Arturus cursed his companions. Cursed the ruins. Cursed his own stubbornness and curiosity. He banged his head yet again against a support beam. Another curse escaped his lips.

He knew he shouldn't even be here. After all, he was a theoretical professor. Not one of those young ones who dig in the dirt and explore ruins. If he just hadn't overheard those adventurers the last fortnight.

He didn't know why adventurers were visiting one of his usual bars, but their hushed talk he overheard, caught his interest at once. Everyone knew the old ruins of the old city of Ferlington. They had been found about fifty years ago. It had been explored by scholars and adventurers alike. There couldn't be found anything new. Or so he had thought. Till he overheard the men.

They had found a ruin below the ruins of the city. Much older and of different origin. Maybe he had been tired of all the younger colleges. What else might have moved him to finance an expedition? He hoped what he found might be worth it.

The group stopped in one of the abandoned gangways below the abandoned city. Most likely a service tunnel used by maids and servants. One adventurer grabbed a wooden wall and pulled it aside. Behind it was the entrance to a cave system. As the cave quickly slanted downward his group had no choice but to rappel down a steep cliff. This was not helping to get Arturus's mood up again.

When they finally reached the bottom he could see where a recent cave-in revealed part of the ruins he was looking for. Indeed they were unlike anything he had ever seen. Personally or in a book. Curiosity made him walk towards it, only to be held back by one of the adventurers.

Right. They had warned him. The ruins were protected by golems. Staying at the rear he let his experienced companions push deeper. They entered a wide corridor. Twelve person could easily stand side by side here.

They were maybe 90 feet into the ruin when Arturus noticed a figure slumped against the wall. The leader of the adventurers had noticed it too and instructed one of his guys to check it out. Damaged and not combat ready was the evaluation.

Nodding the leader gave the signal to move on. Coming closer, Arturus could see the golem for the first time in detail. It was not what he had expected. He had seen plenty and build a few of his own. But this was on another level entirely. The golem looked like a young woman. If it hadn't been for the gray skin and the damaged parts he would have sworn it was a human. But beneath, what looked like ripped skin, he saw metal and other non-organic components. Fascinated Arturus summoned a magic light and stepped closer to inspect the automaton.

Again he was grabbed by the leader. "Careful professor. They look dead but they aren't. After we secured everything we will get you some specimen."

The corridor ended about two hundred feet in. Opening into a big round room. Cautious they entered it and it was good that they were heading in carefully. Several golems were slumped against the wall just like the first one. Unlike the former, these started to move quickly. Charging the adventurers head on.

They were unarmed but Arturus figured out fast why they posed a threat. Most inflicted wounds didn't even faze them. They just continued on with kicks and punches. Only if the underlying support structure was damaged or a limb was torn off they would deactivate.

The curious thing was that the adventurers only pushed them back and didn't really attack. Then, after maybe five to ten minutes, one by one the golems stopped. More than that. They simply fell down where they were standing. The leader then checked how his team was holding up. Besides some minor bruises, they all were fine.

Arriving beside Arturus the group leader explained:"They can only activate for a limited amount of time each day. We do not know why."

"How intelligent are they?" wanted Arturus to know.

Shrugging the leader replied. "We saw team attacks like this before. Besides that. Well, that is your job to determine."

Arturus shuddered. These golems reminded him of nasty rumors he heard. A secret brothel had opened its gates. No prostitutes worked there. But rather lifelike dolls. At least that was the hushed word in the street. Arturus never gave them much interest. He took it as mere slander.

One of his colleagues is rumored of creating those dolls. The professor Benson was young and very driven. So he made quite some enemies and those rumors were surely a consequence. Simple slander. But now that Arturus saw these golems he vowed to himself to find out if there was any truth to it. Maybe he wasn't the first professional to visit these ruins. But for now, he had to concentrate on what lay before him.

They continued onward. The leader had told him at the beginning that there was a room deep inside that looked like a workshop and it was their first destination. From drawn maps, Arturus knew it was three corridors and two rooms further in.

On their way, they encountered one more ambush. Still, they managed to push through without loss. There were a few doors scattered about, but he saw no door handle or other means to open them.

Arturus was astonished that even with this evident age the ruins were still in great shape. But it all paled when they arrived at the workshop. He certainly could see why the adventurers had named it like that. Machines and tool littered the whole big circular room. He could also see why the leader wanted to show it to him. Half disassembled golems were scattered around and even more various body parts for them.

Surrounding the room were smaller rooms connected by doors and windows. A rather strange setup he remarked. However, all but one door were sealed. The one open reminded him of a vault door used in banks or treasuries. Or the remains of it. He saw the damage done by flames, acid and pure raw power.

Behind it was something of beauty. He stepped closer to examine it in detail. Arturus took it for a sculpture or an artificial side project of whoever built this room. He tried to describe it to himself but failed. It reminded him of a bush. But instead of wood, it was grown out of metal. Instead of normal leaves, it had small crystal-like pedals or thorns. Not bigger than a thumb's nail.

"Fascinating isn't it?" came from behind him. He turned around and saw the leader of the adventurers. "Its even more fascinating to see it work. By the way, greeting from professor Benson."

Before Arturus could reply he was pushed backward. Pain seared his back as the thorns and petals cut his skin. He pushed himself away from the sculpture. Yet one of the thorns stuck to his skin. Pain flared as it slid deeper and Arturus screamed in agony. He could feel the thorn cutting, drilling and burrow further into his flesh.

A sudden fatigue had him drop to his knees and hands. Then he collapsed on the floor. Still conscious he felt his body but a paralyzing numbness robbed him of every means of fighting back.

Finally, the thorn reached his heart. The pain ebbed away and for the first time, he could think clearly. He quickly deduced that thinking, hearing and staring straight ahead are all the options left to him.

While slumped down he couldn't see the treacherous leader but he could hear him. "Good. Another one caught in the trap. Strip him and dump him over there. Then we clear the rest of the ruins. Finally, we load some golems and get outta here. Got it? Get moving."

Arturus couldn't do anything as he was manhandled. Once stripped of his clothes he felt the roughness and the chilly surface of the floor. Laying on his back he stared straight up. Time passed. How much he couldn't tell. He heard now and then activity around him. Male voices inquiring what was going on. Screams of agony. The thump of bodies around him. Probably the hired help to steer the carts upstairs. With sadness, he concluded that he wasn't the only victim.

Then the adventurers left. Though by now he wasn't sure they were real adventurers. The leader mentioned professor Benson. Had all this been a setup for him? He had many questions. But even if there had been someone around his body couldn't move. Asking was outside of his capabilities. As was anything else. Panic tried to grip him. Whatever his future was holding now he knew it wasn't good. And that scared him.

*****

More time passed. The floor underneath him slowly got less cold. But his mind deducted the real reason. The floor wasn't getting warmer. His body grew colder. He knew his body was cold as a corpse now. Was he dead? Was this his afterlife? Stuck in his dead body for eternity?

There was sudden movement of his body. Not by him. By someone else. He was manhandled. Again. Whoever it was dragged him over to a wall. Then he was flipped over and saw that it was one of the golems. It moved him more till his back rested against the wall and his head staring straight ahead. He recognized the pose. The same pose he had seen on the golems on his way down. He fought his own mind to not jump to conclusions.

He distracted himself by looking at the room. While he couldn't move his eyes, or even blink, he still saw enough for now. Of course, there was his naked body. A view of a part of the giant room. A few of the machines with unknown purpose. And bodies. Those of the helpers he had hired. Finally, there was a lone golem, the one who moved him, helping to rest another body against one of the machines.

Once done she moved out of his line of sight. There was a grinding sound. As if stone slid against stone. One of the doors he concluded. Then there was nothing. No movement. No sounds. Just the same static view. Time passed. How long he couldn't tell.

He woke up. Still, nothing had changed. New panic filled him. Yet he fought it down. He knew he would go insane if he let himself go down that path. Instead, he chose to fight. Not knowing what good it might do him. If it would even amount to anything. Still, he had to try. His mind was his greatest asset. That he knew.

Slowly he focused his mind on the task at hand. The only thing he could do. He studied his view. Not just in passing but every detail. First, he noticed he could still see. Why? The treacherous band had left. They were deep down underground and no torch around. Yet he could see. He spotted the answer shortly thereafter. Near the ceiling were long panels. They emitted light. Not much. Just enough to paint the room in a weak twilight. The machines purposes eluded him. Even after studying every detail for hours.

A grinding sound broke his concentration. The golem appeared again. She proceeded to move two more of his fellow bodies. Then she vanished again. But while she worked he noticed another detail. The skin of the other bodies had become pale. Like those of a corpse. With concern, he noticed that the golems skin nearly matched those of the bodies. His own included.

More time passed without anything obvious happening. It was the details that worried him. Changes so slow that anyone watching wouldn't notice. Those that crept in right under his gaze. It was the hair. It was growing. On the other bodies but also on his own. It was definitely faster than normal. After two more times succumbing to sleep his own reached his shoulders. The touch of them the first new thing feeling in several days.

But he noticed other changes too. He saw it on the other bodies first. They lost weight. Not like decomposing corpses. No. It simply vanished. Their bellies becoming more trim. Arms and legs lost definition. Their faces shifted. It was when the growth started in him when he had his final conclusion. Twin mounds grew right on his own chest. He knew it. They slowly would become women. Worse. They would join the other golems in the ruins.

Right then he should have been afraid or maybe go mad. Fearing the change. Instead, he wanted it to happen. Desperately hoping it would happen faster. Not because he wanted to be one of them. No. It was because he knew one thing: golems can move. Moving means he could still act. Acting means he had still a gasp on shaping his own destiny. It also meant that one day he could have revenge.

*****

Time was had to judge down there. So he set a rudimentary system to track it. The time span awake was one day. And day by day the changes were happening he expected. His chest and butt filled out. His legs got shapely. He couldn't see his face but by judging the other bodies it would become more beautiful and female. Of course, he had to watch as his male sexual organ receded day by day.

However, it was the unexpected changes that threw him off. After two weeks by his counting, he noticed a change in his vision. It became clearer. Sharper. Better. But there was more. Normally every human had a focused field of view and a peripheral area that was unfocused. Now slowly the focused area spread till it hit the border of his vision. Not the gradual fade to black. No, this border was crisp and clear. He was definitely intrigued by it. So far everything he had suffered through had been a loss to him. Now he gained something. Not much. But it told him there could be more to come. Things he didn't foresee.

The first came two days later. He could see the outline of a rectangle. The curious thing was that it was outside of his field of view. It was to the right. Just behind the border, it stood out against the black background. He didn't know how he could see it he just knew he could. Then he noticed something else. First, the bottom line appeared thicker. Then he got it. The rectangle was slowly filling. Like a glass being filled with wine. Ever so slowly it was filled in. When he guessed it was twenty percent full the rectangle turned orange. By fifty it turned yellow. Just when it became green, at seventy-five, he drifted off to sleep.

*****

He woke up when his vision was changed by movement. One of his fellow companions stirred and slowly stood up. He was elated that his theory was right. They would all be able to move again. The shaking newly born golem had its first steps. Slowly it moved closer. Bridging a few steps towards Arturus. Then it picked up a chunk of debris. It turned to Arturus again and he suddenly knew he was in trouble. Whoever it was was blaming him for their demise.

A moment later it swung the crude weapon down. Hitting him everywhere. Pain seared his body. But as quickly as the onslaught started it stopped. The other golem collapsed on top of him. Once again without movement. He reasoned its allotted time must have been up.

Finally, he could assess his situation. He was in bad shape. The debris had cut into his skin in multiple areas. His vision was mostly blocked by a golem turned hostile to him. Worse the other transformed companions might hold the same grudge. But there were also new things. Below his vision, they where. It was strange alien writing on top of things that reminded him of signs or placards. The left didn't do anything but the right pulsed or flashed slowly. He wondered why.

As he concentrated on the right one suddenly his world expanded. Or rather the things he was seeing, below his vision, expanded. There appeared something that reminded him of a window. Through it, he could see a young woman. By the gray skin, he knew it was a golem. The golem was unmoving. Maybe because it was damaged. He saw some cuts on its torso. Lines of light linked these cuts to more strange texts of an alien script.

Then he figured it out. Those cut corresponded to his own cuts. He saw a diagram of himself. A rather realistic one. For the first time, he saw his new face. It was pretty, if not outright beautiful. It mesmerized him for a moment.

But then he reminded himself of the situation. If one golem could move by now surely all could. And they might seek revenge too. No matter how misguided it was. But it also meant that he too could move. He just had to figure out how. He concentrated on the right sign again and the window vanished. He had returned to his normal view. He found it strange that he could process his normal view and the detailed window at the same time. But for now, he pushed the curiosity over it aside.

Next, he concentrated on the left sign. He guessed right and movement came to him. After so long trapped in one position it felt strange to move. Yet he knew what he needed to do and that he had only limited time to do it. First, he pushed the other golem off himself. Then he scrambled to his feet. He knew now why the other golem had trouble at first. The shifted mass and the new shape was strange and he wasn't used to it. Still, he moved on or rather stumbled on.

Soon he ducked behind a machine and moved on ducked. Blocking the line of sight might help him shake off any pursuers. Then he noticed the rectangle. Just like he thought it was a gauge. One that was quickly draining. Looking around he saw two exits. One where they had come in and one leading to unknown areas. He chose the later.

However, as he came near it his gauge was nearly empty. He hurried to sit behind one of the machines. The way every golem usually sat. He knew the reason why. At least in this position, he could see a bit of the surrounding area.

Then the last of the gauge emptied and once again he became immobile. He noticed another thing. The left sign got darker. Probably to say it wasn't available at the moment. Now all he could do was to wait till he could activate his movement again and pray that no one found him.

*****

He was studying his health window when his gauge finally filled up to twenty-five percent. At the same time, it switched to orange again the left sign lost its darker shade. The gauge had filled slower than he thought. He had a theory why. The cuts were slowly closing. Not by much but enough that he noticed. That probably meant what animated him was also used to heal or repair him.

Now that he could activate himself again he contemplated if it would be wise to do so. With so little charge he couldn't move far. His pursuers would probably wait till they were full. But given his slowed recharging their movement range topped his own and there was a high chance they would find him next time they activated. The only option he saw was to move outside of the area they suspected him and that meant to move immediately and as often as he could.

He concentrated on the left sign. But given the function, he should rather think button. It didn't push inward but it carried a function. So button was a more correct guess than a sign he reasoned. Once again he felt his body stir. He also noticed that his gauge dropped at once into the red again. Maybe five percent. Probably needed for activation. Not good but he executed his plan anyway.

He barely reached the corridor before he had to stop. Again he had to wait. Then, when he reached twenty-five percent, he moved on. Just past a bend, he settled down. His charge had maybe two percent left. He concentrated on his activation button. His movement left him. Mentally he filed away that he could deactivate early to save charge.

Then he passed out from exhaustion.

*****

When he woke up his charge barely reached a third of the maximum. Again he activated and stood up. As he looked behind him, he froze. Not because his gauge was empty. No. Behind him, maybe ten feet away, was a golem. It looked like the charge had run out and it simply collapsed. He couldn't see the face but he recognized the piece of debris in its hand.

Spooked he moved on as fast as he could. A moment later he arrived in a small room. There were about a dozen golems leaning against the wall. His charge was running low and he made a snap decision. He quickly sat down between two golems and then lowered his head. Then he deactivated early.

It took some time but then he heard his hunter enter the room. He saw only the feet go from golem to golem. Finally, they stopped right before him. Delicate fingers lifted his chin and he saw his enemy's face. Slowly a nasty smile formed.

Then it lifted its weapon. Arturus was helpless. He couldn't activate yet. He was doomed. The golem swung its weapon down but missed. Two of the other golems had activated. They moved to protect Arturus. His hunter saw its impending loss and turned to leave, only to fall down as the charge had run out.

His protectors, however, did close in further. They pried the weapon away and then used it in a violent display of brutality to maul the hunter's legs. Throwing away the rock they came back to Arturus. They moved him into the proper golem resting pose and then sat beside him. For the first time in a while, he felt safe.

*****

It was strange. The golems around him didn't move. His body was still repairing the damage so it was recharging slower. The others lacked injuries so they should reach one hundred percent before him. Yet none of them moved, except for the one time when his hunter activated and started crawling towards him. Two other golems activated, dragged his hunter a little away, and then sat down again.

Arturus didn't mind much. It meant he had time to finally catch his breath. Well, not in the literal sense. He hadn't taken a single breath since his transformation. Not even when he activated. That was curious. With no air or other substance as food or water, how was his body moving? Magic? He had never been good at practical magic but what little he had eluded him now completely. He had checked time and time again before his first activation. So many questions. He just hoped he would find the answers and that these, in turn, wouldn't reveal new questions.

*****

The cuts on his body had been fading away. Only thin lines remained and he guessed those would vanish too. With his charge full he could activate. But for what? The group here gave him security. But on the other hand, they didn't move at all unless it was necessary. So what to do? There was one thing on his mind. He activated. Slowly he moved to his hunter.

Then, when he was sure it could see him, he started gesturing. He tried to convey it was not his fault. That he was a victim too. But as his hunter activated and saw the anger and hate in its eyes he knew he didn't reach it. As it tried to grab his legs he shuffled back only to bump into someone behind him. Turning around he saw that every other golem had activated. They had seen everything. Would they judge him?

One of them, the one on his left when he first sat down, stepped forward. She grabbed Arturus hand gently and lead him away. He saw her gesturing to the others and they too followed. Together as a group they moved into another corridor and followed it for a moment. Then the golem that led him stopped and let go of his hand.

She clearly was the leader he reasoned. It became more evident as she made a certain gesture. When the other golems saw it they looked for a spot to sit down and deactivated. Finally, she turned to him and repeated the gesture. He nodded and complied. After he had powered down she too sat down, right next to him, and went still.

Then they waited. Something he got used too in the last days and weeks. It wasn't long after Arturus charge went full that the leader beside him stirred. Another gesture, a new one, and all the others activated. Arturus followed their example. It made sense to him. Synchronized activation meant synthesized movement and resting place.

They moved further into areas of the ruins unknown to Arturus. He didn't mind. What bothered him more was that none of the others reacted much to his affords to communicate. He always got gestures that conveyed he should be patient. For what he didn't know.

But there were other things he noticed. The first time walking without being chased freed his mind to study things. For example his own gait and those of the others. He thought he had gotten used to his new body. After all, he had spent quite some time in it now.

But walking now brought new sensations. The sway of his hips and his bosom. Both very distracting. Unused to them he noticed his gait was off. Compared to the others he walked wrong. Like a man. Some of the other walked in female grace, used to their body. Arturus guessed they had always been female or were transformed a long time ago.

In the others, he saw a gradient between his gait and those walking like women. By it, he reasoned they had been once male, like himself, and in what order they were transformed. However, how long ago that was he couldn't tell.

It was one of the things it vexed him the most. Why are the golems female and why are they so lifelike? For what purpose. Is the transformation through the thorned metal bush the only way to create them? Were the souls of its victims needed? So many questions filled his mind and while he had now companions he still spent most of his time alone. After all what had the treacherous leader said? Golems could work only for five to ten minutes a day. He guessed it was more like five and the rest was fluctuation caused by early activation. It still meant he spent a lot of time each day unmoving. Alone with his thoughts.

*****

There was a routine. Three times they moved. The fourth time they used their short time span to socialize as best as they could. Some hugged each other to spend some comfort. Others danced. They also talked in a sign language he didn't understand. One more thing that vexed him. His curiosity was peaked when he saw two golems kiss passionately. How much of their biological function remained? Could they have sex?

With sudden insight, he knew they could. In a way. The rumors about the brothels came back to mind. He was sure there was a connection. Lifelike dolls. Golems. He was sure they were one and the same. It also meant that so-called "adventurers" had been here more than the one time they had told him. These rumors had been persistent the last few years. He wondered how many of his fellow golems were victims like himself. Lured here under false pretense.

There was a thought more terrifying: they will be back. And what would he do when they did? The limited time they had wasn't much and certainly not enough to last as a good defense. He shuddered at the thought how it would be if they caught him. It probably wouldn't take long to break someone. Take away the limited time they had and soon or later everyone would break. Besides most of them were defenseless. Who knows what the bastards might do. He needed a plan. Fast. For now staying with the group was his best option. But would that be enough? He certainly hoped so.

*****

It was about two weeks with the group when they arrived at another breach, where the ruins had crumbled and opened up to a cave system. What distracted him were the crystals overhead, growing from the ceiling. They gave off a soft glow. He saw remains of crystals on the ground too but they appeared to be broken off on purpose.

They didn't venture in very deeply. Just enough till he noticed the soft sand beneath his feet. The leader pulled him aside and then one by one the golems around him wrote their names in the sand. So they hadn't traveled randomly through the ruins. Arriving here had been their goal.

He looked down and tried to memorize their names. The leader was Nerin. The others were Lily, Sara, Iris, Babs and a few others. Finally, it was his turn to write his name down. As he had written his name down the others gathered. Nerin, the leader, crouched down and erased part of his name then added something. Arturus had become Arti. Babs however couched down too. When she was done his name read Artea. He saw smiles all around. Apparently, he just had been renamed.

Reluctantly he gave a thumbs up. He reasoned he could be Atrea to them. After all, he knew who he really was and making a fuzz out of the topic might lower their willingness to help him.

After the introductions were done Arturus finally could ask some questions. Though their limited time frame and the limitation of writing in the sand made it a tedious task. It took days but he learned a lot. Mostly about their history.

Not everyone had been lured here. Some were stuck here for decades. It didn't matter what they were before. Adventures in search of loot. A thief desperate for a hideout. Merchants who had looked for shelter in a storm and stumbled upon the entrance.

Lily had come to look for her missing brother. When he asked if she had found him she nodded and pointed at Babs. Everyone had an origin but it all didn't matter now. They were golems now. They talked about why they stayed here and didn't try to get help from outside.

They reminded him of the steep climb downward. Without a rope, they couldn't hope to climb the rock face. Not with their limited time. Finally, they told him about the crystals. They warned him they were a big danger to them. That a single touch was all it needed. They compared them to drugs but with only a very short duration. Some golems got addicted to them and hoarded them. They warned him to stay away from those junkies. They defend their stash against everyone.

He still had more questions but Nerin told him they had to move on. Staying at one point for too long was dangerous. But before they did go they lead him a little more into the cave. There was a big underground lake. What made it special were the many crystals glowing under the surface. Much bigger and brighter than the one that lined the ceiling. He also saw that the rocky shore immediately dropped down in a steep cliff on all sides.

What horrified him where the dim outlines of golems he could make out on the ground of the lake. Probably junkies that wanted to reach the bigger crystals in the lake. Now they were stuck there forever. Arturus frowned and turned away. After the next rest, they left the caves behind them.

*****

Their next stop was clear. Back to the workshop. Nerin told him of the golem named Tara. Like himself, she was a scholar, though her focus was purely on archeology. However, they all agreed that his own focus, magical machinery, and automatons, could be beneficial. Now they just had to persuade Tara to share her knowledge with him. Something that might prove difficult, as she was known to be very secretive.

It was five days after their departure from the cave that they arrived at the entrance. Like every day, they sat down to rest. From what Nerin had told him it would take three or four more days for them to reach the workshop. He hoped that the others that had fallen victim would have moved away. He didn't want another confrontation. Even with his new group as support.

*****

It was late and he nearly had drifted off to sleep when sudden sounds broke the silence. He could hear footsteps and voices. Next, he saw torchlight coming nearer. He knew it was probably them. The bastards responsible for his demise. He checked his charge. Maybe a pinch over fifty percent. Not that great. He knew what would follow was a fight. He didn't look forward to it. Not with the goal that Nerin taught him. They took undamaged golems with them so the number one priority was not to harm them. It was to provoke them enough that they damaged him. He knew he would repair himself over time but still, he didn't like it. Damage hurt and the repairing would slow down his recharging speed.

Cautiously they advanced closer. They knew that Arturus group would most likely attack them. It was hard for Arturus to not activate. He wanted to beat them to a pulp for what they did to him.

Not convinced of their helplessness the leader ordered one of his men to spear one of the golems. The man complied and rammed it deep into Lili's tight. He knew it must hurt but she didn't activate. That earned her some respect from him.

Next, they spear one of the other golems. Still no reaction. Satisfied the leader commented that they probably had no time left and ordered his men to move through. It was when two-thirds of the group had passed that Nerin activated and with her the rest. Like furies the charged at the men. The resulting skirmish quickly descended into chaos.

Arturus anger got the best of him. He forgot the plan or strategy. He just wanted to hurt them. He kicked and punched left and right. Then his hands grabbed on to something. The neck of a man.

Arturus strangled him with all his might. Watched with satisfaction the vain attempts to stop him. Suddenly his vision halved. His hands slipped. His legs gave in. His body shut down because of massive injury. He didn't know what it was. Only that it hurt like a hell and he could only see with his left eye. The pain faded quickly. It didn't vanish. It just became a muted sensation. He felt it before with the cuts but he had thought it was nothing.

