...froze, unsure of what to do. The woman looked pissed, and had a reasonably authoritative tone despite her appearance. She had a skimpy tank top that barely covered her massive dd cups. She had unkept, blond hair and a huge butt which was also barely covered by jean shorts. She walked over with a sway in her step and looked at them angrily.
"Listen you two. My name is Dak- *sigh*. My name isn't what it's supposed to be since you changed reality! I'm "not" supposed to be a man and an agent of the reality alteration security organization. Now I'm a freaking stripper!" The woman shouted.
Emily glanced at her new girlfriend in fear. Raquel was equally concerned. The two woman looked towards the angry blond and decided to talk to her as calmly as possible. "Okay." Said Emily. "So what you're getting at is that you WERE a man and an agent of RASO or whatever and you were changed by us?"
The woman tried to speak, but stopped herself, knowing she'd probably just say something she didn't want to. She simply nodded. Emily and Raquel gave each other looks again. They knew if she was for real then they could be in serious trouble. Raquel decided to play it bitchy.
"Listen chica. I get it, you were changed, so what? Reality is reality no? No one else remembers it the old way so who cares? What's so wrong about changing people if they don't know they've changed?" She said in a sassy tone. Emily loved it when she got this way.
"Because mam, then you always have people like me! I'm Dakota the stripper! I'm supposed to have power not these!" She yelled grabbing her massive tits. Emily and Raquel were a little turned on by that and tried not to look. "The only reason I remember is because of my training! Think about all the people who have worse lives now! All the young people who lost years, all the people who became objects or animals! DOn't you have any sympathy?" Dakota pleaded.
Raquel and Emily gave each other one final look and smirked. They liked this power and their new forms were meaner than their old ones.
"No." Raquel coldly said.
"We guess not." Emily agreed.
Emily raised the camera and took a picture of Dakota. Dakota screamed but it was no use. Her body transformed. Her body shrunk down to the size of a doll. Her hair became fiber, her joints became metal, and her body became plastic. Her face forced her to smile as she froze and her stripper's outfit morphed into a red cotton dress. She dropped to the floor as a toy, still aware of it's surroundings, but a toy none the less.
Raquel picked up the doll and slid it down her bra. She turned over and kissed Emily.
"Want to go home and eat each other out?" The latina asked.
"Hell yeah babe." Emily said with a purr. The two walked back to their car and drove home.