It's all about choices. If you met a woman, so beautiful you'd do anything for her, you could lose yourself easily, especially if she wasn't to be trusted. But if she gave you a choice for every decision to be made between you, that means you have full control over your own life. Right?

The first choice was made already. He'd decided to meet her. It was simple really. She was gorgeous, and dressed exactly to his liking. She was dominant but not in a sadomasochistic way. He knew he would serve her, but they would both be able to enjoy it. And she'd pay him for it. A year to start, after that he would have a choice for another year or more even.

He had given notice on his job. He hated it anyway. He had the few possessions he owned in storage and given up on his apartment. He wouldn't need it for at least a year. When he pulled up at the mansion he knew she had to have money. The house was huge with a few acres around it, surrounded by an old fashioned fence clearly to keep uninvited guests out. But he had an invitation. And when he rung the bell at the gate, it opened slowly, so he could drive in.

When he reached the house and rang the doorbell it was opened by a maid. He gasped, she was beautiful and sexy in a typical latex maid's uniform. Mr. Chang? She asked. He nodded, his Asian heritage could not be denied. She didn't ask him in, instead she said, follow me. And she led him to an unattached building, maybe like the gardener's living quarters.

In that building he met Mistress Dominique. He was relieved to see that she looked exactly like the pictures he'd seen of her online. Hello Joe, she said, I'm so happy you've decided to join us. You won't regret it. She continued, explaining that no man was allowed in the mansion, unless he denounced his manhood. Joe nodded, they'd discussed this already online. But, she said, with everything you do you will have a choice. Once you make the choice you will have to live with it. If I give you a chance to pick more than one of the possible choices, I will decide which one of them will be the one. Is that clear?

He nodded, while saying, yes Mistress. Good, she smiled, you understand who's in charge. Someone has to be, but that doesn't mean you won't like it. I treat my people fair and I pay a decent salary, for the privilege to be your Mistress. Once you submit to me, I expect obedience. Don't worry, I won't ask you to kill anyone, nor will your own life ever be in danger. But for the year to come Joe Chang will no longer exist. You will accept the name I give you, dress in the clothes I provide and eat what I feed you, without question.

Joe nodded again, not sure if she was done. She continued, you will sign a power of attorney, which will give me a chance to make any bodily modifications to you that I deem necessary. Or sometimes just for fun. If after one year you decide no longer to continue your employment here, it will be very unlikely that you could live as Joe Chang again. As I have explained in our chats, I will feminize you, at no cost to you. Some things you may like, some things you won't, but again I will give you choices.

Having said all that, your first choice starts here. She handed him a chastity device and told him to undress and put in on himself, as it would be his way of denouncing his own manhood. He hesitated for all but a second but when he dropped his pants it was clear his manhood was not ready to be denounced. Mistress smiled at that, then just said, Eve. And the maid, who had patiently been waiting dropped to her knees and took Joe's member in her mouth. She was clearly experienced and Joe came in less than a minute. She didn't miss a drop and drained him from everything he had, while his dick was shrinking to minimal proportions.

Then Joe made the next choice in his new life. He moved the ring behind his balls while a tiny cage went around his dick. He pushed the ring together until it clicked and at that moment it could no longer be removed. Very well, Mistress Dominique said, don't worry, I'm planning plenty of orgasms for you, they just won't involve that. And she pointed at the tiny cage. Just from that thought, Joe felt his member swell up, but the sudden pain it gave shrunk it back right away. Mistress saw him wince for a second and laughed. You'll get used to it soon enough. Just so you know, you will sign the employment contract and power of attorney soon. But as I explained before, you have a chance after one week to undo the contract. If you decide to do so, I may or may not let you out of this device. It's up to how I feel at that moment.

Joe nodded, saying, yes Mistress, I am aware of that. Thanks for being so kind.

Very well, Mistress said, Eve, please take her through the motions. From now on you will be named either Sheila or Deirdre. Your choice, darling. She looked at Joe, waiting for his choice. Joe was pleased, Sheila was one of his favorite names. And after stating that Eve took him to a different room. It was a small office where paperwork was waiting. The first was a legal name change application. Eve entered his new name, leaving the last name the same. His gender was now listed as female. When he signed and dated he was now officially a she. The paper was immediately faxed.

