Obviously.

You stare at it for a while sucking on the side of your finger. “Oh why not.” You laugh and position your tight pink asshole over the huge pole. Sitting slowly it pushes at your tight asshole but won’t go in, you are way to tight. “Whoa, that’s kinda cool. Wait I have a pussy, what am I doing.” Smiling now you squirt a blob of soap in your hand then lather up the phallus nicely. It warms in your touch. “K, here goes.” You guide it into your cute little pussy and slide down onto it.

Hands grip your breasts and clench on your nipples pulling you against the soft breasts of the body behind you. The girl that did this to you whispers in your ear, “Don’t use this till you want me to take you away silly.” She then lifts you off of her and you spin around to see the moist plug standing there as you found it.

“Fuck.” You say with a gasp, “So I guess that’s my way out.” Shaking your head you quickly take a shower, tastefully do your makeup, not quite sure when you acquired the skill, and start pulling open drawers for some clothes.

A pair of knee high lime socks with hot pink on the toes and heels are what you start with. You find a cute soft pair of baby pink boy short panties and matching bra that is size 32A and hooks in the front that you slip on next. For a top you decide first on a cute pink tank top, but then you spot a work uniform and have to laugh. “Pizza place eeh.” You say holding it up. Hanging on a hook by the door you find a little waist pouch with your wallet, phone, black lipstick, gum, $38, and you are a little surprised to find a little steel 1911 style.380 and an extra 7 round magazine. “Wow, I guess I am packing.” You take a look at your license, it says your name is Sarah McIntyre, 5’7” 115 lbs, and have red hair and green eyes, plus you are an organ donor. You grab your bike and head out wearing the yellow work shirt, black yoga pants, and black tennis shoes with green laces. Unlocking the phone, picking the contact named work, and hitting the info button gives you an address in downtown Chicago.

You also find a pack for the bike in the living room with a very expensive looking camera in it, a Fuji x100s, “Cool.” You play with it a little then put it and a change of clothes, nearly white ripped jeans with a 23” waist, size small pink tank top, and a pair of cute cork heel sandals size seven, with rather high heels. All packed up you head out and zip across town on the cool electric bike. Pulling up you can’t help but wonder what is about to happen. “Fuck, how am I supposed to do this? Not to mention why?”