This choice: Tina decides to change you • Go Back... She began muttering some kind of chant while you stood there feeling helpless and mortified.
Your hair begins to get longer and turns a blonde brunette, your body morphs into a sexy hourglass figure while your face shifted about too making your lips fuller and your face extremely feminine.
(She continues to mutter)
Your pyjamas begin to shift about; your blue trouser legs stick to each other and begin to shorten and change into a skirt. Your top then morphs into a tight blouse which exposed your breasts A LOT!
(She then stops chanting)
You look at yourself and you scream in horror in your new soft girly voice. You try to retaliate but you fail somehow.
“Now I have a job set up for you and I think you are going to like it!” she says,
“What?!”' you drone.
“You are going to be a hooker!” she says smiling
You freeze with horror at the thought of how could someone get pleasure out of this! You immediately protest. “Ah-ah-ah-ah you have no choice I control you now!' she said.
For the first time in a long time you felt like crying but you held it back, you look at the clock it was 11am.
“But hookers don't come out at this time.” you protest.
She raised her eyebrows and clicked her fingers and it was night time, 11pm to be exact.
“You can’t make do this! I'm a man!” you scream.
“Not anymore you're not!' she said guiding you by the hand to her car.
You stood your ground and refused to get in the car.
“Oh for god’s sake, when are you going to get it into your thick head that I can control you?! Typical men!” she said.
Suddenly you were forced to get into the car and sit down and cross your legs. She started the car and drives you to the red light district.
While in the car you were frozen in a girly fashion. She stopped the car beside a lamp post. You got out of the car and swayed your hips as you walk towards the post.
For 10 seconds the control stopped and you could move freely on your own accord and returned to your slouched manly posture but she started to control you again. Your back straightened up and your shoulders pushed back making your breasts bulge out.
Then you leaned up against the pole with one leg resting against it. You were so cold but you couldn't shiver and your legs were ice cold too. You waited there for about 15 minutes when you saw a young woman walking down the pavement.
“Wanna have a good time for free, sugar?” you say, surprised and delighted at this comment. "Definitely! Come over to my car and we can talk!” she said lustfully. You made your way to her car, where she grabbed you, kissing your lips.
You felt amazing and expressed a silent thanks to God for this. "Okay, turn around!" she commanded. You did what she said and saw her take out a massive, sausage shaped instrument with silk like straps attached. You wanted to scream, but instead said. "Put it deep in me, babe!"
"That's the plan, princess!" she replied. She pulled down your skirt, exposing your lower body. "Well, well, someone is looking forward to this!" she declared. You hate Tina in ways, you can barely imagine.
"I'm a ready little beaver. Shove it as hard as you can into me!" Your heart pounds as she puts on the evil device. You want to close your eyes and go to a happy place, but instead shake yourself back and forth. "Here it comes!" roared the girl as she begins.
One hour later you were back at your lamp post. Tina laughs when she sees you. "How did your date go?" she taunted. She let you free for ten seconds and you screamed with disgust, rubbing your r***. Your so called date had been quite merciless.
"I guess she took a different root?" remarked Tina. You tense up, before that the familiar feeling came over you. Once again, Tina started to control you. After 45 minutes a car full of young black women pulled up in their car with the radio to the top. From the look of them, they were definitely same sex orientated stereotypes.
“Hey there, baby! How much?!” shouted the driver. She had cropped black hair, blue eyes and was wearing a large tank top that barely fit her. You smile uncontrollably after looking her up and down. “I will do anything for free, for a sexy girl like you!” you say seductively, shocked on the inside as you see w****, p****** and f****** with them.
All the women started to laugh and cheer with excitement as you climbed in the back seat. You were in this car for the rest of the night having submissive s** with each of the women. Each woman made you laugh and scream as they used their devices on you.
They also pounded away inside your orifices both individually as a team. Every part of you felt pain as the ladies made you theirs. It was the ultimate tag team as you were forced to experience every combination. "Take it, girly! Lick me now! Someone's giggly! Someone likes it!" were just a handful of the comments you got and most were far less pleasant.
The sun began to rise at six so you got out of the car and the women drove off. The control stopped and you fell to the ground with exhaustion as you began to cry. Your body was wracked in pain; there were marks over your new sensitive areas.
Tina pulled up in the car and led you into the back seat, “Now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end!” Tina says. "Please Tina! I'm so sorry! PLEASE!" you begged, bawling uncontrollably. "Honey, we are just getting started!" she declared.
"Now I will give you the choice. There are 3 options for you to experience. Since you have enjoyed dominating women, it's only fair you experience the reverse by walking in our thongs by submitting to them. Your choices are Bachelorette Party, Conjugal partner for a women's correctional facility or sexual victim for recovering abuse victims! Now choose!" she commanded.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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