Anyway, I was procrastinating on YouTube and found something that was cute. I made an adaption, but it could do with some improvement. (If any little sissies out there are poetically inclined.)

Natasha: The only way to get what you want is to become a woman yourself.

Sissy: Can you do that?

Natasha: My dear, sweet sitty. That’s what I do! It’s what I live for. To help unfortunate male folk—like yourself—poor souls with no one else to turn to.

Natasha [singing]:
I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty.
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.
But you’ll find that nowadays,
I’ve mended all my ways,
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch. [Me!]
True? Yes!

And I fortunately know a little magic.
It’s a talent that I always have possessed.
And here lately, please don’t laugh,
I use it on behalf,
Of the miserable, lonely and depressed.
Pathetic!

Poor unfortunate souls!
In pain,
In need.
This one longing to be thinner,
That one wants to be a girl,
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed.
Those poor unfortunate souls!
So sad,
So true.
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, “Help, Mistress, please!”
And I help them?
Yes, I do.

Now it’s happened once or twice,
Someone couldn’t pay the price,
And I’m afraid I had to rake ‘em ‘cross the balls.
Yes, I’ve had the odd complaint,
But on the whole I’ve been a saint.
To those poor unfortunate souls.

Natasha [speaking]: But we haven’t discussed the subject of payment.

Sissy: But I don’t have any–

Natasha: I’m not asking much, just a token, really, a trifle. What I want from you is…your penis.

Sissy: But without my penis, how can I–

Natasha: You’ll have your looks! Your pretty face! And don’t forget the importance of body language—ha!

Natasha [singing]:
The men up there don’t like a lot of blubber.
They think a girl who gossips is a bore.
So just lay down on your back,
And I’ll remove that silly sack.
And after all, dear, what is gender really for?

Come on, I’m not all that impressed with your little penis.
True gentlemen avoid them when they can.
But they dote and swoon and fawn,
On a lady who’s withdrawn,
It’s she who hides her nads who gets her man!

Come on, you poor unfortunate soul.
Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I’m a very busy woman,
And I haven’t got all day.
It won’t cost much
Just your cock!
You poor unfortunate soul.
It’s sad,
But true.
If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet,
You’ve got to pay the toll.
Take a gulp and take a breath,
And go ahead and sign the scroll!
Sandra, Sindy, [the only Pink Posse members I'm acquainted with] now I’ve got her, boys.
The boss is on a roll!
This poor unfortunate soul!

And no cumming.