Fight back, fuck him up, and feminize him.

A heavy fist comes crashing down towards your head and you get that moment of clarity you were hoping for. There is no distinction between the 'real' you and the role you play, because that role becomes a part of the real you as you play it, and it draws on very real parts of you, even if when you aren't particularly proud of some of those parts...that, and you should dodge.

You turn your head at the last second. It's not quick enough to avoid the blow, but it does help send most of the impact into a glancing attack and direct his fist into the solid frame of the couch. In another moment of clarity, you realize that hiding has made you less safe, and that now no one can save you except yourself. This realization too, comes too late to avoid his next blow, a crushing kick that cracks your ribs and knocks the air out of you. You fall to the floor, your mind racing even as you struggle to deal with the pain he's dishing out. You get the feeling he's had practice hurting bimbois bad enough that their bodies can't cope, and you need a new strategy other than taking it.

He's huge...all muscle...and...it hits you even as his heavy heel shatters your hand. Your free arm lifts his cheap slacks and pulls you around to bite his achilles tendon, sending him crumpling to the ground. Your ribs are almost knit back together as you start to crawl away. You look for something heavy to hit him with, but you underestimated his speed. He rolls over, his towering torso pinning your legs. You reach blindly, feeling a tiny figurine in your grasp, recognizing it as the fucking cat statute that got you into this. The lumbering loser looms over you, laughing, "Hurr Hurr! What are you going to do with that? Scratch my EEEYAAAAAAGGH"

You answer affirmatively, rocketing it into his right eye socket and sending a spray of viscous goo and gushing blood out. "EEEEEEE AAAAAGH GAAAAAAAH!" The felled titan grips his bloody eye and thrashes violently on the floor, sending bloody smears all over the cheap carpet. You feel your body repairing itself as you rise, running to the front door and pulling on it for dear life. It's locked from the inside! You look at the windows and see steel bars bracing them! You're trapped with this terror. You wheel around, seeing a grisly gory trail leading to the kitchen...where he no doubt has many very sharp knives if not a gun hidden in a cereal box.

You take a deep breath...center yourself. He's badly injured with no way to heal himself. He's used to being stronger, being invulnerable. He would be sloppy...he will have left you a...A WEAPON! Not your first choice, but a huge paddle hanging over the mantle will do since a chainsaw isn't handy. You stretch on your tippy toes to grab it...can feel it lifting laborously off the hook and into your hands. You've got it...and then you feel his knife cut your ankle out from under you, and it falls with you to floor. He juked you out! He uses his body weight to pin you to the ground as his heavy hands close tight around your throat...

"How's that feel, slut?! Hurts like Hell, doesn't it?! Well don't worry....I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to **** you out, drag you down to my basement, and take all the time in the world torturing you until your body gives out. It's always been a fantasy of mine, but you're the first girl I've ever got to try it on. Hurr hurr...though I guess I'll have to try it on your whore roommate since she knows you're here." The small sadist rattles on even as you can hear your **** rattle. In the category of things you could have gone your whole life without learning, you find out that getting choked out makes you cum. Talk about a moment of clarity...and the best you can hope for is he fucks up and kills you before he gets to get his kicks...

And then the score from Dawn of the Dead kicks in...the original of course, when instead of saving the last bullet for himself, he kills a zombie and punches his way out. It has to be a hallucination, but it gives you an idea. Wriggling your tiny arm down to your panties, you get a sizable scoop of sissy seed, and while this kingpin looking motherfucker laughs, you JAM it into his eye socket, infecting him and sending him flailing to the floor. You slip free, smiling as lungs fill your air and standing on your now perfectly healed heels.

"Fucking biiiiiitch! You infected meeeeeeeee! I'll kill you for this! I'll heal...I'll get back up and rip you to SOB shreeeeeeeds!" The principal screams and shifts, his wounds closing and his hatred growing. You look down at him and laugh and laugh and laugh. He grows even more unhinged, even as the bimbug is changing his body. "Don't you laugh at meeeeeee! What do you think's so funny, you stupid whore?!"

You slowly walk over to your purse and show him your compact mirror, asking sarcastically, "Describe your ideal woman to me, misogynist. Let me guess? Small...submissive...stupid...with breasts so big it hurts to sit up. Just a constantly horny pain junkie that can't cum unless she beaten near to ****. Sound about right?" The bimbo barely able to lift herself off the floor with her breasts twice the size of her head struggles to figure out what is happening. She should have remembered that the bimbug gives you the body of your ideal woman...and this loser HATES women, and now he gets to live with the consequences of his actions forever.

You leave him where he lies and call Wanda to pick you up. When you finish telling her how your night went, she says, "Damn! And I thought I was scary! Well don't worry about that bimboi bastard. I'll call the SJC to scoop him up and they can deal with him. And don't you worry, I'm going to give you our best client for tomorrow night. They're so popular that bimbois offer to pay them for a follow up visit." You sigh, not sure if you want a next client, or if you would rather look for a new line of work, but you figure you can wait until you read the file to decide.