The Secret’s Out…?

“Oh! Wow! Um… I’m sorry!” I say very quickly, though my eyes are locked onto her naked half, watching as the machine buzzes teasingly against her slit, and I could only imagine the pleasure she was feeling right now… and how she was able to hold her composure for so long.

“Ok quit staring! What are you, some kind of dyke?” Darcie growled as she grabbed a blanket and threw it over herself again, chuckling a little bit as she looked up at me. “Oh God! You aren’t one of those X-Change weirdo’s are you?” She says, her voice teasing and joking… but there’s a reason why Jennifer doesn’t play poker.

My eyes widened, my cheeks turned a bright red, and very quickly I started to stutter. “Well… I… uh… you know.. I…” It should have been easier to lie, I’m a lawyer for Gods sake! But this body didn't have a poker face, and I started to fidget enough that Darcie’s tune quickly changed.

“Holy fuck you are a dude on X-Change!” She says with a quick growl as she stands up straight, an offended look on her face as she attempted to cover herself up now. “What? Did you dose yourself before enrolling here? So you could creep on a bunch of college girls you filthy pervert!” She screams, throwing a pillow at me as I let out a tiny squeal and trued to explain again.

“No! No! I’m sorry! That’s not what this is!” I say quickly as I block the pillow. “I… I got dosed! I was given a pill and I didn’t realize it and now I’m just… here.” I tried to say, my words not convincing and my tone even less so.

“Oh! You’re just here, huh?” She says as she grabs me by the shoulder and throws me down on the bed to sit, glaring at me with a scoff. “You’re here disguised as a bimbo to get some college pussy! You’re a disgusting asshole!” She growls as she sits down next to me.

“Hey! I’m not a bimbo! You take that back!” I growl as I shove her, and she just smirks and shoves me back.

“Oh you’re not?” She says as she grabs me by the shirt with barely a yelp from me as she yanks it off and throws it to the side. “With tits like these? What else would you call them?” She asks as she jiggles my breasts in her hands, causing me to moan ever so slightly.

“Oh? The dirty bimbo likes this, huh?” She growls as she kisses my breast now, pulling another moan out of me and paralyzing me for a second. “You know what? You wanted a fucking peep show? Then you’re gonna get one!”

With that she grabs me by the hair, making me yelp again as she pulls me in for a kiss, her hands still groping and massaging my boobs, making me moan into the kiss. After a couple seconds she growls and pulls herself off of me, glaring up at me before giving me a quick smack across the face.

“You wanna be a girly-little-bimbo-slut?” She asks me, smacking my cheek again. “You aren’t a fucking man, you’re gonna be my bitch!” She screams as she throws herself back onto the bed, fully taking off her shirt and throwing it to the side. “Worship me!”

I hesitate as I sit on the bed now, cheeks only growing again as I stared down at her on the bed. “I… I’m sorry. What?” I ask, before letting out a quick yelp as she grabs my arms and yanks me onto the bed.

“I. Said. Worship.” She growls as my face falls in between her tits and, without another thought, my mouth began to worship and lick up her breasts just as she commanded.