Vincent was walking through woods near his apartment when he found a ring, "Woah, this looks pretty coo..." he slipped it on his finger and in seconds, a bright blinding light flashed in his eyes. When the light dimmed, he looked around and something seemed different but he didn't see it at first. He looked around and put his hands up, his fingers were thinner and his nails were painted pink and red.

"What the...WOAH!" He spoke and heard a feminine voice. He then felt long hair touching his shoulders and reached up to find long blonde hair. Vincent looked down and saw two giant breasts on his chest and a tiny waist barely covered by a pink dress.

"How the...I'm a girl?" his voice was so different, sexy and sultry. He squeezed his new boobs and felt a jolt of pleasure from his sensative nipples. "Holy...these are...wow..."

Vincent looked at that ring and slipped it off his finger, suddenly he saw that bright light again and in a moment he stood in the same spot with his old body. "Wow! How on earth did this thing do that?!" He looked around and got a wicked idea.

Running to his apartment, he locked his door and held the ring in his hand. With excitement, he slipped the ring on again.
A bright light then he looked down and saw that sexy body again, "Ohmygosh! This.Is. Amazing." he giggled a little and ran to his bathroom mirror and stared in awe. He looked at a blue eyed big breasted perfect looking woman in his own reflection, "I'm so hot!"

Sliding his hands down his body, he brushed over his crotch and yelped, "My...I have a...a..."
He felt nothing hard down there and instead he had a vagina, he was a complete woman.
He snuck a hand under and touched his pussy lips, a sly erotically electric look came across his face as his feminine fingers slid inside a little. With the other hand, he squeezed his breast and a soft moan escaped his pouty lips. "Ohmygawd..."

Vincent looked in the mirror and sighed, his reflection turned him on like nothing else and he slid his fingers deep inside his now wet pussy, "...fuck...me..." those words seemed so right as he watched his lips form words and he felt so sexual.

He pulled his dress up and over his head, it hit the floor and he marveled at the size of his naked tits. They were so big and perfectly round, he pulled one up to his lips and kissed it, leaving a red stain from his lipstick, " Holy fucking shit." he whispered and grabbed the dress.
He pulled it back on and calmed down, "This is too much. I gotta..." just as he was talking to himself, he heard something in the living room. Without thinking, he walked to the other room and a man was standing there with a gun in his hand, "Get on the ground, fucking bitch! I will shoot the fuck outta you if you don't listen to every goddamn word I say!"

Vincent dropped to the ground and didn't know what to say. The man looked over the female body laying on the ground, "Holy fuck, I knew this was a good idea. Damn, baby, you a model or something?" Vincent was panicking and tried to calm down, "I'm no a mdel, I'm actually..."
The man cut him off, "Goddamn cunt, say one more motherfuckin word and I'll kill you. Get those damn tits out and let me see'em." He said and Vincent stood up in the most clumsy way he'd ever been. He stood up and slid his dress up, "P p please don't kill me..." the man smiled and grabbed Vincent's hair.

"Shut that fuckin mouth, dumb Bimbo." He pulled Vincent close to him and squeezed his giant breasts and wrapped his arms around Vincent. "Are you some kinda Barbie Doll? Goddamn, you are. C'mon, Barbie, lick those fuck lips for daddy." Vincent was in tears and awkwardly licked his lips, "You don't understand, man...I'm..."

The man smacked him right across the face, a scream came out of Vincent's lungs and tears flowed as fear and pain seemed to make him feel the way he looked. Normally, Vincent was in control a lot more than at that moment. He held his face and trembled. The man grabbed him by his hair again and pulled Vincent harshly close to him.

The man quietly laughed an evil laugh and kissed Vincent slowly. Then he pulled something from his pocket, "You scared, weak little bimbo? Don't worry, in a few seconds you'll be begging to fuck your new daddy." He held a necklace up and let the light make it seemingly glow. Vincent didn't think and looked at it, stopping him in his tracks. He stared at it and within seconds, he couldn't think of anything at all.
"Rub your cunt, slut." the man said and watched as Vincent's hand uncontrollably slid down his thighs and began massaging his pussy. Heavy breaths came out of him and before long, Vincent was fighting back moans as he brought himself to an orgasm.

"You...can't...do...this...I'm...a..." Vincent tried so hard to say something but the man cut him off.
"Shut that slutty fuckin mouth. The only thing you can say is 'Yes Daddy', you got that bitch?"

Vincent took a deep breath, ready to yell or say something mean but all that came out of his pouty soft lips was, "...yu-yes daddy." His hands covered his mouth in shock and the man laughed again.

"Good, baby. Now can we sit down, have a cigarette and relax?" the man seemed to instantly become more refined and educated sounding.
"Yes...daddy." Vincent replied, not wanting to agree. The man took a pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights out and held one out to Vincent, "Go ahead and take it, Barbie."

Vincent tried hard not to move but the words, "Yes daddy." forced it's way from his mouth and he reached out and took it. "Good girl. Here..." he held a lighter up and watched his victim put it between his lips.

"Mmm baby, you look goddamn good sucking on that. I'll bet you'd like to suck on something a little bigger too...wouldn't you?" Vincent sucked on his cigarette and calmly answered, "Yes daddy."
"You want a nice juicy cock to suck on don't you, Barbie?" the man said with a smile.
"Yes, Daddy." Vincent answered before sucking on his cigarette.

"You're a fucking hot little slut. You'll show me your tits...won't you?" he said.
Vincent's hands started moving before he could even respond, "Yes, Daddy."

He held up the dress he was wearing, exposing two giant breasts with two erect nipples.
"Fuckin damn, baby. C'mere and let me touch those tits." Vincent began moving closer to the man who broke into his house and replied, "Yes, Daddy."

He squeezed Vincent's breast very hard, making him wince in pain and squeal a little. Then the man laughed as he saw Vincent's pain and leaned forward, "Aww did that hurt you, ya dirty slut? I'll bet you liked that, ya dumb cunt. Didn't you like yer Daddy taking control and grabbin them titties?"

Vincent spoke through shudders of pain, "Yes, Daddy." He squeezed them both and pushed them together, this time shaking his breasts mimicking jerking his dick off between them.

"Mmm baby. Ok I think you're conditioned enough. You can speak and think freely again. But do not raise your voice to your daddy."
Vincent shook his head and moved his lips, "Oh my gosh, thank you for letting me out of that spell, Daddy. Please let me go." his hand covered his mouth as he realized he called the man daddy even though he wasn't forced to.

"Aw babe, we're just getting started. Why don't you kneel down in front of Daddy, can you do that for me?" he said and Vincent quickly answered, "No way, Daddy...I won't... shouldn't..." he dropped to his knees right in front of the man.
The man unzipped his pants and he leaned forward, "Give Daddy a kiss, Barbie Bitch."

Vincent gave the man an angry look and started to say, "You think I'm gonna kiss you, Daddy? I would never...I can't...I don't want...to..." he suddenly felt a desire to obey his Daddy and that desire turned into a need. Vincent sat up and felt his pouty soft lips touch the man's.
A melting feeling came over Vincent, who began to forget that he wasn't the beautiful woman he looked like. As their tongues linked together,

Vincent started massaging his breasts and moaning softly. "That's right, Barbie, get into it. Play with those titties for Daddy."
She started squeezing her breasts and pushing them out for her Daddy to watch, she sucked on her cigarette and blew smoke all around her tits.

Daddy slid the necklace around his own neck and leaned forward, "Goddamn those titties are nice, babygirl. How bout you rub my dick with them?"

Barbie guided his cock out of his pants and replied, "Yes, Daddy." She started stroking it and looked up, "Why am I obeying you, Daddy?"
"Because, sweetie, you're my new fuck toy."

Trying as hard as she could, Barbie felt the words forcing themselves from her pouty sexy lips, "Yy...y...yesss...da...ddy..." she slid his cock between her titties faster, only slowing down to suck on her cigarette and blow smoke around it.

"Damn baby, you eager to take it? Well, I can help you there. Lay the fuck on your back, bitch." Barbie wanted to refuse and hit that man, she wanted to scream and run but slowly Barbie lowered her body to the ground and ended up on her back. "Ohmygawd...yes daddy." He climbed down and leaned on her, his mouth hovered over her breasts.

Barbie was so mad, she went to yell but all that came out was a moan. She watched closely as his tongue snuck out and pushed her nipple, she reached down to stop him but her hand landed on the back of his head gently. All of a sudden he started kissing all over her breasts, Barbie tried to think but it felt so good she smiled and moaned, "Ohmygawd, daddy..."

She put her hands on his shoulders and had a thought, she loved feeling him kissing her and playing with her body. For a second she realized that was so wrong but he squeezed her breasts together and sucked hard on both nipples at once and she could barely breathe as pleasure filled her.

Then he stopped abruptly and laughed, "Mmm baby. I knew you'd fall for me if you got to know me." he kissed her lips and whispered, "You're gonna love coming home with me, Pumpkin." Barbie gave him a terrified look.

"What do you mean, coming home with you? I can't...I can't go with you..." her pleasure had turned to fear instantly as she realized the man had a strange complete control over her even though she did not want to do anything he commanded.
"I'm not sure if I want you as my maid or my masseuse...or just the piece of fuck meat I play with when ever I want. What do you think? What would you rather be?"

Comment what you'd like to hear her say to him, the next chapter will be based on what you vote for her to do or say next.

Vincent was sitting in his living room, watching movies while his wife was away till the next morning when he heard a knock at the door. Opening it a little bit, he saw a woman standing there looking confident and very pretty.

"Hi, I'm Celeste. May I talk to you for a few minutes? she said calmly. Vincent was awestruck by her beauty and tried his hardest to ignore how sexy she looked. She looked right at his eyes and he knew she'd catch him looking at her body so he looked back into her's.

"Umm, well I've got some...thing...ye-yeah, I can talk for a minute, I guess..." he seemed to somehow be drained of his confidence. He stared into her eyes as she smiled "Thank you, hun. May I come in?" He opened the door, excited that this gorgeous woman was entering his house.
"I am here to show you something that I'm trying to build up. Do you have a laptop?" she spoke.

"Yes, I'll get it." he walked into the next room and brought it over to her. She typed a website out and sat it on the coffee table. "This site will take a minute or two to load, would you mind if I use your bathroom while it gets set up?" he nodded his head and pointed her toward it.
She walked away and he watched her trail off into the other room. Suddenly her voice filled the room from the web page, she softly hummed and sang a sweet song. Vincent was staring in her direction until a bright color seemed to glow on the screen. He looked for a second and it seemed to be flowing pink and very slowly the pink turned into red.

Vincent noticed there was a wavy sensation in the color and the red seemed to transition into purple, then dark blue. The waviness started to flow and made him feel like he was in the wave, he started to rock in rhythm with the waving.

Celeste walked back in the room, finding Vincent staring intently at the computer screen. Her voice on the site was soothing him deeper into a trance. She gently caressed his neck and leaned down, "...relax...so empty..." Vincent barely moved, he just stared at the screen as the colors melted from one to another.

A pulsating sound grew louder and louder and he started to feel it inside his body. it sounded like a slow beat and his chest felt like it was beating with it. He was kneeling on the floor in front of the computer and she sat on the couch right behind him, she reached around and massaged his chest. He felt the pulsating in his head too, he didn't care about anything but watching the screen though.

Celeste pulled his hair out of his face and watched it slowly grow longer as the pulsating sounds and the video took hold of Vincent's mind and body. He felt so relaxed that he couldn't even muster the strength to care what was going on.

A picture started to form in the colors, a woman's face. She smiled and Vincent felt his mouth form a smile in unison. Through the soft song and the beating sounds, he heard the woman giggle a little. A soft sigh escaped his lips then a giggle followed, the same pitch as the woman on the screen. With each beat, Celeste's hand filled up with flesh through his shirt. His chest was expanding and rounding out, his hair was growing longer and his skin was becoming smoothe and soft. His pouty lips couldn't resist smiling as the woman on the screen took all of his attention.

Celeste sat behind him and whispered into his ear, "...feels good to let go..."

"...feels...good...to let...go..." he repeated.

She whispered again, "I'm so pretty."

He repeated, " I'm...so...pretty..."

"I'm such a good girl." she let her words drift into his ear.

"...such a good...girl..." those words fell from his full lips and seeped into his mind.

With Vincent fully caught up in the website, Celeste lit a cigarette. She could tell by his house that he wasn't a smoker but she knew there was nothing he could do to stop her from anything. She leaned forward and began typing something, giggling as Vincent stared blankly and smiled with his ultra feminine face.

Celeste kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Be a good girl and blow a kiss to the screen." Vincent thought that was so silly, his hand raised to his lips and with a giggle, he puckered up and blew. Celeste typed again.

"Honey, they want to see you put your lipstick on. Here." she took a lipstick out of her purse and Vincent wasn't sure who she was talking about or why she wanted him to put his lipstick on, but he took it. He didn't know how to disagree with her so he slid the bright red lipstick across his full lips, mashed his lips together and smiled at the computer. A chat on the left side of the screen erupted with small amounts of money being donated by strangers.

Celeste typed again and laughed, "Honey, they love you. They wanna know your name. Hmm...I think I'll call you...Candi. They'll love that."
Vincent watched her type and then she continued, "Aww Candi, they love you. You're so beautiful." Celeste massaged Vincent's shoulders and whispered, "They want to see Candi lift her shirt up. They're going to pay big money for you to lift your shirt up." Very slowly, Vincent tried to protest but his hands gripped the bottom of his shirt and he raised it up.

He watched the chat light up with donations and compliments,
"It feels so good to be loved, doesn't it?" Vincent slowly realized the chat was full of adoration for him. Saying how beautiful, sexy and cute

Candi was seemed to be euphoric for Vincent and he smiled at the screen.

"Oooh, they want to see Candi big boobs together...they love you so much and want you. Please them, babygirl"

Celeste leaned back in the couch and made a phone call while Vincent looked at the screen. He3 smiled a goofy smile and genty massaged his chest, he slowly started squeezing more and more. His breasts were full and very large as he squeezed them together and moaned. He mashed his nipples together and watched the chat go crazy.

"Will you marry me?"

"I love you!"

"You're so beautiful, Candi."

"Be my girlfriend!?"

Vincent read them and felt so pretty and so loved that he forgot to care about anything else. He blew another kiss at the screen and kept reading the chat.

"I want your sexy body."

"I wanna lick some Candi."

"Lick your nipples baby."

He giggled as he read more of the dirty comments. Scooping up his massive breasts, he stared into the screen as his tongue flicked and caressed his puffy nipple. The people in the chat gave money one after another and complimented Candi's beautiful body. She kept massaging and licking her breasts, more comments came. All she could think was she wanted to please them.

"Smoke a cigarette, babygirl."

"Blow smoke on those fucking tits, hunny."
Candi didn't smoke so she shook her head no and kept trying to tease the commentors.
"I wanna see them titties bounce. I'll give 200 dollars."
Candi giggled and smiled at the screen, pulled her long blonde hair back and bounced up and down. Celeste leaned forward, nibbled on

Candi's ear and whispered, "You want to please your audience, right?"

