Things change rather quickly.

Her cock slides in and out of you. Her tongue dances in your mouth. Her hands explore every inch of your body. Something else slides up your ass. All this makes it very hard to concentrate, to decide on some kind of perfect form, let alone to think of being male again, to be the one doing the fucking.

She must be able to sense your feelings, “Let me help.” She grabs your head, her fingers spreading out to encompass all of it. Suddenly there are over a hundred people dancing around in your mind. A formless “you” is walking around, looking them over, almost as if shopping. “Pick someone.” She whispers.

You look around, everyone is so good looking, so sexy. A dancer catches your eye. You walk closer. Her hair is long, whipping around her as she moves. Long sexy legs visible through nearly shredded jeans. A pink bikini visible as well, top and bottom as her flowing crop top flits about adding flow to the dance. Soft comfy sneakers glide across the floor. She reaches out her hand to dance with you. You are glowing, bathed in sweat, her moves are fast, you can’t match them at first, but as the beat pounds louder in your ears, you begin to feel it, to match her moves, to dance with her, to become her.

Your eyes blink. The strobing lights are so bright, the music so loud. A hand touches your shoulder and turns you around, “Hey Tina, Sarah needs to go. Are you coming with us, or do you want to stay?” You shake your head as your eyes focus on the young sexy woman talking to you. You’ve never seen her before, but know her name is Delilah. Black curly hair cascades over her shoulders, she is beautiful. She is… your sister? “Earth to Tina? Are you listening?”

You blink. The demon. What did she do? “I.” You say. She looks mad. “Just lock my e-bike to the rack. I wanna dance longer. Nicole is supposed to sing at 1.” You answer, though you don’t exactly know where the words came from.

She frowns, “That’s almost two hours, are you sure?” Her furrowed brow reveals her concern for this new you.