Option Three

"You sure you want to fight me?" April said, one last time, smirking at you. "I'll make it worth your while!" She posed, putting one hand on her head, and one hand on her hip.

You decide not to waste any more time talking to her, and charge at her. She's shocked by your sudden movement, and can't react fast enough to dodge your tackle. You pin her down on the ground, holding her arms together, and above her head with one of your own. With your other hand, you unbutton her pants, and then pull her pants and panties off with one tug.

But nothing could prepare you for what you saw next.

Instead of a clit, there was a penis staring back at you.

You recoil in shock and horror. How could you possibly fight a shemale?

You back away from her, and she starts moving towards you, with a lustful glint in her eye. Your back hits the wall, and your eyes widen with fear. She comes up to you, and presses her now rather large dick up against yours. It's larger than your own.

"So... you still want to fight me, John?" She cooed softly, running a finger down your chest.

No. You wont let her win like this. You grab her shoulders, spin her around, and quickly push forward, pinning her up against the wall.

"I have you pinned. You can't win." You say, confidently.

She smirks coyly, then grabs onto you, and lifts her legs in the air, and wraps them around your waist, pressing both of your dicks up firmly against each other. You try to ignore the sensation, and try to pry her off, but her legs where firmly wedged around you.

"No, I have YOU pinned! You can either give in, and enjoy your last few moments of freedom, or prolong your defeat.... You can't win," she said, and then kissed you. As her lips locked onto yours, she starts shimmying up and down your waist, grinding her dick up against yours.