It would have been after that documentary. The one with a feature on online dominance-submission relationships on Fetlife. Because before that moment in time life had been so vanilla.

Marcus had been queer and had had a boyfriend or two... or three since turning 18. Well, hell, he'd been to the bathhouses since turning 20. He'd even gone as far as to create a profile on Daddyhunt. But he'd never cammed or explored he darkness of online chatrooms.

On a whim he opened his web browser and googled Fetlife. He created his account, PortlandBby and started exploring his secret obsession: chastity.

Ever since seeing that pathetic sub on the documentary he'd been fascinated with the idea of chastity play. He'd even ordered a silicone chastity belt from China on amazon, but hated the feeling of it and so had abandoned it in the back of his closet.

On Fetlife, he searched for Chastity groups, but was disappointed to discover largely femdom, heterosexual arrangements. And so he went deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. He learned about castration fetishes, penectomies, and slaves who adopted numbers on a slave registry in lieu of names.

But what piqued his interest most... were the gurls. The chastity wearing dickgirls who occupied this hairless existence between trans woman and feminized boi. Upon inspection of their profiles he wasn't sure if they aroused him because they looked so fuckable or because he secretly wanted to be one of them. One of the gurls.

He began fantasizing in the shower daily. About what kinds of things one would have to do to become one of the girls. The shaving. The chastity belt. The psychological breakdown. He began finding himself hard at the thought of sexual reassignment surgeries and medical descriptions of what estrogen and anti-androgens could do to the male body.

Frustrated by the lack of men seeking men on fetlife. He wandered into a gay chatroom on Chatavenue. There he found a sea of filth. Of older pervy men seeking to catch of glimpse of his young body on cam. And he started to find that more and more that's what he loved. He loved the fat, pervy, older men staring at his smooth skin on camera, watching him stroke for their pleasure.

And that's how he met Dave.

Dave was a mistake, initially. He'd met a pervy mind online and started chatting with him, Dave that is. And then Marcus went on cam and was disgusted to find old sagging flesh staring him in the face. But the British accent kept him going. The horny British sub reveled in humiliation. But Dave reveled even more in the discovery that he'd found not a younger dom, but a sissy boi in Marcus.

They were playing when Dave noted Marcus's hairless cock and balls. And in that moment of surprise Marcus broke character. In failing to dominate Dave, the British sub became a dom and seized power over Marcus.

He interrogated the boy and sussed out that not only was the shaved youth a sub at heart... but was a dick girl in the making.

Soon their online interactions began to change in tone, the older man taking charge over the boy's slow transformation from a young man to a girl. Dave ordered depilatory creams from amazon. He ordered the use of a steel chastity device. And slowly began ordering the sissy boi to wear lace women's underwear.

Marcus resisted at first and often found himself avoiding Skype. But eventually the desire for Dave's attention got the best of him. It wasn't until he was deep in the throes of subspace, in chastity, completely shaved, that Dave made it clear what Marcus was.

"You're a sissy faggot, Marcus. Tell me you're a sissy faggot."

Through tears, the boy replied, "I'm a sissy faggot, master."

"Good boy. Or should I say good girl."

And Marcus just nodded. Acknowledging what was soon to become a truth underlying their relationship. Dave was a real man. And Marcus... a sissy... a dickgirl in the making.

Dave's relationship slowly became more and more perverse. He began ordering Marcus to cam publically on chastity. Posting videos on fet life, on chaturbate, and on cam4. Marcus grew to resent, but also thrive on the attention.

Feeling his smooth supple skin on camera, he thrived in the attention of 'real men' as they admired or mocked his shrinking pathetic clitty. He joined a discord group for sissies and grew to thrive among his fellow girls and their desire for feminization.

He began to tuck when he wasn't in chastity, using duct tape to pull his little clit back between his legs, leaving a delicate slit where his dick had been. Dave loved the effect.

"You're a proper little lady aren't you, dickless boy. How's the clitty today?"

These little humiliations grew to be a welcomed moment of psychological reinforcement that Marcus was being increasingly emasculated and losing his sense that he ever was or ever could be a man, or even a gay man. But was becoming something oh so sensuous: a sissy dickgirl.

Marcus became obsessed. He would read stories and look for pictures of traps for hours. He would watch sissy hypno, despite knowing that such silly videos had no effect. Because it took a man to make a woman out of a boy. A man like Dave.

But then he met Roger.

Roger like Dave was old. But he was growing to love the older men online. Roger saw him on chaturbate and began messaging Marcus privately. Marcus said to the pre-op dickgirl, "You could be the perfect sissy."

Blushing Marcus asked, "What do you mean, Daddy?"

"I live in Thailand. And black market hormones are cheap here. If you came to live with me I could transform you into a beautiful lady boy. Especially with those natural titties you already have."

Marcus paused. He hadn't really considered the flesh on his chest an object of desire. He had always associated the slight breast growth as a sign of shame. But here this man was expressing lust for the gentle A cup he'd grown from being husky in his youth.

They exchanged skype ID's and didn't speak for weeks, but the man had planted a seed in Marcus's head, one that would grow into an obsession.

Marcus did extensive research on lady boys and transwomen. He learned about the different surgery options and the existence of trans women that opt never to have surgery on their genitals. Marcus began to identify with these women and found that he wanted more than ever to have those hormones rushing through his bloodstream. He wanted his breast to grow, naturally and for his clitty to grow limp. He wanted to be uninhibited by the reminders of the life he had cast away the day he began that documentary on Netflix.

He learned about the importance of castration for creating a hormonal system that was more imbalance without the effects of androgens. And so under his own volition he made the final steps.

He looked himself in the mirror and said it: "I'm a sissy slut. A faggot. A dick girl."

And then he began his journey into womanhood. He called Roger and told him he was ready... that she was ready. Marcus was ready to become the ladyboy she was born to be.

She began talking with Roger daily about how she felt as a woman and she began thriving on his admiration of her supple sissy body. She began seeing a doctor and eventually began a hormone treatment. Her skin softened. The fat around her belly redistributed to her hips.

And Roger watched in admiration as his sissy wife flourished.

The day arrived when she found that hormones were not enough. And Roger told her he loved her. And so, she submitted to her man's will and moved forward to the orchiotomy.

The doctor made an incision in her abdomen and cutting the connective tissue to her testicles, removed him one by one leaving a smooth empty sack where her manhood had once been. Rodger, in love with the look of her clitty, had asked her to keep it.

With the anchor of her manhood gone, Marcus became more and more a true sissy girl. She became limp, she lost weight around her waist and gained it in her chest. The hormones helped her natural chest flourish and her daily skype calls with Rodger reminded her that she had a strong man in her life to keep her grounded.

He stopped calling her faggot. And one day began calling her "his ladyboy." And she loved it. She knew that she was lower now than a faggot. Because a faggot has balls and she had none. She was lady in becoming with the vestige of the life she had once had between her legs. And Rodger could not get enough.

He flew her out the next month to Thailand. Embracing his sissy wife. He told her he would take care of her for as long as they lived.

And that is how Marcus lost it all to become that which he was always meant to be.