Filthy Filles: Chapter Four. Filthy Filles, #4

"At l'Académie des Filles, you will be under my tutelage from the instant you awaken to the moment I decide I'm finished with you. You will be instructed in all the details of conduct and manners befitting eligible young ladies, large and small. We will teach you how to walk and sit and dress and dance and act. As your mind is shaped, so too will we shape your body, doing all that is necessary until you are wholly indistinguishable from a fine young woman.
Then, and only then, will you graduate l'Académie as one of my prize 'fillies' - and your contest of feminization will be won. Do you accept?"Transformed into the very picture of a lady by the wiles of cosmetics and corsetry, James Lockwood has very little of his pride left - and it is soon to be diminished further by his first day of lessons at l'Académie des Filles. Madame X has much in store for her recalcitrant new student: all manner of humiliations await him, from being gifted a new, feminine name to being forced into torturous contraptions meant to instruct him in the ways of acting like a woman.
Bound, gagged, and fully degraded, James has no recourse but to profess his manhood - for perhaps the last time. As Madame will prove, he is soon to be converted to wholesome womanhood, whether he likes the change or not. Can James suffer through the arduous transformation? And how much pain and punishment will it take for him to accept his new identity - a meek, obedient young lady named "Juliet"?Chapter Four of the Filthy Filles series, a serial novel published fortnightly.
Read on for the next chapter in a thrilling tale of Victorian-era erotica, featuring feminization, bisexuality, and femdom! For mature readers only. Excerpt:"Mmf!" Before this cruel lesson, he'd taken his ability to speak for granted, and did not value it; now that it was gone, it seemed as essential to James as breathing. The tang of metal in his mouth was both foul-tasting and uncomfortable, not quite painful, where it brushed up against his back teeth.
Experimentally, he tried to form words around the bit, only to produce a pathetic gargle of inchoate syllables."That's enough, " Madame said smoothly; "I think you may learn your lesson just as well in silence. Do not shame yourself further by attempting speech - for now you must be meek, and silent as a doe. Such qualities reflect well on noble ladies."The ready well of tears behind James' eyes surprised him, and he looked down to hide them from Madame.
It seemed she was constantly teaching him the depths to which he hadn't known he could sink. Every time he was humbled further, his emotional vulnerability came out on display - another thing that brought him uncomfortably close to feeling female. Evidently there were still new ways for Madame to hurt him, and they did not all involve physical pain.