"Yes." Candi replied and Celeste put her cigarette to Candi's lips and said, "...suck in..." Candi sucked in and took it between her fingers.

Without thinking, she squeezed her breasts together and blew smoke around them, then she blew another kiss at the screen.
"They love you, Candi. They all want you." Celeste said as she watched the sexy woman fondle her breasts for the people in the chat. A big smile took over Candi's face and she sucked on the cigarette again.

The door opened and a man walked in, Celeste pointed at Candi. The man stood next to the cam girl and dropped his pants. "Candi, sweetie, you have an oral fixation. You can't help but stuff something in your mouth. And a big titted slutty bimbo with an oral fixation can't help sucking a big beautiful cock when she sees one."

Candi sucked slowly on her cigarette, completely unaware that she wasn't a smoker, turned and blew smoke toward the man's dick. "Ohmygod, I shouldn't like want to suck that beautiful perfect cock...but I just can't...I can't help myself. I just need a taste..." Candi moved closer to the man's long hard dick and with every centimeter she got closer, a burning need to taste it and feel it and please him and put on a great show grew stronger.

The very tip of it grazed her lips and she felt lime she was going to explode with desire. Slowly her lips spread a little more and a little more. Candi's tongue finally made contact with the man's cock and her hand involuntarily reached up and held his shaft like a microphone as she caressed his head.

Celeste leaned forward and watched the chat explode with donations and comments about how hot Candi is.
Candi licked and sucked his dick with such joy, only stopping to suck on her cigarette. Then one person in the chat posted, "How much is she worth?"

And another said, "Mail order bride? I'll buy her." Celeste posted in response, "Let the bidding begin, boys and girls." While Candi pleased the strange man, Celeste watched the bidding go higher and higher. When the bidding slowed down, Celeste messaged the man who had the highest amount and gave him the address and to her surprise, he was not far away. The man transferred the money to her and exited the chat.
Celeste told the man Candi was pleasing to back away and she paid him. "Wait, honey! I, like...want more." Candi said longingly. Celeste handed her another cigarette and said, "Relax, sweetheart. That was just the entree, the real meal is on it's way. Your new husband is on his way and he's gonna want his money's worth."
Candi was confused, "His money's worth?"She picked up her shirt and pulled it over her head and chest. Unable to stop, she sucked on her cigarette and was about to get up when Celeste typed something on the computer. The screen started glowing again and Candi's thoughts quickly melted away. Celeste put a picture on the screen and whispered in to Candi's ear, "Look at that picture, princess. That is the man of your dreams, your knight in shining armor. Don't you just love him?" Candi examined the picture, unsure that he was the man for her.
As her eyes took in the picture, she felt herself liking every inch of him. The screen kept glowing and Candi started to want to like him more and more.

"His perfect smile, the way he parts his hair...you're falling in love, honey." Celeste gently ran her finger along Candi's neckline and cooed into the helpless woman's ear. "You're weak in the knees because of him. You'll do anything for him. You love him so so much."
Candi suddenly imagined him kissing her and holding her and looking into his eyes as she pleased him. Celeste walked away while Cnadi fantasized, there was a knock at the door, "Hello there. Are you Jon? She's dying to meet you. I showed her your picture and she is in love."Jon followed her to the other room where Candi was staaring at the picture of the man of her dreams.

"Hi there, Candi. It's me, Jon." he said softly, she turned around and saw him. A stunned look came over her and he put his hand out. She put her's in it and stood up, with the strongest pull she'd ever felt in her life she magnetically clung to him. Jon's hands slid down to her ass and she giggled a little. She backed up and looked into his blue eyes, her arms slung around his neck. Candi was trying to think of something to say but she could only sigh and stare lovingly into his eyes.
His face moved forward and he kissed her gently and sweetly, his tongue parted her prefect lips and her heart seemed to beat out of her chest.
Celeste shut the computer down and put her things away then walked up behind Candi, "That's your man, Candi. He wants to make love to you. Don't you want him so bad?"

Candi looked into her man's eyes and finally spoke, "I want you so bad, baby. Make love to me..." Jon leaned in and kissed her for what felt like eternity and not long enough at the same time. They seperated, held onto each other and she giggled, "I think you smeared my lipstick, honey." Jon kissed her cheek and whispered, "Your lips look amazing, babe. Let's go so we can...get to know each other better."
Candi smiled and they walked toward the door holding hands, Jon opened the door to see the morning sun. Candi loved being led by her man as he made his way out the door and down the steps. And just as they were leaving, a woman was walking to the door. She looked increasingly confused and angry.

Celeste stepped out, watching Jon guiding his new future wife into his car, and lit a cigarette.

"Umm excuse me? Hi, who the hell are you and why are you in my house?"

Celeste laughed and looked at the disgruntled woman, "Are you the wife?"

"The wife!? Yes I'm the damn wife and you are the bitch, leaving MY house right now." she walked toward the door and Celeste blocked the door. She was about to explode but as her rage filled eyes met Celeste's something strange happened. Vincent's wife, Jessika, felt her confidence and angry drain from her in a matter of seconds.

My dear, your husband wanted me to show you a website. Come in and I'll set it up." Jessika reluctantly let Celeste lead her in to the living room, put the laptop down and turned it on.

One morning, Vincent woke up very early. He wasn't used to getting up so early but for some reason he found his eyes opening around 8am and sitting up. He looked out the window, saw the sun shining on he porch and yawned. Vincent then stood up and felt an odd bounce in his step, he couldn't quite figure out what that feeling was but he didn't feel like questioning it too much.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled the top drawer open, something strange made him gasp. The top drawer was full of bras, panties and pantyhose. He thought it was some kind of joke, he shut that and looked through the next drawer, there were skirts and feminine tops. The next drawer was filled with soft and girly socks.

"What is...going on here..." he mumbled and laughed a little. He thought his friends must have switched his clothes as a joke. "Greg? Is this your work? Jack?" as he spoke those words, he noticed something more serious, his voice was higher and sounded different. "Hello. Hello. What is wrong with my voice?" he said and touched his throat, moving his hair out of the way in the act.

Vincent looked around and saw his own things in the room, he wasn't in someone else's room. He touched his hair then and realized it was very long, he slowly looked down and screamed a high pitched woman's scream. He let go of his hair and looked down, discovering breasts and a thin frame under him.

"What...is...happening...?" he said in his feminine voice and quickly went to his phone, he searched through his contact list but didn't recognize anyone's names. "What? Who are all these...who's Jennifer? Who's Tess? Who the hell is Babe?" as Vincent was searching through his phone, a voice came from behind him.

"Well well well, I see you're up early." Vincent twirled around swiftly and saw his exgirlfriend standing there smiling. "How ya feelin, princess?" she said sarcastically.

"Renee? What are you doing here?! Why...what are you doing?" he said and she laughed loudly. "Aww what's the matter, sweetheart? Not feelin like yourself?" he took a step toward her and she waved her hand.

He stopped and suddenly watched Renee grow very tall. He looked up and realized she didn't grow but he shrank about 6 inches. "What just happened?" he said and she laughed again, "You were too tall for your own good." she waved her hand again and Vincent looked at his hands, he was instantly holding a purse. He looked back up at her, so confused.

"You look so cute, all scared and weak. Remember whe you broke up with me? That fucked with my head for a while. And I'm not a witch you want to fuck with..." Vincent gave a nervous sigh and she continued, "So now it's my turn to fuck with your head. I put you under a spell, you're a woman for the next 12 hours."

Vincent took another step toward her and froze, he looked down to see his breasts grow a full cup size, from D to E. "I wouldn't try to fight this if I were you. Every time you try to do anything bad, you will change a little. Ditzier, dumber, prettier...more fuckable. Better be good."
Vincent dropped to his knees then sat down, "...why..."

"Paybacks are a bitch and so am I, honey. You're lucky I feel a littel bad for you. So here's the rules that I didn't have to tell you, you have to live for the next 12 hours as Penny Chambers. If you don't make any mistakes, you'll go back to normal and you can choose to forget any of this even happened. Oh and you better stay a virgin, if you don't you're stuck in this body. You'll know what's going on but you won't be able to control anything ever again." She then started walking out and magically faded into thin air.

"Wait! A virgin? Where'd you go, Renee?" She was gone and Vincent sat there, not sure what to do. Just then in his tiny hand, his phone buzzed. He got a text from 'Babe' that said, "I'll be there in 15 minutes, babe. Hope you're ready for the best one year anniversary date ever."
Vincent sat there and said, "There is no way I'm going on some anniversary date with anyone!" and as he said there, Renee's voice floated in the room. "Get ready for your date...or else..." He heard that and suddenly his body moved on it's own. He walked over and picked out clothes: a beige bra, a pink sweater, a black skirt and white socks with frills on the top, pink and black hair ties that he pulled his hair into pigtails with and then Vincent finally slipped into pink high heels. He picked up his purse and reached in, taking out lipstick and lip gloss. He applied them both heavily and Renee's voice again seemed to softly ease into the room, "Now your lipstick won't smudge...even kissing won't remove it. Have a great night, darling."

He smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror and then suddenly he was in control of his body again, "Ohmygosh, what did you do to me?" he said and got no answer.

There was a beep and he looked out the window, there was a jeep in front of his house. He made his way down stairs and walked out the front door.

A woman was driving and waved, "C'mon babe! Let's go!" Vincent smiled and thought to himself, "This could be fun." as he jumped in. The movement of his new body seemed so odd as he now had big breasts and his hips were so much wider. He noticed the difference in just about every way.

"You ready for a great day?" the woman said as she sped off. Vincent responded, "What you got planned? I'm up for just about anything." They drove for a while and came to a place that looked like a brick building and a plain looking door. Vincent wasn't sure what to think, the two women walked through the door and to his surprise it was a giant strip mall.

"I knew you'd love this place, there's so much to do. We can do a little shopping, there's a great shoe store you're gonna love and then we can see a show and there's a few great places to eat." Vincent looked around and saw a dress store. For someone who had never been dress shopping before, he sure felt excited to go in there.

They both strolled over and entered the dress store, the woman looked through a few racks and pointd out a few dresses that she thought Penny might like, all of them were pink or purple. Vincent was trying not to seem out of character for Penny so he looked through a rack of dresses, he saw a dress that was pink with black stripes and hearts on it. He picked it up off the rack and looked up for a fitting room.

He wasn't really sure why he was doing that but he went in and pulled it on, looking in the body mirror, he loved how it fit and made his body look. He stepped out and the woman smiled, "Ohmygawd Penny, you look so pretty in that. I'm not sure if I'm jealous of you or happy for you. You look so damn good." Vincent was so happy to hear that, he kinda forgot he wasn't Penny for a few moments. "Thanks, babe."

The woman kissed Vincent's cheek and he walked to the line and paid for the dress. The next place they went was the shoe store, the woman led Vincent in and instantly, he saw a pair of high heel boots. "These are so me. Ooh and these, I like these too. Oh wow, I like these too." he must have picked up ten pairs of heels. The woman giggled, "I knew you'd absolutely love it here." she turned and dropped her purse, Vincent quickly helped her pick her stuff up. He grabbed her credit card and saw the name on it, Brittany Verona.

He also picked up a pack of cigarettes and a makeup mirror and handed everything to Brittany. Vincent and Brittany looked at seemingly every show in the store, each woman finding three pairs they decided to buy. They paid and walked out, holding hands.

Brittany then led Vincent over to what looked like a club, they walked in and sat at a table. Brittany took out a cigarette and lit it, "You want one, babe?" Vincent wasn't sure what to do, he never smoked but guessed that Penny was a smoker. He shook his head and Brittany looked confused at him. "You alright? These are your favorite cigarettes." he grew nervous and said, "Maybe I'll have one later." Brittany accepted that and sucked on her's.

The lights were dim and romantic in the club, Brittany took Vincent's hand and kissed it, "Babe, I'm really happy we've been together for a year now. You make me so happy...and I hope I make you happy too."

Vincent looked her in the eyes and responded, "Britt, you make me so so happy. I'm so lucky every minute I'm with you." Brittany leaned in and slowly kissed Vincent. Her hand found his soft cheek and her other hand gently touched his thigh. His mind began racing and he felt dizzy with butterflies in his stomach.

Vincent released himself from her kiss to whisper, "I love you, baby." Brittany responded by nodding her head, "I love you too, Penny." She sucked on her cigarette and kissed Penny again slowly. Penny's eyes were closed as Brittany stopped kissing her, Penny was frozen with pleasure.

Brittany raised her cigarette to Penny's lips, she sucked in. Her hand involuntarily moved and took hold of the cigarette, she held it and blew smoke straight up in the air. Brittany laughed as she watched Penny give in, "I knew you'd want one eventually, Bitch. You're so gawddamn hot when you smoke." Penny looked at her girlfriend and couldn't move when she felt her hand sneaking between her thighs. As Brittany's fingers graced Penny's panties, her breath became shortened and a gasp escaped her lips.

"Ohmygawd, wait..." Penny whispered but before she could finish her words, Brittany kissed her and pushed her panties aside. Brittany's finger slid inside her and she massaged her from the inside. Penny kissed back and wrapped ehr arms around Brittany, "We shouldn't...ya know...do this. Not here..." Brittany laughed a little between kisses, "Why not, baby? We can put on a show..."

Penny pushed Brittany's hand away from her thighs, "No, wait...please, let's just wait." Brittany gave a sly look and stood up. "C'mere." she took the red faced aroused woman's hand and they both walked toward the back.

Brittany came to a door and opened it, inside there was a room. It was decorated with a lot of pink and purple and had a bed and a tv and a fireplace. Penny, still holding that cigarette, looked around in shock. "What is this?" without answering, Brittany guided her over to the bed and began kissing her. Penny treid to stop her but with each kiss, her attempts weakened til she gave in and vigorously kissed back.
Brittany's lips moved to Penny's neck and she could only moan, Brittany pulled Penny's shirt up and revealed two giant breasts. Penny sucked on her cigarette as Brittany began kissing her boobs, unclasping it with no resistance...

"Why are you calling me? I don't want to talk to you." Vincent said into his phone before hanging up and getting on the train. His ex girlfriend has been trying to get back with him for so angry and knew that he had to pass through her town on his way to work, he sat as far from sight as possible. He got close and he decided he absolutely couldn't be with her ever again.

He was two texts from her, the first one was a picture of her face and the second one said, "Get off in Denver St. Walk to my house. Go in and go to my bedroom."

He saw the train slowing down at the Denver St stop and he felt himself standing up, "What on earth am I doing?" he said to himself as he stepped off the train. It sped off and Vincent began walking, seemingly unable to stop or realize what he was doing. He walked to the block she lived on and saw her front door.

"I can't...I can't do this." he felt every negative emotion and every horrible memory come back as he stepped forward. "Shoot...this is so dumb." he'd worked so hard to get over her and get through all she had put him through and here he was so near her house again. He ad no idea why he listened to her text but he opened the door and walked in, going straight to her room.
There, laying on her bed was the woman who had hurt Vincent so bad in the past. He looked at her and felt the anger rise up in his stomach, just about to explode out of his lips when she stood up and hugged him tightly. He at first flinched, thinking she was going to hit him or attack then he felt her giant breasts touching his chest and her soft hands caressing his back and he uncontrollably relaxed a little.

