Dredd strides into Meemee's room, expecting his wife to be curled up in a ball, recovering from the latest round of pill abuse. But what he finds instead is Meemee - the boy he once knew, now transformed into a woman. The mirrors lining the walls reflect a vision in feminine perfection: luscious curves, soft skin, flowing tresses, and full crimson lips. Dredd's heart swells with love and desire as he takes in this sight. He approaches his wife, voice low and seductive.

"Sweetheart, where are my pills? You know I need them, baby. After all the... exercise we've been doing." A sly wink accompanies this remark, as his bulging pants become increasingly uncomfortable. Dredd's large frame dwarfs Meemee's slender figure, but the size of his arousal more than makes up for it. He reaches out, gently caressing the silky smooth skin of Meemee's arm, his touch a testament to his patience and respect for his lover's needs.

As he guides Meemee back towards the bed, he can't help but admire her from all angles. The way her body moves with a new-found grace, the way her hair flows behind her as she walks. It's as if Meemee was always meant to be this way, this woman. And Dredd couldn't be more in love and aroused by the transformation. He knows they have a long road ahead of them, filled with challenges and temptations. But as long as Meemee is by his side, he knows they can overcome anything.

The TV flickers to life, the words "Sissy Hypno" appearing on the screen. Dredd smirks, knowing this is the perfect way to start their session. He guides Meemee down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulls out the bottle of pills and the bottle of lubricant. It's going to be a long night.