You'll find her for Natasha

Dumbfounded and drooling in place you regain your semi-normal self and hide your hard member. She asked you to do something and you really should do that, right?

You don't have to look for long as you find Nat's sister pintching other girls and giggling evily. Her body is frankly just as hot as Nat's, but more tight and fit. She is wearing red pantyhose and a red leather lingere, which shows her clevage. She's supposedly a demon, and her tail swings under her fit round butt, and the two sharp horns on her forehead make her look majestetic. On top of that her raven black straight hair and thick makeup make her arguably the hotest girl of the whole party.

"Hey, Pri, right? What's up with that loincloth? Your booty is all on show!" She laughs and pintches the big tribal girl's muscular bare butt. "AAk! What was that for? You want me to beat you up, huh?" Chels puts her hands up and closses her eyes: "Guity as charged. Pintch me anywhere."

Pri chuckles and forcebly twist the demon girls boob. "NHGAAA!! Shit! That hurt! Fuck. Sorry, sheesh..." Chels screams and holds her bruised breast. "Hey, Chelsie. Can I tell you one thing." You butt in and Pri is already laughing loudly and stomping away.

"What now... Is it the photo hunt?" She looks hurt and almost like crying. "Fiona, does that name say anything to you?" Her yellow eyes shoot open suddenly and she frowns. "What's this? Why do you ask that?"

You would normaly feel extremely embarrased to talk with a sexbomb such as Chelsie privately like this, but explain clearly: "Your sister wanted me to tell you that girl's name. What is that about?" She looks very defencive and she raises her finger up at you.

"I won't tell you, and I'd not listen to my fucking sister if I were you. Just do the party and forget that, really." She says with her hot smokey voice and you start to really get annoyed with her. "Look, I was asked to talk with you about Fiona, so tell me damnit!" You really hate secrets, because you have to live with one yourself.

Chels gets really close to your face and pushes her pointy index finger on your bare chest. "Drop it, March. That will get you nowhere. Leave me alone for your own sake." She backs away and goes off someplace.

You feel angry and offended. The party is on high spirits, but you care about Nat's ideas now, and find her in the third floor. She's leaning on a door and raises her eyebrow as you enter her vision. "So, how did my sister react?" You tell her how she treated you and Nat smiles bitterly.

"Oh yeah? So she does remember, how quaint. Well, March. Next I'll have to ask you to do a bit of an unfortunate thing for me. You see, not every person here knows about your little secret. For my plan to work that is essential. Worry not, it won't have to be slutty."

You freeze, but listen closely as you nod in agreement. So she knows? "I want you to simply trip on the dance floor and reveal your penis to everyone there. That way everyone will know how you are a futa." You try to make yourself object, but fail as the small movements her body makes transfer into her massive boobs, making them shake by just the tiniest bit. "I...I...I can d...do that..."

She smiles and you pant frustratingly. "Good. You know that there's a prize waiting for you, right? We'll do it later, right? Of course we are, but first you'll have to help me." She says with a cute voice and you smile embarrased and helplessly.

The way you do it won't matter at all so you just plop your package out under your skirt and walk into the party room. Your brain is offline, your mind has stopped processing by now and all you want is Natasha. You purposefully make yourself trip and it hurts your arm and butt. Your skirt raises and you act like you hit your head and lay down for a few seconds. A lot of gasps and giggles happen all around you and you feel like dying for real, but remember Natasha and your goal. You act all shy and cover yourself up. Honestly the reason why so many people were so surprised was because of your rockhard leaking trobbing cock, and not because of the fact that you were a dickgirl.

"Th...that's just... wow..."

"Ahaha! The fairy tale girl has a cock!"

"D...don't laugh people, she'll get sad!"

"She? Hardly."

"Did she pee, or what was that?"

You hear endless confussed questions and comments, while you run head down into the bathroom. You lock the door and puke. You are so hot that you think a vain might have popped, your penis is soft and you stuff it back in your panties. You laugh and cry as you realize that there's no going back now. You'll do this for the angel.