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Chet lies on top of you, his dick still inside, but slowly softening. You’re conflicted, on the one hand you can’t deny that what he did to you felt great, even Isaac didn’t make you cum like that.

On the other hand, he’s said that he wanted to enslave you, and the male part of you heavily resists that, even with that pleasure you don’t want to be Chet’s little slut for the rest of your life. You don’t know how much longer you can hang on though, one more thorough fucking like that, even your male side won’t be putting up a fight anymore.

Chet rolls off of you, leaving you empty. Your female self sighs contentedly, having just gotten fucked just the way she likes it. The fact that you can still rebel, even if it’s just part of you, means you’re not pregnant yet. Your male self takes control back of your body, getting up before Chet decides to fuck you again.

You get off the bed, your legs wobbly and unstable, still you manage to get to your feet and walk to the shower. “Where’re you going babe?” Chet asks, grinning as he watches your ass while you’re walking.

You don’t answer him, just concentrating on not losing your footing as you step into the shower. As the water starts running, you feel yourself turning back. “Thank god” you think to yourself, as you rinse of any evidence of what just happened.

As you get out of the shower, Chet is obviously disappointed that you turned back. “Aw, guess I didn’t manage to knock you up, better luck next time”

“There won’t be a next time Chet!” You say back, surprised at your vehemence.

“Don’t be like that John you know you enjoyed yourself. Just be honest. If you can say to me you didn’t like what I did to you, and that the idea of me owning you doesn’t turn you on, I’ll leave you alone.”

You can only blush at that, the images of you as a girl, kneeling at his feet, worshipping him and obeying him in every way flash through your mind and start turning you on. Luckily Doe is sated for now, else you might have turned back into a girl from those images alone.

“Can’t say it huh” Chet grins even wider. “Well, I’ll let you walk loose for a while, but I’ll be back, taking what’s mine. Don’t go fucking someone else now” Chet said, the last bit almost threateningly.

You hurry out of there, eager to get away from Chet as soon as possible, before you turn back again and he finishes the job. Especially since no small part of you actually wants him to do just that.

After you leave, Todd and Slab letting you go through the door and laughing as you run out of the house, Chet picks up the phone and dials.

“Hey, it’s me. I need you to do me a favor”

As you hurry out of the frat house and onto the quad, tucking your shirt in and hopping on one feet trying to get your socks and shoes on you bump into someone.

“Hey!” A woman shouts indignantly as you crash into her, taking the both of you to the ground. You look up and stare in amazement. Emmaline Randolph, rich heiress and every students wet dream.

“Oh god..” you stammer “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, and I was trying to get my shoes back on and….” You stop talking, realizing you’re babbling as she looks at you, shirt buttons crisscrossed, pants on backwards and shoes and socks half on and she starts laughing.

“I’m sorry” she says “It’s just that…you look ridiculous” You don’t know what to say to that, so you settle for not saying anything, just drinking her in, long flowing blond hair, with a hint of curls, great bosom, a good solid C cup if you weren’t mistaken and an hourglass figure that would give Aphrodite a good run for her money.

“Take a picture” She says “It’ll last longer” You start stammering again at that but she cuts you off. “Hey you’re John right? You’re in my class” You can only nod. “I was going over my homework assignments and could not make heads or tails of it. Do you mind going over it with me, tonight?” Again, the only thing you can do is nod stupidly. “Great” she exclaims “I’ll see you at 8, at your place, cutie”

She gets up, but you continue to sit there for a minute, trying to grasp what just happens. Your phone starts buzzing. It’s a text from Isaac. “Dude, we should talk. Tonight at your place?”