The boy entered the tattoo shop nervously. Inside, a dragoness was finishing applying an ornate and symbol-rich full back tattoo to a Japanese man. Behind the counter was an otter-built obvious homosexual. He looked at the boy and smirked. "What brings you into the shop today, hon?" he asked, but it was clear he was also looking the boy up and down.

"It's my birthday. My 18th. I wanted to ask about, uhh, procedures."

There was a hungry glint in the otter-built man's eye as he responded nonchalantly "oh of course, of course. Saraciel will be with your shortly. Sara! We have a new boy here about a procedure." His voice was somewhat musical but also practiced. On the counter burned a strange, wonderful smelling incense.

"Just finishing. Why don't you sit down and look at our catalog. The blue one has the procedures you're looking for in it, as well as pictures of outcomes. Everything you see is an example of our own work."

The boy picked up the blue binder and sat down. The outside was plain and textless. Inside was a cover page with the title "femsexing procedures". The boy blushed as he turned the page. There was an index:

Sex change
Vaginal transplant reduction
Cross-species vaginal transplant reduction
Vaginaball reduction
Vaginal fleshlight reduction
Fleshlight set reduction

He looked at the first item, Sex Change. Inside were pictures of boyish looking girls, or perhaps girlish looking boys. Their figures were perfect hourglasses, but with comical overendowment, generally excessive height and width, and androgynous rather than truly feminine faces. They stood naked, many of them blushing, some obviously shy, some exhibitionistic. Their vaginas were visible and represented a range of labia and clitoral appearances.

A note said "this procedure is the most technical and recently developed. As such, aesthetic results are not guaranteed. Fertility is not engendered. Prostate is preserved, libido is generally greatly enhanced. Procedure comes with a free prostitute card. $2000"

The boy had heard about this from his teachers and parents but thought it was just them trying to scare him off. Allegedly, libido became so high that any work besides sex work became impossible for most procedure recipients. The boy had never seen any women who looked like those in the pictures except downtown once or twice while driving through a red light district. It was enticing, and yet terrifying, to consider.

Next was vaginal transplant reduction. Inside were pictures of naked, normal looking women, most of them with an erotic smirk of condescension or perhaps dominance on their faces. Their vaginas were also visible, and normal looking, though generally wet. The note said "This procedure converts a boy (or girl) into the vagina of a female host human. Conversion topology maps Inside of legs to Inside of legs and is thought to feel for the transitioned subject as if one has a vagina and nothing else. Libido of host human is generally greatly enhanced. Comes with a free prostitute card. $1000"

That was, for some reason, more exciting than the thought of being a femsexed femboy as in the first procedure. The realization of this made the boy cross his legs. The otter-built man pretended not to notice.

The third procedure was much the same as the second, but instead had a picture of Saraciel lifting her tail, revealing a beautiful draconic pussy and asshole. A caption said "conversion of twin boys into host dragon vagina". The boy was blushing again. It would have been a good option, but he didn't know any female dragons, and if Saraciel was already spoken for then it seemed he was out of luck.

What was he thinking, he thought. This is absurd. I came in here to become a woman. Or at least shaped like a woman. To be able to live a normal life in a woman's role. Why was his head flooded with lust when contemplating such extreme and irreversible procedures?

He contemplated putting down the binder, but as more smoke wafted over to him from the incense tray, he had a sudden surge of need and turned to the next page.

Vaginaballs were a single very large boob with nipple on one side and pussy and asshole on the other. In the picture, there were about six of these lined up in a case on display. The boy tried to keep himself from looking but could not, and looked towards the cases of the tattoo shop under the counter. There were indeed six vaginaballs on display, but not the same six. Two of them had vibrating dildos chained to a piercing on their nipple, each inserted into their vagina.

The boy was unbearably horny at this observation. The otter-built man snickered, but he was too distracted to notice. The note said that this procedure allowed the subject to stipulate who they were entrusted to with as much detail as they liked. The cost, however, was $500. The boy instinctively felt his wallet through his jeans. He hadn't realized these procedures were so expensive. It would take him forever to save up enough for a sex change. He would be old and gross by then. And that's if anyone would even give him a job, despite his long hair and effeminacy.

The next procedure was vaginal fleshlight reduction. It turned the subject into just a vagina, set into a wide and lengthy shift. The note said the subject was allowed to choose whether to be gifted to one of several traditional location types, including gay and lesbian nightclub, prison, or fraternity. The cost: $100.

