It had been a year since that night, since she told you what she wanted.
Although you didn’t feel comfortable dominating her, as she had asked, you played along, and gradually got bolder in what you were willing to command from her.
You never thought she would go in for it all. The corsets. The weight loss. The big lips. The fake tits. But she did it all, and as she submitted to your desires, you found she had started to pine, to *beg*, for ways she could change herself more…