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later that night I start trying to identify what's going on and how the world has changed 1.people view me differently and they recognize that but also think this is normal, which could mean either I've gone to a body in an alternate reality or we're all under some sort of magic. honestly the thought of something other than science changing me kind of scares me but I have to recognize that what's going on couldn't have been some sort of fast plastic surgery that hasn't been revealed to the public 2.they view my change as just getting hotter which I can see by my mom that "your body's just changing" when I identified the change and my bullies acting like I only looked slightly different in high school so what I have to do now is find the people I found suspicious the day before I changed

Afterword's I get a ping it's from Noah its a picture with me with his cocking my mouth captioned "hurry up whore" as soon as I read that I panic a little bit. he still has the video of me on my knees sucking his cock I text back "I'll do it in a second just please don't post these video's" pleading that he'll show some sympathy and decide to delete the video he has on his phone "don't worry I won't post these publicly" he texts back which surprises me he's not usually considerate of anything I say. I sigh a breath of relief and decide since I can trust in my abilities to get my old body back so I can probably do a little bit of dancing I set up my camera behind me and start shaking my ass. with the tiny shorts that I'm wearing you can probably see a bit of my underwear at least it's not as bad as before. I pick my camera back up and send the video to Noah soon I get a ping "what the fuck is this" he texts, "me twerking" I text back. it's silent for a moment until I get another ping

"you want to get me mad so much you know very well this wasn't what I wanted since you're a whore I'd expect you to know how to twerk but I guess I'll have to get over there and teach you" this fills me with fear I know noah has total control over me and can just come over at any time to fuck me or do who know's what with me. in the meantime I have to shamefully hand clean his cum out of my carpet it feels like my entire room has become a place where I service him instead of the place where I sleep it slightly turns me on knowing that he thinks of me like his personal plaything but it also makes me scared I wonder when I'll finally figure out how to get out of this situation

and with that I get another 'ding'