Get down on your knees

Beggars can't be choosers. If you want out of this, sucking the cock on the door seems to be the only option.

It looks even bigger when you get down on your knees to get your mouth around it. You try a quick lick--maybe this will be easier than you thought.

No luck. It looks like you need to get it fully in your mouth. It takes several tries before you can get your lips down to the base of the shaft.

Nothing. The picture lied. Still, once you get used to it, the feeling isn't unpleasant. You can even, somehow, feel the thing reacting to your actions. You start to enjoy the little quivers of excitement you feel it offering. You notice a little dribble of drool trickle down your chin.

You continue, feeling the twitches getting more frequent. Without warning, a thick ribbon of something creamy and unpleasant tasting shoots down your throat. You swallow it instinctively.

Instantly the door opens. Escape!

As you run through the door, you fail to notice two things. Your shirt has vanished. And you now sport two small but definite breasts. You feel new, longer hair tickling your shoulders.

You turn around to grab one of the outfits you had just seen--they aren't great, but much better than being naked. Except the door to the tower is now locked. You are alone, naked, feminized and locked in a chastity cage, and your only choice is to follow the grey road winding into the woods.