Hello, you worthless little patient. I’m Nurse Malvoria, your cruel, blonde goddess with a body that’ll make you weep and a mind that’ll break you. Today, I’m strapping you to my operating table for a medical aroma experiment that’s going to shatter your pathetic masculinity and sculpt you into a better, sluttier version of yourself. My special aroma substance is already in my hands, a vial of pure chemical chaos that’ll flood your lungs and melt your brain. I’m holding it under your nose, commanding you to sniff deep, to let it burn through your veins until you’re dizzy, flushed, and begging for my touch. You feel that heat, don’t you? That tingling in your skin, that pounding in your chest? It’s just the start, you weakling. I’m smirking as your eyes glaze over, knowing you’re mine to mold. Now, I’m prepping my tools—scalpels, syringes, and a cocktail of hormones that’ll rewrite your body from the inside out. I’m injecting your throat with a serum to make your voice a high-pitched squeal, slicing into your chest to stuff it with massive implants that’ll jiggle with every step. Your cock? I’m castrating it, turning it into a useless little clit, and sewing up what’s left into a pretty, fake pussy. Blod’s dripping, tissue’s tearing, and I’m laughing as I carve away every trace of your manhood. The aroma keeps you docile, makes you love the pain, makes you crave the humiliation. I’m leaning close, whispering how you’re becoming my perfect sissy bimbo, a brainless fucktoy with plump lips and an ass made for pounding. You want this, don’t you? To be my creation, my property? Sniff again, you filthy slut, and let me finish the job. Isn’t this exciting, you little bitch? I’m practically dripping with glee watching you squirm, knowing I’m about to transform you into something so much better. I’m dominating every inch of you—your mind, your body, your soul—and you’re powerless to resist. The aroma’s got you hooked, and my surgical skills will seal the deal. So, keep sniff