"I didn't come here to hug you or fix things..." He said quietly and confidently. She backed up and looked sad. "I came here to tell you to your face it's over. Please stop texting me, please let me live my life." she sat on her bed and looked up at him.
"There's gotta be something..."

"There's nothing you can do, nothing. We aren't ok, we never will be." he sat next to her and looked into her eyes, "I don't want to be mean to you, I'm not doing this to hurt you. I just need to, no WE need to move on." he stood up and turned to walk out.
"Wait, can you do one more thing for me? Please?" she said to Vincent as his back was to her.
"What, Renee?" Vincent refused to turn and face her. "Sleep." she whispered.

"Sleep? What?" he said and something poked him in his neck and suddenly he couldn't control his own body and he fell back. He looked up and saw her holding a needle in her hand just before his eyes shut and he slipped into a dream.

Renee stood over her now comatose exboyfriend and grabbed him, pulling him up onto her bed. "I didn't want to have to fucking do this. You gave yourself no choice though. We could have just had a civilized calm talk, but no, you had to try to be tough. Had to say no...to me."
She took a rope from her drawer and tied his hands tightly, wrapping the rope down around his feet next. She then took another rope and secured him to her bed frame and then wrapped a blanket around him and tied that down to firmly keep him from being able to get away.
She then took his phone and called his work, "Hi, this is Vincent's girlfriend. I'm sorry to say he won't be coming in. He just got a job out of town and asked me to let you know he quits. I'm sorry but I have to run, we have a flight to catch for his new job. Have a nice day, sorry again. Bye." and with that she hung up and sat next to him.

She lit a cigarette, picked up her remote and began watching tv. She looked at him and laughed, "Oh? What's that? You want to buy me dinner tonight? Aww thanks." Renee took his wallet from his pocket and ordered pizza.
Hours later, Renee was laying next to Vincent, fast asleep. Slowly, Vincent woke up and looked around. Fear took over him as he realized slowly where he was and the fact that he was bound tightly. His mouth was taped shut and sealed, his hands were tied so well he couldn't even move an inch in any direction. He tried to worm his way to the edge of the bed and fall off but he was held in place.
Renee rolled over and put her arm around him, which made him red with anger but he couldn't do or say anything to stop her. He fell asleep again and before he knew it, morning came and Renee got up.

A kiss brought him out of his sleep, "Good morning, sweetie. Rise and shine." she said into his ear as she caressed his chin. Vincent looked at her and tried to yell, she laughed and replied, "Aw honey, don't be angry. Momma's gonna take good care of you. Now be good and relax, I have to go run a few errands. I'll be back soon." she kissed his cheek and walked out.

He tried to wiggle as much as he was able and a few seconds later, Renee walked back in.

"Oh geez, I almost forgot to leave you something to watch. Enjoy. Bye babe." she clicked the tv on and dashed out. She put on a Barbie tv show, he watched Barbie's face as she spoke. Her eyes were bright blue but after a few seconds, they seemed to look green. Vincent watched her smile and talk, after a while e stopped trying to move or get up. He watched her speaking about her make up and about being happy and empty.

He noticed there was a flash during the show, like a picture popped up for a split second and dissappeared. He didn't even realize it had been hours he was laying there watching the Barbie show.
The flashing picture came up again but this time, it stayed a moment longer and he caught on it what it was, it looked like a naked woman. He found himself watching and listening to whatever she said.

"A girl's job is to be pretty and shallow and always happy and to smile and never ever disagree with your lover no matter what." she said with a bimbo smile on her make up covered face. Then another picture popped up, it was a woman on her knees, sucking a man's dick.
Vincent became so focused on the screen, he didn't notice at first that Renee came in and sat next to him. It wasn't till she pulled the tape off his mouth that he saw she was back.

"Well, I had a full day. Wanna hear about it, babe?" she said to a slightly smiling Vincent. He spoke calmly, "Yess..." he couldn't disagree with her for some reason.

"Well, first I had to go to the doctor's to get hormones, which was a hastle. But I got what you need and then I had to the drug store to get testosterone blockers. Finally got everything and had to get some new clothes, for when I'm done. I got a few skirts and tops and dresses. I saw my girlfriend Kristi, we got a drink and shot the shit for a while."

Vincent watched the screen as the picture was a woman giving a man a blowjob and Barbie's voice began chanting, "I must make my lover happy, no matter what. My lover owns my mouth. My lover can do absolutely anything to me. I'm so empty. I'm so empty headed."
He took in her every word and Renee got a needle ready. She slowly stuck it in his arm then got another one ready and stuck that one in his arm too. She then took a pill out and put it to his lips, "Take these, honey." he let them in his mouth and she put a water bottle to his lips and he drank. After about 15 minutes, Vincent started feeling very odd.

"Ok, hun, I think you're ready. I'm gonna untie you, ok?" she said happily, he barely nodded his head. She took off all the rope and Vincent could barely stay up by himself, Renee guided him to his feet and got him to the kitchen table downstairs.

She put food on his plate and they ate together, both eating very little as she only made enough to not starve. She then it a cigarette and moved from across the table to next to him, "Baby, I know you never liked when I smoke but I'm pretty sure you'll change your tune from now on. And since we're going to be together forever, I need you to accept me for all that I am." she blew smoke in his face, causing him to cough a little. She took his blank look as acceptance.

"Commitment is something we should both take very seriously, Pumpkin. I want you to commit yourself to me, show me you're serious. I want you to become a smoker, honey." Vincent pushed her hand away with as much force as he had but Renee held her cigarette to his lips and forced him to breathe in smoke. He coughed and tried to push her away,

"Don't worry, after a while, you'll be committed to smoking like me. For now I'll just help you." she held her cigarette to his lips and held his nose, forcing him to breathe in through his mouth and take in some smoke. This time he didn't cough but he did angrily let the smoke out of his mouth. Renee sucked on her cigarette and leaned forward, kissing him passionately, he couldn't muster enough strength to get her off him. She slid her tongue in his mouth and she made sure he took her smoke in, holding him tightly.

Her smoke drifted from his mouth and he didn't cough, Renee did that for a while and then guided him to her couch where they watched tv till she decided it was time to go to bed. She lifted him up and got up the stairs where he had enough strength to pull the covers over him and fall asleep. Just after he fell asleep, Renee gave him a few needles and laid down next to him.

The next day went almost exactly the same, she left him with the same subliminal Barbie tv show on and came back to find Vincent dazed and unable to concentrate. She made sure to make him take in her smoke through out the night between kissing him and forcing him to suck on her cigarette. This became her routine for him over the next few weeks and after nine days, she stopped tying him up. He didn't leave, he couldn't concentrate enough to go anywhere.

He started to love the Barbie show, it became his favorite every morning and the subliminal pictures and videos hidden in it started to really affect him. She also began leaving cigarettes with him when she left, to see if he'd take them. So far he hadn't.
"Bye, Sweetie. I'll see you in a few hours." he smiled faintly as she kissed him and walked out. The Barbie show came on and his eyes were glued to the tv, Barbie's eyes were so pretty and every word she spoke seemed to sink right into his mind.

"I need to relax today. It's so hard to keep looking so good and obeying my lover and emptying my mind." She picked up a pack of cigarettes and put one between her lips. She lit it and sucked slowly, letting her smoke drift from her perfect lips.

"I love to suck. It's so nice." she sucked again and there was a flash picture of a woman smoking and giving someone a blowjob. Vincent stared as the blonde beauty smoked a cigarette and videos cut in and out of beautiful women smoking and sucking cocks.
"I can't help smoking. I'm addicted. I like smoking. I'm addicted. I need to smoke. I'm addicted." Barbie whispered seductively, Vincent took in her words and started to think about smoking. Being addicted to smoking couldn't be so bad if Barbie did it, he thought. He also thought that Renee would be happy if he started smoking, she wanted him to be committed to her that way. The anger or fear of committing to her was becoming distant in his mind, he felt a desire to please Renee growing in him.

He picked up the pack of cigarettes on the table next to him and held it. Something about the feel and look of the unopened pack seemed so attractive and addictive. He looked back up at the tv, a woman held a cigarette between her lips and smiled as she lit it. She sucked in and blew her smoke all around her breasts while caressing and squeezing them. The woman looked so happy and sexy and perfect to him.

The video faded to black and Vincent looked down, finding out that he didn't even realize he opened the pack and lifted the top up. He was shocked that he didn't even know he was doing that. He thought about Barbie putting one to her lips and without thinking, he copied her and put one to his own lips. He felt the lighter next to him and picked it up.

"I...can't help...smoking...either..." he whispered as the lighter raised. Renee opened the door just enough to see him falling into her training and watched him raise the lighter to his cigarette. He stopped at the last second and she walked in, "Hey babe, whatcha doin with my cigarettes?" she asked accusatory.

"I was just...I don't know..." he said and dropped them. She picked up the cigarette and lit it, blowing her smoke in his face. Renee then climbed on top of him and kissed him passionately.

She peeled his shirt off followed by hers. Vincent felt her bra being pushed in his face and touch, kissed and licked them, "Honey?" she said.
"Yes, lover." he responded.

"I want you to wear my bra. Take it off me and put it on." she commanded and he looked up at her, not sure if she was serious. She nodded her head and he nervously unclasped it, pulling the straps off and holding it near his chest.

By this time of day, any drugs she had him on were wearing off and he understood what she was trying to get him to do but the Barbie show had mentally been training him to agree with whatver his lover said. He waas wrestling with that in his mind and she softly caressed his shoulders. Renee sliped the shoulder straps on him and clipped it on in the back then kissed him more and more.

She kissed his neck and watched him quickly forget everything, she squeezed his chest and whispered, "I like you wearing my clothes, hun. It's really hot." she pulled the bra down a little and sucked on his nipple, to his surprise it felt really sensitive and good.

She slid her pants off then his and guided his cock inside her, "Baby? I want you to fuck me. But only if you're committed to me and only me forever." Vincent was so enthralled by sex that he would have agreed to anything. "Smoke for me, baby." he nodded his head, so erotically charged. she put her cigarette to his lips and he held it there and sucked in, she had him to be used to smoke but he had resisted doing it on his own til that moment.He held it between his fingers as she slid up and down his cock.

Renee moaned and yelled, "Ohmygod yes! I love you! I love you! Yes, yes yes! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy godddddddddd..." she rode him for a while and they both came at the same time, she fell on top of him and they held each other.

Renee caressed his chest through her bra and said meekly, "I love when you wear your bra, sweetie and I love that you are committing to me by becoming a smoker for me." she placed a cigarette to his lips, lit it and watched him hold it and suck on it. "So good, babydoll. Accept... accept...accept." she whispered that and he felt so relaxed. Vincent felt like everything was right, like he was supposed to accept what she said.

"Can you do something for me, babe?" she asked while kissing his nipples.

"...yess..." he said.

"I would love it...if you'd wear my clothes...from now on..." he looked down concerned.
"I don't know...I mean...I..." he watched her stick a needle in his arm. Within minutes he felt so hazy, Renee sat up and turned the tv on. "Watch some tv, babe. I'm gonna take the trash out." his eyes became glued as Barbie's face entered the screen. She giggled and Renee picked up all Vincent's clothes and plopped them in the trash can. She grabbed his wallet and keys, took the credit card out and dropped the rest in the trash as well.

"Sweetheart...what is your pin...can you tell me, lover?" she whispered into his ear and he involuntarily answered her, "...2...4...5...5..." she smiled and picked up the trash bag.

Vincent's focus was on the tv screen, Barbie was smoking and giggling. He found himself sucking on his cigarette every time she did and she started talking,

"I love feeling pretty. I need to feel pretty. Wearing pretty clothes...putting my makeup on...I love feeling so pretty." she giggled and Vincent absorbed every word. The flashes were short videos of her doing her makeup, he stared blankly.
"I love wearing my bra and panties. I need to wear my bra and panties. Stockings make me feel so happy." she caressed her smoothe leg covered by stockings. "I would never leave home without wearing a pretty dress. I would never leave home without looking pretty."

Renee walked back in, sat in front of Vincent and gently took his hand, she began painting his finger nails with pink nail polish. He was so taken by the Barbie tv show that he offered no resistance or notice of her actions. Once done and dried, she laid him down and slip a pair of panties up his thighs, they matched the bra he was wearing.

Renee then caressed Vincent's chest through the bra, she examined his breast growth and found he was up to a B cup and his nipples were sensitive and bigger. "...such a good girl..." she whispered as she kissed his neck.

The Barbie tv show flashed videos of a woman getting on her knees and sucking a cock, Vincent smiled as Renee kissed him. He felt her guiding him onto the floor and he instinctively ended up on his knees just like the woman on the show.

Barbie pulled her long hair in a ponytail and Vincent felt a need to copy her. She then picked up a tube of lipstick and covered her full pouty lips, Vincent found a similar tube and did the same. Renee watched as Vincent was succumbing to everything she was doing to him. He covered his lips and then Barbie lit a new cigarette, Vincent did too.

Renee was sitting in front of him on the edge of the bed, wearing a strap on dildo.

"I love to suck, I love to suck. I need to suck...I love smoking while sucking cock. I'm such a good girl. I need a cock between my lips." Barbie was sweetly chanting and Vincent felt his mind agreeing with her. He sucked on his cigarette when she did.

Renee caressed his head and whispered seductively, "Be like her, babydoll..." she guided his head down and Vincent couldn't stop his mouth from taking in the dildo. he slip his mouth down the shaft and he heard Barbie's voice, "Sucking cock is so hot, I can't help being turned on. I'm such a good girl, I love being girly...giving blowjobs, feeling so pretty. I was made to please dicks." Every words seemed to make him feel more and more comfortable. He began sliding up and down the toy cock, Renee watched him and laughed.

She grabbed his hair and stopped him for a moment, long enough to give him another needle. Then he slid it out of his mouth and sucked on his cigarette, his lipstick was smeared all over the toy dick and around his lips.

Renee then picked him up and guided him to lay on his stomach and positioned herself behind him, she squeezed his nipples and pushed her silicone cock between his thighs and inside him. "Good girl, feels so good to be fucked like a slut." Renee whispered as she slid her toy in and out of him slowly. He put his hands on her's and helped her play with his breasts, he moaned quietly.

Barbie spoke again, "I love to do whatever my lover says. Whatever my lover says is complete truth. I love to be pretty and empty for my lover." she kept going and Vincent absorbed every word. Renee leaned close to Vincent's ear and said, "You're such an easy girl...think like a bimbo."
Vincent moaned and Renee slid her dildo in and out of his ass faster and faster. She pulled it out and spun him around, then Renee loosened the strapon and let it fall off. She climbed on top of Vincent, positioned her clit over his face and felt him lick and massage her pussy with his tongue. After a little while, she felt an orgasm tear through her and climbed off him. She held him and both fell asleep.

