Actually, this isn't a free country anymore

"How things are going to be? That's not how things work in this country, buddy." Jack said in a more familiar tone of growing anger.

"Well, I'm sorry to say that's no longer true. At least not where I live," you heard the stranger say as you heard a deeper click, different than the last ones. "After all, you aren't really a bad boy, Jackie. You're a bad girl."

"What the hell are you saying?" Jack said with a giggle in a voice that was rising in pitch, before pausing for a moment. "...Wait, what is happening to me?"

"You're turning into a blonde woman in her late twenties," the stranger said. "And I used to be your sugar daddy during your college years. "

"What the fuck? What is this?" she said in a panicked and confused voice before cracking into a weird laugh. "It feels so real. Did you **** me?"

"Nah, just changing you. Within a few minutes you won't remember anything of your old life. Neither will anyone but me.

The female voice giggled before a second of silence. "I'm going to sit down," she said as you heard a shuffling and the clatter of belts and buckles.

you risk a look into the kitchen again and almost freeze in shock.

You see a blonde woman sitting on the kitchen counter. She looks like a female version of Jack. She was wearing a leather jacket just like the one he'd been wearing, a white t-shirt and torn jeans. As you look at her face, she squints for a second as a pair of glasses magically manifest out of nowhere and a beret appear on her head, making her look more bookish.

"Now that you mention it, I actually think I do remember you now. I think I called you Hammer," the blonde said with a dumb smile on the kitchen desk. You leaned back as she leaned back and was about to get a clear line of sight on you. "How have you been?"

"That's cute, Jackie, and I've never been better," the stranger said and clicked the toy in his hand. "Remember much of being Jack?"

"Who is Jack?" she asked in an oblivious tone.

"Lets see if we can bring some memory of Jack back here," he said as the sound of a scrolling wheel filled the room.

There was silence for a second. "Oh god. Please, I'll be nice, just change me back," the girl said in a more nervous tone.

"Well you already are nice," the stranger said and clicked. "But now you can watch from inside as you start your new life. As a submissive nympho, living in an open relationship, who help people working as a social worker. Who votes and lives a liberal life in public, but loves being demeaned in private."

"Wait, no, please-" she said as a click goes through the room and things go quiet for a second again. "Huh, I must have zoned out. Anyway, how are you doing... Hammer?" she said in a a more flirty voice.

"Well now I'm doing peachy," the stranger said as you heard the unzipping of jeans. Jackie giggled. "Care to say hi to the old hammer, or would your spouse be against it?"

"Oh, she doesn't mind if I say hello to an old friend now and then," she said in a nonchalant tone as she goes silent for a moment. "What's the fidget toy for? You got a diagnosis?"

"Oh, it really helps me get things done," the stranger say as you hear something being placed on the kitchen table. "I never leave home without one, and one spare," he said, the sound of two pats on denim striking at .

"Good for you," you hear her say before she starts kissing him. At least that's what it sounds like from behind the door.

As you slowly lean around the corner you see that your guess at them kissing was only halfway true. The stranger's back is turned towards you. Jackie is on her knees in front of him, doing her best at stuffing what you assume is a massive cock down her throat.

None of them, however, can see you right now. On the kitchen table, to the right and rear of the stranger, you could see the weird fidget toy he was talking about. And a similarly-sized object seemed to be in his back pocket.