Vulnerable

"We're finally alone... my dear Misty..."
His words sent a shiver of fear down my body, not because of what he said, but because of the intensity of the desire that was so evident in his tone. Without thinking, my hands flew across my body, seeking in vain to cover my hated femininity. My breath quickened, my heart began to beat loudly in my ears... standing, as a female, before this man, this "“ demon... I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. Nor so afraid.
Rylen smiled at my actions. "Feminine modesty? You are more of a woman already than I would have expected "“ but if that is your wish, then so be it."
He waved his hand, and I gasped as I felt a cool mist surround my body, twirling around my form like as gently as a leaf falls to the ground. Then the sensation changed, and it was no longer cool air, but warm satin that draped carressingly over my body, a trail of white, lacy cloth that wound modestly around my... my breasts,and my girlhood.
If I expected that being clothed "“ if only minimally "“ would bring back my composure, I was sadly mistaken. Such a feminine garment merely made me all the more aware of my prison of flesh... the curve of my thigh, the swell of my breasts, the emptiness between my legs...
No... This couldn't be happening to me!
I bit my lip to keep from crying as the horror, the humiliation of my situation hit me full force. My name was David! I was a man damnit! A... a man!
"Stop it damn you "“ I'm not your doll! Let me out "“ let me out of this game!"
Rylan laughed, cruelly and harshly. "Still you delude yourself? This is not a 'game' Misty... this is you reality now, and for as long as I wish it to be."
He snapped his fingers again, and suddenly, a large divan appeared out of nowhere, right behind me. My mind shrank back from what that implied...
This isn't real... this isn't REAL... please no...
"And you are not merely my doll dear Misty... but my slave. I think it's time you learned that..."
With those words, and to my wide-eyed horror, he began to walk towards me...