Why not?

"Ohh fuck it I guess we've gone this far." Brendan moaned as Amy continued to massage his dick.

"That's right Brendan." She whispered "You might never want to get rid of this one anyway. And besides"

Brendan, Don't you love being humiliated?

"Wait! Amy that might be-" Brendan tried to protest.

"Nuh ah ah mini-dick." She said pressing harder against his crotch. "I don't think so. Someone with something a grade school kid could make fun of doesn't get to make decisions. God just imagine if anyone else but me knew. Imagine if Ken caught you in the bathroom. I bet he did. I bet all of your college buddies now know you've been lying this whole time. Had a fake on cause in reality all you have is this pathetic thing."

"No. Please." Brendan moaned as he thought about what she said. He was sure that she was wrong. There was no way that Ken saw anything... But what if he had? Just dwelling on that thought for a few seconds combined with Amy's stimulation **** him to wet his hot pink shorts.

"And a hair trigger. How pathetic. But I guess that's what you can expect from something so sorry like that." Amy said moving away from him. "No don't change. I want you to sit in that for a while. Think about how worthless you are."

It took a while before Brendan recovered enough from the whole situation. He didn't know how he really felt about the whole thing. He knew how he was supposed to feel, or at least how he thought he was supposed to feel. But sitting there with his cum stained hot pink booty shorts was doing something to him and he couldn't fully say he hated it. They sat like that for what seemed like an eternity.

"Soooo..." Amy finally said breaking the silence. "What do you think?" she asked nervously.

"I... I don't know." Brendan truthfully answered. "That's the problem with these mental changes. It's really hard to tell what I really think and what you're making me think. Can you take it off for a second?"

"Why do you want it off? You just got" Amy started.

"Amy. Please take it off." Brendan interrupted.

"I..... I can't......"

"What did you say." Brendan said turning to her.

"I said I can't." Amy repeated louder.

"What do you mean you can't!"

"I mean I forgot to put a reverse trigger in. I didn't think it would work after we took the powers of but it did." She explained.

"Wait so now not only do I have a tiny dick and sexy legs. I can collect fetish's like Pokemon and there's no way to get rid of it?!" Brendan shouted.

"Sorry! I'm Sorry!" Amy exclaimed. "I got carried away in the whole thing. Let me go get the gun maybe it's recharged now and we can fix all this." She said quickly moving out of the room.

"Yes! Please! Let's do that." Brendan said exasperatedly.

"Uhhhhh" Amy said returning pointing the gun at her eye and clicking the trigger.

"Fuckkkk" Brendan groaned.

"No It's ok! It's OK! I have another idea!" Amy said pointing to the reverse button. "It took away powers last time. Maybe this time it'll set everything back to normal?" She hopefully posed.

"Or it could make it worse." Brendan sighed.

"You don't know that"

"And neither do you."

"Well what other option do we really have? Do you want to hit the button or not?"