A rude wake up call.

You desperately want to get fucked, which is reason enough for you to decide that is the last thing you should do. You don't need to be nice to the motherfucker who took advantage of your naivete and fucked a pussy into you. You need to stay focused and find a way to turn back before it's too late.

You struggle to put the uniform back on and go back to your "normal" self. The moment your body shifts to a slightly femmier but still recognizably male, human version of yourself, you feel a little calmer. However, you hear a cooing voice calling you to rip off your clothing and let your slutty side take over. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and make a solemn vow never to let your slutty side out again. You hope that as vows go, third time's the charm.

You sneak up to Jaime's bunk. You are disappointed to see he slept in his uniform, clever bastard. You can't just transform him in his sleep to get the upper hand, and he is way more knowledgeable about your race's abilities and vulnerabilities. But you definitely have one big advantage over him, you are way more pissed off! "FIIIIIIIIIRE!"

Jaime bolts awake and rolls out of bed, crashing painfully to the floor. You climb down and as he is rolling over trying to get up, you straddle him, pinning him down. All that cumming must have taken it out of him, that or he just likes having your plump ass pinning down his stirring prick, because he doesn't try to toss you off. You begin unbuttoning his shirt, causing him to squirm, but the moment you slip your hand underneath he just lies obediently, breathing hard.

"Sooooo...since it's your fault I have a cunt now, you are going to help me get rid of it. We can do this one of two ways. I can fuck you senseless until I feel manlier than you...or you can help me of your own accord." At this Jaime begins to struggle, but you distract him by sucking on one of his now exposed, puffy nipples. His moan is decidedly feminine, and it is no challenge to begin fantasizing about Jaime growing full, fuckable breasts, probably because he is imaging it too...

"So, do I keep SUCK going?" You ask as you bury your face in his F-cup bubblegum pink breasts, "or will you be a good boy and help me?"