Kyle's POV: Over the course of the month.

I immediately kick in in the balls, watching him writhe in pain. "Fuck you." I stomp out, going straight to the bathroom and shutting the door and locking it. I don't even watch him writhe in pain alike I usually do. I want out.

I look at the mirror and find only Jenny looking back with shock and anger on her face, and tug on my skin. It feels like I'm pinching my own cheeks...

I hear two clicks, and immediately find myself groaning as vibration courses through my body.

Fine. The boy wants to play it this way? Fine. I'll play his way.

Over the course of the month, I was not missed by my family. The fucker thought it through, and gave everyone the excuse of me having left for college early because of some dumb internship. I had to act my part as Jenny, because every time I tried to tell them, I heard two clicks coming from him, I was immediately given the vibration. It wasn't long before I realized what it was: Arousal.

At first, it felt alien, a sense of something that was aching. Then it started to become addicting. I was awoken practically every night with it. First few nights, I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the more I ignored it, the more painful it became. It was like having a boner, only that it didn't go away, and instead of feeling like it would burst, it felt more like it would melt. I felt sore all over.

Under the worse judgement, I started to masturbate. I've done it with girls, yes, but as my fingers started to pump in and out of my new body, I couldn't help myself. I immediately became a slut to the whims, and every time it began to vibrate at night, I began to pleasure myself, enjoying it more and more. I almost wanted to THANK the fucker for doing this, but i wanted my life back.

Then it got worse. Family dinner, casually being at home... even while in the shower... I heard two clicks. I excused myself and began to pleasure myself.

I was becoming a slut, and I fear that I was growing to love it.