This game doesn't even pretend to be nice about it. The first session with your counselor, she's got this smile like she's already won, and you're just paperwork she hasn't filed yet. I picked the most defiant dialogue options, called her methods bullshit, refused the little "wellness exercise" she pushed across the desk. Next scene, my dosage got upped and a nurse I'd never seen before was suddenly assigned to "observe my sleep patterns." The control creep is real, and it's hot in a way that made me close my browser the first time, then reopen it five minutes later.

The sissification stuff doesn't hit you with a truck right away. It's in the details. Your roommate, another patient named Derek, starts showing up to group with his nails painted. Just clear coat at first. Then a soft pink. He can't explain why, just says the counselor suggested it might help him "connect with his nurturing side." Three sessions later he's sitting with his knees together and calling himself Denise. The game never makes a big deal about it, which somehow makes it worse. Or better. I don't know. The MILF doctor who runs the whole wing, Dr. Aldridge, has this way of touching your shoulder that's probably meant to be maternal but feels like ownership. I spent way too long on a scene where she just... watches me fill out a self-assessment form. Her pen tapping. Waiting for me to check the wrong box.

The AI generates some genuinely unsettling dialogue trees. I tried to game it, pick the "masculine" responses, and the counselor just noted my "resistance patterns" and adjusted my treatment plan. There's a moment with a pill cup where you can either take them or not, and I sat there staring at the screen like an idiot. The transformation isn't just the character's. It's yours, because you keep clicking. You keep showing up to the appointments. The game knows that. The counselor knows that. And she's still smiling.