A Brunette Hiding

As you tore your gaze away from the blonde, who was now gently wiping the stranger's release from her breasts, your eyes landed on a shy brunette cowering in the corner of the room. She was desperately trying to cover her naked body with a discarded t-shirt, her dark eyes wide with embarrassment and fear. Her slender legs were curled up to her chest, and her long, dark hair was disheveled, as if she had been caught off guard. You felt a pang of sympathy for her, and your gaze lingered on her fragile form, a stark contrast to the confident blonde who had just performed the explicit act.

Your eyes remained fixed on the shy brunette as you took a step forward, your feet carrying you towards her as if drawn by an unseen ****. The sounds of the chaotic room receded into the background, and all you could focus on was the fragile figure huddled in the corner. As you approached, she looked up, her dark eyes darting towards you with a mixture of fear and wariness. You could see the tension in her body, her slender legs tightening into a tighter ball as she pressed herself against the wall, as if trying to escape. You slowed your pace, not wanting to startle her further, and came to a stop in front of her.

You slowly knelt down beside her, trying not to make any sudden movements that might startle her further. As you lowered yourself to the floor, your eyes locked onto hers, and you saw a flicker of fear in their dark depths. You reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently placing it on the wall beside her, careful not to touch her. "You're safe," you whispered, trying to sound as soothing as possible. "No one is going to hurt you." The brunette's gaze darted to your hand, then back to your face, her expression unreadable. She seemed to be sizing you up, trying to determine whether you were a threat or not.

The brunette's gaze lingered on your face, her dark eyes searching for any sign of deception. You held her stare, trying to convey a sense of calm and reassurance. Slowly, she seemed to relax, her tense posture easing as she took a deep breath. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a hesitant rush. "I...I used to be a guy," she said, her eyes darting around the room as if she feared being overheard. "A nerdy guy, always stuck in the library or playing video games. I never thought I'd end up at a party...like this."

The brunette's voice was barely audible, but you leaned in closer, your ear inches from her lips, as she continued to speak. "As soon as I... changed, one of the guys here tried to get me to... you know." Her eyes darted around the room again, as if she was afraid of being overheard. "He said I was 'hot' now and that I should 'prove it' to him." She spat the words out, her expression twisting in disgust. "I tried to push him away, but he just laughed and said I was 'playing hard to get'." Her voice cracked, and she looked down, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain.

As the brunette's voice cracked, her body began to tremble, and you could see the memories of the traumatic event flooding back. You stayed frozen, your ear still inches from her lips, not wanting to startle her. Her words came out in a barely audible whisper, as if she was trying to purge the contamination from her body. "He...he touched me," she stammered, her hands rising to her chest as if trying to shield herself from the memory. "He grabbed my breasts, and...and laughed when I tried to push him away." Her eyes squeezed shut, and a single tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a glistening trail on her skin.

Slowly, she seemed to relax, her tense posture easing as she took a deep breath. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice still trembling. "I just want to go home."

You hesitated, unsure of how to break the news to her. But you knew you had to tell her the truth. "If you go home now," you said gently, trying to choose your words carefully, "you'll be stuck like this forever." The brunette's eyes snapped up to yours, a mixture of confusion and fear written across her face. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her voice trembling. You took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I don't know how this works, but I think the only way back is a reversal pill If you leave now, you'll be trapped in this body, this life, forever. Come with me to a quiet room instead"