What do you tell her?

You find yourself unable to lie to her.

“I couldn’t help myself. Petite girls are just so cute and sexy.” You shudder at your admission as you look up at her, your swollen nipples almost painfully erect as they’re caressed by the chill air. They could cut glass. The small scrap of sodden fabric over your new loins shows your tiny clitoris and your puffy lips in perfect definition. It’s humiliatingly arousing. You feel like if you pressed your naked pussy against a glass pane the wet suction would hold your whole miniature body there. You giggle at the ludicrous image.

You feel eyes on you as you are led by Lisa, feeling as though she is more masculine and commanding then you have ever been. Those that watch your nubile body are not undressing you - you’re all but naked - but you know they’re imagining you in more sexual roles. Your tiny swollen glass cutter tipped breasts are bare, your suction cup cunt lips so distinct they would be able to be read by a blindman in a whiteout.

You were so cute and sexy now. It was like your own fetish was turned back on you, turned inside out and exploded a thousand fold. You loved this body. How tiny and exposed it was. Little breasts. Teeny panties. A hot sex that ached... Your new sex feels so weird but in a very nice way. People wanting you... you shake off the strange thoughts.

“I was only thinking about Christina when I wrote those rules. Honest. Not you or anyone else. It wasn’t personal. I was just mucking around and it got out of control. I would have undone it. But... um Why did you make me so... horny?” You ask, hoping she will explain. You miss your cock... what would a cock feel like deep in your tight... what were you thinking...?

She has so much power over you. You’re so helpless and weak. Just how you like your woman. “What did you do to me? Please. I don’t understand. Can you undo it? I don’t want to be like this. I’m not a girl. I’m not meant to be like this, all horny and confused...” But that was a lie. This was the best.

And the way she looked down at you. That anger was an unspoken threat of strange and unusual degradations. The things she could do to you... You have butterflies in your stomach at the potentials. What has she done to you?!