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Karly the Sissy
Davis held the orb over his head while pointing dramatically at the cowering, naked twink in front of him.
"N-no, please!" cried Karl. "Change me back! I-I-I'm s-sorry. Really! I s-shouldn't have called you a f-fag. We can s-still be friends, r-right?"
"Friends?" said Davis. "Maybe. I suppose you're going to need one after the rest of the school sees you like this!"
With that, Karl was no longer naked. Instead, he wore a frilly pink, petticoated dress that ended just below his crotch. Lacy white stockings wrapped around his legs, and pink Baby Janes with big, silky bows covered his feet. A matching bow sat on his head, attached to a hair clip that gave his mop of blonde locks a girlish vibe.
"Aww, what a cutie!" said Davis. "I guess that does it, for now."
"P-Please, Davis, don't leave me like this!" pleaded the sissified bully.
"Davis? Hmm. No, I think you should call me Mr. Wood from now on. In fact, if you want get on my good side, you'd better start giving everyone a lot more respect. But don't worry, I think you'll find it easier now that your inner sissy is awake. Well, have fun, Karly! See you in class, tomorrow!"
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