I was a womanizing boy, but I had a thin body, rounded buttocks, somewhat feminine, I wore my hair long down to the pit

I was a womanizing boy, but I had a thin body, rounded buttocks, somewhat feminine, I wore my hair long down to the pit of my back. Although some men made offers to be with me, that was not mine. I felt good man. I had no family, I grew up all my childhood in an orphanage, and when I turned 18 I started working and getting out of there. At times I had enough to rent a room and for my food, which was little, which is why I stayed thin. I had no family, I didn't know my parents, uncles, cousins, I was found at the door of a house, but they didn't stay with me but called the authorities and I lived my entire life in orphanages in the state. I spent my entire childhood and no one adopted me. The boys abused me because I was naughty. They called me a woman's ass. So I grew up with that trauma and self-conscious about my buttocks, and my somewhat feminine shapes, the women I was with liked that, they loved turning me over. He went out to the club three times a week, always trying to flirt. My problem was money. One of those days, a mature man with a Russian seat approached me and told me that whoever he had come with, I had no friends, alone. He tried to buy me a few drinks, but I turned him down, I wasn't gay, and I had a lustful look. I felt very uncomfortable and left. Just when I was getting home, someone grabbed me from behind with a handkerchief filled with a liquid with a strong smell, chloroform, and I fell unconscious. When I woke up I was in a room without windows, the light was off. When I turned it on I saw an image that almost made me lose consciousness again, but from the impression, the room was surrounded by mirrors, and a woman was reflected in them. It was me, I was dressed in a very feminine pink nightgown, plus a little thong. My body had been completely shaved, I was wearing makeup, and my hair was dyed blonde with a very feminine wavy cut. In the room I had a very large closet, almost the size of the room, where there were only very sexy women's clothes, all in my size. There was also a table, a tube, a type of cabaret, a giant television, LED type, plasma, that didn't matter in that ometo. I started screaming, who the hell did this to me, but no one answered me. In the room there was a piece of furniture with all kinds of makeup, and a mirror with spotlights, like an actress's dressing room. I didn't understand what was happening. I spent many hours and I started to get hungry, and I screamed, what the hell they want to starve me. Suddenly the television came on, and she looked small, she said she was my instructor. He typed Skype, and told me that if I wanted to eat I had to follow some instructions. He told him to fuck off. After telling him that, the TV turned off. And I spend several hours. I know how much time passed. But I was dying of hunger and thirst, I said I plan to collaborate but please give me food. A hatch opened, with a rotating console, with a salad, with a little boiled chicken and a smoothie. Everything was well started. I owe it. The TV turned on, they told me, this time we're going to let it go. But if you want to eat, you must first clean yourself, groom yourself, put on makeup and dress according to how you feel. You must also learn to behave like a lady. I ate while tears came out. To be continued... for the next longer one... P.S. I await comments and suggestions, my email is