No, you don't.

There is no way you were going to snap out of it, not at the moment. You weren’t even aware what was really happening, the man guiding you here providing such blinding pleasure.

Until pain flares through your legs as you feel your weight plummet, knees hitting the pavement beneath you as your legs fold. You give an inward hiss and curse under your breath, straining to open your eyes.

“Aaah! What the hell?!”

You look up but are met with something hitting your face. It wasn’t a strike - he didn’t slap you nor did it hurt. It was a weight… that seemed settled as it landed:

It was his cock.

The hefty appendage now covered your left eye, the length of it extending so far that the tip rested on top of your head. You should have reeled back. You should have smacked it away. Instead, you are stunned, simply staring up at him. Your lips make various shapes, but no sound comes out.

“Let’s see what you can do…”

He lets his arms hang at his side, a smug grin across his face as he waits.

You feel the pit of pleasure from earlier collect within you, it's like a weight -not pulling, but pushing - on your core. It is driving you to take what is presented. But the pain from your fall, combined with the real, tangible cock that is before you, pulls you back.

Part of you is screaming: Run! Go! A voice of caution pleading with you to not risk what you very well know could be the rest of your life, not to mention your pride and identity as a man! Don’t think about where you would go, just make it anywhere but here!

The other part of you doesn’t scream, but speaks calmly, a gentle voice that urges you to see… reason. You are a girl now, but not for long - why not indulge? Why not partake? You should enjoy yourself while you are able. You can have some fun without risking anything permanent...

A third, and final part of you however, simply whispers. It’s a seductive voice, dripping honeyed words. It makes promises of long-lasting and hither-to unachieved peaks of pleasure. It talks of a new life, better than your old one. Filled with purpose...