You have kept me here for a year now. I haven't seen my family. I haven't seen my friends. I am unable to study. All I have is this flat and the fenced garden.
Don't you understand what this prison does to me?
I know that I am changing - that you are feeding me hormones. It is probably in the food you give me. But I have no choice. I have to eat, don't I?
I am growing breasts. I can't see the difference from day to day, but I know that my chest was not like this when you brought me here.
They are so soft to the touch, and when I do touch them I can feel my nipples stiffen in a way they never did before. What really scares me is how good it feels. I love taking a warm bath, touching my budding breasts and stroking my dick.
Lately I have started fantasizing about how it would be to be a girl. I touch my hair, which is much longer now than it was when you brought me here, and I imagine what it would be like to have a pussy with soft, moist, lips.
You are going to remove my dick, aren't you?
I shaved my legs yesterday with the razor you gave me. Then I applied that lotion. I like the perfume and I like the smooth feeling of the skin of my legs. My skin is changing too. It is getting softer.
I am getting used to wearing a dress now. I love the way the cotton flows around my legs. And thanks for the panties. I wonder, could you possibly get me a bra, as well?
Last night I dreamt about you. I woke up with sadness in my heart. I dreamt you loved me, and that you wanted to embrace me.
But I know that you don't love me. You may think you do, but no one does things like this to the people they love.
Still, maybe we can pretend. That's all that's left for me now, isn't there?
Picture of Cindy from Sextronix Planet of Shemales.