"Plan C, motherfuckers."

Joe's smile freezes on his face as he tries to figure out what you mean and fake the appropriate emotion to respond with. John looks confused and angry at his own inability to follow the conversation. Then, he keels over and falls to the floor, clutching his throat. "Puh HACK poison!"

Joe's smile is still frozen in place as you watch John writhe in agony as his bones bend and his muscles spasm and his body burns. Then just when he thinks he might be granted the mercy of ****, his hair grows long and lustrous and his hips swell and breasts balloon out and a decidedly shriller scream escapes his newly plump lips, "EEEEEEE! YOU MADE ME A SISSEEEEEEEE!"

Joe's smile is still frozen as he waits for the sissy spurts you had Samantha sneak into the scotch with a syringe through the cork while they went home for the night. "You shouldn't have left John...sorry, Joan, in charge of security. Really, 1234 wasn't the hardest passcode to crack, even for a 'stupid' sissy. By the way, we also got access to your accounts. I wonder how loyal your army will be when you can't pay them?"

Joan is sobbing in the fetal position as she ponders her fate worse than ****. A vile cesspool of toxic masculinity and a twisted mass of homophobia in the shape of a man has been transformed into what he hates most...a sniveling sissy. You turn to Joe, who is still smiling his vacant, frozen rictus grin. "What are you smiling about, punk?"

He steadies the gun at your head and his eyes shine with greedy glee. "Oh I was just thinking at how happy you've made me. You got rid of both my pathetic 'partners' so I didn't have to. I suspected the poison, which is why I turned my back to hide my drink was from my own personal flask. And now that you've stolen MY money, I get an excuse to **** you and your daughter. I think I'll start with your kneecaps." He lowers the gun to aim square at your left knee and you watch in helpless slow motion as he squeezes the trigger.

CLICK

"Huh?"

CLICK

CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK

"NO! THAT'S NOT FA-" SMAAAAAACK

You are on your feet and hurling your fist up in a sweeping arc that sends his jaw sideways and his brain crashing into his skull. He crumples like a sack of shit and you stand over him with your fists raised in the air. "I never wanted to turn you into a sissy, boi. It's too nice for a monster like you. No, I figured you'd suspect my conspicuous bottle of scotch and switch the drinks at the last minute. I wasn't sure I could take John in a fight, but I knew if I could get to your firing pin, I could lay you out easy. You really should've had the courtesy to look me in the eyes when I was sucking your cock. It made it too easy to disarm you."

"Pleash...COUGH" Joe struggles to speak with a broken jaw and a possible concussion as he spits the blood from his mouth and two teeth follow it out. "Pleash...mershy..." you see the first authentic emotion other than hate and disgust on his face...fear. It's a welcome sight. But you are just getting warmed up. You crack your knuckles and smile...