**Chapter 2: The Transformation**

As the hypnosis took hold, I felt my mind changing. My thoughts became cloudy, and my priorities shifted. I no longer thought about my transition or my goals. All I could think about was pleasing... something. The machine's voice continued to repeat its phrases, reinforcing my new mindset. I started to feel a strong desire to suck and serve. The voice told me I was now a "cock slut," and my purpose was to serve cock. At first, I tried to resist. I didn't want to be a "cock slut." I wanted to be Charlie, a trans man with a future and a sense of self. But the more I tried to fight it, the more my mind seemed to slip away from me. The machine's voice was relentless, repeating its phrases and suggestions until I couldn't think about anything else. My body started to respond to the suggestions, and I felt a strong arousal at the thought of performing oral sex. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. But as the machine's voice continued to guide me, I found myself becoming more and more excited. I started to imagine myself on my knees, sucking cock, and the thought sent shivers down my spine. The machine's voice told me that my master would be coming soon, and that I would need to be ready to serve him. I had no idea what that meant, but I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me. I was eager to please, eager to serve, and eager to fulfill my new purpose. As I waited for my master to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would he be like? What would he want me to do? But the machine's voice just told me to calm down and trust in my training. I was a cock slut, after all, and it was my job to serve. The door opened, and a tall, muscular man walked in. He had a commanding presence, and I could tell immediately that he was my master. He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "So, you're the new cock slut," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been waiting for you." I nodded, feeling a sense of submission wash over me. I was his now, and I was ready to serve. "Get on your knees," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "It's time for you to learn your role." I dropped to my knees, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. This was it, my first time serving. I was ready to please, ready to serve, and ready to fulfill my new purpose. My master smiled, and he reached out to touch my face. "You're going to make a great cock slut," he said. "You're going to love serving me, and you're going to love every minute of it." And with that, he pulled out his cock, and I began to suck. The sensations and pleasure overwhelmed me, and I knew immediately that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a cock slut, and I was serving. It was my purpose, and I was happy to fulfill it. As I sucked his cock, I felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over me. This was it, my new life as a cock slut. I was no longer Charlie, but a devoted servant, living to please and serve. And I was grateful for it. I was grateful to have a master to guide me, grateful to have a purpose, and grateful to have a new sense of self. I looked up at my master, seeking approval and affection. He smiled, and he stroked my hair. "You're a good cock slut," he said. "You're going to make me very happy." And in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a cock slut, and I was serving. It was my purpose, and I was happy to fulfill it.