She's an angry bitch!

Jaime's eyes burn in righteous anger. "On. The. Floor. On. Your. Knees. Now." She spits out every word and you don't have the energy after your marathon fuck session to fight her just yet. You meekly climb down the top bunk and crawl to the middle of the room. You watch her climb down, her curves and sweaty, shiny skin screaming pure sex, and you are all ears.

"So what am I going to do with the stupid slut that fucked a cunt into me? I think I'll..." she darts across to your dresser with a gazelle's speed and grace, snatching your phone and searching your photos. She lets out a giddy, gruesome giggle, "Oh my, what have we here? Not only is my roomie a dumb bimbo bitch, she's a little peepin' pervert. Look at all these lovely ladies. I'm betting they aren't your girlfriends either, are they?"

You squirm and blush and lower your head. You never had the courage to ask out any of these beauties, only worship them from afar. Now you have the awful feeling you are finally going to get to fuck one. Only you have the terrifying, tantalizing feeling that you will be the one getting fucked. Jaime walks over to the mirror and stares at the phone. "Oooh Vanessa looks like a real witchy bitch."

Her hair grows dark and her makeup matches. Glasses cover her glimmering green eyes and her figure grows more petite and slender, but with a strength beneath them. Her hair and make up grow dark with arched, thick brows. She looks every inch the dominant bi hippie stoner that you lusted after for years. You find yourself already wishing you could just submit to her and swear your fealty to her, but you know if you do, you have no chance of ever recovering your manhood.

She turns to you and gives you a sadistic, sultry smile. "Hmmm. I think you would make a cute...Marshall!" No! Anyone but her, your longest time crush. So sweet and innocent looking, but looks can be so deceiving. Your hair grows long and blond, your eyes brown and wet and doelike. You shrink down even smaller than "Vanessa", only slightly taller than a midget but with a very adult figure. Marshall was always a little Disney princess with a pornstar's figure...and personality...and now you're her, and every dripping inch of you wants to spread sweetly for your dommy, dark haired girlfriend.

Vanessa saunters over to you, her bare pussy glistening and her eyes growing with loathing and lust. "Hmm...you might just make a good little pet. And your pretty little face looks like the perfect place to rest my wet cunt. If you are a good little girl, I might even be gentle. GIGGLE Well, mostly gentle. But if you want to keep being a naughty little slut..."

She trails off, leaving it to your sordid imagination. You aren't sure which scenario is scarier. On the one hand is sticky sweet submission, and the certain loss of your manhood forever. On the other hand is the promise of perverse punishment and only a stinging, suffering sliver of a chance of saving your manhood.