I'll admit it. I shouldn't have treated her badly. But what did I do to deserve this?

Suzanne was a liberal feminist. We got along quite well for a while. Until, I complemented her. I simply stated that she had a cute butt. Since then, we hadn't talked much.

One night while my parents were away, I got wasted. I went onto Instagram and began to comment on Suzanne's pictures.

"I want to fuck you in the ass and shove my shit covered cock into your mouth, you whore!"

She replied, " WTF, Ryan!!?!?!? I thought we were friends!"

"We were, until you ignored me!" Several minutes later I commented again. "I want your big fat butt in my face, bitch."

" please stop. Ur being an asshole!" she replied.

"Why don't you post your nudes? All the guys could finally stop fantasizing!"

"That's it," she types, "I have had enough of your harassment!" Suddenly I was blocked. I threw my phone down in frustration. Fuck that bitch anyway! I passed out on the couch.

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. I had a splitting headache. I groggily trudged to the door to open it. As I opened it, I saw Suzanne standing in my doorway.

"Oh shit, look sweetheart, I didn't mean..."

"Up bah bup... Don't say another word!" she said. With that, I struggled to speak. I desperately tried to scream but all that came out were s some soft squeaks.

"Ahh, much better. Now come with me." We began walking towards the center of my house. "Nice morning wood by the way!" she teased. I wanted to cover up my bulging erection, but my body only followed her will.

As we reached the living room, she spoke. "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. The way you treated me yesterday was completely rude. We used to be such good friends. I just don't understand where it all came from. You were very misogynistic and degrading. Please apologise."

I regained the ability to speak for a bit. "Fuck you, bitch. Let me go right now, or I swear to God I will fucking..." I was silenced again.

She sighed, "I really didn't want to do this. Unfortunately, I've got to make you respectful again. I think all of this testosterone is ruining the kind person I once knew."

I was instantly filled with fear. What was going to happen? She pulled out a long, purple dildo. I was intimidated. She took the large toy and tapped my lower back.

I slowly began losing height. Slowly, I reached the height she was at, about 5'1". She laughed, "Wow, it is nice to see your eyes for once." I looked in the mirror. I looked like a dwarf. My whole body had been compressed.

She took the dildo and tapped it against my face. My eyebrows thinned out. My nose grew petite. I felt my lips grow plumper. My eyelashes became long and luscious. My hair grew lighter and longer.

"Well, aren't you pretty?" She teased. I looked just like her. My entire face had changed to look like Suzanne 2.0. I was on the verge of tears.

"You're probably wondering what's happening. Well you see, I am going to make you live my life. You will see firsthand the troubles the average woman faces." I tried to break free of her hold. She began to giggle. "Oh, don't you just feel helpless. Kind of like you're out of control. Now you know what it's like to be a woman."

She took the dildo and touched my nipples. Instantly I felt my chest weaken. My pectoral muscles grew flabbier until there was nothing there. My nipples began to feel sensitive, growing very hard. Small mounds of flesh formed behind them. Soon, I had small boobs. After awhile, my bust measured at a B cup. My nipples still pointing.

"Oh my. You need a bra to support those breasts of yours," she stated. Suzanne removed her shirt. Underneath, she wore a red push-up bra. She unhooked it, exposing her youthful breasts. My small penis grew firm and my tip swelled at the sight of them. She hooked the bra to me, pushing my two boobs together. I felt so squeamish.

Suzanne touched the dildo to my arms. My arms got skinny and feminine. My hair disappearing. Finger nails lengthening, my hands grew tiny.

The next thing I know she was removing my pants. My underwear was discarded. She teased my rock hard cock by approaching it as though she would give me a blowjob. She proceeded to touch my feet. Slowly they shrunk to half their size. My nails became perfectly pedicured. My calves grew thicker. My thighs inflated, filling up with juicy fat. My legs were now hairless and soft.

Suddenly, Suzanne moved the dildo closer to my ass. She pressed the vibrate button and beckoned it towards my asshole. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a soft chuff. I felt the hard rubber penetrate me. Overwhelming pleasure swept over that area. In the mirror, I saw my hips expanding, doubling the length of my waist. My buttcheeks grew plump, concealing more and more of the rubber toy that was plunging into my anus. "Cute butt. Isn't this nice? After all, you always said you wanted my butt." She said, slapping my cheeks. I now had a pear shaped body. My hips and ass were huge. My prostate disappeared, causing pain to grip my ass.

She removed the dildo from my butt and beckoned it towards my junk. She touched the toy to my balls, which proceeded to shrivel up. "Say goodbye to that rude testosterone," she taunted. "Now let's say goodbye to mini-Ryan!"

She tapped my now limp penis. It lost two inches of length and now was the size of a baby carrot. She taunted until finally pressing the toy to my manhood. It was replaced by a vagina. I wanted to cry.

She said, "Open wide!" I opened my mouth, and she placed the 9-inch monstrosity down my throat. My Adam's apple disappeared. "Now speak!" she said, removing the shit covered vibrator.

"Hello, I'm Suzie!" I said in her voice. I screamed at the sound of my voice. Suzanne was estatic

"Excellent, now let's get you dressed." she placed a red thong over my new pussy. I was dressed up into a sexy red dress. It showed my cleavage and big thighs, flaunting my big ass and curves. She put me in five inch heels, causing me to have to balance.

"You are me now. For the next few months, I will influence your every decision. Disobey, and your period comes early." I was in so much fear. I wanted to cry.

She obviously saw my unhappiness. "Oh, don't cry," she comforted, "you'll learn to love it, and then you'll be able to be a free women. C'mon, you have a union meeting to go to."

She sent me down the street. As I walked, my heels clicked. I could feel my big butt swaying up and down. My cleavage bounced softly. I suppose I could do this, I thought as I wiped away a tear. Soon I gained confidence. My strides became less timid. My breasts shook more, my ass jiggling. I was a strong, smart woman. I was ready to take on the world.