Monica looked at the error message that had popped up, but she couldn’t make sense out of any of it.
“Me sorry Callie, numbers are like too hard for Monica” Monica complained.
Callie, now too stupid to understand the severity of the situation kept pleasuring herself. She was a wet mess on the floor of their shared apartment and seemed to be climaxing without a care in the world. Monica watched Callie fingering herself, occasionally spurting her juices on the floor, and had an idea.
“Like, what if we have some fun, and Monica will try to do hard stuff after” Monica said, as if she had made a major discovery.
Callie, still too caught up in her new body’s sensations didn’t respond, which Monica took as a yes. Monica, already dressed, looked at the naked bimbo in front of her. As much as Callie hated the clothes that restri-, res-, res-ter-icted her movement, Callie could not go outside naked, so Monica dressed her in a tube top which read “Whore”that could barely cover her nipples, and a pink miniskirt. After Callie applied her makeup (even though she wasn’t very smart, she was a master at applying makeup) and left. The decided to go to...