Tall Black Man

After getting knocked out, Harry fell face first into a puddle, obscuring his identity, the one thing that saved him from even more humiliation. When he woke up with a gasp, he looked around, the first thing that hit him was the blinding headache that made him squeeze his eyes shut and groan, feeling a strange burning in his throat. In fact his entire body felt like it was aching.

"Come on my, wakey wakey!" a deep voice said.

Standing there was a black man, tall and imposing, his eyes shining with amusement and something Harry could only interpret as eagerness.

He tried to move, but the tight bindings on his arms and legs prevented him from moving an inch, keeping him spread out on the wooden platform he was resting on.

Harry froze for a second as he looked as his bound arm, his eyebrows scrunching up. Why did his arm look so small and slender. Panicking he looked down briefly noticing he was naked, but that wasn't what caught his attention. There were two small lumps on his chest, around the size of an A cup, yet they were unmistakably there.

His narrow waist seemed to have become even slender with the loss of muscle, where as his hips had widened considerably, no longer had a penis trapped between his smooth thighs. 'Where had it gone?' he thought, His terrified green eyes snapped to the mans's grinning face.

"W-w-wha? WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, yet his voice was not the usual deep rumble, but instead came out like a light wisp. He sounded like a young girl.

"Fantastic isn't it?" the tall man asked, walking around the table and trailing a hand over Harry's smooth skin. He tried his best to not shiver as the fingers ghosted over his hip.

Harry gasped softly as the mans large fingers ran over a nipple, feeling unusually sensitive to the touch. The man smiled as his hand trailed up his neck and past it, briefly stopping to admire the earring that was in Harry's right eat. Harry only now felt it, surprised with how comfortable it actually was.

"It's great to not have those ugly glasses anymore right?" the man questioned Harry.

His strange tone sent another shiver down Harry's spine, but the comment made him blink. He was seeing perfectly, yet the familiar weight of his frames wasn't resting on his nose.

"Wh-what am I doing here? W-who are you?" Harry asked tentatively, not sure what was going on. Before his thoughts could get anywhere the man spoke spoke.

"Well ****, welcome to your new life, you can call me Master Ben from now, and you're going to work in my brothel," he said bragging.

"W-what, now way am I anyone's ****!" Harry said angrily.

Harry was going to demand what was going on again, but before he could the man said, "stop talking."

Harry for was unable to stop himself from closing his mouth, he looked even more angry and unsure of what was going on.

"Better," he said, "while you were knocked out I gave you an earring that forces you to obey my wishes and can transform what you look like depending on what I or a customer want you to look like. It'll also stop you from using your magic. I've got some orders that you've got to follow from now on."

"My orders are these," he commanded crossing his large arms, "You will never try to tell anyone about how you are a ****. You will never try to destroy the earring. You will never divulge who you are, or who I am."

"Y-yes, Master Ben," Harry was **** to say.

"Good," he responded, nodding his head.