Sarah continued.

“It’s more than that. When I first slipped her the x-change pill she didn’t leave the Vanilla Alternative. She knew what would happen if she stayed and they caught her.” Sarah toed the butt plug and watched Janet squirm. “So why did you stay Janet?”

Trey’s softening cock slipped out of Janet’s mouth. “I...” she blushed.

Why had she stayed that night? It hadn’t been a plus pill at first. But she had stayed here as a girl. She couldn’t explain it. But... Finding herself stripped of her masculinity and **** into a soft female form had been new and strangely exhilarating.

Breasts. A pussy. No muscles. Feminine curves. Shorter. Cute and sexy... Everything she looked down on and associated with a submissive partner.

In retrospect she should have left. She’d berated herself afterwards for not leaving, for her lack of willpower. But in that moment she’d felt much like she did now. Excited and aroused by her sudden loss of dominance, at the possibility of being stuck like this, losing all her hard won power and status. It had been unexpectedly addictive.

She’d always thought of herself as dominant. At the top. Not a versatile little switch. Definitely not that. But... the uncertainty. The sudden loss of power and control... it had been a heady thing... and she had signed the agreement at the club when she joined, agreeing that if she ever took exchange and was found out she’d be given a plus pill. Sarah had impishly ticked that box and she’d amusedly consented. It had been their little joke that he’d let her do that. After all he’d never use x-change... so he let her have her joke.

But she’d remembered.

“Admit it. You wanted to get caught...” Sarah said.

Janet shook her head. “No. That’s not it. I...”

“I saw the look in your eyes when I ticked that box and we paid for the plus pill.” Sarah said. “Deep down you wanted this. I could tell. I saw the interest there. It was then that I realised you weren’t a true dominant. That you wanted to be a little submissive girl...” the butt plug twisted like a sword, driving home Sarah’s words.

Janet shook her head but it was clear she lacked conviction as she spoke. “No...” she wasn’t so sure. Had she? No it had been a joke. Hadn’t it...? Why was she so unsure of herself? She looked down at herself. Had she subconsciously wanted this? She’d renamed herself Janet and kept coming here. Tempting fate. She’d known about the submissive urges of her new body. This was the worst place to come in her new body. But she’d come her anyway and maintained the role of a dominant. Tempting fate.

She ran her tongue around her mouth tasting Trey’s cum and feeling aroused. “I... no...” she protested.

“Trey. Can you please fuck this stupid little cunt for me?” Sarah asked with a wicked twist of her lips that made Janet’s eyes widen.

“With pleasure...” he said as he stroked his fat cock hard.

Janet felt the thrill of the powerless. A helplessly impotent thrall unable to resist. He tugged her from the red carpet and kissed her mouth. She felt his cock standing proud against her belly. “Admit it. This was what you wanted...” Sarah whispered in her ear from behind as she cupped Janet’s large breasts and played with them, stroking her nipples. Janet found herself nodding dazedly and shuddering.

Then Trey lifted her slight body and her legs instinctively wrapped about him as her pussy hovered above his erect cock. She whimpered in fear and need. He looked her in the eye as he lowered her onto his cock. He was big so he didn’t just slip in. Her lips stretched and stretched till his head was inside her. She bit her lip, wanting more, **** to be filled by forbidden man meat... yet he held her, dictating the pace of their coitus. He was in control. And she knew it. It was infuriatingly frustrating and it excited them both. Her need. His denial of her release. Then he slowly, deliberately lowered her onto his cock. And she knew bliss.