Forced crossdressing Naruto : Part 5: The Traitor’s Eyes (Patreon)

I had never felt so ashamed in my entire life.

Back at Tsunade’s residence, I stood frozen in the middle of the room, still wearing the pale pink mini shorts and white top from earlier. My face was now fully made up: glossy bright pink lips, mascara, light eyeshadow, and a heavy blush that made my cheeks constantly burn with humiliation.

Tsunade closed the door and looked at me with clear satisfaction.

“Did you see Sasuke’s face?” she asked calmly. “He recognized you. But he still doesn’t understand what’s happening.”

I looked at her with wide, panicked eyes. “I want this to stop right now! Sasuke saw me like this!”

Tsunade approached, took my chin firmly, and forced me to meet her gaze.

“He won’t say a word. I’ve already handled it. Now, focus on yourself.”

She walked to the wardrobe and took out a light pastel pink dress with puffed sleeves and a ribbon tied at the waist.

“No… please, not a dress…” I whispered, my voice soft and trembling.

“You tried to run away. This is your punishment. Put it on.”

After long minutes of resistance, I gave in. The dress felt light, delicate, and far too feminine. Tsunade touched up my makeup, making my lips glossier and my eyes more defined. She brushed my shoulder-length blonde hair until it fell perfectly smooth.

“Look at yourself,” she ordered.

I stood there, one hand nervously holding the hem of the dress, the other lightly touching my hair — a naturally feminine and awkward pose.

The reflection shocked me. I looked like a real girl.

“I hate you…” I murmured, my voice high and shaky.

Tsunade placed her hands on my shoulders.

“You’ll learn to love it. Your body is already changing.”

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.

“Come in!” Tsunade called cheerfully.

The door opened… and Sakura stepped inside.

She froze instantly, eyes wide with shock as she saw me standing there in the pastel pink dress, fully made up, shoulder-length blonde hair perfectly styled.

“…Naruto?!”

Her voice was filled with disbelief.

I stood there in a feminine pose — legs slightly crossed, one hand gently holding the side of my dress, shoulders slightly hunched in embarrassment, cheeks burning under the makeup. My eyes were wide with surprise and horror.

Tsunade smiled proudly and rested a hand on my shoulder.

“This is Naruko. My new protégée. Isn’t she adorable?”

Sakura took a hesitant step closer, still staring in shock.

“What has she done to you…?”

And as I stood there, frozen in my feminine stance, heart racing, desperately wishing Sakura would save me, Tsunade added with a calm, dangerous smile:

“Sakura will be staying for dinner tonight… and she’s going to help me teach Naruko how to behave like a proper young lady.”