I am a second generation Mexican American. I served for four years and I came home to my old boss. I came back a lot more than a bit masculine. He's made me grow my hair out and he only allows me to wear dresses. I worked out a lot and my thighs are very toned and so are my arms. He insists on a dress that gives him a look at boob, and a nipple shot doesn't hurt. I also have to wear make up now and female jewelry.

I have several tattoos, which I can't cover up, and a couple hint at what I liked in the Army. He had me tattoo my boob, right where he can see it if he pulls my top down, that says "I AM A MAN'S BITHCH". He buys my underwear now, and likes for me to step into my underwear and he pulls them up. Right now he is buying me Hane's Women's briefs from Target. If I am frustrated he has me show him that I have a crack that goes from front to back and he reminds me who has the balls and dick.

At the gym where I worked out is a girl who is into cycling. We connected. He told me to tell her that she would have to pass inspection by him, and he is looking for balls and dick. So right now I am pretty bummed. I haven't had any for a while, he is feminizing me, make up, hair, heels, I am so frustrated. He has me on hormones and my workouts are restricted so I flow every month. I haven't flowed regularly since I was 16.

I have to use my whole name Josephine, actually Josefina, not my nickname Jo.

For my 26th birthday his target is for me to be breastfeeding. No more Jo, no more Army, no more gym rat girls. Josephine. No more workouts, no more sports bras, only cotton panties, soft no matter where he touches, soft cheeks, soft lips, soft boobs, soft thighs, soft gluteus.

I am not a girl like that any more, in the Army I learned who I am. I can soften up for him, but that won't change that I want to connect with the girl from the gym.