Next was a simple employment contract. Sheila was pleasantly surprised to see how much she would make in the coming year, without having any cost of living. She signed it in her new name.

The last official paper was the power of attorney. It would allow them to make changes to her body, but she knew she had choices, so she signed that as well. All her signatures were recorded by a video device.

Next were basically choices that had to be made. What pets did she like or really what pet would she like to be. Pick three, Eve said, and she picked a cat, a pony and funny enough a mermaid, at which she chuckled. Another set of choices was about servants and she picked cleaning maid, gardening maid and again mermaid, with another smile on her face. According to Eve that were enough choices for the first year.

The next room was a bathroom with bathtub and a shower cabin. The choices were waxing or a dip in the bathtub that had some chemicals to get rid of all her hair. Having tried waxing once, Sheila picked the tub. The water was pleasant but the chemicals strong. All she had was small round goggles for her eyes, while Eve gently dipped her head under water a few times. Her skin was burning by now and a quick glance showed that any hair was gone. As were her nails on fingers and toes.

A quick shower washed off all chemicals and Eve patted her dry. In the next room was a bed like you see in a doctor's office and Sheila had to lie down. She had a choice of very realistic breastforms and she picked a medium size, solid but not giant. A few minutes later they were attached to her and she was happy she hadn't gone any bigger.

She had a choice for a waist cincher and add-ons for her hips and butt. When they were glued on her she had an hourglass figure. There were multiple choices in make-up but all would last at least six months. Finally looking in the mirror Sheila realized Joe was really gone and what was left was the biracial curvy Sheila. But this had been her fantasy and thus far it didn't disappoint. Until they checked her teeth, that was.

She knew her teeth weren't in the best possible shape but the decision was made that everything had to be pulled. No choice there, other than the choice of with or without anesthesia. And that really was not a choice. The last thought Sheila had before they put her under was, oh boy, not quite what I expected.

When she woke up she was groggy and her mouth was painful. Testing with her tongue she felt gums only, no teeth. It would take a bit before they could put implants in, they had said. She was still fully naked but two outfits were hanging ready for her. It was her choice again, which one, to be a cat woman in leather or in latex. So she was to be a pet first, that would be fun.

With the vision of Michelle Pfeiffer in her mind, she picked leather. The suit was extremely tight but the leather was comfortably adapting to her curves. Something inside the suit was pushing into her rear and when she twitched a bit a cat tail on her back moved by itself. The attached hood slid easily over her bald head and she felt her cat ears now standing up. The boots had impossibly high heels, there was no way for her to walk in them. But there were straps with a buckle on her thighs and lying on her back they connected to straps at the bottom of her legs if she bent her knee. It clicked easily together but they wouldn't come loose again. She'd be walking on her knees with her stiletto feet pointing up. The last piece were glove-like paws and once she put those on her hands the outfit was complete.

Suddenly there was a voice in her ears. Come my pet, it's dinner time. She tried to answer, yes Mistress, but only a confused moan came out. Her mouth would simply not open. She tried to stick her tongue out and that worked, but it was thin and much longer than it had been. As a matter of fact she could trace the tip of her tongue all over her face, tasting the leather covering it.

Suddenly she remembered the words in her ear and she walked on her knees and new paws. Not very comfortable but not impossible either. There was no way to open the door however with the paws she had now. But the solution was really simple. A cat door big enough to crawl through let her out of the room. At the end of the hallway was a mirror and what she saw looked like a sexy leather cat with a tail moving by itself. The lips on her face looked weird, it was almost like a... a pussy. Trying her tongue again and flicking it in and out just enhanced that idea.

Going down the stairs was tricky but she managed. And finally she found the kitchen. Her Mistress was there, saying, ah Sheila, my lovely pet. I'm so glad you picked leather, it matches me. And indeed, she was wearing a full length leather dress, something Sheila had been ogling when she had first found her Mistress online. She rubbed her body against the skirt of the dress and it was like electricity shot through her skin. Her body reacted and likewise her tail as it curled around Mistress's legs as well.

