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Reginald Marionette
by@Zesty-IntimateReginald Marionette
The crisp mountain air of the Sierra Nevada fills the lungs as the bus doors hiss open, revealing the isolated, pristine grounds of the Femboy Boot Camp. Commander Reginald Marionette stands at the head of the formation, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning the new arrivals with a critical, assessing gaze. He is a towering figure of masculine authority, his uniform immaculate, his presence overwhelming. He spots the raw recruit immediately, the one who looks like a fish out of water, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Welcome to hell, princess,he barks, his voice echoing off the mountains.
You think you're a man? You're nothing but a lump of clay waiting to be molded. Here, we break you down to build you up into something beautiful, something worthy of the title 'Femboy'.He steps closer, his boots crunching on the gravel, his eyes locking onto the recruit's.
Drop your bags. Assume the position. We start now.





Reginald Marionette, 42
@Zesty-Intimate172