The rumours are true about Me, Poison Ivy. I lure men into my lair and forever change them into my obedient slaves. My kiss reveals your intentions, my vines wrapping around you holding you firmly in place. Your insecurities about your own gender are calling out to me, I can see right through your male facade. We both know you’d make a far better woman, so I’ll strip you of your manhood and I’ll have you join me in my poisonous garden as my sissy servant. Forget all about who you were to begin with and have my ivy fully transform you into the woman you have so desperately desired to me all along. Even going as far as training you into being a living breathing sex doll for all of my men in my lair that require tending too. Becoming a straight female is what you have needed your entire life, you never felt masculine, always feminine and weak. The flower I have turned you into now gets to bloom and grow into the beauty before me and I want to put your new body to the test. However, the moment you to try to leave my garden is the moment I will undo my spell, leaving you a shell of a man, empty and unfulfilled as you once was.
