Deny it.

Yes. Anything. Those words were almost out of your mouth before the reality of your situation sunk in.

What you’ve become.

What a man, any man, would want to do with you.

Do to you.

Your desperation to turn back is suppressed by your overwhelming fear.

You shake your head wordlessly, hiding behind the veil of your newly lengthened hair.

Well, Nick hadn’t expected it to be that easy. But that was fine.

Even someone under hypnosis wouldn’t do something completely contrary to their character. At least, not at first.

You needed to lead them there. One suggestion at a time.

“Oh? You don’t want to be a man again?”

“You know that’s not true,” you cry out, your voice disturbingly hysterical. “You … you were the one who turned me into this!”

“A woman, you mean?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “No, I’m –“

“What was it that you used to say about me, professor? That I’d suffer in life if I didn’t learn to adapt?”

Suddenly a finger runs down the curve of your body, from your ribs down to your hips. The sensation… it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and before you can stop it a startled, sexy, groan escapes your lips.

“Is that a sound a man would make?”