They Put the Outfit on Him

Rugsby looked down at himself, the pain dying down enough for him to finally see straight. For a moment, he felt intensely disoriented. He was looking down, but surely it was someone else's body he was seeing?

His skin was smooth and silky. He ran a finger across his thigh, gasping as he realized how much more sensitive he was. He was fairly certain his skin was a few shades lighter than before, although that could have been because he wasn't filthy and grimy anymore. He'd never seen skin so clean and clear.

He ran his hands slowly and gingerly across his new body. His hips were just wide enough to be grabbed easily - something he'd always appreciated in women, but not so much on himself. His nipples were a rosy pink and even more sensitive than the rest of his body. He didn't have breasts or anything, thank heavens, but that provided scant comfort.

Worst of all was his cock. He'd always been proud of what he was born with. Making women scream had been one of his favorite pastimes. But this... His cock was fully erect - almost painfully so, in fact - but it was only a couple inches long. The ballsack below it was smooth and tight. He never would have thought that a penis could look feminine, but damn him to hell if his didn't look like it belonged on a woman.

"T-The fuck! What the hell is this?" He covered his mouth as soon as he spoke. His voice had changed, too. It was high-pitched, and he could have sworn there was a tone to it he hadn't intended, something that, had it come from a woman, he would have assumed meant she was propositioning someone.

Luroon nodded with a satisfied smirk. Her horrifyingly erect cock was throbbing, as if reacting to the sound of his voice.

"Not bad, not bad at all. We'll have to work on your manners, but at least you finally have a body worthy of your status. You'll make a decent fuckpet yet."

"Y-You bitch! I'll rip you to shreds!" He aimed a jab at one of her breasts, hoping it might be a weak spot. The blow was absolutely pathetic - all the muscle he'd built up through years of brawls was gone. Perhaps it was for the best, though. Chances were high that he just would have hurt himself again. Her breast was soft, but he could feel the rock solid muscle behind it when he pressed hard enough.

Luroon's grin widened. There was a spark of pure, sadistic glee in her eyes. Rugsby was starting to realize what she had meant earlier, about something worse than ****. She was going to strip him of everything he was. Rugsby would, in every meaningful sense, die, but what remained would still be around to suffer for a good long time.

"You should consider yourself lucky. The alterations healed all those broken bones and bruises from earlier. You wouldn't want to hurt yourself all over again, would you?" She grabbed the lingerie, holding it up to him. "You never had the strength to defy me, but hopefully that's clear to you, now. Put it on, fuckpet. Do yourself a favor and be obedient for a change."

Hands trembling with horror and fear, Rugsby grabbed the frilly pink ensemble. Part of him wanted to tear it to pieces, and damn the consequences. But then, his girly arms were so weak now he probably couldn't even do that. Tears welled up in his eyes, just another sign of his weakness. He struggled with the thing for a moment, no clue in his head about how to put it on. The tailor stepped in to help, and soon he was all dressed up like a doll - albeit a doll made by some sick pervert.

Luroon pushed him over to a full-length mirror. Rugsby had thought that it couldn't get any worse, but it absolutely did. His face was gorgeous. Puffy lips, alluring eyes, everything he himself would have wanted in a girl. His chesnut brown hair, once scraggly and greasy, was clean and glistening. It was cut short, but it still made him look even more feminine. There was no denying it - if he'd seen a boy as cute as this, he'd have fucked him for sure, and to hell with anyone who said it was gay.

The bustier made it all worse. It looked so damned good on him. He looked like some sort of classy courtesan, ready head to the bedchambers of a king.

He shivered when something pressed against his soft, pillowy ass. Luroon's cruel cock throbbed against him, pulsing to each powerful thump of her black heart. Rugsby suddenly realized that this was only the beginning. Things were about to get much, much worse.

"Mmm, you look so tasty. Rugsby, you said your name was? It doesn't really fit, does it? I don't tend to bother with my fuckpets' names, but when I do, I'll call you... Jane."

Rugsby felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't always asked for permission from the women he'd fucked. He was starting to realize what it felt like to be on the other end of things. He was about to be **** like a back-alley whore - probably for the rest of his life, too.