Last choice? I don’t even remember making any other choices. I remember that Jack turned me into a girl using the remote, promised me it would only be a week, but then we got ready for this club and I was just so into it. I got all sexed up, danced with strangers, and then made love with Jack here in this bathroom. I remember all of that, but… when did I make any choices?
How do I decide between losing self control, forced love, a different attitude towards female sex, or losing my old male self entirely? I looked down at the cum on my breasts that Jack had left there, my pussy still throbbing from the stimulation.
“I…” I was unsure. But I knew I had to answer him. How could I possibly make this choice myself?
“I want to let you in on a little secret, Veronica. I have made you make choices before.” He said to me, while zipping his pants back up.
“You chose to wear sexy outfits. You chose to be a sexy dancer. You chose to get turned on by music.” He smiled. “You even chose to have sex with me.”
“But…” I couldn’t believe it. I sat, defeated. I knew my choice.
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A knock came at the bathroom door. I was still cleaning up from my last wild session with Jack. Tying my hair back into my favorite ponytail style, I noticed I still had some cum on my breasts. I took a quick wipe of it with my fingertip, and licked it with pleasure. “Well, Jack, thanks for the fun time. You were *quite* the wild ride.”
He looked at me, and pocketed his silly remote. I couldn’t believe he still carried that thing around. “Anytime, babe. I’m just glad you’re enjoying your time as a woman.”
I smiled naughtily at him as I left the bathroom. Of course I loved being a woman. It’s soooo much better than being a man. And of course the sex is wonderful. As I exited the bathroom, the guy on the other side of the door gave me a look up and down. He knew what I was up to in there, and I didn’t care.
I swayed back to the stranger I danced with earlier, who was still in the middle of the dance floor. I surprised him by wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck. I felt so alive tonight, and the music was helping.
“Heyyy, you’re in a good mood.” He turned and looked at me. I quickly leaned up into a kiss with him. I could tell he liked it, as he fondled my ass aggressively. I didn’t care that people were staring, we were the hottest people in the room.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in his ear, tugging it with my teeth. “You seem like a great fuck.”
He was only the second of four guys I’d fuck that night. I was going to be a real heart breaker.