Renee woke up long before Vincent, gave him three needles and turned the tv on quietly so he could listen while he slept. He dreamt about Renee calmly guiding him toward the color pink and suddenly he watched high heels float onto his feet and a dress gently cover his body and Renee magically made makeup put itself on him. He very gently and slowly woke up to find Renee gone and the Barbie tv show on.

He sat up and looked at himself in the mirror, Vincent knew what he needed to do. He walked over to Renee's dresser and picked up foundation. Without thought, he began applying it followed by blush lipstick and eyeliner. Then he picked up a brush and began stroking his long hair. A smile came over his face as he opened a drawer, where his clothes usually were he found a whole new wardrobe.

He found bras, panties, pantie hose, dresses, skirts and blouses. Vincent picked up a leopard print bra and clipped it on and caressed his budding breasts through it, he was a solid C cup. He pulled a back top out with pink lines at the top and a pink skirt, fit them on him and found himself standing in front of Renee's body mirror. He couldn't help but admire his clothing choice and then he heard a voice on the tv.
"I just love looking cute and pretty." He looked in the mirror and smiled, "Yeah...I do too."

Barbie spoke again, "It's so fun to show off my body. My lips, my tits, my ass...I just want everyone to notice me." Vincent felt the weight of her words and said, "Yeah...just want to be noticed. I want to show off my body." He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it. He looked at the tv and watched Barbie giggle, "I don't care if it's a cute boy or another sexy woman, I just want to be touched. I want all the attention. I don't care who fucks me, as long as I get fucked."

Vincent felt himself getting turned on by the thought of being fucked, "I just want to be fucked..." Barbie giggled and Vincent heard his own high pitched voice giggle the same way. Vincent watched as Barbie was on the screen and then there were small clips of men and women having sex. The women were smoking and blowing smoke on their breasts while the men fucked them. Vincent started uncontrollably imagining being the women in the clips.

Renee walked in suddenly and stopped in shock, "Holy shit! You look damn good." Vincent stood there with a cigarette between his lips and makeup perfectly making him look like a beautiful woman.

"You really think I look good?" Vincent said with a smile. A man walked in the room behind her, "Is this the girlfriend you were talking about? She's fuckin hot as shit too." he sat on the edge of the bed and began stripping his clothes off.
Renee grabbed Vincent and passionately kissed him, she then whispered, "Don't think, honey...just do as I say." He nodded his head and she kissed him again.

She pulled him over to the bed and bent him so his stomach and breasts were pressed into the bed and she faced him. Renee kissed him passionately and just as their tongues molded together, he felt something. He tried to turn his head but Renee forced him to kiss her while the man slid his cock in Vincent's ass.

A high pitched moan poured from the captive's mouth as he was getting fucked for the first time. Vincent couldn't move and suddenly his memory reminded him of his newly added desire to be fucked like that woman on tv and he started to moan in rythem to the pounding from behind. Renee placed her pussy in Vincent's face and began making out with the man, Vincent licked uncontrollably.
"Smack that bitch's ass, hun." Renee said and watched the man smack Vincent's ass.

Vincent felt that hard cock sliding in and out of him and kept hearing a sexy feminine voice in his mind, "I don't care if it's a cute boy or another sexy woman, I just want to be touched. I want all the attention. I don't care who fucks me, as long as I get fucked." he thought about that and couldn't help savoring being fucked like a good girl.

After a while, Renee climbed down and faced Vincent. She lit cigarette ad placed it in his mouth, "I can't help smoking. I'm addicted. I like smoking. I'm addicted. I need to smoke. I'm addicted." those words ran through his mind said in Barbie's voice.

Vincent turned to see the man had left and an emptiness came over him, "Where did...why...ohmygawd, I love being fucked..." he said. Renee laughed, knowing she had completely controlled him.

"Aw honey, it's ok. You're gonna get laid a lot. I promise. But since you look like a woman, you need a new name and a new life." Vincent gave her a concerned look and sucked on his cigarette, "A girl's job is to be pretty and shallow and always happy and to smile and never ever disagree with your lover no matter what." he remembered Barbie saying.

"I got it! You're going to be Layla Jade Gilmore. And since that name kinda sounds like a stripper name, I think you're gonna be a whore. I can get you a job as a waitress in a strip club and you can hook on the side. Giving blowjobs or whatever." Vincent wanted to argue but Barbie's commands to obey his lover kept him in total agreement with Renee.

Over the next few months, Vincent didn't leave Renee's house. She kept him trapped and orced him to take hormones and testosterone blockers and kept drugging him. She turned him into her maid, cleaning and cooking for her while he transitioned into Layla. It took him a few weeks to respond to his new name and once he got used to it, he found himself forgetting his old name more and more. He tried to keep his old life in his mind, with the slightest hope to get away from her and her trap some day.

That hope and memory seemed to become more and more of a distant back burner thought as he accepted more of her training. He had become completely addicted to smoking and came to love that and she was training him to do his makeup and dress more fashionable. His favorite color was now pink or purple and he loved painting his nails and trying different eye shadows and lipsticks.

And at least once a week, Renee brought home a man to have threesomes with Layla. Renee brainwashed Layla to always play along and tease the men she brought. Layla had become so addicted to being raped that she couldn't go a week without it.

After a year of hormones, therapy, hypnosis, brainwashing and mind manipulation by Renee and Layla had completely forgotten about who she was before and any of her own thoughts. Layla looked very sexy with DDD breasts and a thin waist, she loved dressing up. Renee got Layla the job as a waitress and she was good at it.

One night a woman gave Layla a tip and smacked her ass as she was walking away, "When are you gonna get up on stage, honey? You're fuckin hot enough." Layla walked away smiling at that compliment.
After work, Layla stood outside smoking a cigarette when Renee came to the club. She kissed Layla passionately and they walked to Renee's car together. "How was work, babe?" Renee asked.

"It was ok. Bruce kept hitting on me though, I hate that. And I got told I should be a dancer, by a customer." Layla replied as they got to a store.
"Hun, go in and get me a pack of cigarettes and an iced tea." Renee said and Layla obeyed. She came back in the car and handed Renee her cigarettes, "So have you fucked Bruce yet or what?"

Layla gave a shocked look as they puled up to Renee's house, "Ohmygosh no! I would never! He's my boss, and he's...a he. I don't think that would be good at all." she laughed at the thought and went inside.
"Well, ya know you'd probably get something out of it if you let him have his way with you. Maybe a raise or better hours or something. Plus he's hot, he's probably good in bed." They sat down on the couch and Layla sneered at that. "I don't care how hot he is, I'm not into guys and I'm definitely not into him."

"Did you remember to take your medicine?" Renee asked, Layla nodded her head then leaned back and watched tv.
After a while, Renee got up and turned the channel to the Barbie tv show. Layla was about to say something when she heard that voice and almost instantly fell into a trance. Layla had no idea that the Barbie tv show was made specifically for her to watch, Renee had them made with subliminal messages that kept Layla from ever disobeying or leaving or thinking too much for herself. Renee didn't like when Layla seemed to have too many of her own thoughts or ideas so when she started that, Renee would put the Barbie show on and put a stop to that.

Barbie's pretty voice calmed Layla down so much, she always seemed to say the exact right thing. She stared mindlessly as Barbie spoke, "I love to suck on things...I love having something in my mouth. I have an oral fixation. I have an oral fixation. I don't care if its a cigarette...or a cock...or a pussy...I just want something in my mouth." Layla heard Barbie and felt herself absorbing those words. She had an oral fixation too, oddly Barbie seemed to say exactly what was on her own mind.

"I'm gad I don't have to think too much, I just have to be pretty and soft and weak and easy. I'm so easy. I'm so very easy." Layla nodded her head blankly, she felt so easy. Pictures popped on the screen of women kneeling in front of men, massaging their cocks and giving blowjobs. Layla couldn't look away, those women looked so happy.

Renee walked back into the room and sat next to Layla, who was so entranced that she didn't even move or react. She put her hand on Layla's thigh and began massaging her. Layla moaned slightly as she watched women sucking cocks. Renee whispered into Layla's ear, "Imagine that's you...sucking Bruce's delicious cock. Be his slut..."

Layla's eyes were glued to the images and her mouth started to form words, "...but...but..." Renee grabbed Layla's breast and squeezed her nipple, she moaned sharply. Barbie's voice rythemically floated into Layla's head, "I'm so easy. I'm so dumb. I'm so horny. I'm so easy. I'm so dumb. I'm so fuckin horny. I need to be filled, I need to be fucked." Layla swayed to those words and slowly fell toward Renee.

The show faded to black and Layla turned to look at her lover, their lips slowly moved toward each other's and a kiss quickly turned passionate. Layla began pawing at Renee's body, Renee unbuttoned Layla's shirt and kissed her way down to Layla's breasts, "My gawd these are fuckin hot, baby." Layla moaned and caressed Renee's head.

Renee stopped and stood up, "Hun, lay back." she commanded. Layla laid back and played with her big breasts, licking her lips while looking at Renee's sexy body. Renee's pants dropped and she had a strapon bound to her waist. Layla didn't even think, she got on her knees and moved close to it, "Time to give those fuckable lips some practice, babygirl."
Layla slid her lips up and down the shaft of the silicone cock, Renee sucked on a cigarette and blew her smoke in Layla's face. "I'm so easy. I'm so dumb. I'm so horny." Layla whispered as she caressed the toy dick. Renee laughed a little and slid the cock in Layla's mouth again. Her head bobbed faster and faster while Renee watched. "Suck my cock, bitch." she said as Layla stopped thinking and gave Renee a blowjob.
"I'll bet you like sucking cocks, sweetie. You're so easy and horny. Imagine a real cock between those pouty lips." Layla answered yes through muffled lips and slowed down, taking it out of her mouth to suck on a cigarette.

The two women kissed passionately and sharing smoke, Renee then positioned Layla so she could fuck her. Layla wanted to give in and be fucked so badly she didn't care about anything else. "Honey, I'm gonna call Bruce and get him over here so we can play with him." Layla was so turned on that she couldn't speak through sighs and moans.

Renee called Bruce and told him to come over and bring any friends or toys he wanted to. She then faced Layla and said, "Babygirl, fix your makeup. Bruce is gonna wanna see you all dolled up." Layla got her makeup out and applied a heavy coat, like a slut. Just as she finished, Bruce showed up, Renee let him in and guided him to her bedroom where Layla was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette. "Let's put on a show for your boss, doll." Renee said then began kissing her.

Layla was so turned on that she couldn't stop making out with Renee and when Bruce grabbed Renee, Layla dropped to her knees and caressed Bruce's crotch. "Ohmygawd, I can't believe...Oh fuck." she said as she unzipped his pants.

Something in Layla's mind was screaming at her to stop but as she felt that fear, she remembered Barbie's voice and it was like a drug. Layla caressed Bruce's hard cock and slid it between her lips. The images from the Barbie tv show flashed through her mind as she bobbed faster and faster, moaning through her muffled mouth. Renee was kissing Bruce and she talked to him about money, "Bruce baby, so I was thinking...if you give me all the money you were gonna give Layla in her raise, I'll totally make it worth your while."

Layla's head snapped back and Bruce's dick slipped out of her mouth, "What the fucking hell?" she said loudly. "You evil bitch, I'll..." just as Layla was going to stop Renee, she pushed a button on the tv remote and Barbie popped on the screen, "I'm not angry, I just want to be used and fucked. I want my boss' cock between my tits. He can cum anywhere on me he wants to. My tits are so sexy...and lonely...they were made for my boss' dick."

Layla tried to be angry but she just couldn't, her head slowly moved back to his cock and she smiled. "My tits were made for my boss' dick..." she lifted her dress over her head and began massaging his cock with her breasts.

"Holy hell, you have that slut trained." Renee smiled and sucked on her cigarette. "Do we have a deal?" he nodded his head and the three of them melted together in a mound of erotic sexuality. Layla felt so satisfied when Bruce fucked her ass and came all over her back then Renee took Bruce out, turning the tv on before she left.

Layla smiled gently as her already hazy mind drifted to sleep while Barbie talked. A while later, Renee walked in clumsily and flicked the light on without warning, "Hey there, cum slut. You were very good to Bruce tonight. He had a lot of fun." Layla was barely awake and looked up, annoyed.

"Renee? What are you doing? C'mon, I was sleeping." she said to the drunk woman.
Renee grabbed Layla's hand and picked her up, forcing her to dance around on the bed, "Renee! Stop! Let go of me! What the hell!" she yelled and Renee stopped abruptly.

"How dare you yell at me." she said and smacked Layla across the face, Layla dropped to the bed and held her face, "Why did you just do that? What's with you?!"

Renee sat down and Layla spoke, "I know what you've been trying to do to me. I know you changed me, I know you forced me to do things...things I don't want to do. I remember who I used to be. You will not get away with this. Dammit, I was trying to leave you and you trapped me here for...I don't even know how long!" Renee turned to face Layla but didn't say anything.

"I figured out about that tv show. It's been brainwashing me, you've been brainwashing me. I'm not letting you anymore. I'm leaving." Layla stood up and walked toward the door, Renee grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed. "You're not going any fucking where, you think I'm gonna just let you walk out? You got another thing coming to you, bitch." Layla treid to break free from Renee's grip but couldn't.
Renee's hand raised and she slapped Layla very hard across the face, Layla's eyes teared up. Renee then let her hand go, stood up in front of the door and turned the tv on. Layla spoke through tears, "You can't brainwash me anymore. Let me go."

Renee picked up a dvd and put it in the player, "You fucin think you can tell me anything, you motherfuckin whore? You think you can ever just leave? Do you have any idea how much money I've put into your body, your clothes, food and everything else? You can't ever completely repay me for all I've put out for you.

The dvd started and Barbie was on the screen, her makeup was heavy and slutty looking, she smiled and a soft music started to float through the tv right into Layla's ears. "I'm not...going to...liss..." Layla's eyes seemed forced to look at the tv and her mouth went numb.
"I'm so emty. I'm nothing. I'm so empty. I'm nothing." Barbie said and Layla watched her lips as she chanted.

Renee laughed, "Yeah...you're gonna get away." she walked over to the captive woman and stuck a needle in her arm. Layla felt a warm numbness come over her body and anything she was trying to concentrate on floated away. Renee caressed Layla's head gently as Barbie continued, "I'm nothing but a fucking bimbo. I'm nothing but a fucking bimbo. I can't think, dumb sluts don't use their brains, dumb sluts use their tits. Dumb sluts do as they're told. Dumb sluts do as they're told." Layla felt herself relax uncontrollably. Barbie was so right, Barbie knew the truth. Layla was empty, she was a dumb bimbo. She was nothing.

Renee made a phone call, Hello, Dr? Can we set that appointment for tomorrow morning? Great, thank you. See you at 9 sharp. Bye." Layla swayed side to side, the music was so intoxicating. Barbie kept saying more and more, Layla couldn't stop accepting the subliminal messages, causing her to give up all thought.

"Tomorrow you're going to the doctor's and you'll finally be a complete woman. They're gonna make that dick into a nice fuckable pussy." Renee kissed Layla's cheek and pushed her on the bed. Layla gave absolutely no resistance in any way as Renee lit a cigarette and sat next to her living Barbie doll. She was about to get a shower when she heard a knock at the door.

