"What I'm going to do here, dear girl," she began with a slow smile drawing out the 'girl' and rolling it around her mouth like savoring something incredibly delicious, "is to eradicate any masculinity you have. Totally obliterate it, tear the least trace of it out of you and leave you a hollow shell waiting to be filled, with the ultra feminine, fluttery, giggling sexpot of a bimbo I intend to make of you." She grinned at the thought. "When I am through with you, it won't matter if the Venus Enzyme works or not, you'll never be capable of being a man again in your life. You're even going to forget how to act like one. If you ever knew. Get up now, and look at me while I'm talking.
"I'm going to change you, make you over in every detail," she informed me. "The way you walk, talk, sit, stand, gesture, move, sleep, respond to people. How you dress, what you like and don't like. Even how you think, dear.
"As much as you'll be allowed to think, anyway," she lightly finished with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You'll learn that thinking beyond what your designated duties demand is a bad thing, and hard to do. You vocabulary will become extremely feminine, and possibly simplified from the two hundred thousand words you many now know. I think one like a little girl's might be cute, a little moron limited to a few thousand words to go with the body and face you're going to have soon, but that remains to be seen.
"Are you following all this, you brainless whore?" she sharply questioned.
"Yes Mistress," I quietly responded. "Sweet Candi Cane is a stupid girl, and a whore. And will be a beautiful sexy girl in everything she does and thinks."