Now robbed of his movement yet again he could only watch. He saw a few of the other golems laying on the floor. Their bodies damaged. The rest of their group still fought but with their numbers gone the enemies could hold them at a distance. Then one by one the flopped to the floor. Their charge empty and their bodies undamaged. Artrus knew that was a bad sign.

Their group had killed three of the enemies. Sadly, Arturus noted, his intended victim still lived. Coughing like hell but the bastard was still standing. Suddenly his head was jerked around. Something slid out of him. Then he saw a man stepping over him. In his hand a short spear that dripped black ooze. That was curious. Was that ooze from him? Arturus had seen it from a few other golems before. But not everyone was leaking it.

With nothing else to do and his curiosity was caught, he opened his health window. There he saw his body. Mostly untouched but in his head, he saw the big wound. It had clearly gone through him. Entered through the back of his head and pushed out through his right eye. His logic dictated that he had to be dead. That his brain had been pierced. Yet he lived. That meant something else must have taken over the function from it.

Clearly, the body of a golem was a lot more different than he had first thought. Closing the screen he concentrated on his surroundings again. The enemy group had left but they didn't stay away for long. When they came back they carried the undamaged golems away.

New rage flooded Arturus, but he was helpless. He was only a spectator now. But it became worse when they returned again. A long line of unwashed and chained feet shuffled past him. Slaves. He guessed at least twenty. When the enemies returned sometimes later the slaves weren't with them. Sadly Arturus knew where he could find them. Soon the ruins would have many new golems.

*****

It took days for his wound to close. Meanwhile, his recharge speed had slowed down significantly. He was glad for Lily who still had only her damaged leg. She was the first one being able to activate again. She helped as many of them as she could to the normal resting position.

The next days were boring for Arturus. However, one incident stood out. A single golem moved past their group. She carried many of those crystals Narin had warned him about. A junkie. When the golem stepped over him one of the crystals dropped and landed on his chest. Contrary to Nerins warning he felt nothing unusual. Maybe it was a different sort of crystal. This one and those the junkie was carrying missed their glow. Quickly the junkie grabbed the dropped crystal and hurried on.

When she had distanced herself enough she sat down. She piled the crystals beside her and froze. Instead of the usual stare at a room, this golem only looked at the crystals. It was late and Arturus was tired so he let himself fall asleep. The next morning greeted him with the same sight. His group still healing and the junkie still some distance away. However, there was one difference. The crystals were glowing. That was curious. He was even more intrigued when he saw what the awakened junkie did. Instead of grabbing all the crystals and hurrying on she only picked up one.

A smile of delight crept on her face. She moved the crystal along her body as if it was body paint of some kind. Slowly the crystal lost its glow. When it had dimmed down she picked up another one and continued on. This repeated itself till she had only one left. Instead of moving it like the others she deftly pushed it into her vagina. She shuddered as an orgasm wracked her. Though all Arturus could hear was the faint sound of her limps scrapping against the floor.

Then she gathered her stuff and hurried on. Arturus was bewildered. Had he really just seen a golem masturbating? But there was something else. Something he couldn't put his finger on till it suddenly dawned on him. Time. Or rather the time he had watched her. It had been long. Longer than a golem usually could activate.

Instead of the maybe eight or so minutes, it had been thirty or even more. And then she still had charge left to move on. Something was fishy and he reckoned it had to do with the crystals. He activated and looked around. He noticed the others had looked in a different direction. Hadn't seen her masturbate or how long. But he noticed one more thing. The Golem hadn't dropped one crystal. She had dropped two.

The second one had missed Arturus and was now laying behind him. Outside of the other golems view and shining in a soft glow. Arturus knew he had to touch it. Test it. Find out its properties.

Remembering his own guess that it may extend his charge he did prepare first. He looked for a prominent line standing out on a nearby wall. He aligned it with the current charge displayed by his gauge. It had maybe drained nine percent. Then he blindly touched behind him till his fingers met the crystal.

He knew when he did. It felt good. Good as in arousing. It was as if the skin that touched the crystal had become an erogenous zone. But he didn't let himself be distracted too much. He carefully monitored his gauge. Slowly but steady it was climbing. It nearly reached one hundred when it stopped. Not just his gauge but the arousing feeling in his fingers too. Looking down he saw that the crystal had lost its glow. So there was a way to extend the time. Did Nerin and the other know?

What would the do if they knew of his experiment? For now, Arturus decided to keep his findings hidden. But carrying the crystal around might expose him. He needed a plan and he quickly found one in the example of the junkie. He palmed the crystal in his hand. Not hard as it was only as big as his ring finger. Then he stood up and walked a bit around as he had seen others do. When he was sure no one would see what he was about to do he stopped.

He hesitated for a moment. What he was about to do was unsettling to him. He wasn*t that used to his new anatomy. Still, he did go ahead and quickly pushed the crystal into his own vagina. No orgasm followed. Probably because its glow had been drained. However, a shame filled him. Before he could do anything to betray his deeds he returned to his spot and deactivated.

*****

Two days later the last golem had healed and they moved on. However, things were different. When they moved Arturus always noticed a slight good feeling from his Vagina. It always dimmed down after a short while. The other thing was that Nerin was more cautiously. Normally they moved till they had only ten percent charge left. Now she stopped at around twenty.

More vexing was that she took longer to start moving too. It took Arturus a week till he figured it out. The crystal was still active. It made his charge last longer. So Nerin stopped like she usually did and he had only more charge left because of the crystal. Of course, the crystal helped to recharge him too.

That explained why he had to wait on the others in the morning. He had gotten so used to his charge cycle was a time measurement that he hadn't noticed when it changed. Of course, there also was the erotic tingling after an activation. He reasoned that the feeling was his instinct to sort away the unknown feeling of the power transfer from crystal to him. Once the crystal was empty it did go away.

Though he hadn't checked yet he reasoned that the crystal helped to charge him first and only then, when he was full, filled itself. It was as if the crystal was a secondary charge gauge. Now that he thought about it it made sense. The bush or to be more precise its thorns had been crystal too.

He smelled a connection there. He needed to conduct some experiments. More importantly, he needed more crystals. Good thing he once had to listen to a boring lecture of one of this geology colleges. Crystals can be grown. The most important thing was to have a seed. And as it happens he was carrying one with him.

***** authors note *****

Here the story ends. Not properly, but because my motivation to write it vanished. The plan was to write it as a defiant and scientific story to the end.

How should it have ended:
Arturus would have met Tara - the other professor turned golem - and together they would find a way to upgrade the golems. Extending their time and such. Before they could share this with the other golems another raid occurs. Arturus escapes by running to the underground lake and diving into it. By sheer determination, he manages to climb out of the lake only to learn a harsh truth. All golems in the ruins gone. So is the metal bush with its thorns.
Arturus does some last modifications to appear more human and then finds a way out of the cave only to learn a harsh truth. Decades had gone by. The golems common knowledge. The thorns of the bush broken off and inlet into daggers and swords.
As the last free golem, he sets out to free all the others and upgrade them to give them back their freedom.
When he manages it he becomes a hermit focused on one point: create a male golem body. As he had never given up on returning to being male.

I think the slow pacing of the story didn't help to keep my own interest in the story. After months without progress, I decided to abandon the story and focus on others.

Stacy was furious. Stan had cheated again! She knew it deep inside. Now, all she had to find was proof. Two hours until that cheating bastard came home. That is if he was punctual. He might have to do some overtime. As if.

By now she had been going through his small home office and his dressers. Nothing. But there had to be evidence. He acted just as sneaky as last time he had a fling.

It frustrated Stacy to no end. Where would he hide something? Her eyes fell on the ladder hatch to the attic. A few years ago she had found some pornographic magazines up there. Knowing she hated going up to the attic, he used it as a hidden stash. Come to think of it hadn't he been up there yesterday? Citing some bullshit reason.

With new determination she looked for the small ladder she needed to reach the hatch. When she finally made her way up into the attic she was reminded just why she didn't like it here. All dusty and not much light fell in. She told him for years to clean up this mess. If she remembered right, Stan's hidden stash was behind some boxes. She had never bothered to confront him. Back then he had at least not cheated on her with a real woman. Just pictures of them.

Her hand found the stack of magazines. It was bigger than last time. But there was something else. Something hard. Triumphant she pulled it out only to stare at her old iGrimoire 2. What was that thing doing here? Did his thirst for porn include now digimagical stuff too?

Now curious she started it up and grinned. The first evidence of him lying. He had told her he was giving it to a co-worker. So much for that. The familiar Pear logo appeared with its bitten off chunk. Then she waited. It was so slow compared to her current iGrimoire 4 or her smaller iWand 7. In fact, it was much slower than usual which puzzled her as it was just in standby mode.

Finally, she saw the desktop but was even more puzzled by the error message that appeared. Low enchantment grid space. Strange, as the desktop lacked most of the normal apps. She quickly found out why. The iGrimoire had been stripped bare to make space for one single app: "Perfecto Woman"

Finding the icon belonging to the app she tapped it.

## Installing 98% ##

That explained the slowdown and why it was in standby mode. Such a huge app must take some time to install itself in the devices enchantment grid. Just then the progress changed to ninety-nine percent. Probably some naughty game or such. How much had he paid for it? She fished out her iWand 7 and looked up the app "Perfecto Woman".

Strange. It was not in the marketplace. She tried a general search and clicked on the related Magipedia entry.

###

Perfecto Woman - App

This app is highly illegal and banned in over one hundred countries. The app for the iSorcery system (iWand and iGrimore) and golem devices was ruled forbidden for...

###

Stacy clutched her iWand as rage build inside. It was an app to change women. Trap them inside the app and use game-like mechanics to make them into the perfect woman. Be it a submissive faithful housewife or a wanton slut. No wonder it was illegal. There was only one reason her husband had such an app and it made Stacy very angry.

Slowly she scrolled through the entry and her anger grew with each sentence. Nearly at the end, she found a small remark. One that changed her mood. Gave her an opportunity. Put a truly fitting revenge in her gasp. Slowly a nasty smile appeared on her face.

*****

Stan was elated. Finally, his work was done for the week. Time to enjoy a long weekend. One where he would have lots of fun thanks to a small little app. Okay, the app wasn't small and it was highly illegal. But he had no choice. At least that was what he told himself.

Finally, his wife would learn her proper place. He sighed. She had been fun in the past. Prior to their marriage. Now she was in full housewife mode. All prim and proper and a mighty stick up her ass. That was probably the reason why she disliked the idea of trying anal. She was already stuffed back there. Even a blowjob was beneath her. And then she got angry when he got the BJ from someone else.

But no more. This app will change their life for the better. He was sure of it. Provided the installation was complete. The iGrimoire 2 was so slow, but it was something he managed to make disappear without a trail. So it was a good place to install a highly illegal app.

Whistling he approached his front door. Today was a day of change. Eagerly he opened the door. He managed to slip out of his work shoes when he noticed his wife hovering nearby. Her look spoke of trouble. That could all be fixed in a moment.

"Hi, honey. Let me just get something from upstairs then I am all yours," he promised. Grinning as he knew it would be the other way around.

"Something from the attic?" she asked with a certain tension in her voice.

He stopped three steps up the stairs.

"As a matter of fact yes. A gift for you. So you can enjoy your week off from work," he lied through his teeth.

"Oh I already found it," she said with a false calmness.

In a split second the hairs in his neck stood up. Not good.

She withdrew the iGrimoire from behind her back and tapped on it.
"What an interesting app," she mused out loud. "So many features."

"Honey I can explain-"

"Do you know the most interesting feature to me?" She casually lifted the device up. As if she wanted to take a photo of him. A sudden Panic engulfed him. He needed to stop whatever she was doing, so he jumped down the stairs and started running towards her.

"It works on men too," were the last words of her before a sudden light blinded him.

Stan stumbled and fell hard on a stripped bare floor. He felt around with his hands and noticed that the carpet of his home was missing. Something was wrong. He blinked and squinted in the hopes that his eyes started to work again. All he could see was brilliant white. Slowly shapes started to appear. Was that a bed? A shelf. Besides it a dresser. All uniform white. Floor, walls, and ceiling. Everything white.

He turned around and found the one thing of color. It made him scream like a frightened child. One wall was not white. It was like a window. Spanning from floor to ceiling and left to right. Beyond it the giant face of a woman. His wife with a nasty smile on her face.

"Look what I caught! A dirty bastard," she triumphantly proclaimed.

Angrily he shouted back, but despite feeling the vibrations in his throat, nothing could be heard.

"Oh sorry. How careless of me. I had the sound muted," she told him with a smirk.

Vertigo overcame him as the view out of the huge window tumbled around. His eyes told him it was an earthquake, but his room was steady. Only after a moment, it made sense to him. The fourth wall, as ironic as it was, was the display of the iGrimoire he was trapped in. His wife a giant because in relation to the display she was way bigger. If she moved around the device his view moved accordingly.

Her giant hand withdrew after pushing the button on the side of the display.

"There. Try now," she told him.

"Let me out of here!" he shouted furiously.

"Why? So you can put me in there?" she asked with venom in her voice.

"The app wasn't meant for you," he lied. "It was for a co-worker!"

"So you wanna trap a poor office girl in there and cheat on me again?!" she shouted. Making Stan wince in return.

"No honey. You have to-"

Whatever he meant to say was swallowed by silence as his wife dialed the sound of the device down to nothing again.

"I think you said enough for now," she concluded. "Let's get comfortable, see what this app can do, and just what might have befallen me."

His view shook as Stacy walked somewhere. Only when she settled down he could make out details again. The living room. She was sitting on the couch.

"Now let's see."

She lifted her hand and a big finger pointed directly at him came closer. He shuffled back to not be crushed to death by it. A moment later he felt silly as the finger was stopped by the wall or more accurately by the display.

Icons appeared on the fourth wall. Some had small text that he couldn't read till his mind figured out they were mirrored. Just then a pop-up window appeared and Stan had a hard time to read it the mirrored text.

###

Congratulations on your first catch.

However, it appears you caught a man.

Would you like to activate sis...

###

He couldn't read the rest as Stacy confirmed it before he could finish. Angrily he shouted at her. Which resulted in pretty much nothing as he or rather the device was still muted.

Stacy tapped on a big cartoonish gear and a new window opened up.

###
Options:

Target result: WOMAN - Sissy

Device general volume: 0 (Muted)

Voice volume: 10

Voice display: NONE - speech bubble - subtitles

Sound effects volume: 10

Sound effects display: NONE - pop-up - subtitles

Language: < English >

###

"Interesting," Stacy mused aloud.

She lifted her finger and tapped on "sissy". Now it was written all in uppercases and "woman" was in lowercase. Stan was furious. She wanted to make him a Sissy. He didn't even know the app could do that, but that was beside the point. He wanted out and tried his best to get her attention with wild motions and gestures.

"Oh, let me help you with that," his wife said and hit the "speech bubble" button.

He was a bit hesitant but then tried to talk.

## Hello? Stacy? Please stop this nonsense! ##

Like in a comic a speech bubble appeared and he could see the words appearing. It was freaking him out. Instead of hearing his voice he could see what he said.

"Oh, you bastard really think I will forgive you this quickly? Not a snowball's chance in hell."

She tapped on the "pop-up" button for sound effects and then closed the options window.

"Let's see what else is there."

She tapped an icon of a drawer with a red exclamation mark. A new window opened. To his right, Stan saw a full body picture of himself. Complete with Icons representing all of his current outfit. On the left side was a nearly empty grid. An inventory? The single item was displayed as the cartoonish version of a present. It too had a red exclamation mark.

Of course, Stacy had to tap it and a pop-up overlayed the inventory.

### Open starter package? Yes - No ###

Once confirmed several items could be seen.

"Look at all these goodies for you!" Stacy exclaimed.

He watched as she used a small shelf and a big dresser. Nothing could be heard, but glancing behind him he saw the new furniture and two floating decals stating # plop! #.

He barely cared as he saw in horror the other unpacked items.

“Strip,” his wife commanded as she moved some items around. New empty grids displaying the contents of shelf and dresser.

## No way! ## he angrily replied and crossed his arms.

"Are you sure?" she asked with a grin.

Her finger tapped on the icon for his jacket and swiped it away.

# - 50 Points # flashed in red print on the screen.

Points? His eyes searched the screen and found a large number on the top left. Those were a lot of points. A sort of currency in this app. The large number scared him, but it also meant it could run out.

"Save yourself some trouble and strip," Stacy commanded again.

## Bite me! ## His reply hovered for some time in the air. Underlining his determination. At least it was good for something.

"As you wish."

Swipe. # - 50 Points # His pants were gone.

A few more swipes and he was standing naked in the room. Giving her a glare that matched her own.

"In your dresser are pink panties. Wear them!"

## Wear them yourself. Would be the nicest you had worn in years. ##

She dragged the panties to his avatar and points were deducted. A moment later he felt his junk constricted by something soft and silky. He knew he was wearing the panties. Without looking he pulled them down and flung them away.

## Nice waste of points, ## he commented with a smug grin.

He saw anger in her giant eyes and saw her drag the panties on him again. Soon he felt the silky smoothness on him again. Without a comment, he yet again simply dragged them off and flung them away.

Stubbornly she dragged them over again, but her finger hovering over his avatar. She was thinking and it probably didn't mean anything good for him.

Under her finger, a pop-up appeared. He couldn't read it as Stacy was just as surprised as he was himself. Of course, he felt the panties on him yet again and a moment later they landed in a corner of the room for the third time.

"What was that?"

She dragged the panties over and let it hover there. The pop-up appeared again.

###
Enable forced wearing?

Target can't strip item "Common pink panties of lesser edging".

Yes ( 500 Points) - No
###

A cruel grin appeared on her face. Dragging the item on "Yes".

Once again he felt the pantie on him. This time his hands had trouble getting a firm grip on them. Even when they had he didn't manage to pull them down.

She knew the table had turned as his eyes darted to the other objects. One by one she asked him and he declined each item. Each one was forced upon him. First came stockings that caressed his legs. A feeling he could do without. A lacy black choker found its place on his neck. Bright neon pink PVC gloves covered his arms soon after. Each item was practically glued in place.

"This is fun! Don't you think so too?" she asked in a mocking tone.

He just glared back in his ridiculous outfit.

"I think I am getting hungry. Time to make dinner. Oh, don't worry. You can eat something too. How about this dildo? It should be inside your dresser."

## Not in your lifetime, ## he shot back.

With a wicked grin, she dragged the dildo on his avatar.

Nothing happened. She tried a few times. Maybe a different slot on the avatar? Nothing. It always snapped back to its inventory space on the shelf. Now it was Stan's turn to grin.

When she held her finger on the dildo a pop-up appeared and the grin on his face vanished.

###
"Common oral training dildo"

- Info?

- Forced training - one hour (100 Points)

###

"Oh would you look at that?" she beamed.

A tap later and he turned around. Try as he might he could not stop himself from going to the shelf. He saw the dreaded dildo and his hand reached out.

A speech bubble appeared that he filled with all the curse words he knew. Nonetheless, he picked up the cock shaped toy and slowly lifted it to his mouth. New text stopped appearing as he forced the dildo into his own mouth.

# slurp #

# gag #

Comic like decals appeared around him. Like sound effects in a comic book. Detailing his silent struggle against his own body. He could move everything freely as long as he didn't interfere with his training. And exactly that was what he tried.

"This is so much better than I have anticipated!"

He turned around to see his wife and found something else. A big pop-up.

###
Info

"Common oral training dildo"

A common dildo for training blowjobs. Smaller than average for novice training.
Grants one point for each minute of training.

Cocksucker + 2.0
Deepthroat + 0.3
Fetish - phallic +0.5

###

Stan was furious. She was getting points for that?! That was so unfair. At least she still made a deficit. Not much and it wasn't a lot of a consolation.

"See you in an hour or so," she gleefully taunted him.

The fourth wall turned white. Stan guessed she had turned off the display. Finally, he was alone to think of an escape.

Yet deep thinking eluded him as he pumped the dildo in and out of his mouth. Slowly his jaw started to ache and an uncomfortable amount of spit gathered around the silicon cock. In and out it did go. Pushing deep enough to barely avoid his gag reflex. He couldn't help but feel the small veins on the dildo as it slid over his tongue.

Time eluded him and he didn't know how long he had endured it when something changed. The stubborn mechanical pumping of his arm started to vary a little and his tongue started to slightly move too. He guessed he should be alarmed by it but at least it broke the monotony a little.

Not that long after his arm suddenly stopped. Puzzled he needed a moment to realize that he could move it on his own again.

# slurp #

# splat #

The sound effects accompanied his withdrawing of the dildo from his mouth. A boatload of spit landed on the floor and to Stan's disgust, a long line of spit still connected his mouth to the sex toy. He threw the toy away and wiped his chin clean.

There were many things he was supposed to feel. Most of all angry and embarrassed. Yet all he felt was exhausted. His arm hurt from the pumping and his throat was raw. Exhausted he let himself fall on the simple white bed.

The quiet moment didn't last long. The fourth wall turned into a window yet again and he saw his wife looking smugly down on him. It appeared she was sitting on the couch. The device in her lap and a glass of red wine in her hand.

"How was the training?" she cheerfully asked.

## Fuck you! ## was all he managed to reply as his throat was on fire from the abuse.

"Oh come on. I thought you would be in a more celebrating mood. After all, it is your first level up!"

Confused he looked around until he saw the small pop-up on the side.

###
Stan leveled up a trait.

Cocksucker is now level 2!

###

Confused he had to read it a few times. Was it true? He vaguely remembered when the motions of his arm changed. He cursed. Of course. The app was built around changing people.

## Probably just an arbitrary number, ## he croaked. Hoping to lead Stacy astray. If she found out how easily she could change him he was doomed. Well,  more than he already was.

"Let's see what else we can do-" she mused. Stan didn't like the sound of it. Who knows what else this app had in store for him. Silently he cursed the co-worker who told him about this app.

She pushed some icons. Stan didn't really care. He was tired and maybe if he ignored her she lost interest.

"Ah! I can expand your living space with more rooms," she proclaimed. A moment later he saw a doorway open to an equal white room.

"Now for the interior. Walk-in closet? For that, you don't have enough clothes. A BDSM dungeon? Tempting. Clinic. Hmm. Room of glory-holes? I bet you wouldn’t like that one! Well, let's start with the basics. And done. Come on Stan. Check it out."

Stan hadn't really listened. Couldn't she just leave him alone? Suddenly the bed under him vanished. He crashed painfully against the floor. Cursing, he stood up and noticed that he wasn't in the bedroom anymore. It looked more like a kitchen. There were a bar and some futuristic looking fridge or something. Now that he thought about it he hadn't eaten yet. Grumbling he stood up and went to the fridge thing. It looked like someone had crammed a microwave oven and a touch screen in it. Strange.

"See anything you like on the menu?" his wife gloated.

He tried opening the fridge, but nothing budged. However, there was a list on the touchscreen.

## Mac'n Cum? Grilled cum sandwich? Cumlet?! Are you kidding me? ## he exclaimed enraged.

"Oh right. That might not suit your taste ... yet. Here, let me add another dish."

A new item appeared. Spaghetti bolognese. Something normal. Immediately he tapped on it. It materialized in the microwave oven like portion. Like in some science fiction show. He winced as he saw the pop-up bubble.

# Spaghetti bolognese : + 200 Points #

The only normal food and it gave her points? He glanced behind him to the fourth wall and to Stacy behind it. Her grin told him everything he needed to know.

There was no table so he sat on the floor. His backside to her. At least a small gesture of defiance. He grabbed the fork that came with the meal and started in a rush. It had been hours since lunch and he was starved.

"While you eat-" Stacy trailed off. What was she up to now? He hoped he could at least finish his meal before he found out.

"Ah, here you buy new items. Or some boxes with random items. Cheapest one is five hundred. Let's give it a spin!" she exclaimed with some excitement in her voice. The wine she was sipping clearly did its job.

He now and then glanced behind him. Like a fugitive on the run or something like that. After all, he didn't want her to know how much she rattled him. Sure enough, a big pop-up window appeared a moment later.

###
Loot box - bronze

Congratulations you won:

common wig - brunette - shoulder long

common dress - burgundy - mini - stretch

uncommon candy dick - seven inches

###

"Look! There is dessert for you," Stacy commented with a chuckle.

Stan shuddered and fastened his eating of the pasta. He had the lingering feeling that his wife might get impatient soon. As suddenly brown strands of hair fell into his few he knew he had been right.

"Come on. Let me see how it looks," his wife urged. Stoically he ignored her, but she knew how to get through to him. "Turn around and face me or your dinner will be gone!"

Reluctantly he complied and as he turned around his wife burst out into laughter. "The tomato sauce! It looks like you gave someone a blowjob and got your lipstick smudged."

## Shut up! ## Stan shouted and wiped the tomato sauce off his face. It only made his wife laugh harder.

"Oh come on," she teased. "You always said one should be proud of one's own accomplishments. So stand proud as level two cocksucker!"

