No

You think it through, looking at yourself and the machine in front of you. Looking up at the speaker, you say “NO! I’M GOING TO SUE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU TOO!”

The machine lights up.

“THREAT OF LITIGATION DETECTED. RECTIFICATION PLAN SLECTED.”

You try to run away, but the arms grab you once more and dangle you over the ground.

“YOU ARE A GIRL.”, The machine says

“FUCK OFF”, you say.

Another arm comes and straps an anklet onto your leg. It is tightened and suddenly, you feel an intense shock.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” You scream in pain.

“YOUR NAME IS TARA” The machine insists.

“NO! IT’S NOT! I’M A MAN” You respond, defiantly.

“OH, REALLY?” The machine uses its arms to pull your legs apart. An arm moves your dress out of the way and pulls your panties down before presenting a giant dildo in front of your face. “WOULD A MAN GET FUCKED LIKE THIS?” The machine now took on an almost mocking tone before touching the tip of the fake cock to the lips of your pussy.

“YOU ARE A SEXY LITTLE SLUT” The machine says.

“GET FUCKED” You scream.

With that, the machine slams the dildo into your pussy, slowly thrusting in and out. It feels strange and you feel weirdly good. As it increases in speed, you feel the pleasure inside building and building before it just stops. The dildo pulls out and you feel like shit. The machine speaks up again.

“YOU ARE A SLUTTY GIRL WHO LIKES DICK”

You whimper, unable to really scream anymore. “Please, just let me go.”

“YOU ARE A SLUTTY GIRL WHO LIKES DICK” it repeats itself before strapping a second anklet to you, letting both shock you.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH OK! I’m a girl...p..p..please stop.”

The machine takes a second before slamming the dildo back into your pussy, thrusting hard and making you cum. You scream in orgasmic glee, panting as the big cock pulls out. It puts you in an upright position and presents you with a small stack of papers, placing a pen in your hand.

“SIGN”

“What are these?”

“SIGN.” The machine repeats before sending a burst of electricity through the anklets.

You scream and with a shaking hand, sign the papers.

“YOU ARE NOW LEGALLY A GIRL... YOU WAIVE YOUR RIGHT TO SUE... A NÜ YOU AGENT WILL MAKE VISITS TO ENSURE COMPLIANCE... HAVE A NICE DAY.”

The arms toss you out of the room and you gulped. You didn’t really understand what the machine meant, but you needed to cool down after this ordeal. You went to a bar that was close by and got a drink. The eyes on you were very uncomfortable, and you had to brush off more than one creepy dude trying to get into your pants, or, well, lack thereof. You got back to your apartment to find that there had been a break-in. Anything that might serve as proof that you were ever a boy was missing, and your closet was now full of girly clothes.

That night, you are still in shock and try to take off the anklets. They won’t budge, and every time you got close, they would shock you again. You decided to get some sleep and dozed off.

The next morning, you were awakened by a knock at the door. You had no idea who it could possibly be, but you opened it up. A giant man, muscular and tall, burst in with a small leather bag.

“So, you must be the little girl who had a hard time listening.” He says, smiling.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I understand” You wonder.

“This your signature?” He hands you a sheet of paper with your signature at the bottom. It must have been one of the ones the machine forced you to sign.

“I...I...” you stutter, fear building inside.

“Don’t worry, we’ll teach you how to behave you little slut.” He laughed as he pulled the collar and the leash out of his bag. “Now, sit.”

Several years later, Bram, your master, had taught you how to act like a good little submissive slut. You were basically his slave, and he would punish you when you showed any sign that you were a boy. Use your old name? Whipping. Refer to yourself as a man? Spanking. Look romantically at anything that wasn’t a man? Bram would show you what a real man did.

Eventually, you broke. There was not one ounce of fight left in you, and you actually started to enjoy the punishment, started gaining pleasure from the kink lifestyle. You loved Bram, and Bram loved you.

You were his little submissive and he was your daddy.