Interrogation Room

You breathe out for a moment, letting a moment pass. You mourn a feeling of having been a wife and mother, and that you wouldn't get to use that backpace you were given full of money and other things. Your mourn your relationship with your-- you mean Rainfaux's dad and mom, CJs dad and mom. The thought strikes you that you didn't get to fold your own mother and father into the mix either.
Then you shake your head and remember again that this is some kind of test. Usually, you think, it's bad in such cases to surrender to illusions. Perhaps you are supposed to show you can resist the temptations within a scenario like this. Steeling yourself, you look around. You are about to descend the staircase when a hand grabs you. You turn and meet Llora’s harsh stare, framed by a dark brocade church dress. The deep burgundy fabric clings like melted candlewax. A column of black lace slices down the bodice, directing the eye from the high collar over her full chest to a mercilessly cinched waist. Below, pleated panels flare into a voluminous skirt whose hem—embroidered in motifs that look, at first glance, like tiny penises and, on second, fleur-de-lys—ripples with each step. She finishes the look with sheer tights and polished black boots sporting a subtle heel.

Before you can ask a question or say anything, she pulls you up the stairs, down a hallway, and into a small office. She motions for you to sit down in a small , green chair. She sits down on the other side of a desk. There are two buttons on either side of her, small and red. Up above her you see a small window with a dial-- like the dial you saw previously. Only this time the display shows one body part at a time. Right now it seems to be showing a chest: your own male chest somehow.

As you sit, two handcuffs suddenly appear on the chair and lock you into place.

"Bueno," she says, "Now, it is time to interview and find out if you are ready. Let's start with two diagnostic questions." She looks down at a small clipboard. "First, do you believe you are ready?"

"I.... I don't know," you say. "I thought I was--"

"Good, good," she said. "This is close enough to the truth." She presses her right hand button. The dial spins and instead of your chest the small window shows a black woman's mouth.

"Next question," she says, reading from the clipboard, "have you enjoyed the mansion?"

"I don't know," you say. She frowns and furrows her brow, then checks the clipboard.

"Ah," she said, "I mean, have you sexually enjoyed things that happened to you in this mansion?"

"What, no!" you say, and she hits her left side button. A mirror appears behind her, just underneath the dial. You watch as your mouth is replaced by the black woman's mouth. You bring your hand up to it.

"Bitch, you better not--" you start to say, but Llora waves you to be quiet.

"Please continue to answer my questions," she says. The dial turns and you see your own mouth again. "Have you had any sexual thoughts while in this house??"

"Ye-- yes," you say, hoping your mouth will return. Llora pushes the right hand button. Your mouth clicks away but you do not change. Next up on the dial are small, pert breasts, B-cup by your guess. There is a slight darkness to them. You realize that underneath each body part is a small handwritten note: "japanese mothers breasts, Okinawa".

"Have you had sex with anything in this mansion?" Llora asks.

"Yes," you say, still hoping that you might transform back. But Llora presses the button and the wheel dials again. This time the note says, underneath an average size penis "your dad's dick."

Llora looks up at it.

"Does looking at your fathers penis turn you on?" she says.

"Absolutely not," you say. She presses the left button and you watch as your cock is replaced by your fathers cock. The next thing that wheels into place are "Rosa's fat DD latina titties". There is silence for a moment. You wonder what happens if you choose to fail to answer. It seems that if you answer honestly nothing happens, but if you lie you get transformed.

"Have you ever imagined you were me while fucking my daughter Rosa?" Llora asks.

"Never," you lie, "not even once." And just as you predicted, suddenly your chest is replaced with Rosas. Now you have your father's cock, a black woman's mouth, Rosa's tits all on your frame. Wheeling into the dial now was a college woman's, probably a sports players, ponytail. That would match my mouth, you think.

"Would you like it if I sucked your dick right now?"

"What?" you ask.

"Answer the question," Llora said.

Yes, you thought. "No," you said. Sure enough your hair was replaced by a pony tail. The next item to dial into the window is a pregnant white woman's stomach, 8 months along.

"Have you ever thought of letting yourself be bimboified, becoming a sex object for use by anyone who wants?" Llora reads.

"Not ever once," you lie. Your new, growing womb takes shape on your body. You now wear a pregnant white woman’s swollen belly, stretched and full at eight months. Your chest is dominated by Rosa’s heavy, dark-nippled DD latina breasts. Above them swings a sporty blonde ponytail. Your lips are plump and black, wide-set and slick. Between your legs hangs your father’s cock—thick, veined, uncircumcised.

"When you moaned 'Daddy', with your own cock inside you, did you really wish it was the cock that's between your legs now?"

You look up and see "Denise's Legs." You knew that Denise was your father's ex, the one that got away before he got with your mom. Sometimes he would describe her thighs as her best feature. You saw a picture of her with him once, in a hidden photograph, he was grabbing her ass and she was whispering something into his ear that made him laugh.
You wanted those legs.
"Not even once," you say. Llora pushes the button and you transform.

Then, she sit there in silence for a long time. She taps a pen against the clipboard.

"Hmmmm," she says, drawing it out.

"You aren't being honest with me," she says.

"I guess that's why I keep transforming," you say.

"No," she said. "You aren't being honest or answering in an honest way, I mean." She depresses both buttons at once, and you watch as every transformation goes away and you are back staring at your original, male-bodied self.

"You think you are smarter than this test," she says, "but you aren't. If you aren't ready to deal with me honestly, you aren't ready for Rosa." The handcuffs release you and she points you towards the door.

"You may use the stairs to exit," since you aren't ready, she says. As she guides you out, firmly by the arm, her waist bumps into you. You feel it, betwee nher legs: a hard cock. She makes sure to bend over just enough before you leave that you can see down her blouse to her tits. They are sagging, just as you imagined. She pauses for a moment -- as if letting you linger in your looking-- and then says "If you stay things will be more difficult. Therefore, goodbye."
She pushes you out and shuts the door. You are back on the landing. The staircase leads both down or up. She said that going down would lead out, leading you to break up with Rosa.
You weren't ready for that, so you took a moment to catch your breath again, letting a vision of Llora fucking your tits with her dick before feeding you hears flutter through your brain. Then you grabbed the staircase and headed up.