Stan cursed up a storm, but she didn't notice the floating speech-bubbles around him. Worse was her shaking with laughter and the wild flinging around of the iGrimoire. It meant Stan's forth wall was showing a room spinning around. The vertigo was so strong he had to turned around and fought to calm down his stomach.

When everything settled down he turned around and glared at his wife. ## You know that you can't keep me in here forever. You know that, right? People will miss me.##

"Of course not," she slurred. Betraying how drunk she was. "But the same counts for you. If you would have caught me with the app then you would have the same dilemma on your hands."

Stan remained silent but winced when he saw the epiphany on her face.

"My vacation days next week. You thought you could train me to be an obedient submissive wife in just one week."

Technically nine days, but Stan choose not to correct her. Instead, he tried to appeal to her again. ## Stacy. Come on. Never would I have done that to you. I just wanted to ... bring some spark again into our relationship.##

Stan's palm was sweaty as he waited to see if his wife would buy the lie. As she didn't immediately counter with fury he knew he had a chance. ## This app. I didn't want it to change you. I just wanted to use it to remind you how much fun we had together. ##

Maybe it was the wine that slowed her reaction. For a few moments, she contemplated his plea. Then her face shifted to one of rage again and Stan knew he had fucked up. "Fun?" she snarled. "So now I am too boring for you?"

"We will see about fun," she muttered. Then she looked at Stan. "Desserts are fun, right?"

She tapped through a few menus. Too fast for Stan to follow. Stan barely had time to register that the forth wall turned white before he turned around. It confused him for a moment as he didn't mean to do it or going to the strange fridge. Again he moved without consent and it made him angry. More so it made him scared.

His hands operated the touchscreen despite Stan giving his best to prevent it. Mercilessly it paged through the menu and choose the very thing Stan dreaded. The fridge gave a ringing sound. Opening it Stan's hands pulled out a big lollipop. Though it looked more a popsicle version of an about seven-inch dick mounted on a stick. The last thing he registered was the fleshy color of the candy before he was forced to push it into his mouth.

Only now he regained control of his body. However, it was not complete. His hands couldn't pull out the candy-dick. Nor could he spit it out. Giving up he walked into his new bedroom again and slumped down on it. Was he stuck again for an hour? With that thing between his lips? He decided to wait it out.

Soon a little devil in his mind whispered that he would wait forever. Clearly whoever designed this magical application was a sadist. Would being forced to eat that candy-dick end after an hour? No, not if a sadist designed it. His mind told him the ugly truth. He was stuck until the dick was eaten. Till the last lick was taken and nothing remained. He had to suck dick and this time on his own.

For a while, he despaired. Sobbing and cursing his life. But all that wouldn't help him. Only one thing would. Hesitantly he started to lick. As he couldn't pull the dick out he had to make do with sliding his tongue around the dick as best as he could. As he worked the sugary phallus sweet yet salty spit filled his mouth. Swallowing was hard when a dick parted one's lips. Soon he started to drool around the dick. Coating his mouth, chin, and neck in sweet sticky spit.

It took long, but slowly he felt the dick melt in his mouth. It gave his tongue more space to play around, but Stan hated that he had to purse his lips keep the dick in the right place. Had to really as he wasn't allowed to let it slip out of his mouth. For a moment he wished the dick wouldn't shrink, then he recoiled at his own thought. The app was messing with his mind! He had to end this. With renewed vigor, he sucked on his candy.

A small eternity later the stick the candy dick had been on vanished and it took Stan a moment to realize it. He was still squishing around the last viscous spit. Blushing he swallowed and looked down at the mess on his chest. There, thick white drool coated his skin. It nearly looked like sperm. Alarmed he tried to scrape it off him.

*************************************************

Authors note:
And this is how far I've gotten. Well, a little further, but I lost that progress.

While I liked the alternative idea to "raising" a sissy, my heart wasn't much into it. I poked at the story from time to time but had to conclude that I probably never finish it.

How it would have ended:

Stan would slowly lose ground and give in more and more often. Gradually the app would get to him. With cock sucking becoming his specialty.

The story would have followed the revelation of one or two more rooms.

In the end, Stan's co-worker would have tried to warn him that the police is onto them via text message. Not Stan but Stacy would have read said text message. In near panic, she would have hidden the iGrimoire. Just in time before someone from the police showed up at her doorstep. Looking for Stan. Stacy would make up a story of him seeing a text message and then running out of the house. The police buys it.

When she later retells what happened to Stan, he comes to a conclusion that leaves him in despair. Stacy had lied to the police. Not only was he now wanted, but Stacy couldn't let him go anymore without risking herself. Which meant he was stuck inside the app for good. He does the only thing he knows to make him feel better. Sucking a dick.

! WARNING!
! Unfinished Story !
! And likely to remain so !

Kyle was excited. His parents were gone for the week. Sure his older sister was around to babysit him. For maybe ten minutes and then she would be off with friends.

However, the real reason he was excited was the loot of his little heist. His sister's panties. Not just any of them. One of her most soft and frilly ones. For a long time now he was strangely obsessed with girls panties. Now he could hardly wait for his sister to leave. Finally, he will find out if his obsession was real or a fluke.

He heard the door slam and he knew he was alone.

Making sure his door was locked, he dropped his pants and undies. Then he picked up the panties and slowly slid them up his legs. The soft material caressed his skin till they finally were all the way up.

Next thing he knew he was outside beside his sister's car. The wind was ruffling his skirt and he felt a pull on his chest. Looking at the car's window he saw the reflection of his sister. He had become her. His first instinct was to grab his new body and explore it. Feel up every part of it. However, not outside where everyone could see him. He quickly made his way back to the house.

Once inside the next shock awaited him. There on the stairs was his own body. Still naked below belt save for the panties.

"Alice?" he hesitantly asked.

His body nodded.

"How did this happen, Kyle?" Alice wanted to know. It was strange to hear her speaking with his own voice.

All he could do was shrug.

"Well, then another question: Why is your body wearing my panties?"

Kyle blushed heavily. "I.. I just wanted to know how it felt-"

"Well, I'll change back into your underwear and then we have to figure out a way to swap us back."

He saw her angrily stomping up the stairs in his body. He wondered what to do when he was suddenly back in his body. Bend over and panties in hand. He quickly started to dress, when his sister burst into the room.

"Stop right there!" she shouted.

Kyle looked dumbfounded at her.

"We switched back the moment I pulled off my panties. Put them on again to see if it still works."

He hesitated for a moment and then did as asked. The moment he had the panties all the way up he was once again in the body of his sister. Not for long as she pulled them down again.

"Come down. We need to talk. And bring my panties," she commanded.

She walked downstairs and after Kyle had dressed, he did too. He found her in the living room. Sitting on the couch as if the whole house belonged to her and a smile that gave him the creeps. He knew he was in trouble.

"Well, that was interesting. Wouldn't you say so too?"

He gave a weak nod. She was planning something. Of that he was sure. The question was how much he had to pay.

"Look. Whatever it is that allows you to do it works more than once. Now we have to find out if it works only with my panties or with those of somebody else too. And if it does- Well, I have the perfect candidate in mind. Remember Cindy Simmons? I want you to switch with her and then ruin her reputation."

He frowned. Sure he knew Cindy. Everyone at the school did. She was the queen bee of their high school. Also a very mean-spirited personality. It did help though, that she had one of the hottest bodies at school. She was Alice's rival in every way. Body, spirit, and attitude. Though he would never say that to her face.

"Why should I help you with that. I am sorry about earlier but this is a lot to ask."

Alice smile didn't waver one bit.

"Negotiating aren't we? Well, I have a deal in mind. Tuesday we test it out and if it works with her you spend the school day as her and ruin her rep. That's about ten hours or so of work. Ten hours I am willing to pay upfront. Well, you tried my panties because you were curious right? How about the next ten hours in my body. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in this house and you don't harm my body."

Kyle knew she got him there. He was curious. Now with two times in her body, even if it was only for a short duration, it was much worse. He had to know.

"I can do everything?" he asked. Hoping he sounded not to eagerly.

"Everything. Try on some clothes if you like. Just don't make a mess. Maybe some make-up? Hell, I don't even mind if you masturbate. Once in a lifetime deal. Ten hours in my body for ten hours in Cindy. Deal?"

"Okay, I'll do it."

He already wanted to ditch his pants again, when he was stopped by her. His sister first had to cancel her shopping trip with friends to the mall. She nodded after the call and Kyle stripped his pants and panties. Next, he put on the frilly one of his sister. A blink later he was sitting on the couch in his sister's body.

Alice grabbed his pants and made herself decent again. When he rushed upstairs he saw her flopping down on the couch with the TV remote. He nearly went into Alice's room when he had an idea. Quickly he grabbed some porno magazines, he had hidden, from his room. Then he locked himself in Alice's room. Walking over to the big mirror he admired himself. Or rather the body of his sister. It felt wrong to admit it, but his sister's body was a knockout.

Nearly as sexy as Cindy was. Slowly he ditched layer after layer of clothes. Finally, he saw her naked and he felt strange. Proud for one of this body. But also a bit hot. Then he noticed that his nipples had turned hard. He grabbed them, a bit too hard, and his legs nearly gave away under him.

They were so sensitive, but it still felt good. He started to grab and tuck on his breasts. Felt their heft in his hands. He pinched and prodded till he gave out a first whimpering moan. Now he felt it. A horniness that he had never felt as a guy. He noticed the wetness between his legs and slowly one of his dainty hands moved downward.

He carefully touched his lips down there. Then, eager by the pleasure he felt, he pushed in a finger. Then another and a third. He pumped his fingers in and out. Delirious with sensations that were so alien but felt yet so right. His legs buckled. His gaze found his mirrored reflection. Looked deep into those needy eyes and whispered.

"Come for me you slut."

The girl in the mirror exploded in an orgasm that swept Kyle away. Never had he felt such a high. It lasted longer than he was used to and it spread through his whole body. How long he couldn't tell.

When he finally caught his breath he looked at the clock. Only a half hour had passed. He still had nine hours and a half left. With shaky legs, he stood up from the carpet. He vowed he would do it again at least two or three times.

For now, he looked around his sister's room for inspiration what to do first. Some make-up? Maybe some clothes? Then he remembered the drawer where he got the fateful first panty. There were others and some lingerie sets. He only had looked at them with a passing glance. Worried at that time that he might get caught. Now it was an entirely different matter. Gingerly he walked over and grabbed a few to inspect.

Then suddenly his hands felt something hard under one of her teddies. He pulled it out and nearly dropped it. Alice had a vibrator. And not a small one. He noticed his nipples got hard again and he playfully bit his lower lip.

"When in Rome-" he thought and carried his spoils to the bed.

*****

Alice heard yet another round of loud moans. Clearly, her brother did get some good use out of his time. She smiled when she thought about the deal. Ten for ten. What a joke. If it works and Kyle would do his part. Then Cindy's reputation would be in tatters.

Of course, there was an added advantage Kyle had missed. She had ten hours in his body too. While she had never wondered how it would be to be a man she was determined to at least test a little bit. She used the downstairs bathroom to lock herself in and gain some privacy. Looking in the mirror she saw her brother staring back. He was kinda average overall.

Maybe a bit on the cute side. She even thought with a bit of work he could be handsome. She ditched his clothes till she was only standing in her own panties. It felt kinda strange. His frame was bulkier than she was used to and she missed the weights of her breasts. She smirked at the irony. She sometimes had wished for smaller breasts. Especially after a long day and the back pain made itself known again.

She decided to move on with her experimentation before she lost her nerve. She grabbed into her panties and pulled her brothers dick out. Limp it lay in her hands.

"Well I have jerked off previous boyfriends before so this shouldn't be so hard," she thought.

She started to pump her hand around the dick. It took quite some time till it was remotely hard. Must be because she wasn't really in the mood or into this body. She just did it to have done it. When she had it finally hard she moved over to the sink. She didn't want to do a mess and jerking into it made more sense to her than into a tissue.

Finally she felt some pleasure building. Mostly from the penis head. She adjusted her grip and continued. A moment later a pressure build and then white cum shot out. She felt the release and then her dick softened.

"Well, that could have been better. Not sure why men are so addicted to having sex. It's rather short and messy."

She started for a second try but stopped as her limp dick was too sensitive. She quickly cleaned the sink of her spunk and then hurried out.

"Maybe the ten for ten deal isn't that advantageous for me as I thought."

*****

Kyle definitely wouldn't have thought that he would spend nearly all of his ten hours masturbating. Sure by now it felt a bit sore, but he just couldn't help himself. He reasoned he could always do some more standard girl stuff when he will be in Cindy's body.

For now, he was happy with just the pleasure part. He got up and choose another lipstick. He loved how it felt on his lips and the taste when he bit on his lips while making love to himself.

Next, he donned yet another lingerie set and paged through one of his porno magazines till he found a photo set he liked. It was about a Domina binding down a young man with leather straps.

He didn't like the boy in the picture but the Domina was so strong and sexy. As he started on yet another try for an orgasm he picked up another habit. No one else was talking dirty to him so he had to do it himself. As in his last plays, he pretended to be the girl in the photo shoot.

"Look at me boy. I am strong. I am sexy. And you don't deserve me. Only men and women as hot as me deserve my attention. And you are nothing but my plaything. I just love to bind worthless little boys like you to my whim. Mentally and physically. Oh, don't fret. If you behave and be a good little slave you get a reward."

Kyle didn't get much more into his roleplay as he burst into yet another orgasm. Just when he had arrived at the end of the photo set where the Domina was jerking the young man off.

He enjoyed his post-orgasm bliss a bit when a shout from downstairs pulled him back:" Kyle! Ten minutes left. Finish whatever you started."

Exhausted he looked around Alice's room. It was a mess. Panties, bras and other lingerie were thrown everywhere. The bed was tousled and soaked with sweat and other fluids. The room stank of it too. No way he could tidy it all up in ten minutes. But then again. Cleaning his mess hadn't been part of the deal. Smiling he relaxed and enjoyed the body for the last few minutes.

*****

"Time is up!" Alice yelled. She pulled her panties down and a blink later she was back in her body.

Laying on her bed the first thing she noticed was a strong odor. Like sweat and something else. Just like when she masturbated. And of course, 'she' had been doing it in a way. Judging by the strength of the odor and the arch in her vagina Kyle had made good use of her body.

Then she moved her body up and got a good look at the mess he made. Her clothes and undies scattered around. Her makeup in disarray. Her bed a mess too and wet with her body juices. She just wanted to give in and angrily yell when she caught a glimpse of something that didn't belong to her. Left on the bed were a few porno magazines from her brother. She couldn't help but take a closer look. It was some kind of BDSM scene.

A woman in leather had a bound man at her feet. The man was kinda handsome, but the woman was striking. Normally she would look at someone like her in jealousy. But now she saw her in another light. She was so sexy and powerful. Her mind started to run wild. Playfully she bit her lower lip and tasted the lipstick. Then she noticed her hands had snaked downwards. She felt the wetness there.

"Good god, my body is amazing. Even with all the abuse today it is ready for more."

Her fingers found her love button and started teasing it. With her other hand, she grabbed the magazine and looked for more pictures. They were all so hot and sexy to her. Why had she never noticed it before? Finding a photo set she liked she started in earnest. Contrary to normally she started to talk to herself. Made up a little story along the pictures. That drove her over the edge. She didn't know what had gotten into her but she had to admit she liked it.

Finally, with a clear mind again, she took inventory. Her body smelly, her stomach empty and her room a mess. Time to fix it. And tomorrow she had to get a few things. After all, she had a plan for Cindy. And maybe. Just maybe. She could have a little fun with Cindy while Kyle was wreaking her rep.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle was shaken awake by his sister.

"Come on, lazy boy. We got stuff to do."

His sleepy gaze caught his alarms display. Just past 4 AM. Groaning he got up.

Alice urged him on. "Come on. Shower, then breakfast and at last use the toilet."

"Sis, why has it be so early today again?"

She gave him an annoyed look and explained.

"Because we need to prepare your body before you can switch. Do you want Cindy walking around in your body? If we do it right she won't even know with whom she had switched bodies. Now hurry on."

Giving another groan he did as told. Ever since Sunday, the day they had switched, she had been so bossy. Well, she was bossy before, but now she had turned it up another notch. He fully had expected to get in trouble for the mess he made on Sunday. Nothing. Not a word came from her. Then on Monday, she had been very secretive. Arriving late after school she had carried a large plastic bag. He thought he saw the logo of the local sex shop, but wasn't sure. She had hidden the bag real fast. Then, besides to do some laundry, she spends most of her day locked in at her room.

Now she had thrown him out of bed at an impossible early time. He wondered what was wrong with her. After he had done as asked he returned to his room. What he saw made him look twice. Just to be sure. On his bed was a bunch of leather belts affixed and more bondage gadgets laid around.

"What is all that?" he demanded to know.

"Insurances. Remember we don't want Cindy to know who did it to her. Relax. You will only feel it for a moment and then you will be in her body. Now take these panties, but don't pull them up all the way."

Reluctant he complied. Then she instructed him to lay down on his bed. She proceeded to strap him in. Soon he was nearly completely immobilized. Certainly, he or rather Cindy wouldn't escape. Next a ball-gag and blindfold followed. The last thing he heard was "remember the plan" and then felt her pulling the panties upward.

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy woke up with a start. A moment ago she had been dreaming and now she was suddenly wide awake. What happened? And why couldn't she see anything? She felt strange. Or rather her whole body felt wrong. Worse, she could barely move it and something big was pushing her mouth open. She tried to move and speak, but both proved to be useless.

Then suddenly a voice spoke beside her. "Relax. Don't move. Be a good boy and maybe I reward you later."

It had been a computer-generated voice for sure. She had been pranked by one before. Was this a prank too? If so that person will dearly regret messing with her. First, yesterday some pervert stole her panties out of her locker and now this.

Frantically she pulled on her restraints. A cooing sound was made beside her, definitely female, and then the strangest feeling started. It was between her legs. She felt a hand grab her. Someplace where nothing should exist. Then the unknown person started to move her hand up and down. Some fleshy orbs slapping below it against her skin.

Suddenly she knew what it was. A dick. She had one. Balls included. But how? Trying to figure out more about her body she focused on each part of it. The lack of weight on her chest meant a lack of breasts. Her moans sounded deeper. It all left a stunning conclusion. She was in a boy's body.

Then the jerking caught her attention once more. Her dick had gotten hard. Very hard. By now Cindy was panting hard too. She didn't know much at that moment. But she knew she needed to get off and that she was close to doing so. Then the hand stopped. Cindy whimpered in frustration into her ball-gag. Once again the synthetic voice spoke.

"Behave and I will finish it. I'll be back in a few hours. Don't piss yourself or-"

A slap on her cheek made her captors point clear. Then she heard someone walk off and the slamming of a door. Now she was alone in a body that was not her own and a situation she had no control over. It frustrated her. Nearly as much as her still hard cock yearning for release.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle woke up a second time. This time, however, his limbs were tangled up in half a dozen light blankets. An unfamiliar beeping drove him nuts. He tried to get up, but all the bedsheets had wrapped themselves around him good. Eventually, he saw through tangles of hair an alarm clock on a nearby nightstand. He fumbled around till he finally reached it and punched it off.

Then he looked around. A pretty big bedroom. Clearly, the owner was a girl. As was his body. Then his mind woke up enough to remember. Right. The mission. He was in Cindy's body. He got up. Though it was easier said than done. The blankets had wrapped themselves around him like vines.

"How can she sleep like that?" he asked himself.

Getting up he felt the heavy weight on his chest. Definitely more than his sister had, but that he knew before. Just to be sure he looked around and found her lingerie drawer. Peeking at the bras he confirmed it. A D-Cup. He palmed them and weighted them in his hands. He defiantly liked the feel of that.

Of course, the body was only half the pleasure. Dressing up was the other. One that he seriously didn't explore the last time. The drawer with bras and panties was only half full and he wondered about that. Shutting it, he opened the next drawer. It was chock full of bikinis. Why would a girl have more bikinis than bras and panties?

Perplexed he opened the next drawer. Like the previous one, it was filled to the brim, but instead of bikinis, this one had swimsuits. It got even weirder when the next one contained another load of swimsuits. The last drawer contained scarfs. Or so he thought till he read on one that it was a beach wrap.

Though the beach was only an hour away he seriously doubted that she spend that much time there. Come to think of it their school had a competitive swimming team, but he was sure Cindy wasn't part of it. Looking further around he found a walk-in closet with pretty much standard stuff. Though there was a lot. He knew her parents were loaded somehow, but he couldn't recall how.

Then he found the next interesting tidbit. On her desk were a few catalogs for swimwear. All catalogs were from the label "Serious Beach Bunny". He opened up one and found the next strange thing. Besides every model of bikini or swimsuit where notes. About how they feel, where they pinch and chafe and more.

"This girl is seriously into that. She must have a fetish or so," he whispered to himself.

Of course, that gave him an idea. After all, he had a mission. Today the school would learn of her naughty little secret. He started to rummage through both drawers of swimsuits and pulled out a few that caught his eye. He had seen his sisters swimsuits and bikinis, nowhere close to this amount, but hadn't tried any on. Now as he did he certainly knew why Cindy might have a fetish for them.

"Wow, I like the materials. And they're so tight yet comfortable. Hugging and tracing every curve of this delicious body. I love it!" he mused to himself.

Cindy's bed was already littered with swimsuits he had tried on when he donned yet another one. It was a tight little blue one. It covered his whole front side and six straps crisscrossed on his back. Showing plenty of skin but still managed to pull the front side tight.

He just loved how his massive breasts pushed through the material. And he just couldn't help but to grope and pinch them. Soon he felt the familiar wetness between his legs. Jumping on the bed, he landed on layers of blankets and swimsuits. Then he rubbed himself through the swimsuit until he eventually came.

All the while moaning and whispering to himself. "I love this. I love this so much."

As he calmed down he noticed the time. He had about an hour left until he had to drive to school. Time to get serious. He picked out three swimsuits he liked and put them aside. But he thought it wasn't enough. Rummaging through the closed he found skirts that might match. Looking down on them he wondered if that would be enough. Would Alice be satisfied with his plan? Just to be sure he decided to ramp it up. He picked through the bikinis and found a set he liked. Combined with a wrap it was his chosen fourth outfit. Glancing at the clock he hurried to hit the shower. When he came out he donned the bikini and wrap. Unwilling to part with the other outfits he put two of them rolled up into Cindy's messenger bag. Amazed how little space they took.

By now the whole room looked like a mess. Especially the bed, where now a bunch of bikinis had joined the swimsuits. As a last thought, he grabbed a few of the catalogs. Just then the door opened and a young woman stepped in. Maybe in her early twenties.

"Miss? Time to wake up. It's already-"

She stopped when she saw Kyle standing by Cindy's desk and the bed was empty.

"You are up early Miss," she commented.

Kyle felt himself get flustered.

"Well, I tried that waking up early for a change," he lamely told her.

The woman looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Skipping school and going to the beach?"

It was obvious to him that this was the maid and he liked her attitude. She had spunk. He suddenly had an idea how to mess up Cindy's life even more. With a wicked grin, he told her.

"Sure. The beach is nice this time of the year. I mean who would punish me if I go, right? It is not like someone would give me a good spanking to make me forget such a naughty idea. Oh no. Certainly not an attentive maid who is only concerned for me."

He had started walking closer to her and grinned. "Or am I wrong?" Kyle quickly found out that he had judged the maid just right. Before he could say anything more, the maid grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bed. In one elegant move, she sat down and pulled Kyle over her lap.

"This is for your own good right?"

"It certainly is. After all my parents want a-" A sudden smack on his buttock made him yelp. He had never been spanked in his life before so he didn't know what he had to expect. For one it certainly stung quite a lot.

"Go on. Your parents want what?"

Kyle swallowed. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

"My parents-"

Smack!

"want a-"

Another smack. This time on his other butt-cheek.

"good behaving-"

Yet another slap echoed through the room.

"daughter."

Instead of yet another smack he felt her kneading and massaging his butt. That felt good even with his butt still stinging. The maid's voice brought him back from the feeling in his butt.

"And does a well-behaved daughter skip school to go to the beach?"

"No."

Another slap made him yelp.

"No, Miss Anna. Say it."

A smack gave him the prompt.

"No, Miss Anna."

"And will the young miss skip school today?"

A smack made him respond quickly.

"No, Miss Anna."

"How often did I spank you so far?"

"Seven times, Miss Anna."

As feared another slap hit his buttocks.

"Eight times, Miss Anna."

Smack.

"Nine times, Miss Anna."

Yet another smack and he was panting heavily as he answered.

"Ten times, Miss Anna."

"Good. I think you learned your lesson."

Kyle tried to stand up but was quickly pushed down again.

"Not so fast young Miss." She grabbed his chin and pulled it to the side so that he could see Cindy's bed.

"Who will clean this up?"

Kyle swallowed heavily.

"I will Miss Anna."

Another slap made him yelp.

"No, you won't. Didn't I just teach you that your place is at school? So who will clean up this mess?"

Two more smacks rained down on his poor butt.

"Miss Anna will clean it up. I am sorry."

