Forced crossdressing Naruto Part 7 Pink Nails and Confessions (Patreon)

I had never imagined a pajama party could be such refined torture.

Sitting on the bed in my short pink babydoll nightgown, legs tightly pressed together, with my hair tied in a high ponytail, I watched Sakura with a mix of shame and desperate hope. She was holding a small manicure kit that Tsunade had left for us.

“Tsunade-sama said we have to do our nails…” Sakura murmured, looking uncomfortable.

I shook my head, my cheeks burning. “Sakura… please don’t. I’m begging you. I’m still Naruto. Not… this.”

She hesitated for a long moment, then sat down in front of me. Her eyes scanned my appearance: the short silky nightgown, the makeup, the ponytail.

“I know it’s you… but you’ve really changed. Your hair, your voice, the way you move…” She looked down. “It’s disturbing.”

Sakura took my hand despite my protests and began applying a glossy light pink polish to my nails with careful strokes. Each brushstroke made me feel like I was losing another piece of my masculinity.

“Stop…” I whispered, my voice cracking. Tears threatened to fall.

“I can’t refuse Tsunade-sama,” she replied softly. “But… I won’t hurt you.”

The silence grew heavy. While she finished painting my nails, I felt a strange warmth rising inside me — not pleasure, but a mix of resignation and deep humiliation.

When she was done, she looked at my hands with their shiny pink nails and murmured:

“You’re… strangely cute like this. If I didn’t know it was you, I wouldn’t have recognized you at all.”

Her words hit me like a knife. I pulled my hand away sharply and stood up, nervously tugging at the hem of my short nightgown.

“I want to go back to normal… I want all of this to stop. Sakura, please help me convince Tsunade.”

Sakura lowered her eyes, looking conflicted. “I… I’ll try talking to her. But she seems really determined. She says it’s for your own good and for the village.”

Suddenly, the door opened. Tsunade appeared, a satisfied smile on her face.

“So girls? How’s it going?”

She approached and took my hand to inspect my long pink nails.

“Very pretty. Tomorrow we’ll go for a brighter shade. And Sakura…” She turned to her. “I’d like you to come back every evening this week. Naruko needs a close friend to train her to be a proper young lady.”

My heart sank.

Tsunade stroked my high ponytail and whispered in my ear:

“You’re already getting used to it, aren’t you? Tomorrow morning, we’ll measure your body. I want to see how much the serum is starting to change your figure.”

And as I stood there frozen, my long pink nails shining under the light, Tsunade added with a worrying smile:

“Oh, and I have a surprise for the day after tomorrow… The three of us are going out into town. Dressed as girls, of course.”