"W-- Where am I?..." You mutter, opening your eyes as you blink and glance around. You find yourself in a backyard with a pool and tropical furnishings. Glancing beyond the fenced roof, you see a long, sprawling beach. You glance down and blink, seeing a medium set of perky tits sticking from your chest. "This-- this isn't right... Is it?" You murmur, wincing at the soft, feminine quality of your voice.
Upon trying to move, you hear a metallic jingle and quickly realize you're wearing a collar with a chain leash fastened to the nearby palm tree. Chew toys, a large dog house, food, and water bowls are littered around; your chain leash is long enough to allow access to all these amenities.
Your body tingles strangely, your loins throbbing in a way you can't describe. 'I'm-- I'm supposed to be a man, right? I took a vacation to Hawaii with my girlfriend-- what happened?' You feel only a minor sense of fear and unease despite your confusion. Your ears perk and twitch, rotating to take in the sounds of nature around you. It's only then you notice your long, fluffy, dark tail flicking from behind.
Your girlfriend walks out from the beach house and grins. "There you are! You're such a good girl, aren't you, Lily?" She cooes, walking over as she gently scratches behind one of your ears.
You want to scream in panic and anger, but her gentle words and touches make your heart flutter. You want nothing more than to please your master-- wait. 'Master? N-- No, she's-- my girlfriend, not...' Your vulva quivers and aches, wholly saturating with warm, viscous fluid.
"W-- What's happening? I'm n-- not... Supposed to be a girl-- I don't understand," you whimper in protest. As you gaze upon your girlfriend with a pleading look, you cannot feel appropriately negative emotions. She's your loving master who will care for and cherish you like a beloved pet. You seek her approval above all else.
"Shhhh... It's okay, Lily. You're just a little confused, but you're such a good, brave girl. Sit on your knees for me," she gently commands.
Your heart skips a beat, and you immediately obey, sitting on your knees with your ears alert and tail swaying. When your master offers an approving smile, a swelling of pride consumes you. A small voice in your head screams that this is wrong, but it's too weak to overpower your canine instincts.
"Here." Your master sits behind you and pulls you onto her lap, angling herself so your tail sticks below you and doesn't get cramped. "Spread your legs for me like a good girl."
You bite your lip and weakly nod before spreading your legs. You glance down past your tits and glance upon your new, glistening sex. Your vulva is perfectly formed, with a pink pearl just barely showing between the folds. 'No-- I shouldn't-- I... I'm a man; this can't be real...'
Without warning, your master slides her fingers between your legs and spreads your pussy apart. "Look at yourself," she insists. "You have such a perfect shape. Who needs those icky boy parts, right?"
You stare in awe, unable to string together coherent thoughts. Your vulva is so wonderfully crafted-- so moist and tucked perfectly. Best of all, your master finds your new sex beautiful and appealing.
"Let's take you for a test drive, my pet," she giggles, rubbing two fingers up and down your glistening slit before rubbing a fingertip in slow circles over your clitoris.
"A-- Awwoooo!" You howl, the tip of your tail flicking as a milky, blissful warmth envelops your crotch and radiates through your body's core. Any residual mental protesting within you ebbs away, giving into the new, blissful sensations that womanhood affords you. Your master compliments you and purrs encouragement into your ears as you arch your hips and let out another howl.
'Master just wants what's-- b-- best for me...' You tell yourself amidst the all-consuming, euphoric waves cascading through you. If you keep being a good girl, she'll surely provide more treats like this.