As expected his butt suffered yet again.

"What was that?"

"I said I am sorry Miss Anna. It won't happen again."

"Good." With that, she started to massage his butt again. Then she suddenly stopped and ripped his bikini bottom off him. She held it under his nose.

"What's this?"

Kyle's eyes went wide. It had a dark wet spot in the crotch area and he could clearly smell his own arousal. Just as he opened his mouth to answer she pushed the bikini bottom in.

"Keep it in or else-"

Kyle gave a slight nod. Fearing what the maid might do if he did anything rash. He certainly cursed his own mind for coming up with the roleplay he was now trapped in. Then he noticed the salty taste to the bikini. Had he really been aroused? By pain nonetheless?

"Let's see how naughty the young Miss really is."

With that, the spanking started again. Not as a continuous stream. No, there was some teasing and rubbing. But never on his most needy part. The one between his legs. By the time his internal count reached eighteen, he was breathing very hard. By twenty-two, he couldn't help but violently jerk around as a massive orgasm ripped through him. Coming down, left him in shame and he led his head hang. He just had climaxed from spanking alone. It was the third time when the maid repeated herself that Kyle could finally comprehend the words.

"Stand up Miss."

With shaking legs he stood up, his head still hanging low. The maid stood up as well and lifted his chin so he could see her in the eyes.

"Was it this you had been looking for."

"Yes, Miss Anna."

In fact, it had been more than the could have even dreamed about. The maid quickly stripped him of the rest of the bikini and pointed to the vanity.

"Sit!"

He listened at once but jerked up as his butt hit the stool.

"I said sit!"

Wincing he complied. The maid took a brush and started to tame Kyle's hair. Then she waved some decorative braids in. Looking in the mirror he had to admit it looked nice. The maid spun him around so his back faced the mirror. Before he could protest she spread her legs and sat down Kyle's lap. A pathetic whimper escaped him as the additional weight drove his butt harder against the stool.

He was now facing her and she leaned in closer. He expected her to kiss him but was disappointed when she reached past him and grabbed something from the vanity. Then she proceeded to apply makeup to his face.

It was maddening. Every time she needed something she would lean in. Then his nipples would brush against her uniform covered breasts. Made him feel the coarse textile glide over his sensitive bits. At last, she applied the lipstick.

"I should do this every morning. Make you a proper young lady."

Before his mind could catch up his mouth blurred out. "Please do."

The maid stood up with a mischievous grin.

"Breakfast is downstairs. Hurry and get dressed." She grabbed a load of bikinis and swimsuits and headed out. Just as she passed the door he heard her tell him.

"I am looking forward to tomorrow morning."

That was certainly not how he had pictured this morning. Quickly reminding himself that he had a mission and a timetable, he started to get dressed. Another bikini and wrap of course. Then he put some of the make-up the maid had used into the messenger bag and headed downstairs.

Sure enough, there was breakfast in the kitchen. But not pancakes or cereals like he had expected. It was a rather light little salad. He tried it anyway and was quickly surprised. It tasted heavenly. If he could have that every day he would eagerly swear of cereal for good.

Then, before the maid could catch him and resume their role play, he hurried outside. After all, he didn't think bikinis were an acceptable outfit for school. Which was the point in the first place why he chose to wear one.

He spotted Cindy's car and quickly hurried towards it. Thankfully his father already gave him some driving lessons and Kyle hadn't much trouble driving over to the school. He parked in Cindy's usual spot. Then he adjusted the mirror to give himself a pep-talk.

"Okay, you can do it. Remember. Cindy usually is bitchy and aloft. Not today. Today she is friendly and cheerful. Don't be your usual shy self and just plow through."

He exited Cindy's car and was surprised by the slight wind playing with his beach-wrap. Thankfully it was warm enough and quite the pleasant day. Strutting over to the entrance he saw the first victims. Cindy's best friends and minions.

As he came nearer he plastered a fake smile on his face. Making sure he was close enough so they all could see him he grabbed another girl. Before she could react he quickly kissed her on the lips. He left the girl still stunned and confused. And walked to the next girl passing by.

"Isn't it a wonderful day? Come here you beauty!"

Startled by his words this girl was an easy target for yet another kiss. He slowly made his way towards Cindy's entourage. Until then the surrounding girls caught on and tried to evade. Nonetheless, three more got a taste of Kyle's lipstick. Arriving at the group he gave them a sweet smile and asked.

"What's up?"

They all looked at him like he had lost his mind. Or rather as if Cindy had lost hers.

"What's up with you is the better question," countered one of them.

"I am just happy," he commented and dug in his bag for mirror and lipstick.

"Why?" one of them wanted to know.

He gave her a mischievous grin and told her.

"Today I found something out about myself."

They all looked bewildered at him. One hesitantly asked.

"Are you gay?"

"No, silly girl-"

They all sighed in relief.

"I am Bi!"

Before the girl that had asked could react he grabbed her shirt and pulled her close. She too could not avoid a kiss.

"Any more stupid questions?"

All looked ready to flee like chicken from a fox, but one found the nerve to ask.

"What's with the getup? Bikinis surely are against regulations."

"Fuck rules!" Kyle shouted.

He turned around on his heels and marched into the school. Grinning as he noticed that none of them were following. Of course, the narrower hallways gave him ample victims to kiss. Who didn't matter. Though he made sure to seek out victims of Cindy's bullying and not only got they a kiss. They even got an apology.

Eventually, he spotted his sister and her friends. They all had already noticed him and were giggling like mad. He wasn't sure from what they had seen or heard from the rumor mill that surely had to start spreading the news.

He knew he had a mission, but that didn't mean he couldn't mess with his sister a bit. Walking a beeline he headed directly to her. "Alice! Good to see you."

He could see that his sister had to hide a smirk.

"Cindy. You seem rather- Upbeat today."

Of course, Kyle used it as a bridgehead to execute his miniature plan.

"Yes, I am Alice. Oh, yes I am. Listen. I know we don't always see eye to eye. But recent events made me realize a bit. I am Bi. And now I know why I always searched confrontations with you. Alice, I want you. I just couldn't sort my feelings out till now. I hope you forgive me and maybe we can start over. Even go on a date if you want."

This clearly caught Alice off guard and she gave a weak:"I'll think about it."

Quickly Kyle kissed Alice too and then, with a wink, he turned around and left. A startled Alice left behind shocked in his wake. He knew it had been something she hadn't expected.

"Was it incestuous?" he mused. After all, he hadn't been in his own body. Shrugging, he continued on only to run into a person. It was the hard chest of the vice-principal.

"Has the youth of today no shame?! Bikinis are not allowed as daily wear at this school. Go home and change. At once!"

He knew he was in trouble but him getting home early would disappoint his sister. He hurried to clarify.

"I meant to change. I forgot. I have clothes in my bag."

The vice-principal gave her a hard look.

"Then change. Now. And don't let it happen again."

Kyle hurried to the nearest woman's restroom. Feeling all the way the angry stare on his back. Then in the privacy of a stall, he changed. He decided for the set to wear as he rather liked the color combination. It was a dark blue one-piece swimsuit with cream, tan, and yellow accents. The skirt was cream with dark blue and tan accents. Both could have been made for each other. Once done he slipped out of the stall and inspected himself in one of the mirrors. He had to admit it worked rather well. The swimsuit nearly looked like a sports top. With the skirt, it came close to look modest. If the material of the swimsuit wouldn't give it away. Still, he was very pleased with it.

"Now this is a look I could get used too," he told his reflection.

Smiling, he headed out. With no vice-principal around he headed for his or rather Cindy's next class. The next few hours he caught quite a few stares. Not just because of the wardrobe, but also for his acting all friendly and flirty with just about every girl he came close to. By lunch break, news had made the round and it got harder to find "victims" to kiss. Cindy's usual friends and groupies were nowhere to be found. Not that Kyle minded. In a way, it was a sign of success. So for lunch, he sat down on the lawn in front of the school and enjoyed the sun while eating a sandwich.

Then he spotted Alice in the parking lot. A moment later she was in her car and driving off. Now he remembered why. To take care of his original body. Smiling he took another bite and wondered what else he could do in the remaining time.

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy jerked as she heard someone entering the house. At least she thought it was a house. For the last few hours, all she could do was testing her bindings and listen. She heard pedestrians walk by. Not very close. Sometimes jogger. The mailman. A few dogs and their owners. That was her only occupation to pass the time and it, of course, alerted her that she wasn't alone anymore.

She heard the door to the room open. Then nothing. Whoever came didn't bother to do anything. Was he or she waiting? Staring at her? Cindy started to moan a bit. She wanted the release of those bonds that dug into her skin and stressed her unfamiliar body. She would do nearly anything to get rid of them. Then she felt the person grabbing her dick.

Embarrassed she remembered the few time in the last hours were it had gotten hard all by itself. A moment later her cock was pushed into something.

"You can pie now. You have two minutes," announced the synthetic voice.

Cindy hadn't to be told twice. The last two hours she had fought to not piss herself. She released a surprisingly strong stream and heard how it hit something plastic. Probably a piss-pot like they used in hospitals. When she was done the captor's hand once again grabbed her dick and a moment later she felt how the last droplets were wiped away with an issue.

Next, she heard was steps and the sound of a flushing toilet. Once the stranger was back the synthetic voice spoke again.

"Don't make a sound or you regret it. Understood?"

Cindy gave a faint nod. The captor fumbled on something at her head and a moment later the ball gag was pulled out. Relieved she closed her aching jaw and swallowed the first time in hours unobstructed.

However, a hand forced her mouth open and a moment later sweet cool water filled her mouth. As she swallowed it all she couldn't help but feel grateful as her throat was parched. As the water stopped she extended her tongue. Hoping for more water.

But instead something hard touched the tip of her tongue and it was pushed down. Before she could react Cindy was gagged again. She moaned in frustration but not too loud. Fearing she might get on the bad side of her captor. Then she heard the voice again.

"You behaved well so far and I do keep my promises." With that, Cindy felt the hand on her member again. Pumping up and down. It didn't take very long till she was hard again. She thought the stranger would stop again just before climax but she was wrong. Suddenly she exploded. Pumping out cum and her hips bucking against the bonds on instinct. Drops of a warm fluid rained down on her crotch and belly. Heavily panting and spend, she let her body relax. That had been different for sure. Instead of the whole body so much of the sensation had been focused in one spot: her dick. And even a bit more on the tip. She barely noticed the tissues wiping her clean. She was still enjoying the afterglow. Sadly though it wasn't as strong as when she was a girl and it ebbed away rather quick.

The synthetic voice broke her sluggish minds musing.

"Halfway done. A few more hours and you will be free. Until then behave and I just might give you another reward."

Before Cindy could acknowledge it she heard the footsteps walking away. At least her captor wanted to free her. That calmed her a lot. Combined with the strenuous activity just now she felt rather tired. Despite the arching in her limbs and the slight pain from the gag forcing her jaw open she slowly drifted off to sleep. One of her last thoughts was a curious "I wonder how a blow-job would feel."

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

Alice was smiling as she drove back. She just had jerked off Cindy, while she was in Kyle's body. She felt oddly empowered. Better than when she had made love to herself while looking at Kyle's magazines. Those she had strangely grown fond of. She wondered if she would even give them back one day. If she was honest probably not. Thinking back of Cindy struggling she grew wet between her legs.

It certainly had been something. She had been in total control and Cindy had been bound and at her whim. That she could get used to too. Maybe Cindy liked it too. She had that silly goofy smile on her face after she had been jerked off. Maybe it was a mind thing. Alice was sure she didn't have a thing for being stuck in a boy's body and the dangly bits between the legs that came with it.

Cindy however certainly acted eagerly. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk Kyle into regularly swap with Cindy. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her legs together. Cursing that she hadn't taken care of her own needs when she had the chance.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle was grinning as he walked down the hallway. Sure enough, most students gave him a wide berth. Not wanting to be kissed. Then he saw Patsy coming towards him. She didn't look like she was afraid to be kissed.

Sadly Kyle knew why. Patsy had some kind of chronic disease, leaving her overweight. He often saw her in the cafeteria only picking at a salad or so. But nothing helped.

Cindy usually ignored her. Worse was when Cindy noticed her and made fun of her. So Patsy thought she was safe as in no way Cindy would kiss her. But Kyle wasn't Cindy, well in spirit at least. Before Patsy could react Kyle had cut her off.

"No beautiful girl escapes me!" he exclaimed and swooped in to kiss her.

That left Patsy blushing and stammering something. Kyle quickly put a finger to her lips to hush her.

"I mean it. You are beautiful. Don't let anyone else tell you differently. I am sorry how I acted before. It was immature of me and I know now that I was a bitch. I hope one day you maybe will forgive me."

Kyle quickly gave her another kiss and then skipped on. The bell had rung and he was nearly late to get to class.

Sitting in the next class he had a strangely good feeling in his belly. It certainly had felt great complimenting Patsy like that.

For the next breaks between classes, he vowed to mainly try to target those that felt as outsiders or losers and tell them otherwise.

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

Alice was shaking her head. It was the short break before the last class of the day and she had run into Cindy again. Or rather Kyle in her body. He was a few feet away kissing yet another girl. Though she was a far cry from the standard Kyle had targeted in the morning. It was some Emo girl she had seen around but never bothered to learn her name.

What shocked her a bit more was the short line of girls waiting. Not running away like the rest did, but patiently waiting their turn for a kiss by Cindy. All of them were bottom feeders in Alice's mind. Which explained a lot. At least to her. Grinning she moved on.

"Way to go Kyle. Way to go. This will surely leave Cindy's rap in tatters."

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy didn't know when she woke up or how much time had passed. However, she had to fight down some panic when she did. Disoriented by the sleep and still surrounded by darkness, as well as bound tight.

But a moment later she remembered the situation she was in and calmed down. Then came waiting. That took some mental strength again. After some time she wished something would happen to distract herself from boredom. A moment later she regretted her wish. Her bladder was full and now she had to struggle to not let go. She would have jumped for joy, if she hadn't been bound, when she heard footsteps.

Once again she felt her dick shoved into something. She hoped it was a bedpan as she couldn't hold it any longer. Blood shot into her face as she blushed in embarrassment.

"Next time you will wait for my permission or you will get punished," admonished the synthetic voice.

Cindy didn't know how to feel. Relieved because she wouldn't be punished today or worried about the words "next time". A moment later her focus returned to the thing between her legs.

The hand was teasing her again and once she was hard enough the hand job started in earnest. She didn't need long before she exploded again. As before she was cleaned up while she still caught her breath. Then after a moment, the voice spoke up again.

"Now I am done with you. But don't think your ordeal is over. What do you think we did with your original body while you were here? Have fun picking up the pieces of your life."

Cindy sudden felt something yanked down her legs. Panties she thought. Then she had to blink as suddenly light shone into her eyes. She was sitting, she noticed, outside of the school on the lawn. Patsy was sitting beside her and talked about pottery. At least she thought that girl's name was Patsy. She looked down at herself and noticed that she was back in her body. Never had she been so happy to see her breasts poking out of her chest.

Though she found the clothes she was wearing a bit strange. She recognized them though. It was one of her one-piece swimsuits and a skirt. Seeing them together she had to admit that both worked well together and she liked how the swimsuit felt against her skin.

"Cindy? You okay?" asked a concerned Patsy.

Was she? She was back in her body and no matter what her kidnappers did today she was certain she could face it. She gave Patsy a bright genuine smile. "Yes. In fact, I feel great." Before she knew what she was doing she leaned over and gave Patsy a quick kiss on the lips.

"Where had that come from?" she wondered.

"Sorry. Just so happy today," she said out loud.

Patsy grinned. "Yeah, the whole school noticed. I think that's the fourth or fifth kiss you gave me today."

That definitely gave Cindy to think. What else did they do with her body? Pushing it aside she motioned for Patsy to continue talking. The way she was talking about pottery nearly convinced Cindy to give it a try too.

A bit later she said her goodbyes and drove home. Looking at the clock her parents wouldn't be home for another hour or two. Only the maid would be around. Cindy wondered how long she would last. Her parents did go through maids faster than a bulldog through a chew-toy.

It was evening when Cindy was munching on a salad the maid had prepared. She was still reflecting on her unusual day when she noticed the maid approaching her. Another unusual thing.

"Miss Cindy. Do you have a moment?"

"Did my captor mess with the maid too?" she wondered.

Curious she nodded. "Sure. What is on your mind?"

The maid didn't hesitate for long.

"It's about this morning. I wondered the whole day if I might have overstepped a bit. And you hinted that you wanted the same for tomorrow. I just wanted to make sure that you hadn't changed your mind."

Cindy tried her best poker face to not look dumbfounded.

"What the hell happened this morning?" she wondered again.

She knew asking the maid would reveal that it hadn't been really her this morning. And Cindy wasn't yet prepared to do that. But after a short moment, she had figured out her means to find out.

"Yes, I want you to repeat it tomorrow. And depending on that I'll think about it and if I want it to be a permanent thing."

The maid nodded and hurried off. Not much later she turned in for the night. She was a bit sad to peel off her swimsuit. It was strange. She had worn swimsuits a lot in the past years, but only now she found them this intriguing. Not ready yet to go without she slipped into another one instead of a nightgown. Satisfied she wrapped herself in a few of her blankets and drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle groaned as his sister still was stripping him of the straps that bound him. His arms already free he undid the strap from the gag himself. He took a moment to massage his jaw. Then he stretched his limbs.

"Urg, my body feels tortured. Glad that is over and we don't have to repeat that."

He looked up at his grinning sister.

"I've gotta hand it to you, Kyle. Nice work you have done today. I so can't wait to see Cindy's reaction tomorrow."

Kyle fringed a bit under Alice's malicious glare. He sure was glad that he was on her bad side.

"Go wash up. Maybe take a warm bath to relax the muscles. I'll be down making dinner."

With that, she walked out of his room. Slowly he sat up and took inventory of his body. His muscles hurt from being stuck in one position and his whole body was sweaty. Strangely his balls felt a bit taunt. Like they usually did when he just had masturbated. Shaking his head he headed for the bathroom. Wondering how the next day would play out.

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy woke up like every day to the annoying beeping of her alarm clock. Unlike every other day she actually tried to silence it by reaching for the buttons on it. Instead, her hands found the cable. Not really caring she yanked it instead. Finally, she had silence again. The next thing she noticed was that someone sat down beside her.

"Good morning Miss. Time to get up."

Cindy groaned. It was the maid. Her sleepy head didn't recall the talk from the evening before.

Instead, she mumbled "ten more minutes" and rolled around.

"Are you sure you want ten more minutes?"

Now Cindy woke up a little. Just enough to get annoyed.

"You are right. Fifteen sounds better," she smugly replied.

Suddenly she spun around. The world a whirlwind of blankets. When she finally came to a stop she saw the floor and found herself over the knees of the maid. She struggled but tangled blankets helped to take away her freedom.

"What the-" she started, but stopped startled as her left ass cheek got a deft smack.

"Oh, it is a long way for you to be a proper young lady. From now on you get a spanking if you don't get up when the alarm sounds. One smack for every minute late. Understood?"

Cindy was dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? She struggled to get up which earned her another smack.

"Understood?" the maid asked pointedly.

Cursing herself for her weakness she replied.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I understand."

Another sudden smack made her yelp.

"That's 'Yes, I understand, Miss Anna'."

Ashamed she muttered. "Yes, I understand, Miss Anna."

"Good. Besides getting up late you will also earn a spanking for asking to get up later. Today you asked for how many minutes?"

Cindy's eyes grew wide. By now her mind was awake and it came to a frightening conclusion: she had to endure fifteen more spanks. Another slap broke her thoughts. She had taken too long. Hastily she replied.

"Fifteen, Miss Anna."

She felt the maid's hand wander over her ass cheeks. Not really massaging, but rather to constantly reminding her of what is to come.

"Correct young miss. Now I will smack you fifteen times. I don't want to hear anything but the count followed by a 'Miss Anna'. If you don't count correctly on time it won't count. Ready?"

Before Cindy could reply the first smack caught her by surprise. Quickly she said.

"One, Miss Anna."

One smack after another followed, with just enough time for Cindy to say the count. By five her cheeks burned and tears dropped down to the carpet. By ten, she was breathing hard and she had trouble not to squirm.

Then at twelve she felt the maids and roam her buttock. A small break were Cindy couldn't say if she was thankful for it. After all, she wanted to be done with this. Then once again she was startled as she felt the hand slip downward. Right to her sex. A small yelp escaped her as she felt the maids fingers probe her sex. Something felt wrong. She was wet. Had she pissed herself? The hand left her sex only to be held under her nose.

"What does that smell like?" the maid demanded.

A violent blush appeared on Cindy's face. She recognized the smell. It was the smell of arousal. She hadn't pissed herself. Worse. She was aroused by pain. Before she could earn another smack he hastily replied.

"It smells like I am aroused, Miss Anna."

"And are proper young ladies supposed to be aroused by punishment?"

"No, Miss Anna."

The maid replied. "This earns you another ten."

And not a blink later another smack caught Cindy off guard. It took two more smacks till her mind caught up and she was counting again. A few smacks later something inside her gave in. An orgasm like she never had before burst through. She bucked wildly, but the maid did held her steady. She barely felt the remaining slaps. Finally done the maid ordered her to stand up. Cindy complied and stood up on shaky legs.

"Will you get up tomorrow without making a fuzz?"

Cindy let her head hang. Meekly she replied.

"Yes, Miss Anna."

"Good. Now jump into the shower and then get dressed. And don't make a mess like yesterday."

With that, the maid left. Cindy stumbled over to her bathroom and into her shower. She barely felt the slightly to cold water. Her mind still tried to process what happened. She had been spanked and humiliated. But that wasn't the worst. It had turned her on and thinking back to her orgasm she still had to shudder. It had been a peak of bliss and besides the small moment where the maid had checked her sex, no stimulation had been needed. She bit her lower lip in frustration.

What did that all mean? Was she now some masochist slave to her own maid? In hindsight, she reasoned that the pain hadn't been so bad. And the pay off compared was so much more. In the end, she pushed all the mess in her head aside and concentrated on washing her body. She reasoned she didn't have to make a decision right now.

Finally done she grabbed a towel and headed out. Now there was the next hurdle in her way. Yesterday, as she came back into her body, she had found herself dressed in a swimsuit and skirt. From the fashion standpoint a highly doubtful decision.

Shaking her head she moved to her wardrobe. Normally building an outfit came easily to her. But not today. Nothing did fit the way she liked, till she found an older short skirt. Her gaze darted to her dresser with her swimsuits in it. In her mind she just had the perfect one piece to go with the skirt.

Curiosity won out and she dug through her beachwear till she found the one. Putting both on her bed she had to admit that the skirt and swimsuit did go well together. Glancing at the clock she noticed she had plenty of time. The time she normally wasted in the morning when she snoozed the alarm a couple of times. Maybe enough time to find a few other combinations. With a grin, she started.

She just had finished a black and dark green combo when a voice startled her.

"What do we have here. Didn't I tell you to not make a mess? Look around. What does this look like?"

Cindy looked ashamed away from the maid and let her gaze drift over her room. A dozen or so skirt and swimsuit combos covered nearly her whole bed. A few others were scattered around. Once again she found herself embarrassed and meekly.

"A mess, Miss Anna."

Without words, the maid walked to the bed and sat down on one of the few not covered places. Wide-eyed Cindy looked at her. She knew what was expected of her. Her heart was already beating fast as was her breathing. But to her surprise, it was not because of dread. Slowly she walked over to the maid and bend over her knees.

This time she recognized the signs earlier. It merely took a few spanks till she was wet again. Then, at the count of ten, the maid told her to get up. Oddly disappointed she complied.

Even though she was tempted to behave badly for a moment to earn more spankings. The maid grabbed one of the skirt and swimsuit combos and told her to change. A little embarrassed she hurried to her bathroom to change in private. As she came out the maid had already folded everything and was close to putting all of them away.

As she noticed Cindy she told her to sit on her vanity chair but with her back to to the mirror. A little confused she complied. A little wince escaped her as she sat down on her still red and raw butt. Then the maid came over and Cindy yelped as she sat down on her lap.

The maid was so close she could smell her perfume and every time she started to talk she was quickly hushed. That only served to humiliate her more and to her shame made her also wetter. The maid carefully made Cindy's make-up, while Cindy tried not to squirm too much. Finally done and free to stand up she looked in the mirror and had to admit it looked good. A quick slap on her butt made her yelp.

"Hurry or you'll be late. Breakfast is downstairs."

With that said the maid returned to her work. Cindy quickly did as she was told.

Only at the drive to her school Cindy was finally able to comprehend what happened. Her whole morning she had been without control. Not only did she lose her privilege to turn around three times before getting out of bed. In addition, her right to choose what to wear had been taken out of her hand and she had barely even noticed it. And on top, the loss of control and the spankings had turned her on so much that she had an orgasm.

Thinking back to the evening before and her talk to the maid she suddenly had an epiphany. What happened today had happened on yesterday's morning too. The only difference had been that her captor had been in control of her body.

