Dealing with your sponsor

'Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz.'

You fumble in the dark, half blind thanks to the crud in your eyes. At last you find your cell phone and answer the call. "Good morning sweetheart," says the malicious woman on the other end of the line in that fake, cheerful voice.

'Ugh - Her!' you think to yourself, feeling the rage boiling within you.

"So close, so close. You had me wondering if you'd make it. But in the end you just couldn't resist that big thick cock could you?"

"You bitch!" you say, trying not to **** up. You still have no idea who this tattoo making freak could be, but damn her for using you like a plaything.

"Now don't be like that - deep down you really wanted to be a pretty girl, didn't you? And you found Trish too. She was quite a surprise for me - but I can't fault your choice. I expect that twice as many boobs does make for twice the fun. Maybe what's left of your masculine side will latch on to that while your feminine side enjoys that growing belly, hmmm?"

"What - why? Why did you do this to me?"

Her tone becomes less friendly. "You'll learn, you slut." Then, just as suddenly, she's back to cheerful and adds, "Have lots of fun with Trish and those big and newly fertile balls of hers. Maybe I'll check in some time in the future, it's not like there are a lot of hermaphrodites in the world for me to watch, but for now just enjoy."

With that the call ends. You nearly whip the phone at the wall, but manage to restrict yourself to sitting there, shaking with anger. Then a warm hand rubs your hip and you look down into Trish's eyes.

"Who was that?" asks Trish, obviously still in the process of waking up.

"That was the total bitch who made me into a woman," you say, trying not to grind your teeth.

Trish keeps rubbing your hip, then pulls you down into an embrace. "Maybe we can arrange some kind of payback later. Right now I'm a lot more worried about you - you're so tense." Her fingers slide over your back and start working kinks out of your tense muscles.

Trish's back rub turns into a full blown massage and it's awfully hard to stay angry. As Trish rather expertly turns your muscles to mush she whispers, "I didn't plan any of this Jane, you know that. And I know you've got good reason to be furious at that woman, but I've also got something to thank her for. I always thought I was sterile and now..." She slips a hand under you and holds your belly.