Go home and work it out

Ash finished scribbling in his book, putting down the pencil and closing the book with a satisfied sigh.

The universe paused for another moment, but I couldn’t feel anything different.

“Alright, time to go home, we’ll sort it there,” he said matter of factly, putting the book in his pocket while standing up from the table, with large steps he quickly made his way to the door.

I stood up, feeling my enormous boobs wobble uncomfortably, grabbing my glittering pink handbag and tottering after him as quickly as my stripper heels and small mincing steps would take me.

The gentleman that he is, he held the door open for me and then slapped my juicy behind as I walked through the door. Though he quickly walked out ahead of me with his giant strides, turning the corner towards where we had parked our car.

I used to drive, I can remember an old beat up shitbox of a thing, after our trip to the clinic I can remember giving Ash the keys.

As I turned the corner I could see Ash leaning up against our car… a sports car… with the rulebook in his hand as he pocketed it again.

“Hop in baby, let’s go,” he said in a cheesy cool guy tone.

I jumped in the passenger side, daintily swinging my feet into the car, then struggling to get the seatbelt over my enormous chest.

Ash sat in the drivers seat, turned the keys and fired up the engine. The rumble of the engine went right through me as I sat in the seat and felt the car vibrate.

He peeled out down the street and turned onto the main road back towards campus. He was driving at quite a speed, well above the limit.

“Ash honey, are you going to slow down?” I asked while gripping the seat.

“It’ll be fine babe, I’m just testing it out,” he replied nonchalantly, eyes on the road.

Not far along the road though he passed a police car. The lights lit up and Ash was **** to pull over. As we sat there waiting for the cop, Ash pulled out the book from his pocket and made a note, this one I could make out as he wrote.

**New Rule: Ash McIntosh cannot be arrested or prosecuted, and can break any laws provided he gives an explanation to the police if asked.

The officer arrived at the drivers side window, gesturing for Ash to wind it down.

“I had you clocked way above the limit back there, I’m going to need to see some ID,” the cop said with a grimace.

“Not a problem officer,” Ash said, producing his ID from his wallet and handing it to the officer.

The officer took it and inspected it, he read out loud “Ash McIntosh… FtM… Wait, are you that Ash McIntosh?”

Ash nodded solemnly to the officer, then turned to me grinning widely.

“Well then, let’s hear it,” the cop said, leaning on the driver’s side door, “what’s your explanation?”

“You see officer, I was rushing because my girlfriend Tammy here was **** to get home. She said she needed to study, but I think we both know she doesn’t need to,” Ash replied somewhat cryptically, offering a smirk to the police officer.

The cop looked sternly through the driver’s side window toward me, eyes studying me up and down. I smiled at him, Ash must think a lot of me if he thinks I don’t need to study. The policeman then cracked a smile, “yeah, she doesn’t look like much of a student,” he looked back at Ash, tapping the licence against the door before handing it back, “well, you’re free to go. Drive safely now.” My face dropped, what had he meant by that… I’m a good student.

“Thank you officer, I will”, Ash replied. He gunned the engine and peeled out for a second time, blowing past the cop who was returning to his car.

Shortly after we arrived home, entering our apartment. I was still stewing over the interaction with the cop.

“Ash, what was that about?” I asked him, “my grades have been solid, why would he assume I was a bad student just by looking at me?”

Ash smirked at me, he’d been doing that a lot today, “I dunno babe, some people are just jerks,” he reassured me. “Then again, it might be because of how you look.”

What did he mean? I minced towards the mirror hanging on the far wall of the apartment.

I stared at my reflection, I was smartly dressed in a pink boob tube, barely containing my massive cans, I wore a short black skirt which ended just below my pantyline, and stood on sky high black stripper heels. My hair was long and wavy, a bright blonde colour with pink streaks throughout. My face was garishly made up, with my thick bee-stung lips painted bubblegum pink and large enough that my pout made me look perpetually surprised. Long lashes framed my eyes which looked glassy and vapid.

I turned back to Ash who had sat down on the couch, “what do you mean? I look normal.”

He motioned for me to come sit down next to him, he dug out the book from his pocket opening it up to the last page. He turned it towards me and pointed his finger at one of his earlier rules.

**New Rule: Tammy Moar looks like a stereotypical stupid bimbo

I read it and looked back at him, “of course, this is how I normally look.”

He shook his head, “the obliviousness was fun for a while, but let’s change it up hey?” He grabbed his pencil and wrote again.

**New Rule: Tammy Moar is aware of all changes

My brain went blank, then felt like it had restarted. I remembered everything, including my original changes to the rulebook based on my gender swap kink.

“Oh shit,” my higher pitched voice squeaked.

Ash just laughed, “I’m a big fan of the slow burn we had going there, but you being aware of how I’m messing with you and messing with the world is just such a turn on to me”

I read up the list of rules he had changed.

**New Rule: All women and sissies have enormous breasts

**New Rule: Ash McIntosh has a ripped body, perfect face and massive cock

**New Rule: Sissies must wear collars or chokers with tags for identification

**New Rule: Sissies predominantly work in the service industry providing sexual relief for anyone who wants it

**New Rule: Tammy Moar looks like a stereotypical stupid bimbo

**New Rule: Ash McIntosh drives a sports car

**New Rule: Ash McIntosh cannot be arrested or prosecuted, and can break any laws provided he gives an explanation to the police if asked

**New Rule: Tammy Moar is aware of all changes

All the entries above his first one were fuzzy, as though my original changes were baked into this new reality. I could vaguely remember the changes I had made, but Ash did not know what the world used to be or that I had created this one before he got the book.

“Why would you make me look like this? I was already hot wasn’t I? And I was already your girlfriend,” I asked exasperatedly.

“Yeah, but this you is more fun,” he began, “plus, bimbos don’t worry about studies, you shouldn’t worry about your test… in fact, here.” He began writing in the book.

**New Rule: Tammy Moar is unable to attend college due to being a bimbo

The universe paused again, I tried to think of my university courses but the knowledge of my major was absent from my brain.

“There we go, no more college tests and no more college stress,” Ash smiled.

“How could you do this to me?! You knew how important college was to me,” you shout incredulously. “Now what will I do? My life is directionless!”

Ash looks at you stone faced, then smirks and says “don’t worry, I’ve got just the fix,” before making another note in the rule book.