Your adventure

“You’re going to dress as a little tramp. No bra, no panties, skin tight top, ultra short skirt, heels and I’m taking you to the boardwalk where everyone will stare… and I’ll show you off. You’re going to love it!” Stacy said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

You blush with arousal at the thought of parading around in such a provocative outfit. Stacy's transformation into a dominant man had brought out a submissive side of you that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You nodded eagerly, the anticipation of the weekend's events making your new clit throb. He joins you in the shower, soaping your body with strong, masculine hands, paying special attention to your new curves and sensitive areas. His touch sent sparks of pleasure through you, making it clear that you were his toy for the weekend.

After the shower, you step into the bedroom, feeling the strange sensation of your new, smaller feet in Stacy's heels. The skirt he's chosen barely covers your round, plump ass and the top is so tight it feels like a second skin, pushing your large breasts up and together, creating a deep, enticing cleavage. Your nipples are erect and clearly defined as your breasts sway provocatively unconstrained as you look at yourself in the mirror, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability. You've never felt more femininely exposed and submissively fucking desirable in your life.

Stacy steps up behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, his chest brushing against your back. He's wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tight white tank top that shows off his muscular arms and broad chest. The contrast between your delicate frame and his powerful build is stark and incredibly hot. "You look perfect," he whispers in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Just how I like my sluts. You know we should stay like this for good. In fact I’ve decided we will.” He tells you firmly.

You gasp, a mix of shock and arousal coloring your cheeks. "What? But Stacy, we can't!" You protest weakly, but your voice is lost in the haze of desire.

“It’s not your decision. We agreed I would be in charge and I am. Right?” He prompts as he plays with your nipples. It’s hard to think. Impossible to object. Being like this forever, petite, horny, female and submissive pushes all your buttons. Your naked sex dribbles wet with excitement.

“Yes, Stacy, I’m yours. For the weekend, I’m yours to do whatever you want with.” You murmur, your voice filled with longing.

“Not just the weekend. Forever,” he tells you.

Stacy’s grip tightens around your waist, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass as he pulls you closer to him. You feel his hard cock press against your back, reminding you of the power he holds over your transformed body.

“But, Stacy, what if we regret it? What if we want to change back?” You ask, trying to sound firm, but the tremble in your voice betrays your excitement.

He laughs darkly, his grip on your ass tightening. “No going back, slut. This is the new you. Now, go get ready. We’re going to have some fun.” He gives you a little push towards the door, his erection still poking into your back.

You walk unsteadily to the boardwalk, the heels making you wobble slightly, your skirt riding up every time you take a step. You feel exposed, every gust of wind cooling your bare pussy, making it swell and throb. The thought of being Stacy’s slut forever sends a thrill through you. You’ve never felt so... alive. So fucking alive.

The boardwalk is crowded, filled with people enjoying their weekend. You see the looks of shock and lust in their eyes as they stare at you. You blush, feeling their gazes on your naked flesh, but Stacy’s firm hand on your arm keeps you moving forward. You know you should be embarrassed, but instead, you feel a strange sense of pride. You're his slut, and you love it.

As you walk, your breasts bounce with each step, drawing more and more attention. You're acutely aware of how much they've grown, how sensitive they are, and how they make you feel so... female. You've never felt so objectified, and it's a heady sensation.

Stacy leads you to a bench, his hand still firmly on your arm. He sits down, pulling you onto his lap so that you're straddling him, your skirt riding up even further. His cock presses against your stomach, and you can feel it growing hard again. The people passing by can see your lack of underwear, and their stares make you blush deeper. You squirm a little, the pressure of his cock against your clit sending little sparks of pleasure through you.

"Remember, no bra," he murmurs in your ear, his breath hot and possessive. "I want everyone to see what's mine." You nod, feeling the weight of your breasts moving freely, the nipples rubbing against the fabric of the skimpy top. It's a strange sensation, but somehow it adds to the thrill of being in such a publicly provocative situation.