The Dominatrix

“Wait… hold on, hold on.” Mike protested. “This isn’t how it’s suppose to go. I’m suppose to…”

“No,” Oliver said, “I am in control, whether I’m a man or not.” Oliver, now brandishing a naked feminine figure, crawled on top of Mike. Oliver placed his–no, her–hands on Mike’s shoulder and pressed Mike down onto the bed.

“This isn’t how the spell was suppose to work.” Mike mumbled. Obviously, he pictured more dominant position in the new gender relationship he will be forming with his former bully. Oliver was now a great looking, a super-model bodied girl, and of course Mike thought his spell was successful when Oliver took off her clothes.

But not when Oliver still played Mike like his plaything. Mike thought about flipping the positions, but even as a girl Oliver easily overpowered Mike. Eh, the magic types don’t work against the brawn types very well. Oliver placed Mike’s aroused phallus into her new body, and started to move up and down.

“Girl or not, you’re still my bitch, Mike. Now fuck me like a man and make my enjoy my new body.”

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