Ronnie stood quickly in a panic. He didn’t want the boss to take another picture of him. Who knows how he might end up.
She grabbed his arm to stop him. But the boss didn’t just photograph Ronnie. He turned the camera on both of them and hit the button. A fresh photo fluttered from the Polaroid.
“See. Nothing...” the boss started to say.
Ronnie reaches forward and picked up the photo, marveling at his carefully painted finger nails. Instead of the boss and Ronnie, or even the boss and girl-Ronnie, the photo showed a bald white guy balls deep hitting a gorgeous black woman from behind. Ronnie could see the man’s giant dick stretch the woman’s pussy, and unconsciously his new sex started to moisten. Just for a moment though. Then reality shifted.
Ronnie blinked. He had been looking at a photo but now he was looking at the ground. He felt cold mud angainst his elbows and knees and forearms and shins. He was helplessly bucking his hips as he felt a great pressure penatrate his nether regions. His tits were flopping back and forth and he could feel them swing. He moaned uncontrollably as the rock hard object penetrating him pounded away. Suddenly, he felt the slithering quick retreat as the pressure exited, leaving a warm wet puddle inside him as it left.
Ronnie felt his face turn red as he felt fluid slowly run out of himself. Had he just been fucked? By the boss? He couldn’t handle this.
Suddenly he heard a voice behind him. “Holy shit,” said the voice. “What the fuck just happened.”
Ronnie panicked. I need to change back, he thought, and turned his head. Looking for the camera. Ronnie saw a musclular white man grinning widely, showing off bad teeth. The man was looking at Ronnie and holding the camera.
“Well that was fun,” he said. “Is this a magic fuck camera? Anytime I take picture of you I get to fuck you?”
“No,” shouted Ronnie, trying to stand as his awkward female body jiggled in places Ronnie had never felt jiggle. “No, give it back!”
The man raised it to snap another photo. Ronnie lunged. The camera...