Putty in my hands
You are a block of clay.
You remotely resemble yourself, but that won't last long.
My fingers massage into you, changing you. Changing your body into the perfect slave girl template.
From here I will be able to change you into anything I want... Changing your mind and body into whoever I want.
You're putty in my hands... because you want to be.
The trans version only differ from the cis versions, in that they recognize you might not start off with the body parts you end up with.