Lastly was fleshlight set reduction. The picture showed two sets of three holes each: trim and tidy pussy, anus, and full feminine lips. The description said "The most traditional femsexing procedure. The boy (or girl) is converted into three quantumly entangled fleshlights, one for each of a woman's holes. For boys, prostate sensation is preserved and optimized, and for all subjects genital flavors and their emissions become subject's favorite. Libido is catastrophically enhanced. No gifting options: house choice."

At the thought of being reduced permanently to three fuckable holes, the boy started to weep slightly from overstimulation. Then he saw the price: $5

He looked up to see the dragoness staring at him with a look of amusement and intent. "Have you decided?" she asked. The rational part of his mind was still fighting him. "Do you have payment plans?"

"I'm sorry, this is a cash only business" she said, adding "It's entirely ok if you want to come back at a later time, of course. I have other appointments scheduled starting in half an hour, for most of the day. If you can't decide…"

"No, wait!" He blurted out, the blushing on his girlish face very visibly red, "The last one. The fleshlight set reduction. I'll do it," he swallowed, his face a strange mixture of horror and aroused anticipation, "I'll do that one".

"It's a very reasonable choice of procedure. And the most traditional. You know, it was said to have been given to the Scythians by the goddess Venus. At that time, a troop of transfem horse archers had sacked the temple of aphrodite in the west after she had refused to turn them into women. In revenge, she granted them the choice: remain men forever, or be reduced to those aspects of womanhood most conducive to their personality. The goddess knew that these men could never be holistically female, but that they could easily be female holes, if you'll excuse the pun" she grinned.

The boy nodded attentively and eagerly as the dragoness led him over to a machine with strange glyphs on it.

"Since then science has come a long way. Still, it's heartening to see the classics are still valued. I get tired of rich young men turning themselves into ersatz women."

She was casually stripping the boy naked now, without waiting for him to say anything. "You know, the Scythians also pioneered the art of tattooing"

The boy, now entirely unclothed, thin and beautiful, started to get a look of worry in his eye. "Wait," he said, "what if I…"

The dragoness kissed him, then shoved him into the machine. "Enjoy eternity, cunt", she teased. A clear forcefield descended around him, which he promptly tested by pressing against it. "Eternity!?"

As his hips rounded out, his breasts developed, his cock receded into his body and became a beautiful cunt, he remembered what his pastor had told him as a younger teen:

"God has both a true name and a true place for all of you. This is what ties you to God. Magick separates you from this. It's an attempt to write a new name for yourself in God's book. God loves us so much he let's us do this, even though it is against his will; but the cost is to be removed from God's plan forever. When you rewrite your name, you also lose your place in God's order. And then God can't remember you: he has neither name or place for you. When he looks at you, he knows not what you are. This is what it means to alter your fate and your nature."

As the boy despaired of his decision, he felt a rush of arousal, and the two joined together until they were the same thing. Eternity.

The new female body of the boy changed into lava lamp like blobs of flesh, one breast moving up towards the mouth, which solidified together into an ornate and beautiful fleshlight ending in a pair of full, feminine lips. One breast moving down, as the vagina and anus similarly solidified into two fleshlights of their own.

"Almost forgot!" said the dragoness, "the truth in advertising requirements"

She pressed a glyph with a male symbol on it and the symbol was emblazoned in pink onto all three fleshlights. Somehow the boy could still see and hear, but from the vantage point of a few feet away from his new form. He tried to remember his old body and his old voice but could only remember his female body and female voice despite only having had it for a moment.

She snatched the fleshlights out of the case, tucking the lips under her forelegs, and waddled on two feet over to the display case where she cutely placed the new girl parts, all of which were leaking lubricant.

"I'm telling you Tom, that incense should be illegal"

"Well, it is in some places", he said, visibly adjusting an erection.

Saraciel eyed him thoughtfully, "Why do you like this so much anyway? What's attractive about boys becoming girl parts to you?"

"What's not attractive? They'll always be boys to me. Just obligate bottoms. Slave boys with a bonus hole"

"Huh," she said, "yeah, I guess you call them femsexed femboys, right? Still, I'd think the fact het men are attracted to them too would, I dunno, cancel out your own attraction"

"Oh? Why would having more men involved be a turn off?"

They both laughed.