Dana is a bitch, her bitch.

Several hours later John is jolted awake, there's a distinct pressure on his chest - as if his breasts had suddenly become enlarged. Opening his eyes he can barely make out the silhouette of the tiny Latina sitting on his chest. "Boss has a surprise for you, white bitch. I'm hear to make sure you don't put up a fight... she's not going to stop me this time."

To his left the imposing figure of LaToya approached. "In 10 years, ain't nobody disrespect me like that. Now, you're going to make it up to me. You're really are gonna be a white bitch, my white bitch. You keep me and my friend here 'happy' and the rest of your sentence will be real nice. We'll keep you safe, at least from the people outside these four walls." It was at this time that John realized that LaToya was noticeably pants-less.

As much as it pained him, Dana's body had came with more than just looks. The longer that John found himself in her body the more of her mannerisms he discovered. It started small, such as when he discovered rubbing his long hair made him calm down, but had recently started to grow. As much as it bothered him, he was definitely attracted to men now. "Sorry, I'm not a dyke! Get off of me!"

"Dyke? Excuse me Ms. PrissyPants. There ain't no dykes in the big house. There's just happy women and the bitches who keep them that way." With that, the large woman straddled Dana's head an lowered her exposed vagina, completely encompassing John's nose and mouth. With the large woman on his face, and the tiny latina sitting on his chest, John was stuck. His long hair dangled off the edge of the mattress and he was quickly subdued. "LICK BITCH!" Commanded LaToya. John refused.

"Whitey is turning blue" Lola stated with a hint of concern. The large woman lifted herself and gave John some much needed relief.

"I told you, I'm not some dyke you can push arou" John was cut off by the all too familiar feeling of LaToya's vagina.

"I don't care if you the queen of dykes or Queen Elizabeth. You my bitch now. I gave you a chance, and now you're gonna eat my pussy good or you're going to suffocate in it." Terrified John began working his tongue in earnest. Sara had never been a fan of oral sex, so while he knew what to do, he hopped it would satisfy LaToya.

After minutes, which seemed like hours, John felt his tormentor shudder and a wave of sour liquid fills his mouth. It was clear this woman didn't take personal hygiene seriously, and he hoped this wouldn't become his reality. "Was that so hard, bitch?".

Lola stepped off John's chest and onto the floor, her leg rubbing against Dana's long, smooth hair. "You know," stated firmly "you really are beautiful. It's too bad you're such an ugly person on the inside, calling us dykes 'n' all." An evil smile came across her face, "I think I can make a little improvement. Hey, LaToya, stay right there." she asked as she shuffled across the room.

A moment later she returned holding some kind of makeshift blade that appeared to be made out of a cafeteria spoon. With the full weight of LaToya firmly resting on his face, effectively restraining him. She brought the knife down towards John's face and pretended to cut, causing him to flinch. "Don't worry about that pretty little face of yours, bitch. I want to be able to look at that beauty for quite a while." She said slyly.

His eyes followed her in horror as Lola bent down and picked up a fist full of Dana's beautiful hair. "I think you're much too attached to this to pay us any attention" she said in an almost playful tone. With that, she ran the blade through Dana's hair. She repeated that motion for what seemed like eternity. "There Boss, you can get off her now" she motioned to LaToya.

Stepping off her newfound conquest she smirked as she looked down at her prey. Dana's once beautiful hair lay in piles on the floor, and the hair remaining on her head was little more than an inch long and quite masculine. "Ain't a dyke, are you? You sure as hell look like one now."

John curled up in a ball, the drying juices covering his nose, mouth and chin. For the first time he could remember, he cried himself to sleep.