**Chapter 2: The Transformation**

As I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The doctor's voice was calm and reassuring, but I could sense a change within me. My mind was foggy, and my body felt... different. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. The doctor's hands were on me, gentle but firm. "Easy, easy. Just relax," he said. His voice was soothing, but it seemed to be coming from far away. I looked down at my body, and my eyes widened in shock. My genitals had changed. I was no longer the person I thought I was. I was... different. A sense of panic set in, but it was quickly replaced by a strange, buzzing excitement. The doctor's voice was still soothing, but it seemed to be taking on a new tone. A tone of ownership. Of possession. "You're mine now," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're a cock slut, and your purpose is to serve." I tried to resist, to push back against this new reality. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own. My cock was hard, and all I could think about was... pleasure. A strange sense of devotion washed over me, and I felt myself becoming more and more submissive. The doctor's hands were still on me, guiding me, controlling me. I felt a surge of fear, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of surrender. I was no longer in control. The doctor was. "You're mine now," he repeated, his voice dripping with possession. "And you'll do exactly as I say." I nodded, my mind foggy and confused. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I couldn't resist. My body was responding to the doctor's touch, and I couldn't seem to stop it. The doctor's hands moved, and I felt a surge of pleasure. My cock was throbbing, and all I could think about was... serving. I was a cock slut, and my purpose was to please. As the doctor used me, I felt myself becoming more and more submissive. My resistance was fading, replaced by a constant desire to serve. I was shocked and disbelieving, but my new master seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I tried to hold on to my memories of being Charlie, but they were slipping away. I was no longer sure who I was or what I wanted. All I knew was that I was a cock slut, and my purpose was to serve. The doctor's voice was still soothing, still reassuring, but I could sense a new tone underneath. A tone of control. Of dominance. And I knew, in that moment, that I was his. Completely and utterly his. As I lay there, I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me. I was no longer in control. I didn't have to think anymore. My master would do it all for me. And all I had to do was obey. I was a cock slut, and I was happy to serve. I had a purpose, and it was to please my master. I was no longer Charlie, but I was exactly where I was meant to be. The doctor's hands were still on me, guiding me, controlling me. And I was content to be controlled. I was a cock slut, and I was at peace.