Sid's father and Emily

Jordan then turned his attention to Robert. The blue glow enveloped the man quickly. When it faded, Robert was completely transformed. His skin was now tanned yellowish-brown, his blonde hair long and jet black. His face had softened into something more feminine, though anyone could still tell he was a man. Two large, cheap-looking breast implants sat on his chest. He wore only a tiny micro skirt that did nothing to hide his hanging cock. In the most unbelievable feat of the night, Jordan had somehow turned the man into a Thai ladyboy.

“You are Anong, a ladyboy. You are a total freak. You feel horny all the time. Your cock feels like it’s going to explode if you don’t cum. You love to fuck women, but you’re fine presenting yourself to men too. You can only speak in broken English.”

Anong’s eyes filled with pure lust the moment he regained awareness. His gaze locked onto Emily. Without hesitation, the ladyboy pounced on her.

“Me so horny. Me you fuck,” Anong said in broken English, grabbing at her desperately.

“Dad! No, please don’t attack Emily.” Sid screamed.

“Leave me alone, you freak!” Emily yelled trying to squat him away.

“That’s not how you speak to your friend’s father, Em.” Jordan spoke in a mocking, disappointed voice. “I shall teach you the value of respect and submission.” he said as he raised his device.

As the light enveloped her, Emily’s black dress transformed into a skimpy French maid outfit complete with a frilly headband and white stockings. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun.

Seemingly satisfied at his handiwork, Jordan stroked his chin as he addressed Emily.

“Émilie, you are the family’s slutty French maid. There’s nothing you like more than relieving others’ pent-up sexual needs. Your position in the hierarchy is as low as Sid’s, so you will be submissive to everyone… except Sid.”

Émilie regained awareness. She looked at the horny ladyboy she had tried to escape moments ago, but now her expression had completely changed. Anong’s cock was rock hard and throbbing.

“Monsieur, what can moi help you with?” Émilie asked in a fake French accent, already lifting her tiny skirt.

“Me so horny. Me you fuck. Now.”

“Please, use mon hole, Monsieur,” Émilie said sweetly as she bent over and offered her pussy.

“And last…” Jordan aimed the lens at Shaina.

“No, not Shaina. I beg you, please. I will do anything, just stop. I admit I cheated. I don’t deserve the win. You should be the winner,” Sid pleaded desperately, willing to say whatever it took to stop the mad man.

But Jordan didn’t stop. The blue light enveloped both Sid and Shaina as everything went dark.