Renee walked to the door and peeked in the peep hole, it wa sa familiar woman but she couldn't remember where she knew her from. She opened the door enough to stick her head out and suspiciously ask, "Yes?" the woman looked concerned and spoke, "Hi, are you Renee? I'm so sorry to bother you but I'm looking for my friend Vincent. Your ex boyfriend has been missing for a long time, the police can't find him and I...I just had to see if you knew where he was or when the last time you saw him was." Renee smiled.

"Actually, I saw him not too long ago." the woman was shocked and happy to hear that. "If you have a minute, I'll tell you about that. C'mon in." the woman walked in and Renee shut and locked the door behind her.

"Where did you see him? When did you, I heard he moved or ran away and that's not like him at all. I mean Vincent left all his stuff and didn't tell anyone. He wouldn't do that, I know it."

Renee sat next to her and asked, "And, who are you, by the way?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew me, I know it's been a while, I'm Jennifer. Vincent and I have been friends for years." Renee gave a sly look and held her finger up, "Hold on one moment, Jenny. I have to check something but I'll be right back, ok?"

Jennifer nodded her head and Renee walked upstairs. She went into her room where Layla was sleeping peacefully. Renee smacked her face harshly, abruptly waking her up.

"Hey cunt, wake the fuck up. Hey." she said loudly into he ear.

"What? I'm...I'm up. Why are you...okay, I'm awake."

"You fuckin bitch, I have a job for you and if you fuck up even a little, I will literally kill your friend Jennifer. You remember someone named Jennifer? She's downstairs and you're going to come down and you're gonna act like the slutty bimbo you are. You're going to sit with us and smoke a cigarette and watch what I'm gonna do. You say one word or try anything and...you will regret it." Layla was very scared.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked.

"You'll see. First, tell me about your friend Jennifer." Renee commanded.

"Umm...she's 29, well 30 now. She's been dating Bill for years, they're getting married soon. I used to tell her everything, she's one of my best friends. She has two kids and her husband died a few years ago, She's a nutritionist and a health councellor and..."

Renee stopped her, "Got it. Ok, get dressed and come down." she left and met Jennifer.

"Sorry about that, anyway you had some questions or something?"

"Yeah, when did you see Vincent?" she asked.

Renee took out a cigarette and lit it, "The last time I saw Vincent...hmm. It's been a while. I'm not exactly sure." Jennifer's hopes dropped a little and she said, "Oh, well was he okay? Do you have any details that could help me find him?" Renee sucked on her cigarette and held the pack out, "Would you like a cigarette?"

Jennifer shook her head, "No thanks, I don't smoke." Renee put them down and said under her breath, "Ok. You will." then continued saying to Jennifer, "You look very pretty, hun. I love your hair." Jennifer accepted the compliment and tried to keep her focus.

"Thanks but..." just as she was about to say something, Layla walked down and sat down on the couch next to Jennifer. "Jenny, do you know Layla?" she looked at the barely covered woman and sneered slightly. "Oh, no. Hi, Layla. I'm Jennifer." Layla smiled and giggled.
"Hello, Jennifer. Nice to meet you." Layla giggled and Renee held a cigarette in front of Jennifer, "Here, babe. I know you want one." Layla took it and both women leaned in front of the awkward Jennifer to light it. They then kissed and Renee smiled, "Love you, bitch." Layla smiled back,

"Love you too, baby."

Jennifer tried to politely get up but neither woman would let her pass. Renee looked at her and said, "Layla here knew Vincent. Isn't that right?" Layla nodded and giggled.

"Ok well good. I don't mean to be take up your time so I'm gonna go. I just wanted to see if yu knew anything about where he is. Thanks for..."
Renee cut her off, "I know where he is, he's right next to you. And I know you're not leaving just yet." Layla grab her arms please." Layla obeyed, knowing she had no choice. Jennifer freaked out and Renee quickly stuck a needle in her arm.

Each second that passed calmed Jennifer down more as she started to feel the effects of drugs in her system. She felt dizzy and scared and light headed, "What the...what did you do to me?" she said through the haze.

"What, you've never been drugged before?" Renee said as she unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt. The barely conscious woman offered very little resistance.

"You see, honey, I made sure your friend Vincent would never leave me. He tried. He fucking failed. But what he didn't fail at was being a beautiful dumb bimbo slut." Jennifer looked at Layla in horror.

"That's...you...Vincent?" she asked. Layla looked at her with sympathy.
"I'm so sorry Jenn, she made me help her. I didn't want to." she said then sucked on her cigarette. Renee then Pulled Jennifer's shirt off her shoulders, exposing her bra. Jennifer could barely keep herself up as her captor squeezed her breasts. "Layla, get her purse and dump it out on the table please." Layla picked up her friend's purse and let everything fall out on the coffee table. There was some makeup, keys, a wallet, change, some random paper, some medicine, nail clippers, a ring, her phone and a few other things.

Jennifer whimpered a little and Renee laughed, "Aww what's wrong, hun? Not havin fun?" she then kissed the woman on her lips slowly. "Layla dear, take her upstairs and lay her on our bed." Layla answered positively and did as she was told. Renee rifled through the contents of her purse and kept anything worth money.

Layla lowered Jennifer on the bed and sat next to her, "I'm so sorry, Jenn. I wish this wasn't happening. That evil woman forced me to become...this. And she made me do things...things I never want to think about again. She made me agree with her, brainwashed me to obey her." Jennifer nodded her head, barely conscious.

"She's probably gonna make me do things to you, just know I'm sorry for whatever I do." Layla whispered into Jennifer's ear. Jennifer started to say something but Renee walked in and grabbed her.

"Aww, you two girls gabbing away? Well ain't that just so fuckin sweet. Layla, what did you say to her? Did you ask her to help you? Did you two try to come up with a plan to get out? Did you braid each other's hair? Well, good luck bitches." She turned the tv on and Barbie was on.
The tv seemed to glow bright pink and both Jennifer and Layla couldn't seem to focus on anything else. Barbie smiled and gigged and said, "I feel so happy when I'm obeying my lover. I love being a empty headed bimbo. I just want to look sexy." Every few seconds, a picture of women giving blowjobs flashed on the screen, Jennifer felt like a weight was being lifted off her as she let her thoughts go. Layla became even more empty headed, she froze with erotic desire.

Renee slipped Jennifer's top off her shoulders with no resistance as Barbie spoke, "I really want to smoke a long sexy cigarette. I've always wanted to smoke, nothing's stopping me...I want to smoke." Jennifer felt as if her mind was clearing up, she never wanted to smoke before but nothing was stopping her from wanting to now. Suddenly she realized that she truly had always wanted to smoke.

Renee sat next to Jennifer, sucking on a cigarette and blowing smoke down her body. She teased Jennifer for a while then leaned over and let her smoke drift in the woman's face.

Their lips met as Jennifer felt herself trying to breathe in Renee's smoke, Renee began caressing Jennifer's big breasts. Renee lifted her shirt over her head and squeezed her breasts together, "Honey...kiss my tits." She guided Jennifer's head down and blew smoke down. Jennifer closed her eyes as she kissed and licked Renee's all over breasts.

"Layla, baby, come here and slide your cock inside Jennifer. Enjoy your last night with a dick." Layla walked over and Renee began caressing her neck and breasts, making her purr.

"Slip your dick in her, baby. You're going to fuck the shit out of your friend." Layla looked at Renee with a sad look and couldn't fight her commands. Layla felt her cock slide slowly between Jennifer's thighs and into her wet pussy, she was horrified to feel her platonic friend's naked body but she was so aroused by the Barbie tv show and by Renee's touch that she couldn't stop.

Layla looked down and watched her long time friend, moaning with pleasure. "Ohmygawd, fuck me! Fuck me deeper..." Jennifer was so lost in Renee's trap, she just wanted to be penetrated by Layla.

"Jennifer, hun...snap out of this. I dont want to do this to you." Layla tried to reason with the erotically charged woman.
Just as she was about to say something, Barbie spoke seductively, "I love your cunt."

Layla tried to tell Jennifer to get up but her words were replaced by Barbie's.
"I love your cunt." her cock became more sensitive as she repeated after Barbie.

"Layla, sweetie, don't you just want to bury your face between her tits? Don't you just need to kiss those perfect breasts?" Layla stared at her breasts and each second seemed to make them look better. She never noticed just how perfect her friend's boobs were before, she leaned down and slowly let her lips touch Jennifer's nipples.

A slight kiss became a long kiss, then she began sucking, then she squeezed them together.

The thought in Layla's shallow mind about trying to help her friend was being replaced by desire to make love to her. She squeezed Jennifer's breasts in big circles and licked all over them, Renee snuck a cigarette between Jennifer's lips and watched as she sucked on it as if she'd been a smoker all her life. She blew smoke down her body to Layla's face and moaned.

"Layla..." she grunted, "...fuck...me...harder..." Jennifer sucked on her cigarette again and kept speaking through sighs, " Play with my gawddamn tits, ohmygawd...yess..." Layla began sliding her dick faster and faster. Both women moaned louder and louder for a while.Layla felt herself about to orgasm and Renee said, "Don't pull out, sweetie. Jennifer wants you to cum inside her."

Layla felt her cock stiffen and she erupted her seed insode Jennifer's wet pussy. Layla then slumped down onto her friend's naked sweaty body and they both kissed each other, melting in to a hug. Jennifer sucked on her cigarette as she felt her body start to relax, Layla's mouth was still erotically touching her friend's nipples and around her breasts...

Vincent was working late on night, filling paperwork out. His coworker came in his office and sat down. Renee was attractive and flirtatious and she knew she was good looking, which in Vincent's opinion was why she was such trouble. He consciously didn't want to give her too much attention and kept his head down while she was there, trying not to be rude though.

"So, you leaving soon?" she asked and he answered, "Yeah I'm just about...done." he put the last of the paperwork in a folder and put it down, standing up to get ready to leave when he saw Renee holding a cigarette. "Renee, please don't smoke in here. I'm leaving anyway, smoke outside." she flicked her lighter and sucked in, blowing smoke in his face.

"Too late, sweetie. I'm already smoking...you gonna stop me?" she laughed and he shook his head. "You...umm...I...stop..." she blew smoke in his face again. "Shit, baby, you're thinking too much. It would feel so much better to...relax...and stop thinking. Look into my eyes, sweetie."
He tried to think but it felt so good to stop thinking, his eyes seemed to drift to her eyes. After a few seconds, he was lost in her green eyes. "Just relax...let those muscles stop working...and let that mind of yours just...stop...working. Let me think for you, baby."

Vincent stared longingly into Renee's eyes, he felt her words calming him down. She touched his face and gently kissed him, "I have another surprise for you, sweet baby. " She reached into her purse and took out another cigarette pack, a pink pack. She opened it and slid one long white cigarette out, placing it between Vincent's lips. He was so entranced by her beautiful eyes that he did nothing to stop her.
She slowly lifted her lighter up and laughed a little as she watched the flame light the cigarette. She whispered, "Now, honey...when I suck in I want you to do the same thing."

She gave him a moment to let those words sink in and then she sucked slowly on her cigarette and watched as he obeyed her. His virgin lungs took in the smoke and for some reason he didn't cough or even dislike it.

"You like it. You like being like me, sweetie." She sucked on her cigarette again and he copied her. He watched her and suddenly he felt his hair cover his eyes, she brushed it from his face and laughed, "It won't take long for you, my dear. Your hair is getting so long...just like mine. Your eyes are becoming so pretty...just like mine." He was confused but unable to really concentrate on that statement.

Renee unbuttoned Vincent's shirt, lifted it up and pulled his tie off, "Honey, I'd never wear that. We're gonna have to get you dressed soon." She caressed his chest and it felt so sensative, more than ever before. "These tits are getting so fuckin big, honey." She sucked on her cigarette and he did too then looked down and he was shocked to see his chest was almost as big as hers.

"Sweetheart, I want you to stop copying me...smoke on your own."she caressed his chest and pinched his puffy hard nipples, making him squeal a little. "Feels good, baby...it's gonna get so much better." she then brushed his long red hair back and leaned in to kiss him.

They both then sucked on their cigarettes and she pulled a small makeup kit from her purse. She slid dark red lipstick on Vincent's lips and he was so entranced by her that he didn't move at all. He watched her apply blush and mascara and she smiled at him, "You look so sexy, hun."
She finished and took his hand, guiding him to a mirror in the women's bathroom. He looked in the mirror and was speechless. He looked like Renee's twin, in every way. "What...what did you do to me..." he spoke and her voice came from his lips, "HOLY SHIT! I fuckin sound like you..." he put his hand over his mouth and saw his fingernails were painted dark red and he was still holding that cigarette.

"Well, sweetie, I needed to find a way to get all the perks I can get. Things that I don't have time to do...or things I'm not willing to." He looked at her with fear, "Not willing?" he sucked on his cigarette and she continued, "Yeah...there are plenty of times I could get what I want if I...use my assets to my advantage." she squeezed his big breasts and pinched his ass.

"You mean...you think I'm going to do things for you? Fuck no!" he said loudly and she sucked on her cigarette, blowing smoke in his face,

"Babygirl...you're going to do a lot for me and my career. You're going to shake that ass, you're going to bounce those boobs...you're going to suck and fuck your way to a great career for me."

he took a step back and turned to run out of the room when she spoke firmly, "Drop to your knees, slut." Vincent reached for the door and suddenly the only thing he could do was fall to his knees. "Aah, fuck! That hurt, goddamnit!" he said instinctively. She laughed, "You're so much like me. You're talking like me already, pretty soon you'll think so much like me you won't be able to tell the difference between me and you, honey." she walked in front of him and lifted her dress. "What's your name, sweetie?"

He looked puzzed, "My name is Renee...Fuck! That's not it! Dammit, I'm...Renee. No!" he wrested with remembering his name and she sucked on her cigarette agian. "Renee, sweetie...I would love if you'd lick my pussy." she pulled her panties down enough to expose her wet lips and Vincent gave a rageful look, "I'm not fucking Renee! And I'm not...going...to...love...to..." His face slowly moved closer and closer til his tongue was touching her pussy.

"Slide that dirty tongue inside me, Renee. Fuck my wet pussy with your tongue, Renee. Finger me like a good little fuck slut, Renee." She said and Vincent was unable to form words as his tongue slipped out and began caressing her pussy lips. His slender fingers slid inside Renee's wet hot pussy and she moaned, "Ohmygod Renee, you're so good with those fingers. You're gonna love getting me that management position."
Renee stepped back and watched Vincent as he was confusing himself with her, "Renee, sweetheart, I'm going to turn the lights off. Just relax and let things happen, dear." She then dialed a number and spoke into her phone, "Charles? Yeah, baby. That management position still open? Oh really? Well, I am willing to do...whatever...it takes to get it. Well, meet me in the women's bathroom on the third floor. I'll be the one on my knees, waiting for you. Come quick, baby...see you soon."

