Do nothing

"Do nothing. Look this is how they play isn't it? They make you think you have to do something, but it's just a bluff. The watch probably doesn't do anything at all."

Pete thought it over, "Maybe...it still seems like a big risk."

"That's what I mean," Leanne said, "They make it seem like you have to pick because the unknown is scary, but really it's probably nothing. I know you don't mind giving any of us big lactating tits, but do you really want someone with a breeding kink and no birth control around? Are you ready to be a father?"

Pete gulped, he hadn't really thought of that. Whoever he branded would essentially be off limits for sex. He knew himself, he had little self control. Would he be able to resist any of these women, even Kelly, if they were begging him to fuck them?

"She's right, it does seem like something a demon would do." Zahara said, "And like Leanne said I don't mind bigger breasts, but I am not ready to have children."

"Ok. Fine. I'll wait. See what happens."

They spent the evening waiting around for Kelly. She didn't come home before dark and they ended up going to bed before she returned. Later Pete was woken up in the night to some men bringing her home, passed out drunk. She'd won, but then spent a lot of that money on booze. Just fucking great, Pete thought. Too bad they'd decided not to brand her, it would have been easy to get away with.

He checked the watch, just a few hours left. Well, he wasn't going to stay up for it. He went back to sleep. He was worried he wouldn't be able to fall asleep given his concern, but soon enough sleep took him.

Pete felt the the sunlight on his face and opened his eyes. It was morning. Passed his deadline. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, slowly sliding out of bed and standing up. He took a few groggy steps towards the washbasin before he realized something was really, really wrong. He looked around the room, everything was...different. No, he was shorter. He looked down, "What the fuck..." He whispered. Oh no. His voice. That wasn't his voice. He clutched his chest. His breasts. Oh fuck. He had breasts. He quickly pulled his pants down fearing the worst. "No...no...no no no no..." It was gone. His beautiful penis was gone.

"Who the fuck are you?" Pete spun at the voice. Tiffany was sitting up in bed staring at him, "Wait...Pete? Oh no!"

"Fuck. Yes. It's me. I'm...a woman!"