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"The ministry of propaganda", you loudly exclaimed.

"Excellent. Left, please", the lady behind the desk said.

You stepped into the room left to you. The heavy doors closed behind you. The room was very dark, and you could hear nothing. Very sudden, the light was switched on. A woman in a labcoat stood in front of you. She slapped you in the face and you trembled backwards.

"Worthless. You are a piece of shit. But we will make you strong. And then you'll be worth at least something. Understood?", she yelled in your face.

"Understood!", you said surprised and confused.

"Perfect! Step into the box", she shouted.

Still confused, you stepped into the box. Suddenly, robot arms ripped down all your clothes. You now stood there, cold and freezing. Nozzles all around you started to spray something onto your body. It was pinkish and smelled like cherries.

Your body began to shake uncontrollable and cracked in parts where they shouldn't. You arched spine arched forward, as breasts exploded outwards from your chest. Your ass exploded in a similar way and widened your thighs and hips in the progress. You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and saw with horror as it became flat and your waist carved in within a second. You suddenly started to moan in pleasure, as your dick erected. You almost ejaculated, but before you released yourself, it immediatly started to flap off again. But it didn't stop where it started, as it disappeared directly into lower body. You felt pressure building up inside yourself. You inner organs shifted and you ejaculated onto the ground. You threw your head back, as your vocal cords burned up.

The nozzles reached your head and you tried to wipe the fluid from your face. As you wiped them off, you felt your face boiling inside. You started to scream which quickly turned into moans of pleasure, as your face changed with an incredible feeling. Your nose became smaller, your lips bigger and wider. Your cheeks plumbed up a bit. The fluid also changed your hair. The brown in it was somehow washed out and grew, until it reached past your now pretty big tits. You noticed how your hands changed their size, too. Your arms lost muscles really quick, and your fingers became small and delicate with long fingernails.

You sunk onto the ground. The pink liquid was washed down by cold water. You were scared and confused, and almost froze on the floir. The door opened, and the woman in the lab coat dragged you out.

"What were you?", she yelled.

"W... worthless", you stuttered.

"What are you now?", she asked again.

"At least worth something", you answered.

"Who do you work for?"

"Th... The minis... ministry of Propaganda"

"Wo are you loyal to?"

"The United Feminine States of America"

"Not fast enough! To shock therapy!"

A month later, you sat in an office. Your official portrait was going to be taken today. The one that would be shown on all platforms. The 'Internnet', as it was called now, was already full of your pictures. You taught young girls on how to behave as the master gender and how worthless all male life was. It wasn't 'you' who was talking about all these things; it was the you shaped by the governemt. 2 weeks of shock therapy altered your brain into a loyal slave of the MoP.

You ended the stream for that day, as you were tired and wanted to sleep.

"And always remember; if you see a man on the street, call the police! His life is too sad and unworthy, unlike ours! So better free them and report them to the next officer nearby! Night, girls!"

Description
"The ministry of propaganda", you loudly exclaimed.

"Excellent. Left, please", the lady behind the desk said.

You stepped into the room left to you. The heavy doors closed behind you. The room was very dark, and you could hear nothing. Very sudden, the light was switched on. A woman in a labcoat stood in front of you. She slapped you in the face and you trembled backwards.

"Worthless. You are a piece of shit. But we will make you strong. And then you'll be worth at least something. Understood?", she yelled in your face.

"Understood!", you said surprised and confused.

"Perfect! Step into the box", she shouted.

Still confused, you stepped into the box. Suddenly, robot arms ripped down all your clothes. You now stood there, cold and freezing. Nozzles all around you started to spray something onto your body. It was pinkish and smelled like cherries.

Your body began to shake uncontrollable and cracked in parts where they shouldn't. You arched spine arched forward, as breasts exploded outwards from your chest. Your ass exploded in a similar way and widened your thighs and hips in the progress. You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and saw with horror as it became flat and your waist carved in within a second. You suddenly started to moan in pleasure, as your dick erected. You almost ejaculated, but before you released yourself, it immediatly started to flap off again. But it didn't stop where it started, as it disappeared directly into lower body. You felt pressure building up inside yourself. You inner organs shifted and you ejaculated onto the ground. You threw your head back, as your vocal cords burned up.

The nozzles reached your head and you tried to wipe the fluid from your face. As you wiped them off, you felt your face boiling inside. You started to scream which quickly turned into moans of pleasure, as your face changed with an incredible feeling. Your nose became smaller, your lips bigger and wider. Your cheeks plumbed up a bit. The fluid also changed your hair. The brown in it was somehow washed out and grew, until it reached past your now pretty big tits. You noticed how your hands changed their size, too. Your arms lost muscles really quick, and your fingers became small and delicate with long fingernails.

You sunk onto the ground. The pink liquid was washed down by cold water. You were scared and confused, and almost froze on the floir. The door opened, and the woman in the lab coat dragged you out.

"What were you?", she yelled.

"W... worthless", you stuttered.

"What are you now?", she asked again.

"At least worth something", you answered.

"Who do you work for?"

"Th... The minis... ministry of Propaganda"

"Wo are you loyal to?"

"The United Feminine States of America"

"Not fast enough! To shock therapy!"

A month later, you sat in an office. Your official portrait was going to be taken today. The one that would be shown on all platforms. The 'Internnet', as it was called now, was already full of your pictures. You taught young girls on how to behave as the master gender and how worthless all male life was. It wasn't 'you' who was talking about all these things; it was the you shaped by the governemt. 2 weeks of shock therapy altered your brain into a loyal slave of the MoP.

You ended the stream for that day, as you were tired and wanted to sleep.

"And always remember; if you see a man on the street, call the police! His life is too sad and unworthy, unlike ours! So better free them and report them to the next officer nearby! Night, girls!"