Implore for mercy

“Wait! Wait! Please don’t do this!” you plead. There was nothing but rage on Kay’s face. “Are you Alicia’s cousin or her horny male pal who took a X-Change pill?” demanded Kay. “I…I’m sorry.” “You think you are sorry now, bitch? Wait until Sam switches on the machine. Then you will be really sorry! “ she spits, enraged. You tremble as it hits you, just how screwed you truly are…if they activate the machine. “Wait, don’t! Please I am sorry! Please, my life will be over! My parents will never recognise me! Please don’t ruin my LIFE!” you cry. Kay stared at you with thinly veiled disgust.

“Alicia? Why should we forgive this pervy butthole who just wanted to ogle us?” demanded Sam. Alicia paued before nodding. “I think he should be an example to the other pervs. Glad I could bring her here for justice!” responded Alicia. “Alicia! Please NO!” Tears fell down your eyes before you squeal. “Soft, tickly little feet. Boys will love it!” teased Simone. Laugher burst from you as Simone’s long nails tracing your aches and soles. “My Dad has been single since my Mum left him. Maybe Blake might make a decent stepmum.” Observed Liz. She moved behind you, wiggling under your arms. Screams of mirth and howls erupted from your throat. “Maybe we should strap her up first….after we let the machine have her?” proposed Sam. “Let’s vote on it! Blake the bitch gets no vote!” expresses Kay, anger coursing through her. She held out her hand and amongst your tearful screeches, they stop torturing you. You shook a little before your breath returns. All around you are the hateful faces of the women, you thought you could love.

“PLEASE!!!! DON’T DO THIS!” you bawl. This couldn’t be happening. “I vote Fuck Blake!” declares Kay. “I vote the same.” agreed Alicia. You sob harder when Liz said Three for the machine. “Please God, save me!” You prayed. Simone adds “I get to strap her pussy when she is a girl forever. I vote for pound town.” Sam lifts your red, blotchy face, grinning from ear to ear. “Once I say it’s unanimous, I press this button. Then it’s another 40 years of periods and 30 years of menopause for you. So I also vote for turning on the machine.” “NOOOOOO!!!!!” “Do it already, Sam!” demands Kay. You wail like a banshee. Your life is over. You want to die. Sam pauses. Her face looks exceedongly hesitant, though you can see nothing as your burning eyes are practically bleeding hot water. “Guys, are we sure about this? It might be too much.” You stop bawling. Was there hope? You begin to thank Sam with all the gratitude you can. At last, your nightmare was over. Her smirk returns “Gotcha!” She declares as her finger pushes the button.