No, 'she' isn't.

"Just watch! I'll show you! I'll show them aaAaaaaaAaaah!" You feel Dwight swell and throb and explode inside you, unfortunately a long way from getting you to your big finish. The crowd boos as he struggles to stammer excuses, then falls back, moaning and whimpering as the fever hits him. His fair skin looks so fetching as it flushes and shifts into feminine features. His black, of course, tight long sleeve shirt RIPs from his growing globes, leaving them perilously hanging between the tears, not fully free, but looking all the more obscene for it. Like wise his tight pants split from his swelling ass, falling to shreds so only tatters hang loose from his little white belt, like a ragged skirt that reveals more than it covers.

Her hands explore her porcelain skin and newly formed feminine figure. Exploration turns quickly to groping and writhing on the floor, lost to lust and overwhelmed by the weight of her very public failure, the goth gurl snaps and surrenders to the humiliating hunger of her newborn bimboi body.

Daisy smiles, licking her lips as she saunters over. She takes your leash in one hand and strokes the pale princess' face with the other. She pulls you two closer together, until your lips are grazing against each other. Your mouths do the rest on their own, hungrily kissing each other and playing tongue of war in each others mouths, trying to see who can pin the other down.

"Mmm aren't you both two cute? And I think the crowd deserves to see more since lil' Daphne couldn't last more than a few pumps. I guess you gurls will have to wrassle to see who gets to be on top!"

Before you can move, Daphne has moved like greased lightning and is grinding her girl cock against your cum filled ass. You struggle to free yourself, hoping to turn the tables...or are you?