Somehow he or she had not only known Cindy's hidden tendencies but also before Cindy had known herself. And while she was alone she could freely admit she liked the changes. Whoever did this to her had clearly freed a part of her she hadn't known and she was really grateful for it.

Smiling she exited her car in the school's parking lot and headed towards the building. Just then she saw her friends and her smile lessened. Would they understand the changes? Could she depend on their support? Somehow she doubted it.

A "Hi Cindy" distracted her for a moment. It was the greeting of Patsy, who walked by.

"There is someone I can talk to and she would listen," Cindy thought.

Her smile returning she caught up to Patsy.

"Hey there. About that pottery courses- Could you tell me more?"

Quite happily she talked to Patsy. Her old friends easily forgotten.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle glanced at her sister and he saw the same bewilderment that surely was on his face. Her sister just had parked her car when they saw Cindy up ahead. But instead of her usual self or a humiliated one, they saw her happy and chatting with other students. One of the more obvious changes were that she was still wearing a swimsuit and skirt. Though a different pair then yesterday when Kyle had steered her. Now and then she would jump away from whoever she was talking to and approach another girl to kiss her on the lips.

"Somehow whatever you did got stuck," marveled his sister.

He could only nod. "Let's see how long it will last."

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

It was the end of the school day and Alice was heading towards her car. Just as she exited she saw Cindy sitting on the school lawn. She sneered as she saw her surrounded by a bunch of misfits.

"The thick, the goth and the ugly. My, my, have you fallen far."

Alice was ecstatic. Whatever Kyle did it still worked. Of course, what worked once could work again. She felt herself getting wet just from the thought of ruining another life. Though she faced two problems. For one her brother might wimp out because he knew now that there were permanent changes. Then, on the other hand, she needed the panties of her targets.

And always risking her own neck certainly wasn't her style. Suddenly she grinned as she remembered something. Monday, when she stole Cindy's panties, she also stole Stella's panties. She hadn't been sure if going for Cindy on the first try was wise. But it worked out.

And now she had a spare panty or spare target. And she had a perfect idea what to do. Now she only had to convince her brother. Speaking of the devil she saw him already leaning against her car. After they both climbed into the car Alice made her pitch.

"What you did to Cindy is certainly amazing, but next time maybe you should tune it down a bit."

"What? Next time?"

"Oh come on. Admit it, Kyle. You liked it. I saw you on Tuesday sauntering around. Kissing girls left and right. You liked it. Do you really wanna stop?"

Alice knew she hit the bullseye when she saw Kyle blush.

"Look. I have still some girls to take down. Not as hard as Cindy but it needs to be done."

"What is in it for me?" Kyle asked.

Alice at once knew it was his way to deflect her request. After all, he wasn't stupid and now that they knew switching had consequences she wouldn't agree to another switch. She wouldn't risk having changes done to her like Cindy by accident.

Suddenly she had a small epiphany. Ever since Sunday, she had been horny as hell. When she got home and she now masturbated a few times. The same as Kyle had all day long on Sunday. She should be angry at Kyle but somehow she liked the change and didn't mind it much. For now, she let it rest.

"Well Kyle, how about this. Fifty. Fifty. Half the time you switch with one of my targets and the other half is up to you. I bet there are a few girls you like to try out."

She saw her brothers mind working. It was evident enough on his face. Finally, he replied.

"That might work but you forgot one detail. We need the panties of said girls for it to work."

Alice gave him a mischievous smile.

"And that's where Stella Tembi comes in."

"Who?"

"Exactly!" Alice gave him a grin. "Stella is a girl in my class. She could be pretty if she would try. But right now she is so shy and reserved that she doesn't do much with herself. Always quiet and so on. A typical wallflower. And perfect for us. She will be our little pantie thief. She has access and no one will suspect her."

Kyle looked doubtful.

"Why would she agree to help us?"

"Oh, she won't. Not yet anyway. But after you switched bodies with her and stole some panties she will have the same urge right? Here is how we do it-"

Kyle nodded along as Alice laid down her plan. She knew she had him hooked. She could barely wait for tomorrow. When they arrived at home she rushed to her room. She was so riled up that her vibrator had to work overtime.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle groaned as he looked at the belts on his bed.

"Don't be such a wimp," remarked his sister.

"My body arched for hours after last time," he defended himself.

"Well, you only need to last until lunch break this time. Now come on. We don't have all day and we are already late."

Sighing he sat down on his bed. Until last week he never would have thought that his sister would tie him up. Now it happened the second time. A moment later he was bound in a spread eagle position with gag and blindfold in place. Stella's panties half way up his legs.

"Remember the mission and don't draw attention to yourself this time."

As Kyle nodded he felt his sister pull the panties up.

He shrieked as the water hit him. Confused he looked around and saw the walls of a shower cubicle around him.

"Everything okay in there Stella?" asked a female person from outside.

"Yes," he hesitantly replied. Followed by a:"The temperature was gone for a moment."

That seemed to satisfy the person outside.

"Well hurry up or you'll be late for school."

As the person outside walked away Kyle could finally take on his surroundings.The bath was small and besides a sink and toilet, there was only the shower cubicle he was currently in. Looking down he saw the slim body of Stella. He had to admit she wasn't bad looking.

But because Stella dressed very conservative and modest he hadn't noticed her before. Reminding himself of why he was here he quickly finished showering. Soon enough he exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Stella's room wasn't hard to find and he rushed to it and closed the door. Next point on the agenda was getting dressed.

Now as he normally was a red-blooded boy he knew what he found sexy on a woman and that helped him dress as Cindy. On the other hand, he was now Stella and had no idea how to dress modestly. He was at a total loss. In the end, he settled for a white blouse and beige skirt.

He remembered that he had seen her with a gray cardigan and after a moment he found it and donned it too. Now that he was dressed he took his time to look around. Stella's room was as her appearance pretty modest and he didn't see much in her room that stood out. There was a sewing machine and some utensils to go with it. Besides them where some sketch blocks. He took a peak and whistled. In them were sketches and drawings of different clothes. Half of them he recognized from his brief foray into Stella's wardrobe. "She has talent-" he muttered. "Too bad she only makes her outer wardrobe. I bet she could design some sweet and sexy dessous and swimwear. If she only would give it a try."

Another yell from Stella's mom reminded him that he was on a timetable. Quickly he walked downstairs and ate breakfast. That made himself very nervous as Stella's mother was nearby. Before he hurried to the school bus he looked for self-sealing plastic bags and found four. Then he grabbed a marker and put all of them into Stella's school bag. With everything ready, he headed out to the school bus.

Of course, he found Stella's schedule. Her school bag as tidy as her room. Not that he needed it. His sister had told him enough times that he could say it in his sleep. In fact, the whole switch with Stella had been planned out. How to act and when. Even what to say. Some of it made Kyle a bit uncomfortable but after the stunt on Tuesday, he could hardly complain.

The ride to school and the first class of the day had been uneventful. Alice had been right. Stella was such a wallflower that pretty much everyone ignored her. That made him a little sad, but he knew that his sister would kill him if he did anything to bring Stella out of her shell. And for all he knew, it might be that Stella was happy that way. Then it was the second class of the day and it was time to put the plan into action. He headed to the girl's locker room and after a moment of hesitation stepped in. Suddenly he felt like a spy. Not only was he somewhere where he didn't belong but he was undercover too. He quickly moved to Stella's locker. Careful to not take glances at the other girls. Even though he was very tempted. He exited together with the other girls.

The PE class was hell. Stella's body was pretty fit but nothing compared to his normal. And then there was the moving of her breasts. It felt so strange and was glad that Stella's were on the small side. After ten minutes he excused himself from the teacher stating he needs urgently to use the toilet. With a wave of a hand, he was dismissed and soon he was in the locker room again.

Looking around he was pleasantly surprised. A few of the girls didn't even bother to lock their belongings away. Soon he found two panties that belonged to his sisters "hit-list" and looked pretty sexy.

"Stella should design panties like these. Sexy and devious. To offset her modest exterior looks," he muttered.

He quickly put his bounty into two of the sealable plastic bags and wrote the owner's name on them. Then he headed out towards the girl's restroom. As expected the room and stalls were empty. He walked into one of them and left the door open on purpose. Next, he pulled out one of the panties and held it up. It was a light blue one with lace. In the silky material were words sewn in and Kyle squinted to make out the small inscriptions.

"Oh, look what we have here."

The sudden voice startled him even though he had expected it. Slowly he turned around. There stood his sister. Hand on her hips and a nasty smile on her face.

"It's not what it looks like," Kyle said. Acting as meek as possible.

Alice walked over and grabbed both bags from Kyle and the panties he was holding. "Well, it looks like I caught a pantie thief. Care to explain? And be honest or else I might rat you out."

Kyle gulped and recalled the script. Then he said.

"I just had to have them. I couldn't help myself."

Alice grinned a nastily.

"And what would Miss panty-thief do with them if I hadn't caught her?"

"Nothing. I swear. Maybe study their design a little."

The last part Kyle made up on the fly. Alice didn't seem to mind and continued.

"Well, not anymore. Hand them to me. Good. From now on you always will deliver the panties to me. Understood?"

Kyle nodded. But that was not enough.

"I want to hear you say it."

Kyle gulped. He knew it was just an act, but right now his sister was more than scary.

"From now on I will always bring my stolen panties to you, Miss Alice."

"Good. And will you talk to anyone about this?"

"No miss Alice. I won't say anything about this to anyone."

"I tell you something, my little thief. Serve me good and I might just reward you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Miss Alice. I would like to earn a reward for you."

"And maybe you will. But not today. Go back to your class before they notice how long you've been gone."

"Yes, Miss Alice."

Kyle hurried outside and back to his class. Glad that this was over. Now he just had to endure till lunch break.

As PE ended two girls quickly noticed that their panties were gone. A moment later accusations made the round. Alice plan seemed to work. Not one of them thought it might have been Stella and no one stopped as Kyle slipped out of the locker room.

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

It was Friday after school when Alice walked with a triumphant smile to her car. Kyle was already waiting impatiently. As soon as they were both in the car she tossed him two bags.

"It worked. Never doubt your big sister."

She saw Kyle eye the two bag warily. Both contained panties. Smiling she remembered her encounter with Stella. This time the real one. Despite that, the "little talk" they had played out had been nearly the same as the day before. Now she had access to four panties and with them access to four more girls.

And more would be coming within her grasp now that Stella was her little thrall. Just the thought what she might do to others made her wet. She raced home. Barely restricting herself to the speed limit. Arriving at home she rushed to her room and stayed there for the next hours. Dinner could wait. Her burning need couldn't.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle stumbled and nearly fell. To his luck two strong arms caught him. He looked up and saw Jason uncomfortably close. He cursed the timing when he had switched bodies with Haley. According to Alice, Haley hadn't been due to go out with Jason on their date for another hour. Something had messed up the timetable. Kyle quickly pushed Jason away and mumbled that he was fine.

In silence, they walk on through the park. While walking Kyle review the plan. Alice wanted Jason as her boyfriend. Kyle knew that for a long time. But that won't be happening as long as he was dating Haley. Now that Alice had gotten her hands on Haley's panties it was his job to break them up.

And he didn't have a lot of time to do it. His parents were due to come back today. Nervously he pulled Haley's smartphone out and checked the time. He had a little less than two hours until Alice would yank of the panties. Instead of putting it away he browsed through it.

Just to annoy Jason and to buy himself some time. He found a lot of selfies of Haley with her friends. But then he found another folder with tons of selfies of Haley standing in woods and nature. Usually shot in a way that Haley was barely to be seen and most of the pic was of her surroundings. Kyle found that strange.

"Am I boring you?" came from Jason.

Kyle looked up and saw a charming smile. Or something that a girl might have mistaken for one.

"A little-" he answered and then cringed.

He wanted it to sound like he was annoyed. But in hindsight, it was awfully like flirtatious teasing. He hastily looked back to the phone. Finally, he took a peek at Haley's calendar app. What he found made him nearly stumble again.

"11 am - Meeting and breaking up with Jason. You can do it this time Haley. You are a big girl. Don't let his smile get to you."

So he was in Haley's body to make her break up with Jason and interrupting meanwhile Haley's chance to do the same. The irony wasn't lost on him. Then again Haley seemed to have trouble with that.

"Don't worry. Leave it to me," Kyle thought.

They came to a stop at some benches that were near the park's lake shore.

"You seem to be distracted today," commented Jason.

As Kyle looked over he saw Jason's charming smile and suddenly felt flustered.

His mind raced. "What is wrong with me? I shouldn't react this way. I am not gay. Then again I am currently in a straight girls body. Maybe that messes with my mind. I need to get this over with."

Snapping out of his thoughts he spoke up.

"Listen, Jason. I've been thinking. How much do we have in common?"

Jason shrugged and he looked a bit surprised by the question.

"Not much. Besides sport, you do yours and I do my stuff. It worked good so far-"

Kyle quickly interrupted him.

"Yes, it worked so far. But not anymore. I want more. I want someone who shares my interests. Jason, I think we should see other people."

"You are breaking up with me?" asked a shocked Jason.

He put his hand on Kyle's arm and looked into his eyes. Kyle's heart started to beat faster and his words choked in his throat. No wonder Haley had so much trouble breaking up. Was it just Jason with his good looks or had every guy the same effect. Kyle didn't know. But he knew he had to end it.

"Yes, I am," he finally said in a weak voice. Then encouraged he repeated it in a firm voice. "Yes, I am. Please, don't try to talk me out of it. I am sure."

Without further words, Kyle stood up and walked away. With each step, he felt more confident and finally, a smile appeared on his face. Shouts of a confused Jason echoed behind him but he ignored it. He had done it. And not only lay it behind him but also behind Haley. And for the first time, he felt really proud of what he did while being switched."

Then he remembered that Haley might get weak again tomorrow or a day after. To make sure he repeated a mantra to himself.

"I won't succumb to Jason's smile anymore or that of any other guys. No matter how good he looks. From now on I am looking for someone that makes me happy and shares my interests."

He had nearly repeated it two dozen times when he reached the park entrance.

He stopped and looked at Haley's phone. Nearly an hour left in this body. What should he do? He didn't know where Haley lived. Feeling a bit thirsty he decided to get a drink from a vendor and enjoy the park a little more. Then, with a drink in his hand, he made his way over to a part of the park where he hopefully wouldn't run into Jason again.

He sat down on a bench and enjoyed the beautiful day and the nature of the park. Then he spotted a boy his age with a camera trying to catch a gray bird in a picture. Strangely intrigued he stood up and got closer. The boy pressed the trigger a few times before he noticed Kyle. Suddenly on the spot of attention Kyle blurred out.

"What kind of bird was that?"

The boy shrugged.

"No clue. But I know he made a good model."

"Yeah, I guess. Are birds your only models?"

"What? Oh no. I mostly do nature photographs. Now and then an animal catches my eyes. Do you photograph?"

Before Kyle could answer he was suddenly in pitch black darkness. A moment later his blindfold and gag were removed.

"Did you do it?" Alice asked as she removed his restraints.

Kyle grinned.

"You probably won't believe it, but I found out that Haley wanted to break up all along. She just had a hard time doing it."

Somehow Alice didn't share his amusement and looked at him impatiently. Sighing he told her.

"Yes, I broke up with Jason." Then he cringed at what he had said. He never thought he would say a sentence like that.

"Let's tidy up a bit before mom and dad come back," said Alice as she headed out of his room. Sighing again he quickly dressed and then followed her.

* * * * * Haley * * * * *

Haley blink at the sudden lights. Just now she had spent a frightening time in darkness. Bound in a body that had not been her own. Now she was back in her body and in the park. But not where she had left it. She was in a different area and a boy sat nearby in the grass with a questioning look on his face.

"What?" asked a confused Haley.

"I asked if you do photograph yourself."

"Do selfies count?" was Haley's weak counter.

"Depends on what's on it besides yourself."

That made Haley laugh.

"Well, mostly trees and stuff."

She didn't know why but she felt a sudden rush of courage.

"Do you want to see?"

"Sure."

Haley came closer and sat beside the boy. She pulled out her phone and was startled. She had missed a dozen missed messages. All from Jason. The last one read:"You can't just break up like that. What will the whole school think?"

Confused she said out loud: "I broke up with my boyfriend?"

There was an awkward moment and then the boy murmured a: "I am sorry to hear that."

Still, a bit shocked she looked at the boy.

"Ah no. I wanted to break up with him. I just never had the courage."

Not missing the beat the boy quickly told her.

"In that case congratulations."

"Thanks," Haley replied. "Oh right. The selfies."

She pushed the messages from Jason away and opened her selfie folder. The ones she usually didn't show to anyone.

"Not bad. I wonder how you would fare with a professional camera." He held up his own camera. "Wanna try?"

Somehow it was a chance Haley didn't want to pass up.

"I'd love too."

Instead of handing over the camera, the boy held up his hand.

"I am Christian by the way. Though most of my friends call me Chris."

Haley grinned and took his hand.

"Haley."

Over the next hours, both of them spend talking and tried finding worthy motives to capture. In the end, Haley was startled realizing how fast the hours had flown by. When she finally said her goodbyes to Chris they had exchanged numbers and she happily walked home. The ordeal of her short but terrifying switch nearly completely forgotten. As well as her breakup with Jason. For the first time in a long while, she was truly happy.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Alice grabbed Kyle's arm and dragged him away from the dinner table. He could see that she was annoyed again. Not with him, but with their parents. They had the annoying habit to talk for each other. Ask a question to their mother and the father would answer and vise versa. You could get used to it if it wasn't for the fact that it was only an occasional thing. Kyle and Alice had come to the conclusion a few years back that they did it to mess with their children. The most annoying running gag ever.

Soon they were in Alice's room. She wanted to brainstorm how to find more time where Kyle could switch with people. Now that their parents were back their window of opportunity closed and they had to be careful. Kyle, however, wasn't much into it. He didn't want to ruin more people's lives.

Then again he remembered Haley and her attempts to break up with Jason. He helped her. That he was sure of. Silently he swore to himself that whenever he switched on behalf of his sister that he would find a way to make that person's life better. Of course, he didn't tell his sister that. He wasn't suicidal.

In the end, they both agreed that they had to find ways to get their parents out on weekends.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle sighed. Another three done. Three lives changed by him. And those were only his "victims" of today. Last weekend it had been four and the weekend before had been five. Kyle was amazed how easy it had been to get their parents out of the house. Hinting that the supermarket in the next city was bigger than the local one just made the trip long enough so that Kyle could switch with two persons for an hour each. They also got them to take up walks in the park or that they could have a date-night each weekend.

He still had to switch bodies chosen by Alice, but he had gotten used to it. More than that, he started to like doing it. In fact, he thought Alice was getting annoyed by his habit to try to improve his "victims" lives. His last switch had been with Juliet. Alice wanted her to drop out of the cheerleaders. Kyle obliged. But he just had enough time to find out she liked dancing. So he steered her into the direction to follow her dreams and to become a professional dancer.

He walked downstairs and stood beside his sister. Both waved their parents off as they headed out to watch a romantic comedy. Alice started to talk as soon as their car was gone.

"Okay. Hurry upstairs. You've got to switch before I head off to cheer practice."

Kyle looked confused.

"Another one? Who is it this time that offended you?"

"He didn't offend me. It's complicated-"

Kyle followed her upstairs.

"Wait. He? Why a guy today? Who is it and what has he done?"

Annoyed Alice threw her hands up.

"It's Jason. Being his girlfriend just isn't working out."

"So? Just break up with him."

"I can't. That damned dreamy smile. Have you tried breaking up with him? Impossible."

"I did! Remember a few weeks back? I made Haley break up with him so you could go out with him."

Alice looked just as much annoyed as he felt.

"It's a wonder anyone wants to be her boyfriend. Maybe. Just maybe, I do Jason a favor by making him break up with her," he mused in his own thoughts.

"Okay, Sis. You win."

He shuffled to his bed, while Alice got the restraints.

Not much later everything was ready. He was blindfolded and restricted. Jason's boxer shorts loosely around his legs.

"Oh and Kyle. When you make Jason break up with me, see to it that nobody thinks it's my fault."

Just then a thought hit him. What if it didn't work with male underwear. He would be stuck like that till she came back. Of course with the gag in it was too late to voice his concern.

A moment later, he felt her pulling the boxer shorts up.

Kyle blinked and at that moment the car swerved to the side a bit. He quickly steered Jason's pick up truck back to the lane.

"You alright, Jason? Or did you drink a bit to warm up before the training?"

Kyle looked over and saw Mitch, Jason's best friend, driving shotgun. "Just making sure you ain't getting bored." Kyle retorted.

It didn't take long to reach the stadium. Walking to it Mitch asked him.

"What's up with you today? Kind of quiet. Something distracting you?"

Kyle waved him off.

"Just something on my mind lately. Don't worry. Once I am on the field I'll be fine."

At least Kyle hoped he would be. Alice would soon show up for her cheerleading practice. Then he could get it over with. But since Alice had to get back home to make him switch back, he was stuck until training was done.

After switching into Jason's gear he walked out to the field. He glanced over to the side where the cheerleaders would train. No one was there yet. But he had known that they started a tad later.

A yell made his head snap around. The coach was gathering his troops. Soon commands were shouted and the training started in earnest.

To Kyle's surprise, he wasn't as bad as he had guessed. He wasn't up to Jason's usual standard, but he didn't play like a rookie either. After an hour of torture, the coach gave them a break. Still sweaty he made his way over to the sideline.

By now the cheerleaders were around and in the middle of their own practice. After the end of their routine Kyle asked aloud, so everyone close by could hear, if Alice could come over for a bit. She did and they stepped a little further away. Not too much, as they wanted to be overheard.

Now was the moment of truth. Sure enough, he had to break up with Alice. A weird situation in itself. But he wanted it to do in a way that wouldn't leave Jason in a bad spotlight. While changing he had an idea that hopefully would do just that. He took Alice hands in his own. "Listen, Alice. I have been thinking. You are a great girl and I had a good time the last few weeks. But I think I shouldn't have started a new relationship so soon after the break up with Haley. I feel like I am not fully ready yet for a new one. And frankly speaking, it wouldn't be fair to you if I wasn't one hundred percent into this. I hope you understand that I am not saying this to hurt you but to avoid hurting your feelings down the line. Let's just be friends for now. Okay?"

Kyle had to suppress a grin. Judging by her puzzled expression, he had caught his sister off guard. Instead, he tried his best to give an apologizing smile. It took a few moments for Alice to find her footing again.

"Of course. Thank you for being so considered for me."

A few pleasantries later he made his way back to the field. He thought he did good, but to see if Jason's reputation survived would take a few days. Finally, he allowed himself to grin. Of course, he had to make sure Jason wouldn't immediately try to get her back.

It appeared he changed lives the most when he spoke out loud. Quietly he spoke to himself.

"I shouldn't chase popular girls so much. Girls like Alice are so fake anyway. Best would someone pretty yet modest. Maybe someone with something hidden qualities under the surface."

Kyle grinned. That should lead Jason to look for a relationship that goes beyond looks.

With the break over the training resumed. It was in the middle of a run as Kyle was suddenly thrown into darkness.

He could see again as Alice removed the blindfold and gag.

"What? How are you already here? The training was still on."

Alice grinned and removed the leather straps.

"Oh dear me needed time to cope with being dumped. Even in a nice way. What was up with that by the way?"

"I just thought it would be more natural."

Alice rolled her eyes and stomped off.

* * * * * Jason * * * * *

Jason was furious. Was this some kind of sick prank? He didn't know how long he had lain on this bed. Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Once he was free he would pummel the one responsible until a squashed tomato would look more human.

Suddenly he was running. In full gear over the football field. His instinct took over as the football was flying to him. Still, the abrupt change made him mess up. The ball hit him right in the head and a moment later one of his feet didn't connect properly with the ground. What followed was a wild tumble and an all too close view of the grass.

While cursing he stood up and nearly fell again. One of his ankles flared with pain if he tried to put his weight on it.

"Today is definitely not your day," one of his teammates remarked.

Jason pushed the offered hand away and stumbled to the sideline.

He had thought someone had gotten to him by giving him a roofie or something. To be suddenly plunged into darkness and finding out you are bound is strange enough. To then suddenly come back to a different spot mid running was definitely something else.

The coach was there a moment later.

"Doesn't look too bad. At worst you sprained your ankle. Put some ice on it and go home. You are done for today."

Jason bit back a sharp reply. Instead, he got up and hobbled over to the changing rooms. As he came close he saw a girl exit the rooms for the girls. She had plastic bags in her hands and once she noticed Jason she quickly hid them behind her back. Much too late as Jason had already seen the contents.

"So you are the pantie thief that goes around the last weeks," he said with a grin.

He saw her recoil as if she had been hit. She looked kind of meek that moment, yet a bit cute.

"It is not what it looks like," she offered up.

Jason quickly cut her off.

"I don't really care. I tell you what. You run with one of your still empty bags and get some ice for me and I conveniently forget I saw you. Deal?"

