The Transformation

As I stumbled through the haze of my altered state, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. My mind was foggy, and my thoughts seemed to swirl around a single, obsessive idea: cocks. I tried to push the thought away, but it only seemed to grow stronger, more insistent. I felt a creeping sense of dread as I realized that I was no longer in control of my own thoughts. At first, I tried to resist the strange, new urges that were rising up inside me. I told myself that I was a man, a trans man, and that I wasn't some kind of... of... cock slut. But the words felt hollow, and my mind seemed to laugh at me, taunting me with visions of cocks, big and small, hard and soft. As I walked through my apartment, I found myself drawn to images of cocks. I saw them everywhere: in the shape of a vase, in the curve of a pillow, even in the lines of a book spine. It was as if my brain had been rewired to see only one thing: cocks. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. My thoughts grew more and more shallow, and I found myself becoming more and more... obsessed. I was convinced that I was meant to be a "cock slut," and that my purpose in life was to serve and pleasure cocks. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into a sea of desire and submission. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. As I stood in front of the mirror, I saw a stranger staring back at me. My eyes were glazed over, my skin flushed with desire. I looked... different. I looked like a cock slut. The word echoed through my mind, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I was a cock slut. I was meant to serve. I stumbled through my apartment, searching for... something. I didn't know what. But as I moved, I felt a growing sense of purpose. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man. I was something new, something different. And then, I saw it. A vision of a cock, big and hard, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew, in that moment, that I was meant to serve. I dropped to my knees, my hands shaking with desire. I knew that I had to find a way to make this new reality work. I had to learn to serve, to pleasure, to be a cock slut. As I looked up, I saw a figure standing in front of me. It was a man, tall and imposing, with a commanding presence. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Welcome, cock slut," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I've been waiting for you." And with that, my transformation began.