Enchantress makes you her bitch

You spend years vanquishing evil, slaying great beasts, and saving maidens. You’ve reached the peak of your physical prowess, the bards sing great epics about you and women throw themselves at you.
Only one day you encounter an enchantress who can strip it away with but a word, stripping away your size and years leaving you almost the polar opposite of your former masculinity. And with another, twist your mind, striping you of your will to resist her as she you the joys of your new form such as the soft flowing dresses you get to wear, all the things you can do with your long glossy hair, or the many uses of makeup and how to make yourself cute, pretty, or even downright sexy.
Until one day you realize she’s not making you enjoy it, you are. You love how men (and some women) turn their heads as you walk by. You love the envious whispers of women who can never hold a candle to your beauty. You love strutting down the street deceiving them, letting them all adore you femininity, never knowing about the last bit of masculinity the enchantress left you with dangling between your legs. And you love that motherly smile the enchantress has when she sees how much you're enjoying yourself.

Of course such wonderful lessons don’t come free, so in return the enchantress has you doing assorted chores around her house. Your tasks for the day typically involve cooking and cleaning, and while you never understood why she forbade you from wearing clothes in the house, you can’t help but feel a thrill whenever you can feel her eyes following your pert little ass as you scurry around. In the evening your task is much simpler, as she sits reading, you are to kneel between her legs with your head tucked under her skirt and slowly but steadily lick until she retires for the night. Your last chore is the easiest of all, you are to wait outside her room until she’s done bathing and has dressed herself in her night clothes. Only then are you allowed to join her in bed, your smaller, nude form cuddling into hers as she sings you a lullaby and gives you a good night kiss on the forehead. You drift off to sleep in the arms of your lovely enchantress.