The Ballgag Girl caught your eye as you passed one another

Kat—formerly Jack—found herself staring after her for a moment longer than she intended. God, imagine being leashed, Jack thought, before immediately correcting herself. No. I’m not Jack. Kat. I’m Kat. Master said so.

The ball gag sat snugly in her mouth, somehow seeming larger than it had when she’d held it as a man. It filled her mouth completely, and her dainty teeth felt strangely different wrapped around its rubber circumference. She giggled at the thought, then giggled again because circumference suddenly sounded rather like sir, a cum inference, which was exactly the sort of ridiculous thought she’d never have had before. She bit down on the ball like an obedient retriever as she walked alone through the towering crowd, although obedient was hardly a word she wanted associated with herself.

The men and women around her seemed imposingly tall, constantly reminding her of how much smaller she was now. Five feet tall. It irked her that the thought excited her, because there was something deeply humiliating about being reminded that she was tiny, and yet some traitorous part of her found the humiliation intensely pleasurable. She looked down at herself and was reminded of the other problem: the transparent latex suit Luke had made her wear. It was practically see-through, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and everyone around her could see her new sex. In fact, some of them had probably seen it more often than she had.

She had taken the pill, and so had Lucy, and then Luke had made her put on this ridiculously revealing, body-hugging outfit before telling her to meet him at the Vanilla Alternative. The Empress’s New Clothes, he’d joked, laughing as though it were the funniest thing in the world. The damned pill made her obey him, too, which was perhaps the most infuriating part of all. She’d expected to spend the twenty-four hours at home, perhaps have sex if they were both in the mood, although given their increasingly stale sex life there was a good chance they wouldn’t bother, and then simply wait for the effects to wear off.

Instead, she was here.

And she was wearing a ball gag.

And, God help her, she liked it.

Kat was becoming increasingly annoyed with herself as she tried to reconcile the thoughts running through her head with the person she still believed herself to be. Being leashed should have embarrassed her, perhaps even angered her, but the mere thought sent a warm little thrill through her body, and she found herself getting genuinely pissed off at the fact that it excited her. She reminded herself that she was a he, or had been a he, and that she should not be thinking such lewdly submissive thoughts, but it was difficult to maintain that argument when this new body seemed to be wired precisely for the things she was trying not to think about.

And where the hell was Lucy?

Her girlfriend.

Well, technically, her boyfriend now.

The whole situation was so absurd that Kat almost laughed. Before all this, when Lucy had been a he, he had wanted Kat to take the obedient sexpot pill. Kat had laughed at him and told him, “You first!” Now Lucy was the one walking around in a female body, while Kat had become the obedient sexpot she’d so confidently claimed she would never be.

“Fuck me,” Kat muttered around the ball gag, the words emerging as a muffled, unintelligible sound that somehow made the whole situation even more ridiculous. She’d forgotten how strange it was to speak with a ball in her mouth, and the garbled sound of her own voice made her giggle again before she noticed what was happening around her.

An auction.

Kat stopped and stared.

That’s an auction.

Her eyes narrowed as she tried to work out what she was seeing. “What sort of idiot gets auctioned?” she muttered, although the words were again hopelessly mangled by the gag. Then, to her absolute horror, another thought surfaced almost immediately.

Why do I feel jealous?

“Fucking pill,” she added, her voice little more than an irritated mumble.

A hand suddenly caressed the back of her neck, sliding upwards before gripping gently and pulling the gag free. Kat froze, her eyes widening as she turned to see a man she did not recognise standing behind her, casually spinning the ball gag around one finger as though it were a toy.

“Hello. Kat, is it?” he said. “Luke said I should keep you company while he explores.”

Kat stared at him, suddenly conscious that Luke had specifically instructed her not to remove the gag, and that she had found something disturbingly pleasurable about obeying him. It turned her on, honestly, and now that the gag was gone she felt strangely exposed without it, almost naked despite the fact that the transparent latex suit had left her with very little modesty to begin with.

“Um… hello,” she said, looking nervously around the room for Luke. “Do I know you?”

The stranger smiled, and Kat looked up at him. He was taller than her, although that wasn’t particularly impressive considering that practically everyone was taller than her now, but there was something about him that made her instinctively feel as though she should listen to him. She didn’t like that feeling at all, although she couldn’t deny that some part of her responded to it immediately.

“Do you know me?” he asked. “Well, strictly speaking, no. Not in this body. You’re on a pink. I’m on a blue, so…”

He grinned broadly.

“Guess who?”

Kat frowned, trying to understand what he meant, and then her expression changed as the implications slowly sank in.

“Wait. What? You know who I am?”

“Oh, we know each other,” he said, clearly enjoying himself.

Kat’s stomach tightened.

“This…”

She looked around the room again, suddenly wishing she could disappear.

“Oh shit.”

She’d wanted Lucy to take the pill. That was all. She’d told her, You first, expecting the whole thing to be nothing more than a joke that would be forgotten once the effects wore off, but now someone who knew exactly who she had been was standing in front of her while she was dressed in transparent latex and apparently enjoying being humiliated.

This was ruinous.

Jack’s reputation would never recover.

Except she wasn’t Jack.

She was Kat.

And, even worse, the shame of being recognised like this was turning her on.

“Oh, I know,” the man said, laughing. “Luke and I talked about this. And it’s Ben.”

Kat blinked at him, her eyes widening.

“Bree?”

“Bree?” Ben laughed. “Oh no. Not Bree. Imagine if she knew. Imagine what she’d do to you if she were in this body and you were in that body…”

He paused deliberately, his grin becoming even wider.

“Actually, you might not need to imagine, particularly if I am Bree.”

Kat stared at him.

“But I’m not,” he continued, laughing. “Just like you’re not Jack.”

He pointed at her.

“You’re Kat.”

“Shit,” Kat muttered, her stomach dropping as the horrible truth finally became unavoidable. “You are Bree.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“I am so fucked.”

“Not yet,” Ben replied cheerfully. “But the night is young.”

He looked her up and down, taking in the transparent latex suit, the tiny body and the embarrassed expression on her face, before grinning appreciatively.

“But look at you. You’re a peach.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“You know you’ll love it doggy style.”

Kat slapped him across the face.

Ben rocked back a step, then slowly turned back towards her with an enormous grin, rubbing his cheek as though she’d merely confirmed something he’d already suspected.

“Just like old times,” he said.

He laughed.

“But back to front…”

His eyes flicked over her again.

“…and all switched up.”