Renee walked to the door and turned to see Vincent sitting there, "Suck on your cigarette, darlin." He did and smoke flowed from his pouty lips. "Get used to sucking, whore." and with that she walked out, flicking the lights off as she exited.

Vincent sat there, smoking and thinking about sucking when the door opened and someone walked in. Vincent heard someone whisper,
"Renee?" and for some reason he replied, "Yes, honey. Come here." Vincent couldn't believe what he had just said but that cigarette seemed to make him want to be her and obey her. The person stood in front of Vincent and he reached up and unzipped the person's pants. In his mind he tried to think of what his name was but all he could think was "I'm Renee. I'm Renee. I'm Renee."

Suddenly his thoughts were in a very feminine voice in his head and he forgot to think about anything but being Renee. Vincent slid the person's cock out and her lips began caressing it. "Mmm baby...Give me that hard cock." she sucked on her cigarette and blew it toward his dick then kissed it.

Renee slid his hard cock in her mouth, sucking and pleasing him as much as her slutty mouth was able. Her empty mind was so focused on making him cum that she couldn't help herself from moaning, "Oh wow! You're so hard, fuck my mouth...Fuck me." she whispered and the man pushed her down and climbed on top of her. He whispered, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, bitch." She smiled in the dark room as he pinned her down and slid her panties down.

"Wait...you shouldn't..." she tried to object but he pushed his cock to her thighs and found her pussy before she could stop him. She sucked on her cigarette and the chemical in her cigarette that changed her took control, "Ohmygod that fuckin dick feels so good! What the fuck!" He pushed his hard dick inside her and she squealed with delight!

Renee couldn't even form words as he slid his dick in and out of her hot wet pussy, she wrapped her arms around him and he whispered in her ear, "Take it all the way in, you fuckin dirty cunt." she giggled, "Shove it in me, baby!" she felt her body squirming under his pressure.

Renee's eyes rolled in the back of her head as wave after wave of pleasure took over. She moaned louder and louder and she looked into his eyes, "So...do I get the raise, baby?" He nodded his head and she sucked on her cigarette, blowing smoke in his face. He breathed in and felt light headed, they both rhythmically thrust their hips in unison as Charles kissed Renee passionately. "Ohmygod I'm fuckin cumming!"

Renee smiled, "OH fuck! Cum on my tits! Slide that beautiful dick between my tits and let me suck the cum from it." He pulled himself up and position his hips above her breasts and began fucking her large chest, she held her mouth open and sucked on it each time it popped up from between her breasts. "You are one kinky goddamn slut. I'm gonna cum all over your face!" he said and suddenly his cock throbbed and stiffened even more, then his seed shot out and hit Renee's lips and face.

She smiled and pulled his hard dick in her mouth and sucked it clean. She couldn't seem to help herself from being that dirty whore, she made sure he was as pleased as can be. Renee then sat up and kissed his cheek, "Good doin business with you, hun." She stood up, gathered and put on her clothes and walked out with a strut in her step. Her red high heels clicked as she walked out, leaving Charles euphoric on the floor.

She walked to her office and sat down in her chair then as she smiled from thinking about what she had just done, it hit her what really just happened. "Ohmygod! What the fuck did I just fuckin do?" She suddenly realized that she wasn't Renee, Vincent seemed to wake up and remember who he was.

"That bitch made me...she...Oh what the hell!?" he said as he looked down to see his body. He had very large breasts, he guessed DDD's and he was wearing a dress and carrying a pink purse. Vincent opened it and saw some make up and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Goddamnit, she made me smoke. And why the hell can't I stop fuckin cursing?" he tried not to use foul language but he just couldn't resist.

He put his hands on those giant breasts, "My god these are fucking huge. How does she deal with these?" He slowly caressed them, squeezing them together. "Holy shit...that feels...kinda...good...really...fucking...good..." His eyes closed as he imagined someone else massaging them. He started uncontrollably fantasizing about being held tightly. His hands slid down his body and without even knowing it he reached over and pulled his purse close to his body.

"I shouldn't be doing this...fu...oh my...holy...fuckin...shit..." he said as his hand reached in and slowly pulled the pack of cigarettes and lighter out. "I don't...I mean I can't...smoke..." his fingers held a cigarette and placed it between his pouty lips. "How the hell...would I explain if I...started smoking..." his hand raised the lighter up slowly. "I could never smoke...maybe..." his finger flicked it till a small flame burned. "I'd make...one hell of a sexy smoker though..." the fire touched the tip of his cigarette and he instinctively sucked in.

"Good thing I'm not...a...smoker...a beautiful...sexy...smoker..." He felt a moan escape his lips and he let go of his control. He looked down at his perfect round breasts, "Renee's breasts would look so goddamn sexy with smoke all around them." He squeezed them and sucked on his cigarette, blew smoke down his body and watched in awe.

Renee walked in, smiling. "Holy hell, you work quick. I just got a raise because I apparently fucked my boss." she then stopped and was shocked to see Vincent squeezing his giant breasts and smoking without being commanded to. "Mmm baby, you look so damn good playin with those tits. And you make one hell of a sexy smoker." She sat next to Vincent and kissed him on the lips.
"I don't smoke...tits?" he looked confused but didn't stop caressing his large breasts.

"Renee, sweetie, you should get changed. I just got a text, if I do a photo shoot I'll get some nice little perks. Go to the 3rd floor and do the shoot for me." At first Vincent thought about how she just called him Renee but as words formed, that thought drained form him and his response was, "3rd floor? I'll be there in a sec, honey." He stood up and without ability to stop his feminine body, he was out the door.

Vincent's mind seemed to come back to as he walked through the hallway, "How the fuck did she do this shit to me? Why am I obeying her? Goddammit! Shit shit shit, I need to stop this!" He reached into his purse and took out a pack of cigarettes and put one to his lips. "That fuckin bitch made me a smoker! Dammit!" he lit it and felt so sensative and sexy that he calmed down and walked confidently to the 3rd floor.

Vincent got to the 3rd floor and a man was waiting for him in an office that was decorated to look like a bedroom. "Come in, sweetie. You look so good, Renee. Lay on the bed and I'll be ready in a moment." He kissed her cheek and went into a side room.

"I gotta get the fuck...out...of...here...or..." Renee sucked on her cigarette again and felt like she was getting swept away in the scenery and just as she was going to get up and leave the man came back and pressed a button on his camera.

"Honey, this photo shoot is a portrait of pleasure. A man...a woman...flesh surrendering to sexual desire..." he touched her forehead and she stared into his eyes, "Pull your dress down, baby." without breaking gaze, Renee slid the dress down her shoulders and let it fall down her body. She stood there, wearing a purple bra and purple panties, staring her co worker's eyes and letting his camera click away.
He kissed her and reached around, unhooking her bra. She gasped and uncontrollably reached up and wrapped her arms around him. "My god your body feels...good." she whispered and Renee melted into a passionate kiss. The camera clicked away as he slowly guided her down to her back and he fucked her.

Renee moaned louder and louder and begged him to cum inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to force him to cum quicker. She then slid his cock out of her pussy and knelt in front of him. She reached over and took a cigarette from her purse, lighting it. She slowly stroked his dick and kissed it, staring up into his eyes. She gently blew smoke around his throbbing cock and seductively said, "Fuck my mouth, baby. Fuck my big tits. Cum all over me." She slipped his hard dick in her mouth and she began bobbing up and down on it.

"I'm gonna fuckin cum on your face, goddamn slut." she sucked on her cigarette and blew smoke down her breasts just as he put his prick right in front of her face and sprayed his cum all over her face.

"Ohmygod yes! I need your cum!" she let him finish shooting it hot seed all over then pulled it in her mouth to swallow the rest while rubbing the cum into her skin. "These pictures are gonna be fuckin great. Renee, you're gonna love the attention you're gonna get." he went into another room to clean up and Renee sat up, sucked on her cigarette and gathered her clothes. She wiped her face off with a towel and got dressed.

"Sweetie, I'm going to send your share to your paypal sometime next week. I'm glad you finally came around. I think we're gonna have a lot of fun partnering up." he guided her toward the door. She waved at him and smiled as she walked out and down the hall.
She walked down the hall and pushed the elevator button and as it opened she saw Renee standing in there, "You look like one satisfied slut.
How did the shoot go?" she said and Renee answered, "Went fuckin perfect, Renee."

"Wow, you really are accepting your new life. But I just realized we may have a problem with telling us apart. I'm going to give you my old life, you're going to be Renee from now on and I'm going to tell everyone I'm your twin sister Nicole.
I just moved here and we're gonna have so much fun."

Renee stopped and said, "Something's wrong though...like some...thing in the back of my mind is telling me this isn't right. Dammit I can't figure out what the fuck is wrong though."
Nicole responded, "Oh that's the spell I put you under.You're accepting your new life and after 24 hours it will be irreversible. Do you remember being a man?"

Renee sucked on her cigarette and blew smoke straight up in the air, "I was a...? Wait! Yes, goddamnit yes I remember! You did this shit to me! I don't even fucking talk like this! You...you did this goddamn shit to me!" she grew angry but as she stopped talking she sucked on her cigarette and calmed down immediately.

"I did, slut. And the best part is you have full control right now to stop it all...but you won't. If you stop smoking for an hour, the effects will be reversed. You'll completely change back and have no memory of all the slutty shit you did as Renee. Go ahead, quit smoking those cigarettes."
Renee looked at the cigarette in her hand in disgust then slowly raised it to her pouty lips. "Goddamnit! You sonuvabitch! I...I can't stop..." she watched the smoke swirl around her giant breasts and smiled.

"Renee?" Nicole said innocently

"Yeah?" Renee answered back sweetly.

"What were you just talking about, babe?"

Renee thought for a moment, sucking on her cigarette and then said,
"I...something about...dammit, I can't remember."

Nicole laughed and spoke, "Let's go to a club tonight, babe. You look too good not to show off that ass a little." Renee started to shake her head and and say no but Nicole gently guided her hand up to her lips causing Renee to suck on her cigarette. "Fuck...ok I'll go." she smirked and they went to Nicole's car.

They got to the club and Nicole led them both in the front door, "C'mon Renee. Let's go sit by the VIP room." Renee followed Nicole and they sat down, searching the room. Nicole watched Renee look around awkwardly and noticed she hadn't had a cigarette for almost a half hour.

"Ney, babe, you ok?" Renee looked slightly scared and replied, "I'm not feeling so good...something seems...off."
"You just haven't had a cigarette in a while." just as those words hit Renee's ears, the need to smoke hit her and she could barely think about anything else but she tried not to give in, "Yeah but that's not it, I don't really want a cigarette anyway. Something else is...wrong." Nicole got a little bit nervous, it had been close to an hour since Renee's last cigarette and she knew the changes were beginning to reverse.

"C'mon bitch. You'll feel better, let's go outside for a minute." she took Renee's hand and led her out front of the club. Nicole took a cigarette from her purse and watched Renee try her hardest to fight the urge to smoke herself. "Why aren't you having a cigarette, hun?"

"I don't know, I probably shouldn't smoke...I..." Nicole noticed Renee's eye color had changed back to their original color and knew she had to act fast to keep her plan intact. "Shit, you're right. We should both quit..." Nicole sucked in slowly and blew smoke right in Renee's face. Renee breathed in lustfully and looked at the cigarette, "Yeah, let's both quit...smoking..."

"This'll be my last one. Maybe you should...have just one last one." she watched Renee thinking about it, considering having just one last cigarette, "I...that's probably not a good idea. I don't know why but I really don't want to. I mean, I DO want to but..." Nicole took out two new cigarettes and held one up to Renee's face,

"Babe, don't let me smoke my last ever cigarette alone. Let's quit together. One...last...cigarette..." she slipped the cigarette between Renee's lips and she couldn't resist it, she tried to raise her hand to stop her sister but Nicole's lighter clicked and burned the tip. Renee sucked in and pleasure raced through her body.

"Last cigarette ever?" She lit her own and watched Renee blow smoke straight up in the air and laugh, "Yeah...right...last one..." they stood there smoking and talking. Renee finished her's and she looked at her purse, "You have a whole pack left, don't you?" Nicole said.

"Yeah."

"Well...we don't HAVE to quit tonight...we could just finish our last packs and quit tomorrow..." Nicole dropped her's and took another one out, Renee reached into her pure and took one out too. "You're such a bad fuckin influence." she smirked and lit her cigarette.

To be continued...

Vincent was getting ready for bed, he laid down and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt something very strange and before being able to check he opened his eyes and it was morning. Feeling very rested and comfortable, he sat up and stretched, "...wow..."

Vincent was oddly ready for the day, he got up made breakfast ad went to work. Work seemed to drag on and things didn't go great but he couldn't help but be extra happy no matter what happened. He drove past a store and decided to stop for some reason, inside he found himself looking through the clothing section. Searching, he was dissatisfied with everything and he left unhappy.

Vincent got home and made dinner for himself then felt uneasy being home alone so he decided, in a most rare thought, to go out to a bar. With his keys in hand, he left and went driving around to look for somewhere fun. After a while, he became overwhelmed with unhappiness. He couldn't find anywhere fun looking enough and his hunger for fun was unquenched. He got back home and went to bed, feeling a strong sadness. He couldn't help a few tears escaping him. Once again, he felt something very strange just before falling asleep and a dream came over him.

He woke up the next morning with an overpowering smile on his face, his eyes didn't want to open and he remembered something about his dream. He remembered being somewhere so soft and comfortable and relaxing. He remembered floating on a cloud that seemed to change colors in a slow calming way. Vincent tried to think of more details but the dream seemed to disappear quickly enough from his memory so he got up and got ready for work.

He stood in front of his bathroom mirror and began brushing his hair, it looked a little longer and he said to himself, "Wow, it's gotten so much longer than I thought...aw well, it doesn't look too bad..." he stroked his hair for a while and then sat down on the toilet.

After going, he stood up and realized that wasn't something he normally did. He looked at his phone and saw he was late, "Oh shoot! I gotta go." he got to work and things seemed to get better. He found himself smiling more and talking to his coworkers a lot more than before. He shared a cubicle with a nice woman and he rarely talked to her but that day he couldn't seem to stop talking to her about strange yet interesting things.

Theresa was wearing a gorgeous dress and he complimented her on it, starting them on a conversation about fashion and her style. He asked her questions he's always wanted to ask women but didn't have the random opportunity to, things about makeup or why women liked wearing high heels so much. She explained some things to him and they laughed together about it.

Vincent left work and went right to the store again, this time he wondered around mentally examining women's fashion. He watched women as they looked through the clothes and became curious to see what options there were there. He soon stopped looking at the women there and looked through some dresses and tops himself. A worker walked over to him and asked if he needed any help, "Uh, oh no thank you. I'm looking for something for a friend's birthday." the woman smiled and tried to direct him to what he might be looking for, Vincent asked her about today's fashion and they had a conversation about it.

He ended up feeling guilty for lying to her so she found a pair of high heels and Vincent didn't want to tell her he didn't have anyone to give them to. He tried to walk away from the woman but she took them and said, "Oh, don't worry about those long lines up front. I'll ring you up right here." she was so helpful and sweet, he paid for them and walked out.