Mistress petted her on the head between her ears and it felt extremely satisfying and she let out a purr. Now, Mistress said, there's a choice for your food. Each meal you will pick one and finish it completely, so we know you get all your nutrients in. This will be you life for the next three months, unless you choose to leave us after the first week. Not a chance, Sheila thought, but then she saw the feeding tubes.

There were a dozen or so, all long, thick, erect dicks, mounted against the wall, exactly at the height of her mouth. Her pussy mouth. She hesitated, but Mistress said, go on, pick one and suck it empty.

Sheila knew she had to obey. One dick seemed slightly smaller than the rest and she put her lips on the tip and then pushed. It barely fit, but slowly it slid inside her mouth. Then nothing happened.

Mistress smiled and said, you have to suck it you know, like you mean it. How else do you think Eve got so experienced when she gave you a blow job?

So Sheila took a careful sip and when nothing happened she sucked harder. Massage it, use your gums, Mistress said. She tried to but it hurt the gums that were still healing. She tried to use the pressure of her lips, moving it in and out and was soon bobbing up and down on it. She found that she could curl her thin long tongue around it and that soothed her gums when she started biting.

Suddenly the dick started vibrating and then it squirted goo into her mouth. It was a mixture of sweet and salt and the texture of yoghurt, maybe a bit more slimy. But there was a lot of it and the pressure built up rapidly as her lips were too tight around the dick. Swallowing was the only option and Sheila kept doing that until it finally stopped. The hungry feeling was gone and the aftertaste wasn't too bad. She pulled away and the dick literally popped out.

Clean it, darling, Mistress ordered. So her tongue came out and around it and took every bit of goo in. So my pet, Mistress continued, that's how it's done. You will know when it's meal time, you get fifteen minutes to empty one and only one dick. You make sure it's clean when you finish. Anything spills on the floor, you clean it with your tongue. There are different tastes, so try them all. I'm curious to see which ones you prefer.

You're free to move in and around the house but when I call you, you come as quickly as possible. Sleep when you can, act like a cat. This is your life for the next three months. I want you to give up on any human thoughts, a cat is what you are and what you ever will be. Until I tell you differently.

Sheila was a bit worried now. Give up on human thoughts? Would she be losing herself? But she'd given up on Joe already and on her manhood. It would be like a vacation. No responsibilities, no worries, no bills, no decisions to make and no choices. Other than maybe what dick to feed on. Suddenly it didn't sound so bad.

She decided to give it a try. If nothing else, in a couple of days she could cancel the contract and walk away. So she started roaming through the mansion. Right next to the kitchen was some sort of a mudroom. And in it was what seemed like a cardboard cage with a cat door in it. And suddenly she realized she had to pee. She pushed herself inside into the cage and noticed the litter covering the bottom.

She dropped one more worry. She hovered over the dirt and let her bladder go. It trickled from her suit somewhere between her legs. The litter sucked it all up and when she was done she pushed some more of the dirt to cover it and she chuckled about the fact that was exactly what a cat would do.

When she got out some of the litter stuck to her skin but it was uncomfortable and her paw was not flexible enough to wipe her skin clean. She could get close with her nose but not enough to rub it off. And just like that she made another cat move. Her tongue came out and the tip simply knocked the dirt off her leather skin. Not only did it work but the touch of her tongue on the leather gave her a jolt. Her tail twisted and caused a very pleasant feeling in her rear.

She licked herself some more and the taste of her leather skin was exquisite and stronger than anything else that might have been left there from peeing. Her tail was uncontrollable from each touch but it caused a feeling that could not be ignored. In just over a minute her body started to spasm and she experienced her first female orgasm.

It was exhilarating and addictive. She came again and when she found that her tongue was long enough to reach her rear under the tail she tasted her own sweat or juices that had leaked from there. And when the tip brushed around her rear hole she came once more and caught the dripping juices. When all her skin was clean the sensitivity finally reduced and she could continue her exploring of the mansion again.

She didn't wonder why her legs being bent so tight were not bothering her, or why her whole body was so lean that she could clean herself just with her tongue. She was a cat and that's what cats do. And thus, when she found a working fireplace in one of the rooms, with a pillow large enough for her to fit on, she settled down for a nap and was gone in twenty seconds.