To him. You're going to make him turn you back.

It's some impressive bravado, at least. Approaching someone who has the power to change your gender so easily, so quickly? Someone with that kind of power? And there you are, trying hard not to think about just how easy it is for you to walk in the heels you seem to be in, trying to cover up everything and not having enough arms to do so.

The power balance is somewhat skewed.

But that's alright, you realise, as the second purple flash swims over your vision. You all have your roles to play, and you're all on the same team, after all. You watch curiously as the cheerleaders start pulling at each other's clothes, tongues darting into each other's mouths, and you know that five minutes ago it would have been your dream to be among them, receiving their attentions.

Now, though, your dream lies in front of you.

You pull your top off as you walk towards the guy. It's hard to imagine that the huge tits you hold up for his inspection were something that caused you horror not so long ago, but now you give thanks for them. After all, they're exactly what you need to show how much of a willing slut you are. Judging by the way the man is unzipping his well-filled jeans, it's working well.

As you stop in front of him you reach down to give him a hand.

Soon after that you give him a mouth, too.

And why not? He did give you this body, after all. It belongs to him.

You belong to him.

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