## Chapter 2: The Loss of Resistance

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. The machine that had trapped me was still humming softly, its spiral pattern dimly glowing in the darkness. I tried to remember what had happened, but my memories were hazy. All I knew was that I felt...different. As I looked down at my body, I realized that everything seemed to be the same. But something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt a sense of...disconnection. Like my body was no longer mine. My mind was a jumble of confused thoughts and emotions. I tried to focus, to think clearly, but it was like trying to grasp a handful of sand - the harder I squeezed, the more it slipped away. And then, I saw him. My master. He stood over me, a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence. He was dressed in dark, sleek clothing, and his eyes seemed to bore into my soul. "Hello, cock slut," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Welcome to your new life." I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke. There was something about the way he said those words that made me feel...submissive. Like I was his to command. I tried to resist, to tell myself that I was still in control, but it was no use. My mind was a mess, and my body seemed to be responding to his presence without my permission. My master smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You don't remember, do you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You don't remember who you used to be." I shook my head, feeling a sense of shame and confusion. "I...I don't know," I stammered. My master chuckled, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "That's okay," he said. "You don't need to remember. You're mine now, and I'll take care of you." As he spoke, he reached out and touched my face. His fingers were warm, and they seemed to seep into my skin, filling me with a sense of...calm. I felt my resistance crumbling, my mind succumbing to his control. It was like I was melting into him, becoming a part of him. And then, it happened. My body began to change, shifting and molding to fit my new role. I felt my hips widening, my ass flattening, and my genitals transforming into something new. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man pre-bottom surgery. I was something else entirely. A cock slut, a creature designed to serve and please. My master smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're mine now," he repeated, his voice dripping with possession. "And you'll do anything to please me." I nodded, feeling a sense of devotion wash over me. I was his, and I would do anything to serve him. As I looked up at my master, I knew that I was lost forever. I was a cock slut, a creature without thoughts or feelings beyond pleasing him. And I was happy. I had found my purpose, my reason for being. And I would do anything to fulfill it. My master's cock was hard, and it seemed to be calling to me. I felt a surge of desire, a need to suck and worship. I leaned forward, my lips parting as I prepared to serve. My master smiled, his eyes glinting with pleasure. "Good boy," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You're going to make me very happy."