Easy way.

"Easy way.", he responds flatly. "...I had a feeling you might say that. Strip him.", you order Big Haus.

You have him kneel naked on the ground. You were about to do something very unadvised, but just then a thought popped in your brain. "I have an interesting idea, search the car for some more of those XChange pills!", you said slyly and Big Haus started to laugh. "Ahahaha! I get you brother, I get you! This is better punishment that penitentiary ever could be!" He seemed legitimately amused.

He rifled through the glove box and pulled out a baggie that probably contained a hundred XChange pills. He ambled over to you, you handed him the shotgun, and he handed you the baggie. They felt like magic charms in your hands. This was the perfect ****. "Now I know you told me I had a choice whether or not I stay a woman forever... but sadly, you don't. ...Girlie.", the last word you said ominously as you shook the back, listening to the pills shake in the bag.

Abruptly the man scrambled to his feet and tried to run off but Whiskey Jesus sent a warning shot. The thunder of the boomstick caused the man freeze as quickly as he tried to scramble away and Big Haus slammed the butt of the shotgun into his face. It was enough to make him slump to the ground. When he came to, you were straddled over his chest, your pussy touching his skin, leaning over his face with a handful of pills in your hand, probably somewhere between fifteen and twenty.

"Swallow the pills, pussy faggot.", you whisper in a cold blooded tone. He pleads, finally real fear in his voice, "No! That's too many you don't know what that'll do ---", the sound of a shotgun cocking cut off his desperation. "Open wiiiide girlie!", you mock as he resigns to fate and slowly opens his mouth. You shove in as many as you can and **** his mouth shut. "Chew faggot! Chew!", you shout at him and **** him to chew with your hands. "That's a good girl... That's right and swallow..."

You can tell the pills took hold almost as he was chewing them there were so many. He was shrinking underneath you, his hair growing out black and voluminous. He became petite, demure little brunette, even smaller framed than you. 100 pounds at most. Right after he came to his senses you slapped her. "You like that bitch?!", you shriek as you revel in your victory.

Obviously 20 XChange pills had obviously done something to his brain because he started bawling like a school girl. "What do you want to say, BITCH?", you slapped her again, "What do you want to say?!"

Whatever it was in that psychopathic head of his had been turned utterly feminine by the overdose of hormonal shift. "I'M SORRYYYYY!", she screamed out and continued to sob.

He was totally submissive now. You grabbed her hair and yanked her face toward yours. "What do you think your punishment should be, you little BITCH?", you snarl at her. She sobs and says "...kill me..."

You smile and yank her head back and forth as you speak a dramatic monologue: "No, **** isn't good enough for you ho. You're going to live like this forever for what you've done and you probably deserve WORSE!" You accentuate the last word letting go violently, kicking her a couple of times in the side and composing yourself.

This was quite an image. Two truckers with shotguns in the middle of the night with two naked women fighting and a tied up bloody **** overweight hippy to the side. Like something out of a movie. Whiskey Jesus breaks your contemplation of the surreal moment,"Uh, I forgot to ask before she dosed him... What do we do about the cops?"

You were so caught up in getting **** you forgot about the practicalities of the situation. "Oh shit..." you mutter.