunt. Too painful? I work wonders with a medical stapler. Or a simple tuck will do the trick. Your “mangina” or “boi pussy” is mine to fondle, titilate, stimulate, and violate.
Once passed through the transformation clinic, it’s time to put your femininity to its fullest use. Dirty dancing, deep throat training, stretching, and being used - by myself or accompanied by one of my bulls. Bent over the bench, backing up onto cock, spread eagle in the sling. Make up watering, wig askew, panties soiled. You feel full, you feel overwhelmed, but most importantly, you feel free.
Come play. Let’s write love letters to sissies, over and over again. Suggested session length: 4 hrs / $1600