Hot tub?

It’s disconcerting to be facing your ex girlfriend Kate and ex best friend Mark in Jo’s tiny, female and unreasonably horny body. Being female was hard enough but Mark had fucked Jo which meant he had fucked your current body and that was all kinds of left field confusing for you.

Stranger still you find Mark to be attractive. Like sexually attractive. Admittedly you have the compounding influences of the libido pill, Jo’s previous physical attraction to Mark and a busily buzzing vibrator distracting and arousing you. “Jack. Can you um,” you say, making a cutting gesture, hoping Jo will turn off the bullet. No such luck. It keeps buzzing away merrily inside you giving everything a decidedly sexual perspectives

You get why Jo liked both him and you. But you sense she prefers the male you because you’re taller and more muscular than Mark. Or you were. It’s confusing on multiple levels. Regardless you can feel her residual desire for Mark but the desire for Jack - your former body - is stronger. But yeah - you want to shag your bastard pal Mark because of Jo’s desires - this is messy.

You consider why you like big strong men … at five nothing both Jack’s and Mark’s male bodies are… physically intimidating in a way that floats Jo’s boat… which is now most assuredly your boat. You find tall strong guys hot. That’s Jo’s sexual preferences bleeding through.

But there was something else there. Something you didn’t expect. You could feel a strange desire to be … dominated … Jo liked to be dominated?!? It made sense when you thought about it but you’d never really properly dominated her. But not that you think about it when Jo called you princess it had pushed your buttons…

“Would you like that Jo?” Mark asked.

“Huh?” You ask back. You’d been thinking about stuff, distracted by … desire. God he was hot. And he’d fucked this body!

“I said would you two like to join us back at our house. We have a hot tub and a sauna…” Mark asked.

“I… um… don’t have a bathing suit,” you reply in surprise. Just kinky underwear! God if they saw you in that you’d die. Your pussy contracts with anticipation. Why were you talking to these guys!? You should have been calling them two timing bastards and bitches and stormed off in a righteous huff. These cheaters… yet your libido was making you act otherwise!

“We don’t need bathing suits,” Mark said, “we’ve all seen each other naked before…”

Your heart is hammering in your much smaller chest. No one has seen you naked in Jo’s tiny body. You’d be at a distinct disadvantage. A virgin woman, at the mercy of your unreliable ex girlfriend and former pal… it excited you.

The vibrator is still on its lowest setting, a persistent, maddening hum that keeps your new pussy slick and aching, even as the cold night air bites at your bare legs under the coat.

Mark’s offer hangs there like an alluring sexual dare—spa bath, sauna, no bathing suits. Naked. With them. With him. As a woman… with a raging libido. You’d be fucked…

Your mind spins. Mark fucked this body before. He knows exactly how it feels, how it responds. The thought sends a fresh gush of heat between your thighs, shameful and undeniable. Jo’s libido pill is doing its job too well; every pulse of the bullet makes your clit throb, makes your nipples press almost painfully sensitive against the lace. And worse—Jo’s old attraction to Mark is bleeding through, mixing with your own confused wiring until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Tall guys. Strong guys. Being handled. Princess. The word still echoes from earlier, twisting something low in your belly.