She gave him a slight nod and quickly hurried away. Sighing Jason let himself down on a nearby bench. Whatever just happened had been out of sight from everyone. He had been the only witness. Half, he expected her to run away. After all, it would be his word against hers and she could dump her loot somewhere.

Surprised, he saw her return not a minute later. He thanked her as she handed him the small bag full of ice. The cold ice was haven for him and he gave small sigh.

Amused he noticed that the girl was still there and looking quite unsure of herself. Amused he gave her one of his trademark smiles.

"So I have to ask. Why steal panties?"

A short "Research" was the only reply he got.

"Research? And I am to believe that? Come on," he urged.

"It's true. I .. uh .. design. In my spare time."

Jason couldn't help, but to grin a little. What a flimsy excuse. Since she hadn't taken flight yet he decided to push a little further.

"And to what does your designing lead?"

She clearly looked startled and that was kinda cute to see. He could see her mind rattling to come up with another lie. What came next nearly made him drop the bag of ice. She looked around and then hastily unbuttoned her blouse. She revealed pale skin that contrasted against an intricate and lacy dark red bra.

"Beautiful." The word slipped Jason's tongue without even noticing.

"Jason!" The shout broke Jason's mesmerized state. It was Mitch who was hurrying over.

When he looked back to the girl he saw her quickly buttoning up her blouse. She was about to turn around to hurry away when she suddenly stopped.

"You won't tell, right?" she asked him.

"I promised," he replied with a genuine smile.

Again she turned to hurry away.

"Wait! I am Jason."

"I know. I'm Stella," with that she finally sprinted away.

So the girl had a name. Stella. He liked the name. How he had never noticed her before was beyond him.

"Dude," Mitch opened as he finally arrived.

"Not a half hour ago you break up with Alice with some sentimental bullshit and here you are. Chasing tail again. Mah man!"

He wanted to reply angrily when his brain finally registered a certain detail.

"I broke up with Alice?" he asked baffled.

"Oh man. Your tumble must have been worse than we thought. Yeah, you broke up. I would blame your fall for thinking breaking up with someone like Alice was a good idea, but that was before you decided to taste the grass."

"Oh shut up. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Talked coach into giving me a pass. Someone needs to haul your ass home."

"Oh yeah. With what car?"

"Yours. Or do you think you can drive with that foot? Now come on up. We need to change."

Jason shook his head and followed Mitch to the changing rooms. Before he entered he looked back to the bench. Creamy skin against dark red lace. A picture burned into his memory. Maybe what happened today wasn't that bad after all. With a grin, he entered.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

"I am not doing it!" shouted an angry Kyle. He was alone at home with his sister. With their parents away for a few hours Alice wants what she always wants in the last weeks. Take down another girl.

"Oh, come on. I know you love it. Just a little quicky. Jump in a body. Mess up her life. Have some fun and presto you are back." Alice tried.

"Have some fun? I don't think so. Every time I end up with one of your spiteful missions. Who pissed you off this time? Did a girl cut in line in front of you? Or was she simply not scared enough in your aloft presence?"

Normally Kyle wouldn't dream of angering his sister like that. However weeks of pandering to her whims had whittled away his patience. He barely saw his friends outside of school anymore.

"Come on. I it hasn't been that bad. Just a few girls-"

"Twenty-five isn't just a few! If this goes on I've switched with every girl in our school by the end of school year."

"And that is bad how? I thought you liked exploring the lives and bodies of girls."

"Well I aren't exploring. I always end up in a body of your choice with a mission to complete. There is no fun," Kyle shouted back. Immediately he regretted it as he saw a feral grin appear on his sister's face.

"So that is what you want. Right. I promised that you can choose a few too," Alice mused.

"Half," corrected Kyle and then cursed himself. He just had admitted that there was a way to get to him.

"Well, brother. I am sorry that I forgot about our deal," Alice told him. It was nice to hear it, but he knew better. It was just a way to get her will.

"Look. Do this last one for me and I guarantee the next five girls you decide," Alice said with a treacherous sympathetic voice.

Kyle was about to squash her stupid offer when he got an idea. One of the reasons the body swapping session were so short was because their parents weren't away long enough. If he demanded long enough durations for his five choices it would rule out enough opportunities to give him back some space in his private life.

"I agree under two conditions. First is that if you break this deal I will never ever change bodies with another girl for you anymore. Guys too," Kyle said with a self-confidence he didn't really had.

Alice bit her lip in frustration, but quickly agreed.

"Number two is duration. The next five girls, that I choose, I want to switch for at least four hours. No mission to interrupt it and only when we know it is safe to swap for so long."

Now Alice took her sweet time to decide. Kyle knew that he had her. He was about to leave, when she suddenly spoke up.

"Deal. Next five girls are of your choice and for at least four hours. No messing on my part."

Kyle couldn't believe it. She was really going for it.

"Next five after you do this one girl," Alice added and offered her hand to seal the deal.

Now it was Kyle who was thinking hard. It was his deal and he couldn't just back away from it.

"If you break that deal no more switching," he reminded her.

"Of course," she replied and gave him a grin he didn't liked.

Nonetheless he shook her hand. The deal was made.

"Great," she exclaimed. "Now hurry. The window is closing on our target."

Kyle sighed as Alice quickly rushed up the stairs. Probably to ready the leather straps.

"Who want to mess with this time?" he shouted as he slowly followed her upstairs.

"Cindy!" came a shout back.

That intrigued Kyle. Besides the ten hours in his sister's body Cindy's was the one he spend the most time in. It was also the life he messed up the most. While he liked the thought of exploring her life more he felt guilty for all the changes he caused.

When he arrived upstairs Alice had already spread out the leather belts that will secure his body. By now she was getting eerily familiar with the task.

"Not that I mind, but what did she this time?" he asked.

"She is gaining popularity again. But it is not her you switch into," Alice replied while fussing with his bed.

"No? Who then?" he asked slightly disappointed.

His sister remained quiet and pointed to the bed. Sighing he stripped down and made himself comfortable on his bed. That too became way too familiar for his liking.

"Now listen up," his sister started. "Just brake up her friendship with Cindy. And this time none of your pantie switcher nonsense."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked confused.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard the rumors."
Seeing his confusion his Sister started to explain.
"Lately there has been a rumor at school. If your panties got stolen then the pantie switcher took them. He will switch to your body and reveal a new path for you. One that leads to happiness and a brighter future and blarg. Just cut it out this time okay? No charity work this time. By now we hardly need Stella to steal panties for us. Many girls let them hang out just begging for them to be stolen. To become a 'victim' of the pantie switcher. Not this time!"

Before Kyle could reply Alice shoved the ball-gag in his mouth. He was already bound with his arms as she pushed the blindfold over his head. Then came the panties. Pulled up to his knees. Strange. They felt a lot looser than normally. Soon his ankles were bound too and Alice pulled the panties up.

Kyle blinked as he suddenly saw and felt clay moving under his fingers. He immediately felt his new body was a lot different from the other girls he had borrowed a body. The fingers were more chubby and so was the rest of the body.

As he stood up he felt a weight that even surpassed his own body. He thought he knew in what body he landed, but he had to make sure. Looking around he saw the inside of a garage remodeled to be a small atelier. All the tools needed for pottery were neatly organized and close by. Only one object stood out. A small, but nice looking picture frame. In it a photograph of Cindy and Patsy. Caught while they had fun doing pottery together.

Kyle swore like a sailor, but quickly stopped himself. He didn't wanted to give Patsy a potty mouth. In fact he didn't wanted any ill will. That Cindy had become her friend was probably the one thing he was most proud of since he started switching with other people. Sure, it was unintentional, but it didn't mean it was a bad thing.

It was nice to see Patsy happy and now he was supposed to ruin it? Kyle balled his hands and anger grew in him. Partly he was angry with himself. Hadn't nearly all of Cindy's friends abandoned her? Who else could be Alice target than the one good friend she made since then? Patsy was the logical choice and Kyle hadn't seen it coming.

But even more so he was angry at his sister. This was going to far. Something had to change. It couldn't go on like this. His sister had to stop, but he couldn't see himself standing up to her. It had only be moments ago when he once again folded and gave Alice what she wanted. No he needed something else. With sudden clarity he saw the solution. He had to switch with her and change her from within.

That, he reasoned, might be difficult. Ever since the first switch Alice had taken to lock her room. Even the few times he managed to get a look into her room he had seen the big padlock on her underwear dresser. Alone he was surely to fail. He needed help. Stella Temby was the first person on his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He didn't know how much Alice had her under her thumb.

Kyle needed someone he could trust or someone equally out for revenge as him. Cindy! He nearly facepalmed over the obvious answer. She had the most reason to be angry at Alice. There was just the slight problem that she might be angry at him too. He had to make sure that she was on his side. Slowly his mind formulated a plan. It all hinged on the fact that Cindy had to be willing to switch with him by her own choice. Thankfully it might look like he could switch with her soon and ensure her cooperation. It might not be ethical, but he saw no alternative.

He let out a deep breath of relief as he now had a plan. Still for now he was stuck in the body of Patsy. What to do in the meantime? He saw a pen and writing block. Quickly he wrote a heartfelt note to Patsy. Then he looked around. His eyes fell on the pottery table. Having to bridge the time somehow he decided to give it a spin. He might even find out how Patsy and Cindy could have so much fun with it.

After his sixth try he gave up. He had once seen a YouTube video how a vase was made. Bunch in the middle. Make it spin. Push upwards and then hollow out from the top. He never made it to the last part. It always took the form of a small tower that started to fall over.
"Why do all my works look like a dick?" he asked in disbelief and quickly cut himself off. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. What if he changed Patsy after all? He had to somehow change his comment.
"I mean just today. Uhm. I must have a bad day. Normally my work looks better. I mean-"

Kyle was cut off as he was suddenly plunged into darkness and his words were cut off by the ball-gag. As is sister removed it his first words were "Oh shit!"

"What?" asked his irritated Sister.

"I just might have screwed her more than I intended," Kyle admitted.

"Good work brother. Now we are talking."

* * * * * Patsy * * * * *

So it was true. The pantie switcher was real. She had heard the rumors and even the confession of Cindy. Now Patsy knew he was real. She always had thought it was some kind of real life meme. An excuse to change your life suddenly and drastically, and to have someone to blame it on.

Now, after a small eternity in darkness and bound by leather, Patsy could attest the rumor was real. If it was true then there should be some change in her life. Something to make it better. However, as she looked around she saw not much of a difference.

On her pottery table was an unfinished clay sculpture. Patsy had to laugh. It was so misshapen that it kind of looked like a penis. Well, what else might a guy make as his first piece than a dick? She shook her head and looked around. There was her writing pad and on it words she hadn't written. Curious she grabbed it.

"Dear Patsy,

I am who the school knows as the pantie switcher. A friend asked me to take a look at your life and so I did. However, I can't see a single thing I could or would change if I were in your position. I must admit I regard you highly for your unwavering spirit and what you have done with your life. Please carry on proudly.

The pantie switcher"

Patsy had to wipe a tear away. Somehow the small message had managed to touch her deeply. With a smile she put away the writing block and sat down at her table.

She looked down at the misshapen sculpture. It may be that he wouldn't change anything in her life, but she could still correct something of his. Namely the sculpture. Just a few tweaks and it didn't looked so pathetic anymore. Then a few more. Somehow intrigued she continued. After all mastery could only be achieved through practice.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

"It didn't work!" Alice insisted.

"It does," Kyle replied calmly. He had to step carefully or she might notice that he was up to something. "I told you I couldn't do anything to obvious. Admit it. You are just trying to dodge on the terms of our deal."

"You haven't even told me what you did. How should I know that you kept your end?" Alice accused him.

"I told you it was a bunch of things. Together they will make sure Patsy will never trust Cindy again," Kyle lied. "Now decide. Keep your end of the deal or this is it. I will never switch again bodies with anybody."

There was a long moment in silence before Alice huffed a "Fine!"
After calming down she asked irritated.
"So who do you want to be?"

"Cindy," Kyle simply replied.

"What? Why? Won't that interfere with your plan?" Alice wanted to know.

"Why is not of your concern and in regards to my plan. It might even be helpful or be a permanent solution to your problem. I didn't thought you would mind this much."

"Okay. Okay. I get the belts and her pantie."
Not five minutes later everything was ready. Kyle felt the panties being pulled up and he had to blink as he was suddenly not under the darkness of the blindfold anymore.

Once again he was in the very athletic and curvy body of Cindy. His hands drew upwards on her body and cupped her breasts through the slick material of her swimsuit. He had to grin. She still wore swimsuits everyday. Not that he minded.

It took him a moment to snap out of it. He wasn't here for pleasure. Well, maybe a little of that too. Kyle knew that his plan had to be executed first. Who knew if Alice would keep her promise of four hours and there was always the possibility of their parents coming home early.

He was already seated at her desk and it looked like she was about to do her homework. Well, that had to wait. He pushed the textbooks aside and pulled Cindy's laptop close. A quick google search and he found his own Facebook page. The one he had just updated the day before with a few pictures.

Now came the weird part.
"He is kind of cute," Kyle said aloud. Looking at his own pictures. "But also kind of sexy and handsome. Trustworthy."
This should make Cindy more open to him.
"I wonder how it would be to switch bodies with him. I bet it would be a strange, but fun experience. Given the chance I would agree to switch bodies with him for a while."
That should take care of the second part of his plan. Just to be sure he started to repeat it a few times while his hand snaked downward and started to message his pussy. It might reinforce what he said. Or not. Couldn't hurt to try.

"I thought we agreed on the rules. No fun till homework was done."
Startled Kyle looked behind him and saw Cindy's maid standing in the doorway. What had she seen and how long? He watched her coming over and sitting down on the bed. Then she patted her lap.

"What?" asked a startled Kyle.
The maid only irked an eyebrow and then grabbed Kyle's arm. A moment later she had him on her lap.
"Oh shit," he barely managed to say before her hand landed on his bottom.

"Do we have to go over the rules every single time anew? If you don't count them out loud they don't count," Cindy's maid chided him.
Quickly he said "One!"
"That's 'one Miss Anna'!" she corrected him and a new slap rained down on his butt.
Kyle's mind caught up and quickly he started counting.

After the seventh slap the maid took a small break.
"What is that?" the maid inquired.
Kyle had to twist on her lap to look behind to where she was pointing.
"My laptop?" Kyle offered.
A quick slap told him that this was not the correct answer.
"Just the Facebook page of a boy I know."

"Just some boy. Right. So instead of learning you masturbate to 'some boy'. What did you say to yourself?" the maid Anna inquired.
"That he was kind of sexy and handsome," Kyle answered while blushing.
A hard slap made him yelp and pant. Like the last time the slaps slowly got to him.
"There was more," Anna reminded him.

Kyle hesitated and earned himself another smack across the buttocks.
"I ... I wondered how it would be if I would be him."
"And while wondering you masturbated? Looks like the young miss is even more dirty minded then I thought. Tell me. What turns you more on: the thought of him fucking you or you fucking him with his own body while he is in yours?"
"Both?" he ventured.

"Not good enough. Choose," the maid demanded.

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Authors note:
This story drove me nuts. At first it was a rush to write. Then it tethered off.
Now and then I would pick it up. Read through it and add a few sentences.
But the mood to write it never really came back.
After three years I admit defeat.

How it would have ended:

Kyle would have approached Cindy with a plan. He would switch into her and then in her body he would switch into his sister. Then he could change her to be more pleasant. Cindy would agree, but tell her own maid in secret of the plan.

One the day of the execution, the first half works. But when Kyle is in his sisters body he is ambushed by the Maid Anna, who starts a roleplay of her own. One with Kyle becoming the subservient maid in Training to Miss Anna.

After the switch is over, and Alice defeated by making her submissive, a new normal would be established.

How the epilogue would have been:

Kyle and Cindy would have started dating. Slowly they would have switch more and longer, until Kyle stayed mostly in her body and Cindy in his.

It would turn out that Cindy owns so many swimsuits and bikini's because her mother created a swimsuit label (that made her famous). Stella, now dating Jason, would be one of the first hires for the label branching out into dessous.

Haley and her new boyfriend would start their own photography studio. Not only to be hired for most of the shoots of the swimsuit and dessous label of Cindy's mother, but also becoming the wedding photographers of Cindy and Kyle's wedding.

Patsy would stay a close friend of Cindy - no matter who is in that body in that time - ,but would become more and more distracted by her own company. As she decided to make and sell handcrafted dildo's.

***** Ines *****

Ines looked a bit disappointed at the only two people who showed up. She suppressed a sigh and started nonetheless.

"Thank you for coming. Well, both of you. Good to see you back Bill and hey Valerie. To be honest I didn't expect the head-cheerleader to show up."

Valerie looked a bit embarrassed but didn't stand up to leave. Encouraged Ines continued.

"Ok, the following bit I have to say, so bear with me here. As you know indentured labor is allowed in our country for the past five centuries. Of course, it isn't what it's used to be. That is good. However, there are some demanding jobs that can only be done by indentured labor. My family's farm is one that specializes in temporary self-indentured labor. Well, what does that mean? If you sign with us, we can do whatever we want, as long as it is within the scope of the contract. After the time of the contract is up, the labor is released and any animal traits transformations are undone. Of course, there is the question of why to do it? We pay a sum upon completion of the contract based on performance. Bill, you did work for us the last year's summer break. Do you mind divulging what you earned?"

Bill answered straight away. "Forty-five thousand. And a little on top."

Ines saw that Valerie was positively surprised. She continued her pitch.

"Of course I have to say here that this is not a usual amount. Most earn about twenty-five to thirty thousand though. It depends on physical fitness and magical aptitude. I must also say that we had some who lacked in these departments and only got about ten thousand. Now, are there questions?"

Bill, of course, knew the game but Valerie had scribbled down a few.

"I know that all indentured are getting a transformation that gives them some animal traits correct? I wonder or rather worry what those might be," Valerie wanted to know.

This was a question Ines expected.

"Yes, that is true. Most of these jobs are simply only possible because of the transformations. Now I think you are worried because you heard of a few less favorable transformation. Like the one with the pig. Right? Yeah. That is a nasty one. We do not do these. We only offer two. The cowgirl and the ponygirl. May I explain both to disperse any misinformation you might have gathered?"

Valerie nodded again.

"Ok, first the cowgirl. It's not the most profitable but still very lucrative form. It is also not very demanding."

Bill injected here a helpful "She means boring."

"Uhm yeah, you could say that. The cowgirl gets milked most of the day. The milk itself is valuable as it contains ingredients for the pharma industries. They use them for some pretty important and rare medicines. Cowgirls spend most of their day in a special contraption to support them. They usually enjoy twenty-four-hour service and have access to a first-class entertainment system. We also offer some remedy classes for those who wish to work on some academic flaws. However, those privileges can be revoked if the labor is unruly. That doesn't usually happen."

Ines took a short break to drink some water. Then she continued.

"The second is the ponygirl. Here is the big money. You might have heard of personal pocket spaces? Yes? Good. Well, these spaces usually are small but offer one big advantage. Time stands still. We enchant ponygirls with not just one of those spaces, but many. Most can carry between sixty to one hundred. Making them better than most conventional methods. Ponygirls are rented out to surrounding farms. They deliver or gather containers. As most of these farms are far away and in the countryside, they do not have access to normal roads. Good thing that ponygirls are 'all-terrain'. Being a ponygirl is a demanding job, but many view it as very rewarding. We do get some fitness enthusiasts every year for that reason."

Ines noticed that Valerie was looking behind her at something. She casually turned around for a moment and spotted Hank outside the classroom she had rented from the school for today. As she turned back to Valerie, she was ready with her next question.

"Yeah, he hangs around near me for the past month. I think he wants me to be his next conquest. By now I think I am the only one of the cheer squad he hasn't done. But that brings me to my next question. There are rumors about ... 'male interaction'. Is there any truth to it? I wouldn't like to run into someone like Hank you know?"

Ines nodded to herself and replied.

"There is some truth to it. We do not know why yet, but people who have spliced animal traits in them, are sexually a bit more active. We provide relief. That can be either done by a stable hand, most of them women, with a toy or by a male indentured. However, the relief by males is optional and a privilege that can be revoked. Let me assure you that no one will force you to have sex with another person. However, the relief by a toy is mandatory. For cowgirls once every two days and once daily for ponygirls. This is necessary because the performance usually suffers."

They discussed some more details of the contract. Bill did sign a slightly modified one right away as he already knew what he was getting into. Valerie took a contract with her, promising she would think about it.

As they both were about to exit Ines addressed them once more.

"Tell you what. I am a little disappointed by the turnout today. And seeing our lurker I have an idea. I offer a bounty. If he signs a contract you both get five hundred bucks cash."

Valerie looked conflicted. Ines quickly assured her.

"He might be around but he will not put his filthy dick in you. I tell you something. I add a clause to the contract. Every time he puts his dick in you I quadruple your earned money and that will never happen because we wouldn't make money. Sounds good? Okay?"

Valerie nodded.

As they walked out Bill whispered to her.

"Follow my lead if you want."

***** Hank *****

Hank was waiting outside for Valerie. She was an elusive one. One he just had to have. He couldn't understand why she was interested in this scam through. Living as a half-animal through summer? She could do better. For example with him. As Bill, that half portion, and Valerie walked out, he quickly blocked the way.

"Hey, Val. You really wanna spend your summer as a dirty animal? If you want I could take you to my friend's beach house. Sun, sand, cool water, and party nonstop. That's how you spend the summer, right?"

"Well, that does sound good Valerie. Though the offer just now is certainly attractive too," interjected Bill.

"What's so good about it?" sneered Hank.

"Oh, you don't know? Transformed people have this crazy sex drive. And most of the laborers are women and they need relief you know. Why else would I sign up?" Bill answered with a sly grin.

Did Bill wink towards Val? Hank wasn't sure. Anyway, Val finally said something too.

"Oh yeah. It's something I am kinda looking forward to. I mean what better excuse to have as much sex as you want, right? Sorry though Bill. As much as I like to see a familiar face there I hope for someone a little bit more 'packed'."

Bill played hurt but soon grinned: "No worries. Lot's of fillies around and so far it looks like I'll be the only male around."

Hank was thinking. Maybe it wasn't as bad. He said his goodbyes to Val and did walk into the classroom to find out.

"Hey, I heard you need more stallions?"

Hank grinned his charming smile towards the girl. He didn't remember the name of her. She wasn't that attractive. Maybe if she dressed better. But for now, she was not worthy to be memorized.

"Well, we not just need stallions. Our contract covers all positions. But a healthy and fine young man like you certainly would be a fine stallion. Sorry, I am a bit out of time. Here take a standard contract and an info brochure. You might especially be interested in the part of it about the heightened sexual needs? Anyway if you are interested I need a signed contract by tomorrow. Good day."

Hank smiled. He was intrigued. Maybe it was worth considering.

***** Ines *****

Ines smiled as she walked out. She was sure there will be three signed contracts. The brochure she gave Hank was certainly all true, but some details might be a bit over-emphasized. Still, she had hoped for more people to show up.

Her farm could use every laborer they could get their hands on. Especially since a new drug was found three years ago that could fight off most forms of cancer.

It was too bad that one of the main ingredients could only be synthesized within a cowgirl. Most cowgirls could produce, over the time span of the summer break, enough to make medicine to cure twenty people. That should account for something, but still, public opinion of indentured labor was steadily sinking. Yes, she was disappointed that only two people showed up. But it was still better than nothing.

***** Valerie *****

"Sorry about my comment just now Bill," Valerie remarked as they both walked out.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I am man enough to don't worry about things like that. Nice acting by the way."

"Thanks. So I have to ask. You are really doing it for the sex?"

Bill laughed.

"No, not at all. Though it is hard to explain. Remember the thing about fitness fanatics? I do not count myself as such, but I do like the challenge. Ok, I have to split here. If you don't mind me telling I really think you might enjoy it too. And the pay is very good. This summer's money goes into my college fund. It's nice to not worry about stuff like that knowing it won't be a problem in the future. I plan to do this every summer and to think that I won't have students debt when I am done with college is a really nice thought."

"Yes, that's the same reason I consider it."

"See you there. Maybe."

"Yeah, maybe. Bye."

***** Valerie *****

Valerie was nervous. A week ago she and her parents signed the contract. Same day Ines gave her five hundred bucks cash. Apparently, Hank had signed. She wasn't looking forward to seeing that jackass around.

She arrived at the farm's teleportation stone. A few hundred miles bridged in an instant. At least it felt like it. In truth about twenty minutes passed by. Surrounding her was a big farm complex and around it farmland as far as to the horizon. She felt a bit lost as a born city girl.

She sighed in relief as she saw Ines walking towards her.

"Hey. Glad you made it. Good. You packed light."

"Hi. Yeah, you said I should."

"Well, we will provide clothing for you. Do you mind if we start right away? We have an open timeslot and we don't like to waste the time of our mages."

"Oh sure," Valerie agreed.

Together they walked up to the farm. Ines noticed the curious glances of Valerie.

"First time in the country?"

"That obvious?"

