A futile attack

*smack!* Joanna looked down in anger. In your desperation you had slapped her leg, unable to bear the thought of your former classmates having their way with you, caressing your supple breasts, squeezing…no! You shook your head and returned to reality. Joanna shoved you back with her foot, glaring down at you.

“Not so willing after all, huh? Even after all this? Well, if you won’t accept it…oh, what am I kidding. I have complete control!” She let out a cry of mirth. “I own you, bitch! You’ll be whatever…” She tapped several times on the device. …I want you…” You scooted away in fear, scrunching your eyes closed and dreading the unknowable transformation you knew to be coming. “to be!” Joanna tapped a final time on the screen with a hungry satisfaction. *Ding!* You flinched, but felt nothing. What was that sound? You opened your eyes hesitantly…nothing. Joanna stood off in the corner, typing on her own phone. She was just responding to a text message. You looked down to examine yourself.