Jo asks Ian for help!

Ask for help... yes, yes, that just might work! Ian believed in the occult after all, so it was possible that he wouldn't just shrug this all off as a prank.

Jo began writing quickly, cursing her long fingernails.

"Ian.

You have to believe me - this is what I've been turned into! This is me, John! Please, Bastian used some sort of magical spell and turned me into a woman. I'm at the Aphrodite Bridal Boutique, you need to come and save -"

Jo yelped as she heard a noise from outside and instantly pressed send. She hid the phone beneath her ass and pulled the covers atop her body... but no one entered.

She sighed in relief. At least she sent the message out.

But would Ian come?

Would he... save her?

The thought made Jo feel strangely dizzy... a warmth began to spread between her thighs.

(I'm such a naughty girl... Even if there's only one man for me...)

Jo shook away the thought with as much **** as she could. But she could already feel the compulsion to compose her last message.

To the man who had turned her into this.

To the man who would be her husband.

I won't give him this satisfaction! she screamed in her mind, trying with all her might to resist. Her head started swimming, the edges of her vision darkening...