In for a penny, in for a pound.

'Well, I've came this far, might as well keep going' Is how you justify your urge to impale your boy pussy onto the femcock that used to be your own. "Please be ge-" you start, when you are pushed back onto the floor of the booth by the domineering candy woman who tricked you out of your manhood. You push your torso up so you are now sitting upright on the ground.

"What's your name?" She asks, as her eyes travel down to the pool of juices flowing out of your new cunt onto the ground below. "i-it's John" you stammer as she takes a step forward, bringing her nine inch cock to the forefront of your vision.

"No. Your name is Jane now, slut." she asserts, as she pushes her hips forward, smearing your own pre onto your trembling lips.