"I'll return these in a day or two, hopefully she won't be there when I do. Ohmygosh, that'll be embarrassing..." he said to himself as he got in the car. Driving past another store, he was curious again and went in. He again fond himself watching a woman sifting through clothes and when she left that area, he looked through the same rack.

He again was approached and again he got into a conversation about fashion, pretending he was buying something for his long time girlfriend. She helped him find a dress then talked to him about makeup, she brought him to a makeup kit that was on sale and she put it in his hands, "Your girlfriend will love this one, it's been one of our best sellers. And it's the last one, so she'll be so lucky to have it."

He tried to walk away from her and pretend to go to the register but just like before she was trying to help him, "I got you covered. Here's my register." she rung his items up and he paid reluctantly.

Leaving the store he thought things were strangely interesting. Vincent drove back toward his apartment and on the way, he got that same curiosity and stopped in a convenience store. He bought adrink and some gum, then in line he looked at the cigarettes behind the counter. He had always been very strongly against smokers and it was so weird that he was looking at them without feeling hate for them. His turn to pay came up and he pushed his stuff forward then said, "Umm...can I...uh, can I have a pack of..." he stumbled through his words then as if something took over his mouth he spoke again, "Can I have a pack of Misty 120's and one of these lighters?" the young woman grabbed them and rang them up.

He paid and walked out, completely unsure what just happened. He drove straight home, not sure why he made so many purchases and even more unsure why he liked it so much.

Once home, he watched tv and mindlessly flipped through channels. After a while, he looked over at the bags of things he bought and became curious. He slipped the shoes out and held them, they were shiny pink high heels and Vincent noticed something odd just then. They matched the dress he accidentally bought. He pulled it out and realized they were the exact same shade of pink and seemed to be the perfect outfit.

"Geez, now I just need a bra and panties to finish the outfit, haha." he said to himself and put it back in the bag. "Oh well, I'll have to take these back tomorrow..."

He then went to his room and laid down, quickly falling asleep. This time he was dreaming, he saw the color pink all over like in the clouds and wherever things were colored. He looked down and saw he was walking confidently in the high heels he bought. That seemed normal for some reason and he then looked at his arm and hanging down was a pink purse and he then realized he was wearing that pretty pink dress. People were looking at him as he walked down the street and he felt his teased up hair bounce and tickle his shoulders as he went. Over a short while, the confidence that the dream gave him seemed to take over and he felt so right.

He walked into a store and a woman came up to him, it was his coworker. Theresa kissed his cheek and guided him to the clothing section of the store. They talked about stuff and giggled as they shuffled through different clothes. He found himself knowing what to say and looking through bras, seeing many before coming to one he really liked. "What do ya think, Theres?" he held it up to his chest and Theresa smiled,
"Love it, Bitch."

He then slowly faded into reality and woke up laying in his bed. He thought deeply abut how the dream made him feel until it dawned on him that it wasn't normal for him to dream like that, then he realized he had to get to work soon. He got into the bathroom and looked at his face, "Gosh I look so pale and...sickly..." he said before grabbing something to eat and and darting out the door.

At work, Theresa talked to his ear off. She talked about how her boyfriend didn't get her clothes obsession and how she wished her boyfriend was more like Vincent. After lunch, Vincent reluctantly decided to tell her about his dream. She said she loved that idea, "You should totally come dress shopping with me. We can pick out bras and talk about cute boys." Vincent laughed that comment off but was kind of embarrassed, he changed the subject and they finished the work day.

Vincent walked toward his car and Theresa caught up to him, "Hey. Hey, V. I need to ask you something, it's funny you had a dream about us meeting outside of work. I need someone to go out with tonight, my boyfriend refuses to go and I really don't want to go alone. Please?" she was desperate and he had such a hard time saying no so he was going to meet her at a bar then do something, she wouldn't tell him what it was. They planned to meet at 8 that night.

He got to his apartment and immediately went to his room and laid down, the dress and high heels were out. He looked at them oddly, realizing he didn't leave them out. "What the heck?" he sat up and examined them. They were so pretty and something wouldn't stop running through his mind, he wondered what it would be like to put them on. 'What would it feel like to act like a woman, just for once' he thought to himself.

Vincent looked around as if to check and make sure no one was watching then picked up the dress, he popped it over his head and slid it down to see how it fit. He then sat down and pushed the high heel on and then the other. Standing up, he walked to the other end of the room and had no trouble. Then something reminded him that he purchased cigarettes too. He looked through the bad and found them, holding the pack up he felt excitement like never before. But also felt a very strange comfort, like a deja vu. He looked closely at his feet and felt like he'd done that before.
Vincent walked into the bathroom, his hips swayed in the most feminine way and his hands rose in a girly way. He reached the bathroom mirror and looked at himself, "What am I doing?" he mumbled as he just then noticed his hair was longer than he thought, it was past his shoulders. He never let it grow that long but for some reason comfort came over him as his hair seemed to add to his look. He opened the second drawer and was absolutely shocked to see something he never bought.

There in that drawer was a clear bag full of makeup, he saw lipstick, nail polish and brushes through the side. He picked it up and opened it, taking out the foundation. He began applying it to his face as if it was an everyday routine. "How on earth...what am I doing?" he said while applying more and more makeup. He got to the lipstick, a bright red shade, and slid it across his pouty lips. He then instinctively struck a pose, "...holy cow. I look...I'm not that bad looking...I think..." he didn't even look down at his hands moving almost on their own, they unraveled the pack of cigarettes. "I don't...smoke..." he whispered as he looked at them.

Just then there was a knock at the door, Vincent jumped nearly to the ceiling. H ran down the stairs and leaned on the door, "Who is it?" he loudly asked.

"V? It's Theresa, can I come in?" he was terrified she'd see him dressed up like that.

"Theresa?! Yeah, uhh, hold on though. I'll be right back. Just, just wait a sec."

He ran upstairs and tore those clothes off and changed into other clothes. He then dashed down stairs and opened the door, out of breath and looking nervous.

"Woah, you okay? Did I interrupt something?" she laughed and walked in.

"Me? Oh no no no. I was just getting dressed...what's going on?" she sat down and looked around. "Oh nothing, I just thought we could go from here." she picked up the pack of cigarettes and held them up, "You smoke?? I thought you were the one who got smokeing banned from the office. Dirty little secret?" he grabbed them and tossed them in a trash can near them.

"No, no not at all. Someone must have...someone must have left them there. They're not mine." she giggled and they talked for a few minutes. Theresa asked him what he thought of her dress, he said he liked it.

"Well, V...I was wondering if we could stay here. Just for a little bit, maybe have a drink and talk? What do ya say?"
Vincent walked into the other room, getting two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. "Yeah, we can sit for a little while. Here, here's a drink. I'll be right back, I have to...check on something. I'll be right back."

He walked up the stairs and she quickly grabbed both glasses. She looked to see he was completely gone and sprinkled powder in one glass then filled both with iced tea. He came down a minute later, his face was wet and red. "I just had to...there was something on my face. How are you? You ok?" she smiled and nodded. He sat next to her and picked up the glass, sipping slowly.

They talked about fashion just like at work and he was more fascinated than usual. Theresa looked at his hair ans said, "Ya know, you'd look really good if you did something with your hair." Vincent blushed a little and responded, "What? No. Ya think?"
She pulled a brush from her purse and stood behind him, brushing his long hair, "Oh honey, I could do so much with your hair. Have you ever thought about dying it? Or...maybe a perm or something?"

He dismissed the perm or coloring idea but it felt so good to have her playing with his hair, he just sat there relaxing. His eyes closed and he quickly shook his head, then he blinked slowly and then his eyes closed and stayed closed. Theresa began humming softly and gently touched his face to see if he was awake, "V?" she whispered.

Theresa put the brush down and picked her phone up, "Hello, Jenny? He's asleep, come on over, let's get started."
Her friend Jenny came over and they propped Vincent on his couch, tying his hands and feet together. Theresa stuck him with three needles and then she began covering his hair with blonde hair dye.

Hours later, Vincent sat up and looked around, "Wha...what happened?" He stood up and stumbled over to his bathroom and looked at his image. He twirled his finger in his curly blonde hair and smiled, "Something's...like...wrong? I think..." he said to himself then forgot about that thought as he turned away from his image. Then he saw a note that read

"Hey honey,
You fell asleep, I hope you feel better. Anyway, I left you a little present on the counter, check it out.
Love, Theresa"

On the counter was a bag, he dumped the contents out and looked at the stuff. There were brushes, all kinds of makeup, hair bands, cigarettes, lighters and a memory card.

Vincent had no idea what to think about tall of this, he walked away from it, wondering if Theresa had left him the wrong package for him. Then he walked back to the mirror and stared for a moment, "What...is...different? Something...OHMYGOSH!! My hair! What happened??!!" He yelled, finally realizing the difference.

He touched his long locks and moved closer to the mirror, hoping it was an imagination or something. He twirled his hair around his finger and unintentionally giggled. "How on earth...is that for real? My...I'm a blonde?"

He went back to that bag and grabbed the brush and quickly gravitated back to the mirror, he started brushing his now platinum blonde hair. Something was making it hard for him to think clearly, he couldn't really fight that as he watched the reflection in the mirror.

He slowly walked back to the bag and gathered everything in the bag and brought it all to the mirror. Curiosity slowly clouded his mind and he picked up a hair band, he pulled his hair up on one side then on the other. Looking at the reflection, he wondered why he put his hair in pigtails but then another surprise stole his attention in a terrifying way.
He followed his hair down to his chest, where he suddenly noticed he had puffy nipples and some swelling that looked oddly like breasts.

"Umm...what's..." he squeezed his chest and lifted his shirt up. He felt his sensitive chest and couldn't even think of what to say as he now had what looked like boobs, "What is happening to me?!" He dropped his shirt and went to get his phone.
Quickly he dialed his boss, "Hey, Lester? I'm so sorry but I had some personal problems today and won't be able to be in."

"Alright, Vincent. Is everything ok?" Lester responded and Vincent answered, "No, thank you very much though. I'll explain when I see you, everything's ok. Thanks again. Bye."

He hung up and ran back to the mirror. "What the! What am I gonna do!??" just then he got a text from Theresa. "Hey, V. Are you ok?"
He was furious at her, realizing she left the bag for him. "Did you do this to me?" he sent back. Vincent stared at the mirror and examined how the shadows looked on his budding breasts, trying to find a way to hide them if he needed to go out.

"What do you mean, Sweetie? Don't you like the present I left for you?" he read that text and wanted to throw his phone. "Are you kidding me!?" he yelled and looked for an old t shirt that was way too small. He put a shirt on that squeezed his chest down and then put on a sweat shirt, "Well...this is a start, I guess..." he called his doctor and requested an emergency visit then quickly left.

At the office, he waited nervously for over an hour in the waiting room. Finally his name was called and he went back to the room with his Dr.
She walked in and asked, "So, Mr. Verona, how are we today? What's wrong?" he looked at her angrily and responded by lifting the shirts covering him up.

"Oh..." she said in shock. "When did you decide to transition?" she said robotically.
"I didn't! I need your help! Someone drugged me or something...I need to reverse this...or cut them off or something...Umm...can you help me?" he was nearly in tears and lowered his shirts. The Dr looked at his chest and she leaned back, "Well, it seems reversible. It'll take some time though. I'll come up with a plan of action and get back to you soon, ok?"
Vincent jumped up with a giant smile, "Oh thank you, Dr. Adams! That's so great to hear!" He left with hope that things could be returned to normalcy.

Once home, he tried to relax and watch TV. He looked at his phone and read the text from Theresa then responded finally.
"Why did you leave me that bag? What did you do to me?" He put his phone down and not even a minute later it buzzed.

"I want you to be happy, you'll love what's coming next."

He read that in terror and didn't reply. 'What else could she do' he thought to himself and sat down to watch TV.
After a while, he was craving something but didn't know what. He started feeling jittery and annoyed at everything, unable to sit still and eventually going to the bathroom where he left the bag Theresa left for him. He looked through it all, picking up the different makeup. He looked in the mirror, seeing his hands holding the lipstick sent electricity through his body. He looked down and saw his puffy nipples were hard and visible and he couldn't help thinking something was beyond sexy about the stuff in the bag.

"What's going on with me?" he said as he moved close to the mirror, staring at his lips.
"This is so...umm..." his hand nervously opened the lipstick tube and he sniffed it then slowly looked at his reflection. He watched himself slowly slide it across his lips. Something then happened to him that was unexplainable, muscle memory seemed to take over and he applied more makeup. Twenty minutes later, he stopped and looked in the mirror and saw what he had done.

"What...on...earth..." he was shocked that he just seemingly had no control over what he did but he was also shocked that he did such a good job with makeup. Then he did something else that had him scared, he reached down and picked up the pack of cigarettes. They were Capri 120's and he unwrapped the pack without even thinking about it. As if he was so used to doing that, he tapped one out and put it to his painted lips.

"What the hell? I don't smoke..." he said as he looked at his image in the mirror. He knew that wasn't right but seeing his pretty face, long blonde hair and that long white thin cigarette between his lips was turning him on like nothing else ever has.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his fingers like a girl, finding it easy and erotic to pretend to be a woman. Without realizing it, he found himself entertaining himself by watching his reflection act like a woman, smiling and posing.

"Got a light, Hun?" he said in his most feminine voice. He held the cigarette between his lips and held it toward the mirror as if he was waiting for someone to light it for him. He then smiled and picked up a lighter and one of the pills from the bag.

He put the pills in his mouth and drank from the sink to swallow them. Then he realized he was holding a lighter up to his face, "Wait...what am I doing? This isn't right..." the lighter clicked and a flame grew from it. He watched that, knowing he couldn't smoke.

Vincent reached down with the hand holding the cigarette and squeezed his breast, "...ohmygawd..." he moaned quietly. His eyes closed and instinctively the cigarette was put to his lips and the lighter was brought up, burning the tip. He sucked in and pleasure poured through his body with such vigor, he couldn't contain himself. "Holy fucking shit!" those words seemed perfect and he had no ability to think about why the stuff he was doing wasn't under his own control.

Vincent looked at his reflection and thought to himself, 'that woman looks so sexy...' then he sucked on his cigarette again. He watched the mirror as he smoked more and more, not caring that before that day he was a strict non smoker. He picked up the pack of cigarettes and walked back to his couch and put on a soap opera, "What is happening to me?" he said while smoking.
A few hours later, he heard a knock at his door. Nervously he asked through the door who it was, Theresa answered and he opened the door.

"You! Get in here!" she walked in confidently and Vincent stood there, holding a cigarette between his fingers which were painted pink and purple. The tight undershirt he was wearing wasn't enough to cover his breasts and he looked like he was crying.
"You need to tell me what you did and how I can fix it!" Vincent shouted as Theresa sat down on his couch, lighting a cigarette.

"That's not very lady like, honey." she said. He grew so angry he wanted to throw her out the window. "I'M NOT A LADY! You...you...you bitch!" he yelled and began tearing up.

"Well, it seems like you don't want me to tell you how to change back. I'll just leave if you're going to yell at me. Bye." she stood up and began to walk toward the door.

