James gets his memories back

BJ: Your memories and identity return to you. Sit up on your bed and face the camera. Narrate your thoughts for your audience.

"I'm sitting up, still feeling woozy from that intense orgasm. Wait, I just came, as a girl, with my own cock, which was foreign, and my pussy, which felt natural. This is insane." James blushed heavily and covered his face. "I can't stop talking, either. I really am helpless, with someone pulling my strings. That was the hottest experience of my life, and I'll never live the humiliation down. I'm still stuck with breasts and a pussy, and I have an audience...Oh, god, everyone's seeing everything. You're even hearing everything. I wish I could stop talking, could disappear, could..."

BJ: Stop narrating.

James' mouth shut mid-sentence. A small wave of relief flashed over his features, before the full humiliation of his situation reasserted himself.

BJ: It's fun to check in with you, but it's even more fun to toy with you. Now...