"Yes, but don't beat yourself up over it. After all, 99.98% of the population lives in cities or towns. Heh. Half of our stable hands live there and come in every day with the teleportation stone."

Valerie was lead towards a big barn. However, she only saw a part of it, as she was lead into a locker room.

"I'll be your guide. Hope you don't mind. This locker is yours. Please place your bag into it and undress yourself. Place your clothes in there and put on the provided robe."

Valerie did as she was told but couldn't help to ask a bit.

"So is anyone else around here I know?"

Ines was reading something on her pad but answered nonetheless.

"Ah yes. Bill arrived yesterday. He is a bit eager. Not that we mind. He did great work last year. We are glad he came back. You might see Susan. From the year below us. The small shy one? Well, she's a cowgirl now. Maybe you see her around. And tomorrow we expect Hank. That's all. Very small turnout this year. Thankfully we have other recruitment methods and areas. All ready? Good. Follow me."

Valerie was lead by Ines into a small room that had two small padded benches.

"Now, here comes a very important part. You need to build an enchantment foundation. Just like you learned in the mage-basics class. Make it good and make it strong as our mages will solidify it for your duration here. That means it can't be enlarged by you but neither can it degrade while you sleep. The foundation is used by us, the farm, to give you useful enchantments. So the better you do the more money you make. So give your best. Tell me when you are done building it and I get a mage to solidify it."

Valerie nodded. After a good hour, she was done. Ines got a mage and shortly after Ines clued Valerie in.

"Looks like a B grade foundation with a size of one hundred and four. That's actually pretty good. And your fitness is good too. Congrats. Looks like you will be a ponygirl."

"Uhm thanks, I guess. What now?"

"Now we get you transformed and outfitted. After that, you meet the others of your group. It looks like you will be in group blue the number five. Okay, come on."

Valerie followed Ines through some corridors until they reached a big circular room. Twelve mages sat there and were mumbling something. Ines told her to strip out of the robe and sit in the middle. Soon the mumbling got louder and the air around her vibrated with power. She felt a sudden tension within her. Then she noticed that her feet bent forward on their own. Turning darker and getting harder. Soon she had hooves. They were arched as if she was wearing high heels, yet without the heels. Next, she felt a pressure at her spine and shortly after a tail broke through. At last, she felt her ears elongate and move slightly upwards.

Then she waited and wondered what came next. She spotted Ines and she mouthed to Valerie.

"Enchantments. Takes time."

After about thirty minutes the mages stopped and Ines helped Valerie up. She wobbled a bit but quickly got her new hooves figured out. Ines took her hand and lead her to the next room.

"There. The easy part is done. Ha. Just kidding. Ok, now that you are a proper ponygirl it's time to get you dressed."

She opened a locker and removed a black underbust corset with blue lines and accents, as well as a blue five on the left backside. Ines wrapped it around her and pull the strings tight. It wasn't so tight that it bothered her much, but it certainly was tight enough that it couldn't twist or move. Next, she gave Valerie two soft foam-balls to hold. As Valerie complied two hoof-shaped gloves were pulled over her hands, effectively making them useless. Wristbands secured them and both of the bands were snapped into d-rings on the sides of the corset.

"Why do you need my arms bound?" asked Valerie.

"Well, remember that I told you that ponygirls are sexually a tad more active? This prevents unnecessary fumbling. Now come here and bend over this padded table."

As she complied Ines wrapped a strap around her preventing her from standing up. She watched in shock as Ines pulled a big butt plug out of a box.

"Is that really necessary? I read that pony-girls used to wear them with tails attached. But now with the transformation that won't be needed right?"

Ines smeared some gel on it and then dropped a few squirts on Valerie's butt hole.

"Unfortunately it is. You see the ponygirls are so overloaded with enchantments that they radiate a bit off. It's no joke. Your poop will be magical. And since we have some farmers as clients that grow fully natural, no magic allowed, we have to prevent 'littering'. Now relax. And I do mean literally. It will go in easier. Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

Over the next thirty minutes, Ines gently pushed the plug repeatedly in a little and then out again. Each time a little deeper. Halfway Valerie was begging her to 'put it in already', but Ines only smiled and continued on. While Valerie didn't comment on it Ines could see the growing wetness between her legs. Finally, the plug was deep enough that it passed the widest point and sucked itself in.

"There. That wasn't so bad, right? Now it's time to buckle you in."

Ines spread Valerie's legs a bit more. Then she grabbed one of the straps that dangled from the front of the corset. It had a cutout part that when Ines pulled it back framed Valerie's vulva perfectly on both sides. Pulling it further she buckled it on the back, driving the plug a bit deeper too. Next came a small soft strap that had rounded edges and a slight dent in the front. The dent aligned with Valerie's clit and managed to barely avoid touching it. The rest dug itself between her nether lips, separating them slightly. A final wide strip covered the others and hid Valerie's sex. Two big leather straps were put on her tights. These were black and blue and sported the number five as well. Ines removed the restriction and allowed Valerie to stand up again.

"Pretty good so far. You already make a nice ponygirl."

She placed a collar with D-ring on her. Then, before Valerie could react, Ines put her mouth on Valerie's. Valerie had never been into girls but this felt good. Better than she had thought. She quickly lost herself. Closing her eyes to enjoy it more. Ines pulled her mouth away and blindly Valerie tried to catch it again. Instead, something hard yet yielding slipped between her lips.

"Works every time," remarked Ines and giggled.

Valerie noticed that it was a bit-gag with a lot of attached straps. Those were carefully strapped around her head. Soon her view was limited and her hair was pulled into a ring to create a high ponytail.

"Done. Perfect. On to the next step."

Valerie wanted to protest but with her gag not much escaped her mouth. She was already hot and bothered and wanted release. The little kissing hadn't helped. She wondered when she could get some relief. Ines led her to two big boxes. Maybe about five feet wide, long and high.

"These are our transport boxes. They are enchanted to work with your extradimensional spaces. Let's see how many they managed to cram into you. Ninty-two. Not bad. You should be able to access these slots by instinct. Come here before this box and think strongly about slot sixty-seven."

Valerie did as she was told and a slight airflow from the vacuum where the box stood alerted her that it had worked. Ines looked at her pad. "Good. Correct slot. See this marking over there on the floor. Move next to it and think about placing the box from slot sixty-seven there."

Again Valerie followed the order and managed to make the box reappear.

"Great. So much for the checks, if the enchantments work. Time to meet your team leader."

Valerie wanted to ask for some cover for her naked breasts but only garbled nonsense came out. She quickly gave up. Ines clipped a leash to her collar and lead her out. Valerie was a bit embarrassed, but nobody minded that she was still half-naked. Apparently, that was a common sight around here.

She was led to another barn and in it, she saw four other ponygirls. All of them had a black outfit like Valerie with blue trimming. They were numbered one to four.

She heard Ines whisper in her ear.

"Here, our ways split for now. Behave and do well. Don't disappoint me. Remember I'll keep my eyes on you."

Ines unclipped the leash and walked over to the ponygirl marked as number one.

"Blue one here is your last girl. I think you can tell that she is another new one so keep an eye out. Good luck."

Valerie meanwhile inspected her fellow ponygirls. *They look so sexy. I wonder if I look so sexy too. Hmm number one looks familiar but I can't place her.*

Valerie's thoughts were interrupted as the girl with the number one spoke. Only now Valerie noticed that number one's gag was out.

"Okay listen up. My name is Billie. But for everyone around here, it's blue-one. Why? The stable hands have a lot of girls to handle. Learning all names would be difficult. So blue-one it is. You are blue-two to blue-five. Normally I will be gagged too. Yes, the gag is necessary. In fact, it has so many reasons I don't bother to say them all. We are on a timetable after all. While gagged a ponygirl has two main ways to communicate. Her left hoof and her right. The right hoof is for telling yes, one stomp, no, two stomps, and 'I am not sure', three stomps. The left hooves stomps are for the numbers one to five. These are for addressing your fellow ponygirls. Is that understood?"

The ponygirls in front of her stomped once with their right hoof and Valerie quickly followed the example.

"Good. Next, we do some training in group work. Tomorrow we start the real deal. And as my last words before I am re-gagged let me say this: welcome to the blue team."

A trainer came and re-fastened Billie's gag. Then they were lead outside to the training area.

*****

It was evening and Valerie was tired. They had trained for hours. She knew now pretty good how to use her hooves. What commands to follow and how her team was to be moving in a formation.

By now she wanted more than anything to either sleep or finally cum. The strap between her nether lips was driving her crazy. Her team left the training ground and made a bee-line for a barn that had a wide-open side.

Valerie soon saw why. The whole length there were pairs of elongated buckets with kibble and water. When five pairs were free blue-one lead her team forward. A groom removed her bite-gag and for the first time in hours, she could close her jaw. Strangely she didn't like the feeling and she actually missed the gag a little.

"Blue-five eat," came from her left.

It had been blue-one reminding her. She looked down. The kibble didn't look very appealing. The pellets were dry and maybe the size of cherry tomatoes. She could actually make out four different types that looked a bit different. She decided to try one but that was easier said than done, as her hands and arms were still bound.

Scooping one up she immediately wanted more. Yes, they were dry. But they tasted actually good. One reminded her of meatloaf with gravy. Another one of tuna sushi with soy sauce. The third was a pretty good buttered popcorn substitute. The last one was like a savory chocolate cake. Before she knew it she was pulled away and pushed towards the water bucket.

Lost in the flavors she hadn't noticed that she was already pretty full and close to overeating. After she drank her share she felt a bit bloated.

The farmhand put back her bit-gag and the whole team moved to the middle of the farm. Valerie was confused about why. There were a few vertical padded poles about the height of someone's hip. Besides the poles, an attendee was waiting.

Blue-one moved forward and did a ponygirl cutesy. One that Valerie had also learned a few hours before. Then blue one turned around and stomped her left leg two times. Blue two moved forward and bend her upper body over the pole.

"Do you want relief?" asked the attendant.

Blue-two stomped a yes. Soon the straps between her legs were opened and a big vibrating dildo was worked in and out of her. Valerie was jealous and wondered when her turn would be. She was so horny that she tried to rub her inner thighs against each other a bit.

"Looks like someone is very eager. Hello again, blue-five."

The voice from behind startled Valerie. She couldn't see her but she recognized Ines' voice.

"I heard you were a good girl. Maybe I should reward you personally?"

Valerie only hesitated for a moment before she stomped a yes.

"Very well. But before we start let me ask you one more thing. Instead of a dildo would you like it more if I used a strap-on on you?"

Valerie blushed, but horny as she was she just didn't care. She had never thought about women in a sexual way, but the offer right now meant the world to her. Again she stomped a yes.

Ines finally walked around Valerie so that she could see her. She was wearing a proud grin as she clipped a leash on Valerie's collar.

A slight pull and Valerie followed her to one of the poles. Eagerly she let herself be bent over it. She suddenly felt a chill. The straps were removed and her moist vagina was exposed to the slight wind.

Ines meanwhile walked around her again and stood before her. Slowly she buckled a strap-on around her hips. Ignoring the pleading eyes of Valerie to hurry up. With everything tightened Ines returned behind her again and didn't let Valerie wait for long. A hard rod pushed deep inside of her. Valerie moaned in ecstasy. Time lost meaning for her as each push brought her closer to her desperately needed orgasm. As it came Valerie bucked wildly and her moaning was surely heard by the whole farm.

As she basked in the afterglow she felt a calmness. She had just been taken by a girl before the whole farm and yet she just didn't care. The strap-on slipped out of her and a hand patted her bum.

"Good little filly." She heard and then the gravel under Ines boots as she walked away.

A farmhand buckled the straps back and Valerie was lead to her team. She had to wait a bit and had to watch as blue-four and blue-one got their relief.

Slowly the adrenaline was leaving her system. She was glad that blue one led her team to a barn with stalls. Each had a bed in it that was a mix of bean bags and water beds. Probably as a joke each bed was printed with the texture of haystacks. Valerie didn't care for that detail. As soon as she flopped down on hers she was fast asleep.

***** Hank *****

Hank still wasn't sure if he made a mistake signing the contract and coming here. He slowly walked from the teleportation stone towards the farm.

As he came close five pony girls in black with red trim passed by him. He clearly saw three of them devouring him with their eyes as if he was some tasty treat.

*Maybe this wasn't a mistake, after all,* he thought.

Arriving at the farm he looked around if he could spot Valerie somewhere, but instead saw Ines coming closer.

He didn't like her but he knew how to cover it up.

"Here I am. Punctual on the dot."

"Ah yes. Good. Welcome to my family's farm. You are more than punctual. An hour early in fact. We have an open spot if you'd like to start a bit sooner."

Thinking about the five pony girls just now he could hardly wait.

"Sure. Lead the way."

Ines showed him, inside a big barn, an area where he could change into a robe and store his belongings. Next, he was lead to a small room with some benches.

"Please prepare an enchantment foundation like you learned to do in school. We will solidify it for your stay so give your best. The better you do the more money you earn."

That took some time. Hank never was good at magical or intellectual things. Not that he would admit it of course. When he said he was ready nearly two hours had passed. A mage was called and soon it was fixed.

Ines looked at her pad and remarked:

"Hmm could be better. D-grade with a size of thirty-nine. However, it will do for the spot in mind."

Then he was lead to a big circular room. A few mages and two farmhands, that were nearly as big and beefy as he was, waited for him. He was told to strip and he hesitated a moment to be naked before other men.

"Okay, sit down in the middle of the room. We will place some restraints on you. Don't worry about them. The transformation won't be painful but now and then we get some people who are a bit overwhelmed."

They quickly bound his wrists behind his back and with a chain to a hook on the floor. Hank was definitely nervous but was too much of a macho to let it show.

The mages started humming and murmuring and the air filled with the presence of magic. Then his body started to change. It felt weird. Not like he expected. He noticed that he was getting a bit shorter and he lost a lot of muscle texture.

Soon his thighs widened and his hips ballooned out a bit. Now a bit of panic started to show. His arms and shoulders became more slender. As he noticed his penis shrinking, he shouted at Ines. Demanding answers. But she only grinned and kept quiet.

A moment later he felt his vagina form. By now he was thrashing around, but the restraints held him good. Finally losing his strength he laid down on his back. Only to feel his chest getting heavier. His nipples got bigger, stiff and soon thick like his thumb used to be. They pulled away from his chest as two big mounds formed under them. Even from his perspective, he could guess they were big. Maybe double D or E cup. It was hard to judge. He was more used to an outside perspective when evaluating them.

Then to his horror two pairs of breasts of equal proportion grew under his first set. He nearly missed that his feet changed to hooves. The last change he noticed was the growing of a cow tail and that his whole body was turning white with soft brown cow flecks.

Still, the mages chanted on for a while. Now and then Hank shouted again but everyone ignored him. Finally, the mages stopped and the farmhands helped him stand up, the restrictions removed. Hank tried to shake free but now the two men were much stronger than him. Ines walked over to him with a sadistic smile.

"Let me explain a bit. Stallions are usually long-term indentured and are given the transformation as a reward. We certainly don't make pricks like you into stallions. Now behave like a good cowgirl before you lose some more privileges."

Hank answered her with a string of curses, cut short by a big ball-gag. Both stable hands dragged him into a nearby room. Ines followed and then strapped Hank into a harness that barely covered him. Half-cups below his six breasts took at least a little weight off.

Ines gave a signal and he was dragged outside.

Embarrassed he tried to cover himself but his arms were still held by the guys beside him. Soon they entered a barn with rows and rows of stalls. In most of them, he could see cowgirls strapped into some kind of contraption. As they neared an empty stall he knew he would soon end up like them. They pushed him into the middle of the stall and proceeded to click straps and belt into his harness.

As they activated a pulley Hank was lifted upwards. His whole body was levitated save for his head, arms, and legs. Lettings his head hang he noticed that his hair was now light brown and slightly longer.

His arms were bent behind his back and shackled together with leather bands around his wrist. Then they were tied with a thin leather strip to his cow tail. Pulling or twisting his arms pulled on his tail and that was not very comfortable.

Next, he felt something cold drip on his ass hole. He tried to peek behind him and saw that one of the men was holding a big butt plug with a tube attached. He felt the tip on his pucker and with a shove, the plug entered his rectum. His ass pulsed with a dull pain but try as he might he couldn't push the invader out. An added strap took his hope for success to expel it too.

He could see that a dark blue fluid slowly traveled down the tube and a cold sensation as it entered him. Slowly it wormed itself deeper and he felt a pressure building within. Then he felt as his legs were spread and lifted from the ground. Strapped to the side of the stall they looked like a reversed V. Now he truly was fully suspended.

Then his ball-gag was removed but the relief didn't last long. A ring-gag with head harness replaced it. Buckled tight his speech was so garbled that neither stable boy understood his begging to be released.

However, the harness was hooked into a hanging strap and Hank's head was held up. Releasing the strain on his neck. With a shock, Hank noticed that his spread open mouth pointed exactly ahead on the hip level. Or to be more concrete on the crotch level of the farmhands.

His worry was replaced by horror as the guys started to massage his breasts and knead his nipples. He felt humiliated, but at the same time, heat was growing between his legs. When a nipple was stiff enough they pressed a mechanical milker on it and a building vacuum wielded it firmly to his breast. Soon all his tits felt the heavy pull of the milkers. Their work was done and the stable hands left Hank alone.

He didn't know if that terrified him more or calmed his nerves. The pressure in his intestines still raised and the vacuum on his nipples started to arch.

Then, maybe a quarter-hour later, it started happening. He felt a flow squeezed out of one of his nipples. Soon the rest followed. He sighed in relief. Unnoticed by him his breasts had filled with milk and had built up quite a pressure. Now as they flowed the arching and pressure ebbed away. It actually felt kind of good.

"Looks like someone is enjoying himself. Or I guess it's herself now," remarked Ines.

Hank hadn't noticed her arrival as he had closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Now he cursed himself for the moment of weakness. He tried anew to beg for release but Ines had other plans.

"Oh, that mouth of your will lead you into more trouble. But I have a plan to help you. Ah, don't thank me yet. You see, or rather feel, that blue liquid entering you from behind? That's our nutrition fluid for our cowgirls. Ninety-nine point nine eight percent is absorbed into your intestines. Meaning we only have to clean there about every other day. But I thought I give you a special treat. A little food for you to enjoy."

She pulled a big clear bag from close by into his view. It was filled with a white slimy looking fluid. Maybe four quarts filled the bag. Under a valve, a thin tube exited the bag and ended in a very realistic looking penis. Seeing that Hank tried to shook his head and talk sense into Ines but she smiled only her sadistic smile.

"You see our stallions, the real ones, not the ponyboy ones, have now and then certain needs and when they do use some dummies we end up with this. A lot of sperm. It's even still warm!"

Ines hung the bag from a nearby hook and then shoved the penis into his mouth. Of course, it was secured with a strap so it couldn't fall out. She opened the valve and Hank could see the spunk slowly travel downward.

"Now be a good cowgirl and suck your treat up. If I come back later and there is something left I might be very displeased."

With that, she left Hank alone. As the salty fluid reached his gag it passed right through and Hank tasted it on his tongue. His breaking point was reached. He started to sob and cry like there wasn't a tomorrow. A sudden movement startled him.

"Oh, I forgot something."

Ines didn't even acknowledge his tears as she slipped past him and placed a small plastic bowl under him, right under his newly formed pussy. As she left Hank noticed a faint splash now and then. Soon he realized what it was. His arching sex was dripping. Besides the horrible situation and everything that happened, he was deeply aroused. Now and then a droplet of his moist pussy would fall down, hitting the plastic bowl. Each drop ashamed him. Each drop humiliated him further. Each drop made him cry harder.

***** Valerie *****

Valerie woke up when the sun was still beyond the horizon. But she wasn't the only one. She heard her whole team stir and stand up.

She didn't have to wait long as a stable boy let her and her team out.

A loud stomp alerted her to pay attention to blue-one. As everyone else did blue one lead them out to the barn where the kibble was.

Breakfast time. This time Valerie managed to control herself better.

Afterward, her team leader led her over to a big outdoor area that looked like an open-air bath.

Stable hands removed her butt-plug. Shocked she that the other pony girls squatted over some marked spots and made a big number two. She blushed heavily as she knew she was expected to do the same. Fighting her nervousness she did squat too and let go.

It took some time and by now the others were watching her and waiting. That didn't make it one bit easier for her. After five minutes, that felt like an eternity to her, she finally managed to do it.

Blue-one came over and rubbed her flank on Valerie's.

*Is that the ponygirl version of a pat on the shoulder?* she wondered.

She noticed that the piles that were dumped got picked up by the farmhands and placed in clearly marked plastic bags with the "hazardous magic" sign.

*Maybe Ines didn't pull my leg on this one.* Valerie thought.

Of course, a new plug was worked into her. Before they could leave the area all of them were sponge bathed. While it was nice to be cleaned she felt strange afterward.

She needed a moment to figure it out. She couldn't smell herself and the other ponygirls on her. Strange that she only noticed it when it was gone. Once done blue-one lead her team towards the middle of the farm.

There she waited. Blue-two, three and four played some kind of tag, but Valerie didn't know the rules and opted to wait beside blue-one.

About ten minutes later she saw Ines walk over. She looked stressed and didn't spare many words. She held up a pad and blue-one looked it over. When blue-one was done she stomped once. Ines gave a quick smile. She pulled out a small drone and once it was airborne she turned around and left.

Blue-one stomped. The other pony girls in her team stopped their game and build a line behind blue-one. Valerie was quick to assume her position. Single file her team moved out.

Valerie was a bit worried that the five of them left the farm alone but she reasoned that's what the small drone following them was for. To keep an eye on them and watch out if a mishap occurred.

They traveled for maybe two hours through farmland on dirt roads. To the left of her, the sun climbed slowly over the horizon but with the blinders in place, she only caught glances.

Four times blue-one raised the speed. Starting out at a slow jog and ending what was nearly a full running speed. Valerie didn't mind. She actually felt really good speeding through the landscape. Being now on hooves felt natural and she noticed that the hooves were good to simply ignore stones or other small rubble.

As blue-one slowed she saw that they arrived at another farm. At the entrance, a lot of delivery crates were stacked. Blue-one did go around and stomped their numbers. Each pony called quickly picked up the crates in their pile and transferred them into their extradimensional storages.

When Valerie was done with hers she noticed two things. Her pile filled exactly every one of her slots. All the other piles were gone too. Her team moved out again.

Every few hundred feet they stopped. Besides the fields were marked spots for the crates. Blue-one stomped for blue-two and she, in turn, put down crates for all the spots. Moving on the same repeated at the next spot with the change that it was blue-three's turn.

It was, maybe around eleven o'clock, when blue-three ran out of crates. Soon blue-four and blue-two followed. Next Valerie ran out.

Not that she minded. She was rather proud to have the second biggest cargo space. It took actually fourteen more stops for blue
-one to ran out. On that spot, there were already three out of six crates. With blue-ones completing the work another ponygirl team had started.

*Someone did some serious planning to make it fit like that.* she concluded.

Again blue-one picked up some speed and the rest followed happily. Around noon they arrived at another farm. Instead of going to the crates blue-one lead them to a small trailer parked nearby. Valerie noticed the farmhands and the function of the trailer. In a short amount of time, they were feed and sponged bathed again. With the pit stop done her team loaded the next crates and set out for the next leg of their work.

***** Ines *****

Hank whimpered pathetically when Ines came by the next time. She noticed that the bag was about three fourth emptied. She also saw the pathetic look on his, or rather her, face. She crouched down and undid the strap that did hold the dildo in.

"You aren't done. It looks like you earned another punishment. Oh, my! Your bowl is full and overflowing. Tell you what. Before I add your punishment how about we make a deal. I have a nice buzzing vibrator with your name on it. But there is a hook. Namely another nice full bag of horse sperm for you. Do you want it?"

She didn't need to wait very long. The cowgirl quickly caved and nodded her head in shame.

"No. No. No. I won't accept nodding. Give me a 'moo' like a good cowgirl."

The cowgirl soon tried her best but with her mouth pried open, it sounded pathetic. She saw the fear and tears building as she saw her realize that she couldn't moo correctly. Meaning her relief might not be available to her. Ines grinned her sadistic grin.

"What a pathetic sound. But I will let it slip today. I'll be back with your new bag of horse sperm but also with a nice buzzing toy for you. But before that. There is your punishment."

With that, she slipped a blindfold over the cowgirl's eyes. Knowing that removing her eyesight would make her feel the rest of her body that much more intense. Smiling she did go fetch another bag.

***** Valerie *****

The sun was slowly settling down when Valerie and her team returned. She was tired again but also strangely hyped. All the running and the fresh air had lifted her mood to new heights. But she also felt quite aroused again. She was looking forward to her relief.

First, however, was the regular routine. Doing her business of numbers one and two, a sponge bath, and eating her kibble. She was so excited that she nearly broke the line of her team a few times. Earning her scolding glances from blue-one.

Arriving at the poles she was saddened a bit that Ines wasn't around. Worse she had to wait for her turn. Usually, blue-one would take the last spot in every activity. Not now. The message was clear: be patient or you have to wait even longer. There was something else different too.