"Wait! Ok...ok, I'll calm down. Please...help me..." he said in a much calmer tone. Theresa stopped and smiled as she turned back to him. "Good, honey. I'm glad we understand who's in fucking charge here. You will be respecful and do pretty much every fucking thing I tell you to or else you'll be stuck being the little bitch you are. Got it, Cunt?" she blew smoke in his face and watched him uncontrollably suck on his cigarette.
Vincent quietly answered yes and she kissed his cheek, "Now that we got that settled, let's get you made up all pretty. You and I are going out tonight." He turned beat red as he heard her say that, "You...we...I can't go out like...like this?!"

"You're going to look perfect and I have something that will help you." she quickly stuck a needle in his shoulder and pushed him back onto the couch.

Dizziness overtook him and she led him to the bathroom, Theresa decided he was going to be the dumb fuckable ditz. She made him up with way too much makeup and made sure to dress him in a way that showed off his now nearly flawless feminine body. He didn't realize that she conditioned him to take hormones without even knowing it so his body kept conforming to her plans.

He sucked on his cigarette and watched as she dressed him, not fully aware that any of it was real. He smiled as she formed his face and giggled as she dressed him in tight clothes.

A while later, they were both walking out to Theresa's car. Vincent was barely able to speak and Theresa knew she had him exactly where she wanted him.

They drove to a bar and got out, walking inside and going right to a couch in a dark corner. Vincent sat there looking around and Theresa ordered drinks for them both, she then leaned close to Vincent and whispered, "Honey, you look beautiful. And by the way, for tonight you're Candi with an I. If you fuck up and don't answer to that name or try to tell anyone you're real name, I'll make you suck every dick in this room." Vincent teared up and through a cracking voice said, "...Candi..."

"Hell, I might make Candi suck a few dicks just to teach you that I can." Vincent looked at her horrified. He sucked on his cigarette and sipped his drink. "Please...don't. I'll...I'll be good. I'm Candi...with an I."

A woman from across the room pointed to them and walked over, "Theresa? I'm so glad you're here. How the hell have you been, Bitch? It's been way too long." they hugged and sat down. "Who's the bimbo?" the woman asked.

"Steph, this is Candi. Candi, this is Stephanie. " Vincent meekly replied with a quiet hello and she laughed at him. "Is she your new...toy? What happened to Renee?" Theresa gave a smirk.

"She found a man...or men. Dumb slut couldn't shut her legs. Yeah, Candi here is a beginner. I'm gonna get her started tonight and see what happens." They chatted for a while while Vincent sat there trying not to do anything to get himself in trouble with Theresa, who made sure to keep massaging his leg and shoulders. He was scared but some things were making him feel more and more comfortable as the night wore on.
After a few drinks, Vincent found himself dancing in his seat to the music and looking around at the people there. He watched as a few men and women stared at him, he even got a drink from a guy. He smiled at the guy and accepted it, not even thinking about how much he didn't want to be dressed that way.

Theresa whispered to him, "Go to the bar and bring us three drinks, Candi." He got up and made his way to the bar, "Can...Can I get three sangrias p-please?" he asked the bartender.

He smiled at Vincent, "You got it. What's your name, sweetheart?" Vincent felt his cheeks turn red and replied, "I'm Candi...with an I." the bartender then asked, "Candi with an I, that's cute. You here with anyone?" Vincent was completely lost in everything Theresa exposed him to and he smiled, "Me? N-no, I'm just here with my girlfriend..." He smiled at Vincent and made three sangrias. As he handed them to Candi, he said, "Well, Candi, if you get lonely...I'm Vince."

Vincent stood there for a minute, looking at the man and admiring the come on. He walked away, smiling and thinking about how good it felt to become Candi. He got back to the table and Theresa and Stephanie weren't there.

Vincent looked around and felt very scared, he sat down and sipped his drink. The music grew quieter and he felt so awkward and small. A man came over and sat down next to Candi, "Hey, baby. You look lonely, you want some company?" he touched her leg and leaned close.

"No thank you, I'm just waiting for my girlfriend." she tried to back away but his hand gripped her leg and pulled her close. "Just let this happen, babygirl." he leaned forward and closed his eyes. Candi backed away and said, "Umm, I don't know who you are and I don't want to do anything...with you..." the man wrapped his arms around Candi and forced her so close he was in her face and he kissed her on the lips. Candi tried to pry herself from him but she was so weak she had no choice but to bend to his strength.

Just then, the bartender, Vince, came over and tapped the man on the shoulder, "Hey guy, I think the lady doesn't want you touching her. Take the hint."

The man turned and was about to say something when Vince calmly touched his neck and he winced in pain. "Take a walk, buddy." Vince let go and the man walked away, mumbling angry things.

"I'm sorry, Candi. Some guys are assholes." Candi thanked him and couldn't help smiling, she was overcome with emotions and Vince seemed like the knight in shining armor type of guy. She was tipsy and she said, "Oh Vince, how can I thank you?" She put a cigarette between her lips and he reached over and lit it for her.

She sucked slowly, staring right into his eyes, "Well you could thank me by taking a walk with me. I just got off my shift." Candi felt all her thoughts drift away and she smiled at him, "I could...I could take a walk." she said meekly.

They walked out the front door and Theresa watched, sitting across the room hiding from Candi. " Ha, Candi just left with Vince, that bartender. He's gonna love fucking the shit out of her." The two women laughed and toasted to a successful transition.
Meanwhile, Vince walked Candi down a dark street. "So...have you worked there long?" She said, while involuntarily reaching over and taking his arm in her's.

"I've been working at the bar for a few years. Actually Theresa, your friend, is a business partner of mine. She got me the job." Candi was so focused on the strange erotic electricity she felt from letting him lead her around that she ignored what he just said. She smiled and said, "Oh yeah? That's...cool..."

Vince led her to an apartment building, "Well this is my place." she looked up at it and asked, "Oh wow, what floor do you live on?" he pointed to the highest window. She awkwardly said, "Well, I should...do you want to...are you going in?"
"Yeah...would you like to come in? Just for a coffee or...something?" She looked concerned and replied, "I probably shouldn't...I mean, I want to...kinda...maybe... but-"

She turned away to look where she'd come from and quickly she felt a strong arm wrapping around her waist, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. At first she tried to pull away and slowly she melted into the long sexy kiss. Her sounds of distress dissolved into sighs as she closed her eyes and kissed him back.

"I...I couldn't help that. I...you're so beautiful and sweet. I understand completely if you're upset, I just had to know what it's like to..." he caressed her cheek so gently and stared deep into her eyes, "...I just had to feel your body close to mine. I had to feel your soft...sexy...lips on mine. I just had to know if you'd...kiss me back." Candi's mind was spinning, she wanted to tell him the truth about what had happened to her and who she really was but the more he touched her and spoke softly to her, the more she loved the attention. She then spoke,
"You shouldn't have...I...you think I'm...beautiful?" he took her hand and guided her to his doorway and motioned for her to walk in. "I probably shouldn't be doing this..." she said while letting him lead her to his apartment and inside, locking the door behind them.

She sat down on his couch and he sat very close to her, "Can I get you something to drink?" he said then took her hand and kissed it gently and sweetly. He kissed her wrist and up her arm, Candi tried to think or say something or do anything but he made her feel so weak and helpless. She watched his face glide up til he kissed his way to her neck, he began sucking delicately. Candi's eyes closed and she quickly became putty in his hands.

Vince reached over and put his arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer. She had absolutely no will power and moved for him, he slid his tongue along her neck. She whispered, "...fuck..." she then reached for his face and flowed into a sultry kiss. His hand snuck down to her dress. His lips found her earlobe and he whispered, "I want you..." Candi sighed and reached up, covering his hand with hers. Her mind was racing with nerves and erotic tension as she uncontrollably pushed his hand up to her breast.

Their lips met vigorously and both began kissing more ferociously, Vince's hand squeezed her breast with such power. She leaned back and she watched Vince's face fall into her sexy bra, he kissed all around it before pushing her nipple out. She moaned sharply and wrapped her arm around his head as he caressed her nipple with his lips.

Candi pulled his body closer to her's, almost on top of her. "...holy fucking shit...mmm..." she moaned softly and lifted her dress up around her waist. She then reached down and unbuttoned his pants, massaging his bulging dick through his underwear.

A sly sexy smile came over her face as she knelt down and pulled his pants down. She reached over and took out a cigarette. Her mind was so lost in the spell and the moment and his compliments that she gave in totally, She sucked on her cigarette and blew the smoke all around his cock. She knew what she was doing and could not stop herself, sliding her tongue along the shaft of his cock and teasing him.

"Do you...want...me to suck your cock?" she whispered, blowing smoke toward her big tits, "Or do you want me to titty fuck you? I'll do whatever you want, lover." He didn't say a word, he pushed his hard dick between her breasts and she began sliding it up and down.
She kept blowing smoke around his cock while massaging it with her massive boobs, squeezing them together. She then slid the head of his cock in her mouth every time it came up to her luscious lips, hoping to make him cum.

He stiffened up and mumbled, "Theresa did a fucking great job with you, Slut." Candi stopped when she heard that. "What? Did a good job of what? Ohmygawd! Did she do this to me for you?" Vince looked down, in the heat of things and replied, "What no, just...don't stop.I'm almost done then we can talk." Candi backed up and Vince leaned down and grabbed her harshly. He pulled her back to where she was.

"I said don't fucking stop, you dumb cunt! I didn't pay for you to stop. Shit!" She was terrified as she realized everything was set up for a reason and that he paid for her. "...I'm...I'm not a..." he didn't let her finish her words, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her face down to his throbbing dick. He shoved her so hard that she tried to scream but his dick muffled her sounds and she didn't stop him out of fear.

She slid his cock in her mouth and he moaned quietly, "That's good, keep sucking." He then slid his dick out of her mouth, "Now get on the couch. Lay down so I can fuck you. I want that pussy." he shouted and she jumped up, obeying. She had tears coming from her eyes causing her mascara to run.

He climbed on top of her and harshly slid his dick in her pussy, she grunted in pain as he began fucking her faster and faster. "Baby, I know about you. I know who you are." Vince said while continuing to fuck her, "I also know that the spell Theresa put you under can be permanent." Candi was so completely terrified, she sucked on her cigarette and said, "Wh...what? No. How?"
Vince laughed and buried his face in her bosoms, "I'll tell you how if you make love to me. I want to hear you moan and beg me like the dirty little dick slut you look like. Baby? If you make it really good, I'll tell you how you can change this spell." Candi smiled and hugged him.
She kissed him and whispered, "Mygawd, I want every inch of your amazing dick inside me! Fuck me harder!" She sucked on her cigarette and placed it in an ash tray next to the couch. Vince kissed her neck, "Beg me to cum inside you. Tell me you're my cock whore." She looked up at him and with such desire she replied, "Yes baby! I am your cock whore! I love your hard cock fucking me! Mmm...keep going!" She closed her eyes and felt him thrust deeper in her.

Candi started moaning and she didn't want him to stop, she didn't care if he told her how to change back or if she had to stay with him. All she wanted was to keep feeling his hard dick sliding in and out of her, her pussy was on fire and he was starting to satisfy her.

"Do you want me to stop?" he said through thrusts.

"For fuck's sake, NO! Don't stop!" she answered. She reached up and held his face, "I want you so bad! I need you...to keep fucking the shit out of me..."

Vince wrapped his arms around her and leaned his lips to her ear and whispered, "If I stop right now...you'll change back...do you want me...to stop sliding my hard cock in you?"

She heard him and lost all control over her senses or cares, "I don't fucking care...don't stop! My gawd, don't stop making love to me! I need your cock! I'm your cock slut...ffffforrrr...evvvvverrr..."

Just as she said that, he pushed his hips into hers harder and harder and his cock stiffened even more, "Ohmygawd I'm cumming! Tell me you want me to fucking cum in you!"

Candi didn't even think for herself, "Oh baby! Yes! Please, honey, please cum in me! Fill my fucking pussy with your hot mother fucking load! I need it!" she screamed as she felt him shove his hips into hers and his dick shot his cum in her.

She felt electric as Vince's cum pumped in her for what seemed like hours and just as he finished and pulled his dick out Candi felt her body finally relaxing, "Holy motherfucking shit that felt fucking amazing..." she said through deep breaths as she regained her mind slowly.
She reached over and took her cigarette, sucking in happily.

"Candi, babe?" he whispered as she laid there with a smile plastered on her face, "Yes, honey?"
He then confessed, "Honey, do you want to know how to change back? Or rather how the spell becomes permanent?" she sucked on her cigarette and blew smoke straight up in the air and responded carelessly, "Please tell me, babe."
"If you let someone cum inside you...the spell becomes permanent."

Candi stopped and shot up, "Umm...what...the fuck...did you just say?" she looked over at him.

"Yeah...you're stuck in that body...for good." he laughed a little and kissed her cheek. Candi pushed him away, "OHMYGAWD! You mean to tell me I'm...I'm never gonna go back to my old life? You fuckin asshole! Dammit! What the fuck!"

Vince wrapped his arm around her and said, "You're so cute when you're angry." She shoved his arm off her and sat up. "I need to get out of here." she said as she reached down for her clothes, Vince grabbed her and began kissing her neck. As much as she thought about stopping him, she couldn't get her body to comply. She closed her eyes and her hands uncontrollably found his body and she sighed.
"I have to...leave...soon...maybe..." he laughed and whispered, "Stay the night..."

His tongue slid along her neck and slowly moved up to her lips and she felt him guide her into a passionate kiss. "Lets go to our room." He took her hand and she spoke, "No, babe, I really shouldn't stay..." she let him lead her to the bedroom and with a laugh she said, "I'll just stay for a..." he cut her words off by kissing her hard and passionately, his hands roughly squeezing her giant tits.

"Mmmm...don't do that...shit that feels fucking...good..." he massaged her nipples and looked her in the eyes, his dick was hard again and he whispered, "Let's make love..." she smiled, "You think I'm just gonna do whatever you tell me to, Hun?"

He kissed her passionately, "I'll stay...one night then..." he pushed her legs apart and massaged her thighs, "You're never going to leave." he whispered. She tried to think about leaving and changing back or trying to get her old life back but with each touch, he made more of her memories disappear.

"I want to...one night then I'll..." he slid his fingers slowly in her pussy. "Where are you gonna go, girl?" he said confidently.
She looked into his eyes and smiled slowly, "No where, baby. No where. I'm not going to leave you...ever..." she kissed him and gently rolled over, guiding him on top of her. "I love you, baby. I never want to leave here. I want you to be with me always." she whispered then reached down and guided his dick to her wet pussy lips. "Please fuck the shit out of me, baby? Please. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me. Make me your's. Take me."

Vince kissed her passionately and whispered, "I love you too, princess." he then slid his lips down to her giant breasts, kissing them and fucking her faster and faster. He knew she gave in and would never again remember her old life. She let him make love to her and cum inside her,

Candi then leaned down and sucked his dick clean.
Later that night Vince went out and bought a pregnancy test for his girlfriend and she freaked out when it came out positive. She was going to be a mother.