… Luke arguing with Lisa his ex.

You were arguing with your ex girlfriend who had you’d been caught cheating on and suddenly your mind went … vague.

You didn’t know it yet but were afflicted with Blank-Slate Syndrome - your mind and body utterly susceptible to whatever Lisa said. And she was pissed. "You're so damned insensitive Luke - you should know what it’s like to be a woman!"

As Lisa spoke, her voice was laced with anger and frustration. You found yourself unable to form a coherent response, your mind blank at her words.

Your muscles grew softer, your chest flattened out into a smooth expanse of feminine skin, and your hips widened subtly. Your cock shrank away to nothing, and between your legs a pussy formed, wet and ready for penetration. Your mind felt... different, too.

The realization of what had happened began to dawn on you - you had been infected by Blank-Slate Syndrome.

With a scowl, Lisa continued her tirade. "Holy shit - you’ve got that syndrome. Well, now you are going to know what it's like to be a sexy woman. And you're going to love every second of it." As she spoke, your body began to change before your very eyes. Lisa was enjoying herself.

You felt... empty. Like a blank slate waiting to be filled. And as Lisa spoke, you found yourself agreeing with everything she said. "Yes, Lisa," you said, your voice high-pitched and girlish. "Tell me more about what it's like to be a woman."

Lisa smirked as she watched you, her ex, transforming before her eyes. Her anger began to fade, replaced by a sense of control and power. She took a step closer, running her fingers through your now silky hair.

"Well, as a woman, you'll find that your desires are much different than they were before," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You'll crave attention and affection from men, and you'll do anything to get it. Anything…”

You felt a strange stirring within you as she spoke. It was as if her words were triggering something deep inside you, something primal. Your mind and body was a blank slate, and she was writing upon it. "Yes, Lisa," you repeated, your voice trembling with unexpected anticipation. You’d do anything. "Tell me what I should do."

"Remember how I walked in on you with that slut and she was sucking your former cock? Well you like to suck cocks. And you'll be know as Candy. A four foot eight inch slut that wants to be a maid and fuck men. Your best friend Brad in particular. When we are all done you'll call him up to go on a date and let him fuck you stupid...like the whore you are. And you'll love every second of it." Lisa finished, her voice dripping with scorn. You felt a shiver run down your spine at her words. They made perfect sense to you now. You were Candy, a bimbo slut who loved to please men."

Your body kept changing, responding to Lisa's words and the strange sensations that were washing over you. Your hips swayed back and forth, mimicking the movements of a woman in heat. Your breasts grew larger, jutting out from your chest like ripe fruit.

You grew shorter as well, until you stood at four foot eight inches tall. Your muscles became softer, more feminine, and your skin took on a smooth, silky texture. You couldn't help but look down at your new body with a sense of wonder and excitement. You were now Candy, a bimbo slut who loved to please men.

With a hairless pussy!