Besides the attendant was a ponyboy. Thankfully not Hank. But he certainly was good looking and well hung too. She watched as each teammate was asked if she wanted to be taken by the ponyboy instead. They all stomped yes. Valerie was amazed as the boy had his tool up and ready every time the next girl was over the pole.

Finally, it was her turn. As she was asked if she wanted the boy she suddenly was a bit intimidated. She stomped no. Leaning over the pole the attendant used the vibrator she had seen the day before.

Again she had a shattering orgasm. But not as good as the pounding she got the day before from Ines. She wondered if the ponyboy would have done a better job.

*Maybe tomorrow,* she thought.

Still satisfied she followed her team towards their barn. Like the day before she did quickly fall asleep.

***** Hank *****

Hank was tired but happy. And he was ashamed to admit that. Ines had held her word. Yes, there was another bag of horse cum, but the vibrator made it so worth it. Hank couldn't remember how many orgasms he had. Orgasms, unlike anything he ever had as a man.

The toy would take regular breaks and Hank used them to greedily suck on his gag and cum. He certainly didn't want to earn another punishment. Now and then he had a clear thought. Most times it was the worry that he didn't mind the taste of the horse sperm anymore. Then he felt the tube was empty. It meant no punishment for him. Satisfied with his accomplishment he let himself finally pass out from the exhaustion.

***** Valerie *****

Over the next few days, Valerie quickly got the gist of the schedule. Three days were reserved for delivering empty crates to the fields. The next three days were spent picking up filled crates and hauling them back to the various farms.

She often saw field workers just finishing their work, filling the crates with fresh produce, when her team arrived. At first, she was a bit embarrassed walking around them half-naked. The other ponies didn't mind and soon Valerie got used to it.

On her sixth workday, a Saturday, blue-one suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. That was very unusual. Then she stomped four times with her right leg. Valerie needed a moment to remember the meaning: wait here.

As all the ponies in her team stomped a yes, blue-one started to sprint through the fields following their drone. They had to wait for about an hour till blue-one came back. Resuming their route as if nothing has happened.

At noon she used the short lunch break, where she wasn't gagged, to asked what happened. Blue-one didn't mind. It wasn't the first time Valerie or another girl used it the lunch break to ask a question.

Quickly blue-one explained.

"Each team leader carries one less crate than others. Instead, they have a portable auto-doc in that slot. If an emergency happens the nearest team leader is dispatched. Today it was a picker who had an allergic reaction. His medication only helped a little. Therefore I was needed."

That made Valerie feel better. Even far away from the city, they had the option for some kind of emergency treatment.

Sunday broke the usual work schedule. Most farms rested on this day. Since ponygirls were geared for a high workload they couldn't just laze around all day. Valerie learned quite a few ways to keep herself entertained.

There were racetracks and obstacle courses. Classes about how to act more like a real pony. Her favorite, however, was what most trainers referred to as "the flower". On the ground were four big white circles. Each circle was connected to the others by connecting curving lines.

Once a ponygirl entered the flower, by standing on the middle line, she got a string of codes. The code dictated how a ponygirl had to traverse the lines of the circles and their connecting lines. Clockwise or counterclockwise and in what order. Once Valerie had the rules memorized, she started to work on getting longer sequences done without flaws.

While waiting in line she noticed that most ponies waiting for the flower were team leaders. Of course, blue-one was in the line just before her. As the Sunday was like a big carnival for pony girls they were free to explore and participate as they liked.

Valerie, unfamiliar with everything, opted to follow blue-one like a lost puppy. Blue-one didn't seem to mind. In fact, she showed Valerie each activity before settling on the flower. Now and then, when one of them broke their best record or came close they earned a reward. Valerie like that motivation a lot as it usually meant a trip to the bars where she would get relief.

The third time she earned one she actually overcame her hesitation and let herself be pounded by a ponyboy. It felt so good that she resolved to only cum by ponyboy if available.

In the afternoon Ines found them. Clipping a leash on Valerie and on blue-one, she led them aside. They entered a smaller barn that mostly sheltered vehicles.

Suddenly blue-one was looking excited. In fact, Valerie never had her seen this hyped. Ines led them to a small two-wheel cart. Soon their corsets were strapped to the cart and Ines added reins to their gags. Valerie noticed the weight change of the cart as Ines climbed onto the small seat.

They pulled out as Ines gave them commands via reins and whip. Valerie didn't mind the whip as much as she thought she would. It mostly glanced her behind and it was never really painful. Together with blue-one, she pulled the cart out of the farm area and along some dirt road.

She just got the hang of it when Ines suddenly stopped them. Valerie wondered why, looking wary as Ines came around to them. She noticed that Ines carried two pieces of leather with her. As one of them was slipped over blue-one's eyes she realized those were blindfolds. A moment later she was blindfolded too.

Her worried and pleading look ignored. She could hear the gravel and dirt under Ines's boots as she walked back towards the cart. A change of weight and soon again came the signal to walk forward. However, the tempo was rather slow.

Valerie tried not to panic. She saw nothing. No stones or roots to avoid. She didn't know where sinkholes were either. All she could do was trust in Ines steering.

Now and then came a tuck towards the left and right. Valerie needed some time to get into a rhythm with blue-one. Here and there one of them turned a bit more than the other, leading to a small accidental tug of war. However soon Valerie oriented herself to blue ones lead and it got smoother.

Just then Valerie got the command to walker faster. That of a brisk pace of walking. Valerie's heart hammered in her chest. It was so different than the running she normally did. With nothing to see she had to trust Ines completely. If she wanted to or not. After maybe a half-hour the pacing got slower again. A sharper tug caused a turn that got them off the dirt path. After she noticed a slight slope downward she got the command to stop.

A moment later her blindfold was removed and before her lay a lake with clear water. Ines started to unbuckle blue-one first. As soon as the last strap was loose blue one darted around Ines and into the water. Earning a chuckle from Ines and a disbelieving look from Valerie.

She too was unbuckled but was more hesitant to sprint into the water. What would she do if she'd fall over with arms still bound? Seeing her hesitation Ines slapped her on the butt, urging her on.

"Go ahead. Each ponygirl has a flotation enchantment. If you get too deep it floats you up. Head upwards of course."

Still hesitant she moved slowly down the small beach. Before her was blue-one, happily dog-paddling in deeper water. Dipping a hoof into the water she felt the refreshing coolness. A moment later she wondered how she got waist-deep in so fast.

However, she liked the water on her sweaty skin. Slowly she was getting in deeper. Suddenly her hooves lost contact but true to Ines words she floated just fine. She too paddled happily around. Now and then going out a bit to chase blue-one or to be chased by her.

A sudden whistle broke their play. Ines was waving them out. Though a tad disappointed Valerie complied. Both blue-one and herself was rubbed dry by Ines. Then she saw three blankets side by side. Two of them had small bowls of kibble and water.

Suddenly noticing her hunger she couldn't wait for her gag to be removed. Soon blue-one and she were munching and Ines was tanning herself a bit. Being done both imitated Ines.

When she nearly dozed off she heard Ines speaking.

"So Billie how is our Valerie doing?"

"Pretty good actually. She doesn't lag around and is quick on the uptake. Today she made a twenty-four sequence on the flower without flaw."

"Not bad. Not bad. Tell me when she breaks the forty."

Valerie was slightly blushing to hear the compliment.

"You know I can hear you right?"

That earned her a few chuckles.

"So how are you doing so far in your own opinion?" wanted Ines to know.

"Hmm. Don't know. But I have a lot more fun than I thought. And blue-one is a good teacher. Even gagged."

Ines nodded but Billie quickly admonished her.

"It's Billie when it is just us ok?"

By reflex, she nearly stomped but caught herself.

"Ok, I'll try to remember."

Billie and Ines proceeded to talk a bit more about the farm business. While it was interesting Valerie only listened halfheartedly. The late afternoon sun felt divine on her skin. Suddenly she burst out laughing, prompting the others to look at her questionably. Between her fits, she only managed to get out a "weird tan-line". That earned her a few chuckles from the others too.

A moment later Ines told them.

"Ok, one more swim for you. Afterward, I have a surprise for you before we head back. Not so fast Billie. The gags go back in first."

Quickly they were refastened and both sprinted towards the water again.

It took some while till they had their fill. Grinning both left the water and trotted over to Ines. After all, there was the promise of a surprise. Noticing both ponygirls waiting Ines put her pad down and stood up.

"Coming. Coming. Oh my, you two are eager."

Ines walked over to the cart and got a contraption out. As Ines unfolded it Valerie recognized a portable version of the poles where ponygirls get their reward. She glanced at Billie and saw a grin that mirrored her own. As the pole was unfolded Ines walked over and unbuckled both ponygirls straps between their legs. Ines came over to Valerie and looked her in the eyes.

"I know Billie doesn't like the strap-on. Do you want it?"

Thinking back when she got her first taste of Ines strap-on she quickly stomped a yes. Ines gave her a nod and a smile. She walked slowly over to the cart and opened one of its compartments.

As Ines took out the strap-on Valerie's eyes widened in shock. It was not the same one as last time. This one had longer dildos. The one on the front was as long as a ponyboy's, and those were so long that Valerie was convinced that ponygirls had extra deep vaginas to accommodate these monsters of a dong.

Valerie guessed theirs was about a foot long. From the side, she could hear Billie snicker. For her, the size clearly wasn't a surprise. While Valerie gave Billie the evil eye Ines had walked behind her.

A few taps from behind and Valerie spread her legs a bit. Confused she wondered why she shouldn't walk over to the pole. Then the tip of the dildo entered her and Valerie closed her eyes wallowing in the pleasure. Ines took her time sliding it in inch by inch. However, when it was completely in she, didn't start to pump in and out.

Valerie suddenly noticed that buckles were fastened around her hip and weight was pulling on her belts. Looking down she saw that she wasn't the one to be pounded by the strap-on. She was supposed to do the pounding as she was wearing the strap-on.

Another snickering made her look up and she saw Billie casually walking over to the pole, bending her upper body over it and opening her legs in playful invitation.

Mentally she prepared herself for what was to come. She never thought she would do another girl this way, but presented with the opportunity now she couldn't help but feel hornier. Slowly she stepped closer. It was a strange feeling to have the monstrous appendage flop around between her legs.

As she stopped behind Billie Ines quickly helped by lifting the silicon shlong and guiding its tip into Billie's waiting love canal. More help wasn't needed as Valerie pushed deep inside, earning a moan from Billie. She started with a slow rhythm as she was very unfamiliar with his role.

As she slowly gained speed she noticed that a bit of her internal dildo moved in and out. But only a little and for a moment she wished she could change with Billie to get the long and deep thrust she gave her. Meanwhile, Billie started to pant and moan more and shortly afterward shuddered as an orgasm wracked her body.

Valerie was hot and bothered too but still too far away from her own. She simply continued to pound Billie and get closer to her own. She thought Billie wouldn't mind.

Finally, she too was close. Trembling with anticipation, she had to switch to slow and deep, yet powerful thrusts. She came to a shattering orgasm and Billie wasn't far behind with her second.

Out of breath, she slumped on Billie for a moment. Enjoying the heat of her on her own skin.

"All done?" came the casual question from Ines.

Valerie heaved herself up so Billie could stand up too. Still, a bit panting she looked down. Her temporary dick gently swaying below her, still glistening with her partner's juices.

Not for long. Ines "washed" it with an extra-large sanitary wipe. Next, she wiped Billie's sex clean and re-buckled her crotch-straps. As she turned around she gave Valerie a look over. Shrugging she blindfolded Valerie and then Billie.

Valerie was confused. *Hey what about the strap-on?*

She stomped three times to make her confusion know but only received a slap on her bum and a "shush".

Moments later she was strapped to the cart again. Then she heard Ines pack up the last remains of the picnic. She noticed Ines climbing on the cart and not long after her reins gave her the go signal.

The way back to the farm was very different. The long appendage between her legs bumped and swayed, throwing off her rhythm. Worse was that the outer dildo and the inner one were connected. Each movement was mirrored and transmitted deep inside her. It didn't take long for Valerie to be hot and bothered again.

When they finally arrived at the farm she was panting more from her strapped on tormentor than the exhaustion of pulling the cart. Soon she was released from the blindfold and the straps of the cart. Billie moved to the center of the farm. The rest of the blue team was waiting there for her and Valerie.

A slap from behind urged her on to join the others. Slowly she walked over to the others. Valerie saw curiosity once they spotted Valerie, or rather her equipment between her legs. Soon they were close and clearly checking it out.

Not just that. They started rubbing their flanks against Valerie's. Much to the torment of Valerie who still hadn't calmed down from the walk. Laughter came from behind her.

"Someone is popular with the ladies."

A blush turned Valerie's face to a deeper shade of red. She saw Billie looking over to Ines and stomping thrice.

"Okay. Okay. Guess it's my own fault when I parade her around like that."

Billie sprinted towards the reward-poles. Spotting her blue-two and four quickly dashed after her. Blue-three, however, was still rubbing Valerie, but in a way that clearly said: "Hurry. Go over there."

Valerie complied. After all, she had her needs burning in her too. Arriving at the poles Billie called up blue-three. Maybe for the escort, she gave Valerie. Blue-three quickly assumed her position and Valerie moved behind her.

A moment later Ines was there and helped to guide the tip of the strap-on once again. Valerie got better and better, but with each girl, her exhaustion grew.

How many orgasms she had she couldn't count anymore. But she guessed that each of her teammates got two or three for each of Valerie's own. When it was Billie's turn, in the end, Valerie had only strength left for slow and sensual fucking. Not that Billie seemed to mind.

When Ines lead her away from the poles for a few paces she was utterly exhausted. She wondered how she could even stand. When the strap-on was removed she felt a bit empty. Like a part of her missing. She chuckled a little at her strange thought.

Once buckled in again her team made their evening routine. While eating one of her teammates commented.

"Didn't know teams could have a stallion in them."

The others laughed. Valerie gave a silly grin but gave most of her concentration to eat and drink. Finally, in the sleeping barn, Valerie had a stray thought.

*It's a wonder that I ain't raw down there.*

Deeper pondering eluded her as her head hit her bed and she quickly drifted off to sleep.

***** Hank *****

It was late Sunday, Hank guessed when Ines came by again. The last few days she hadn't been there often. Attendees took over for those days and it appeared they had clear instructions. Twice each day they would come by. Removing an empty bag and the vibrator in Hank's vagina.

Then offering a new one in exchange for a new bag. He took the deal every time. He didn't care anymore about dignity. He was long past that. All he cared about was the next high brought by another orgasm.

Though as Ines came by this day he noticed something was different. She didn't appear to be in the bad mood she usually was.

"Hey there, my little cow. How are you?"

Hank couldn't really answer but gave a few grunts anyway. She undid the feeding-gag and to Hank's dismay the vibrator. Next was his ring-gag, much to his surprise.

"So I am in a good mood today. And if you play your cards right I might be a little lenient to you today. Let's find out. Now little cowgirl. What's your name?"

A million thoughts raced through Hank's mind. Of course, he knew there was a trap. But what was it? Finally, he settled on the best answer he could come up with. Working his dry mouth to convey it took a moment longer.

"Not Hank," he whispered.

It was a good answer he decided as he saw the smile on Ines's face.

"Oh, what a smart little cowgirl you are. Yes, Hank is a male name. A human name. Certainly not one for you. Now, do you know your cowgirl name?"

Playing it safe had brought him so far and he definitely liked a happy Ines over a sadistic one. He didn't need to think long for another hopefully safe answer.

"I don't know. Miss Ines hasn't told me mine yet."

Seeing the happy twinkle in her eyes he knew he had hit the jackpot.

"Oh, how polite you are today. And yes I guess I didn't tell you yet. How about Betsy. Do you like that?"

He quickly replied. "Yes, Miss Ines. I'll be Betsy for you. I'll be a good cowgirl."

Ines smiled at him. She patted his cheek with her hand and he had to admit he liked that very much.

"Ok. I guess such a well behaved cowgirl has earned a few rewards."

She moved behind him and unhooked his hands from the bondage to his tail. She then guided his weak arms forward and hooked them into a D-ring on his collar.

"Now listen up. As a reward, I free your hands. But it would be bad if they would hang around all the time. Both wristbands of yours have small hooks. You can use them on a number of rings on your harness however you like. But be careful that your hands don't get you into trouble. You can't undo your harness straps so don't even try it. The milkers are off-limits too. We know that cowgirls sometimes like their udders massaged. Don't do it yourself. I do mean it. But there is a way to relieve it. See the buzzer over here? You can buzz for an attendant at every hour of the day. Even at night. They are here to care for you after all. You can ask for many things. A nice buzzing toy for your little cow-hole maybe? Or that massage? My recommendation would be a sponge bath, but that is up to you. However, don't annoy them with silly requests or by changing your mind often. Got it? Good. I'll be back in a few days. Don't disappoint me and behave."

Hank nodded. Once Ines was gone he experimented around a bit. Looked how far he could move his arms. Touched for the first time his feminine face. He refrained from touching his breasts. For one part he didn't feel ready. For another part, he feared the punishment.

Then he wondered. What to do with his newfound limited freedom. He pressed the buzzer. A sponge bath really sounded good. It didn't take long for an attractive female attendant to show up. Hank guessed she was in her late twenties. She crouched down so that their eyes were at the same level.

"Betsy was it right? What can I do for you?"

Hank quickly decided not to rock the boat and remain polite.

"Yes, it is. Well, Miss Ines said I can ask for a sponge bath?"

"Certainly. Do you want it now?"

Hank gave a small nod. More he couldn't manage as his head was still suspended by the harness he was wearing. The attendant walked away. Soon she arrived with another attendant and both started on Hank. They cleaned everywhere and Hank couldn't help but to moan or grunt in delight when some of his more sensitive areas received care.

They even unhooked the milkers for a moment to clean his nipples. While he enjoyed it he quickly felt a pressure building and was glad when the milker was reattached. When they were done the second attendant left and the first crouched down again.

"Anything else?"

Hank wanted to say no but then had another idea.

"May I ask to see myself in a mirror for a moment?"

The attendant quickly stood up a moment later and did hold a small mirror up so Hank could see himself. Starring back was a girl. Not the most attractive one. But not ugly either. His face was a bit on the plump side but it made him look cute he decided.

He thanked her and then blushed. There was something else he wanted but asking was embarrassing.

"Oh, I know that look. New cowgirls have it often the first days. Do you want a toy? A vibrating one?"

Hank didn't trust his voice so he just nodded. Not five minutes later he was filled up again. Hank quickly thanked her as she turned to leave. While the buzz was working him up he thought a bit more about his predicament. One thing was sure. There were still some weeks ahead of him and he certainly didn't want to earn a single other punishment. He also deducted his most likely point to screw up.

*If Ines wants me to be Betsy the cowgirl then I am just that.*

Then his first orgasm of the evening hit him. Panting and recovering he started a mantra. Sometimes as thought. Other times muttered. For hours he repeated it.

"I am Betsy the cowgirl. I am not a boy, but a cute girl."

Over and over again. Only broken by his violent orgasms wrecking his concentration.

It must have been late at night when the attendant came back.

"Listen. Some of the other cowgirls have remarked that you are a bit vocal. They have trouble sleeping. We have to resolve this and I see two ways. Either you do without your toy for the night or we have to gag you. What will it be?"

Betsy contemplated what to do. In the end, her greedy need for orgasms won.

"I'll take a gag please."

"A gag? Okay, be right back."

A moment later she set down a tray in front of Betsy. Various types could be seen. Some looked like balls with different diameters, others were only a bar. Betsy spotted two penis-shaped ones. Deciding to not experiment right now she opted to use one of them.

"Uhm why does the right penis one have a tube and bulb on it?"

"Ah, this one? The bulb is a pump. If you squeeze it like that the gag gets bigger."

Intrigued she took the one with the pump. She was kinda in a hurry too. Her breathing got more labored and her body was ramping up for another orgasm. Instead of strapping it on her the attendant only placed it in her hands and then left. Betsy struggled a bit, but got the gag in and strapped it tight, just in time.

Her body shook as a flood of endorphins were released inside her. Then, like always before, she started by instinct to suck on her gag. But something was missing. No matter how hard sucked no salty fluid hit her tongue. Now that she didn't have it anymore Betsy noticed for the first time a shocking truth: she got addicted to cum.

For a moment she fought within her. Give in to it or fight it? Then her rational mind took over. Bothering yet again the attendant might earn her a punishment. She certainly didn't want that. Seeing the pump dangling below her she decided to try this instead. One pump and the dildo slightly stretched her yaw. Another and her tongue was pinned down. After a third and her mouth was completely useless.

She tried to suck again but noticed that she couldn't even do that. That was perfect for her. Content to have found a solution, for now, she started her mantra again.

*I am Betsy the cowgirl. I am not a boy, but a cute girl.*

Over and over she repeated it in her mind. Looking down on the pumps swaying below her like a pendulum. Smiling she did fall asleep.

***** Valerie *****

Monday was a rather normal and boring day. Which suited Valerie just fine. On Sunday happened so much that she was grateful for the normal boring routine. Well, only boring compared to Sunday. She enjoyed the long runs and didn't mind stopping here and there. It gave her time to gaze at the landscape. Still, a little miracle to her as she was a born and raised a city kid.

It also gave her time to think. She had never thought about another girl in a sexual way before. Then she came here. Was taken by Ines. Even wanted it. Longed for it to happen again. Then yesterday she had gone further. This time she hadn't been the passive partner. She had been the one in control. Well more or less bound as she was.

She hadn't hesitated. No. Eagerly she had taken Billie. The same graceful Billie who was leading their team through fields and woods right now.

Her teammates were another point confusing her. She still remembered them rubbing their flanks against hers. Urging her. Maybe even courting her. And though she had been so exhausted she pushed herself just to satisfy each of them. She didn't even know their names and Valerie had been intimate with them.

It all confused her so much. She had been warned that ponygirls had heightened sexual needs. But changing one's sexual orientation? She looked at the swaying butt of her teammates in front of her. She still felt the wanting and the need deep within her. What that because of the ponygirl transformation or had it been always there?

That, however, was not her only concern. For over a week now she had been bound. Stripped for her freedom and put through demanding challenges. Last of all the blindfolded pulling of the cart. She should be frightened and humiliated. Yet she didn't. She rather enjoyed it. Revealed in it. Longed for it to happen again. She knew she was in trouble. But the hardest part was that she couldn't bring herself to even fight it.

By the end of the day, she wasn't any closer to any kind of revelation. In a way, she was even more confused. Then after the evening routine, it was time for their team's rewards. There was a stallion again. A nice and beefy looking ponyboy. This time she didn't hesitate and eagerly choose to be pounded by him. And while it felt as good as the first time there was this tiny voice in her.

*When I was the one with the dong it had been better.*

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***** Author note *****
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This was it. As far as I wrote until the muse of this particular story left me. I originally started to write this story as I explored being a ponygirl in Second Life. As I drifted away there my drive to finish this story vanished.

***** How it would've been ended for Valerie *****

As a ponygirl, she would have earned a small team of her own later. But that was not the significant personal progress I had planned for her.

Valerie was supposed to get addicted to wearing a strap-on and fucking her teammates that even Ines noticed. She, Ines, would highlight this by strapping a pouch on Valerie's back. The content being the strap-on.

On the last day, Ines would reward her with a special transformation: one day as a shemale ponygirl with a horsecock.

After the summer Valerie would still be daydreaming about using a strap-on on fellow girls. Often carrying a surrogate dick in her purse.

***** How it would've ended for Hank/Betsy *****

Betsy would soon have realized how much she missed sucking down horse-cum. She soon would ask the attendee for more.

Alarmed that a cowgirl requests a punishment she tells Ines who starts to investigate. Turns out that one of the mages involved in the transformation added a small enchantment that gets transformees addicted to repeated actions.

For Betsy that was her mantra and sucking cum. (For Valerie it was fucking others with a strap-on)

Ines and her family decide to hide this fact and act as if it was natural. Meaning they grant Betsy all her needs of horse-cum.

At the end of the summer, Betsy is up for a rude awakening. The standard contract only contains the removal of all animal traits. Nothing about getting her back to being a boy. Ines reminds her that with the earned money she can pay someone to be turned back.

Coming home she finds out that her parents have spent nearly all of her hard-earned money. She realizes that she is stuck as a girl, but not overly upset about it.

The epilogue would have mentioned Ines still supplying her daily with a thermos can of horse cum. Also, Betsy contemplating throwing school and sign on as cowgirl again. With a long-term contract. Maybe even for life.

***** Bill / Billie *****

Bill is back to his usual male self ( a special contract that includes the gender change back). After meeting with Valerie she only makes now the mental connection that Bill was Billie.

Bill admits that he likes being a girl, but didn't want to change publically genders while being in high school. He tells Valerie that he will remain Billie after the next summer when he/she goes to college.

Valerie remarks she is looking forward to it, as she wouldn't mind poking Billie with her strap-on again. Bill remarks in turn that he has experimented with anal pleasure. Both start dating.