Queen of Spades

Sometimes when someone comes into the store, it is just so obvious what to do.
Sometimes when someone comes into the store, it is just so obvious what to do.
I couldn’t move, and I still didn’t know why. But the girl I had just met a tthe bar, was holding my face, “look at me” she said, and I had no choice but to look at her eyes. My eyes were fixated into hers. “Listen to me” she said, “You are Kat, my sweet lovable girlfriend Kat”, I couldn’t believe it, she wanted me to pretend I was her girlfriend?, “Why would I have to pretend? I am Kat” I thought.
Frank stumbled into the room, glancing back at the large muscular man who had been guarding it with his arms crossed. He looked around and saw a man in a grey robe sitting at a desk looking over some books.
Kyle sat down in his wife Mona’s body and sighed heavily.
I was playing on my ps4 to relax for a bit. I just ended cleaning my room so i think i deserved some free time. Just then my older sister came in. “Hey twerp. If you’re done here then go clean my room” She said. “No way! It’s your room, clean it yourself” I protested. My sister was always a bitch. She often blackmailed me to do her chores but lately i started to fight back and refused.
“Clean it little brother or else…” she took some kind of book in her hand “Or else what!” I wasn’t scared by her threats. “Or else this” She started to say some weird words, like she was chanting a magic spell. I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous ot looked.
Wendy watched as Rianne finished masturbating as she watched her own film debut and tried to process her new situation… Wendy couldn’t wait to watch that little slutty tramp try and deal with the changes Wendy had come up with. This was going to be great!
Peter couldn’t believe this was really happening to him. He felt ridiculous standing barefoot in his sister Katie’s college dorm with her panties hugging his smooth flat crotch…no, HER crotch, he corrected himself. He refused to accept this body and these panties and her stupid hair in any way as his own. “Katie, you can’t be serious,” he protested into his IPhone, pouting indignantly as his sister doubled over laughing in his former body on the FaceTime app. “What am I supposed to do now, order a pizza and take some Midol for the night?”
Wendy sat in her bedroom, relaxing after a long day of overseeing her subjects. She had just turned on her TV, which allowed her to spy on anyone she liked, and of course, she started with her favorite victim, Rianne, her half sister bimbo slut who had once been her step sisters asshole, bully of a boyfriend, but now was just a horny, airheaded blonde with tits bigger than her head, and Rianne was learning to regret treating women like pieces of meat, his sexist, chauvinistic ways and how he treated and thought of women were now his own nightmare prison. Rianne’s body was not only a super sexed up ridiculous wet dream fantasy but she also had to dress and act exactly as Ryan used to think a woman that looked like she did would. Wendy had added lot’s of fun extra wishes and orders and punishments, but she loved that basically, from her tiny, stripper outfits to her gigantic, basketball sized tits, from her super charged sex drive to her ditzy voice and the way Rianne’s thoughts were all transformed to fit his bimbo body, the former man’s views of women were what he now was. It was so perfect!
As Cary folded his arms around his new tits, he was struck with the inevitability of the situation. The brunette hair trickling down his neck was an unwelcome addition. The slippery feeling down below was beyond comprehension.
Simon war auf dem Weg zu einem Vorstellungsgespräch. Er wusste nicht genau, um was für einen Job es ging. In der Stellenanzeige stand nur, gute Bezahlung und eine abwechlungsreiche Tätigkeit.
Er erwartete nicht viel, aber anhören konnte er es sich ja mal. Er betrat das Bürogebäude. Die Empfangsdame begrüßte ihn und brachte ihn in ein großes Büro.