The Next Day

Jasmine awoke from her bed suddenly. Recounting the memories from yesterday.

She desperately tried to play it off as a dream. There's now way he would willingly suck his arch nemesis' cock. Let alone cum from just doing so.

As she looks around, her tale of it being a dream diminishes as she sees the empty glass that began this journey in new weak body.

A wave of dread washes over her as she gets out of bed towards the mirror.

"Yep... that's me now." she thinks in despair.

After trying on her old boy clothes to find they definitely don't fit anymore, she finds her (now ex?) girlfriends clothes from when she left them there the other week. They fit perfectly, of course.

Jasmine, now dressed somewhat acceptably, grabs her phone from the bedside table.

"Of course Face ID doesnt work anymore..." she thinks briefly before entering her passcode to unlock her phone.

She opens the unread messages she'd received at some point last night.

They are from Chad. Jasmine's heart sinks.

"Good morning my little cumslut." it reads

"I know you had fun yesterday so I figured we should continue our fun today. I want you to get dressed in the items I left in the box downstairs and make your way over. It's going to a be a BIG day."

"Fuck. Him." Jasmine thought.

"He has the gall to just demand me to come over in whatever attire he has PRE-planned on his beck and call"

Her thoughts continue. "He has that video of me... he knows I have ****..."

Jasmine makes her way downstairs to find the box.

It's sitting on the couch, looking terrifying.

Jasmine opens the box while thinking "Let's see what horror lies within".

Inside the box there is a small slutty outfit that hides nothing.

Jasmine gulps. This is going to be an awful day.

Jasmine gets into the outfit.

"Why does this feel more embarrassing to wear than being completely naked" she thinks as she inspects herself in the mirror.

Trying not to think about it too much, she grabs the collar and leash in her hand and starts making her way to Chad's house.

Dreading what she is about to experience.

She finally makes it Chad's house, receiving more than enough glares from passer-bys.

She knocks on the door and is quickly greeted by Chad.

"Damnnn Jameeee... I mean Jasmine. You finally look like the cock hungry slut I always thought you were" Chad says.

Jasmine's stomach drops at the comment, but for some reason she also feels her body betraying her with her still virgin pussy starting to get hot.

"Shut up and lets get this over with" she says, pushing past Chad.

Chad smirks and lets her through.

"I'll meet you in the living room" he says.

Jasmine walks straight down the hallway, towards where she would guess the living room is.

She enters the room which looks like a living room... except for the fact there were 3 video cameras all set up to capture the centre of the room.

It looked like a damn studio.

Jasmine stops dead still.

"What the fuck is this!" she says loudly.

"Oh the cameras? don't worry about those. Your girlfriend and me were just experimenting, they aren't recording. Go take a seat."

Jasmine takes a seat on the couch, which is dead center of the focus points of the cameras.

Chad sits next to her and asks bluntly "So, how does it feel to be a slut who loves cock?"