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who’s knows what I am, probably a wh0re. But you want to worship my ass, don’t you ?

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

Me and @ToppedToys Mordax having the best time

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

Love being a latex bottom

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

Seeing my whole gape turns me on so much.
Just need a hand with opening it up more

[CxD @caradxs]

RT se você quer uma relação assim 😈

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

@TwinkAndKey Love this cage, where’s it from ?

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

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[Toy4Alphas @FToy4Alphas]

Gimped caged and cunted

[Toy4Alphas @FToy4Alphas]

Outdoors ✅
Hole pounded ✅

Anon loads required…. Apply within 💦

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

#anal #pussyboy #chastity

[Locked Jess ♠️ 🏳️‍⚧️ @sissicinema]

Sissy Plap Challenge!!!

All plaps will be paid in a single session. To be filmed and distributed. This is a legally binding agreement.

Deadline is January 27 EOD. Destroy me please.

#sissy #bnwo #plap #plapchallenge #chastity

[DakotaFTM @FtmDakota2]

Show some love on this post 🫶🏻 my interactions are way down since the new laws in the uk 💔

[GSI @GSI02557033]

Continuation from a previous story -

https://t.co/4pFxHCUWFw

By the time the third term began at St. Lydia’s All-Girls Prep, Becca had become more than just another student—she was an example. Her transformation from Ben had been absolute. The uniform she had once protested now felt like second skin: sleek, synthetic, form-fitting, and coded in discipline and grace. She no longer questioned its purpose—it had shaped her, smoothed her, refined her.

So when Luke arrived—bewildered, bright-eyed, and still very much a boy—Becca was asked to mentor him.

“You’re lucky,” she said, her tone light but knowing as she sat across from him in the orientation hall. Her long red prep uniform glistened slightly under the school lights. “Most boys don’t get a chance to ease in.”

Luke blinked. “Ease in to what, exactly? I thought this was a clerical mistake—they told me I’m the only male student ever enrolled here.”

Becca smiled. “That’s not a mistake. It’s a process.”

⸻

The following Monday, Luke was issued his uniform.

It came sealed in a silver foil pack labeled ‘Integration Phase 1 – Personal Fit Pending’. Becca watched from her desk as he opened it, frowning at the glossy, high-cut bodysuit inside.

“I can’t wear this,” he muttered. “It’s like… made of latex or something.”

Becca leaned over. “You said that last week about the shoes. But you’re wearing them now.”

“They changed,” Luke replied, confused. “They weren’t this snug when I put them on.”

“They adapt,” Becca said simply.

⸻

By Wednesday, Luke’s voice was softer.

His walk had changed too—smoother, hips beginning to sway involuntarily as his legs adjusted to the new gait encouraged by the increasingly snug thigh seams of the uniform. The school no longer referred to him as ‘he’ in any announcements. Becca noticed his hesitation each time they called him Lucy.

“I don’t get it,” he told Becca in private. “I feel… weird.”

“You’re becoming part of us,” she said, brushing a strand of his now longer hair behind his ear. “It’s okay to let go of who you were. I did.”

“But I don’t want to forget,” he murmured, eyes wide.

“You won’t forget,” Becca reassured. “You’ll just… adapt. Just like your uniform.”

⸻

By Friday, Lucy no longer sat with the boys at lunch—there were no boys left.

She and Becca walked together through the hall, indistinguishable in their shining uniforms, whispering and giggling like old friends.

Lucys final bodysuit—sealed permanently by the school’s biometric system—fit flawlessly. The last remnant of Luke’s voice was gone. Her hips had subtly widened, waist narrowed. Her student file had been updated, pronouns corrected. Her place secured.

And when Becca squeezed her hand and whispered, “Ready for prep class, Lucy?” she simply smiled and nodded.

She was.

[GSI @GSI02557033]

Ben protested the new uniform it was forcing all the boys to wear , the tight material was hard to get into although as the day went on it became more and more form fitting. By the end of the week there were no male toilets and the school had been renamed to an all girls prep.

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

@TwelveInchKen Surviving, thinking about that dick 😍

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

@LoserIocked I think you might have just nailed what I want from chastity

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

So horny for cock today

[lockedboy @lockedboyldn]

Need this so bad