With one desperate leap I tried to save my phone, pushing off from the opposing wall and moving towards my new owners, my head full of nightmarish anxieties. Unfortunately, the liquid made the tiles so slick my feet had no purchase, like I was trying to stand on oil, and I simply slipped under the surface. When I tried to rise out of the water I couldn’t see, and only had a brief moment of wild arm-waving before I just slipped back under again.
I was drowning, unable to stand and unable to swim, and yet still I wanted to save my phone. Even as I felt myself biting for breath, even though I knew I would soon die, all I could think about was my sister finding out, the shame of it all, or my sister never finding out as I became lost to Grace and Danny. The slipping, the drowning, my potential doom was sad and frustrating, but not because I was about to die, but because I was about to die like this. It felt like I was facing my own oblivion, or at the very least becoming my family’s immortal shame.
The horror of the situation swelled over me, my hands finally coming to stop. It was only a brief second, but suddenly I felt completely cut off from the world, an object now belonging to these two ladies. On the next moment I felt Grace’s soft but firm embrace, as she joined me in the bath, and raised me from beneath the liquid.
“Easy, easy, you dork!” Was the first word I heard. I was still blinded by the liquid, but I knew it was grace, and I knew I was - once again - cradled in her arms. “You nearly splashed your own phone!”
When my eyesight recovered Danny was cleaning my phone off as she entered the water. It turns out it was so shallow it barely reached her cock.
“The trick is to not panic, take it slow, and wait until each foot has settled on the floor before you move the next.” Dany said, demonstrating it as she spoke. “See? Look. Easy.”
Grace looked down at me, pushing my hair from my face. She was amused by my startled state, and she was looking after me, but I sensed that part of her was looking at me with second thoughts. Still, I felt enclosed by her firm softness, feeling her wet skin pressed up against mine, that all came to an end, when she released me without warning, dropping me into the water.
There was a brief panic, but I quickly rose to my feet. I found my footing after a few tentative steps, and the two girls met my victorious smile with slightly mocking applause.
“Yeah, yeah. Hah ha. So what comes next?” I grumbled.
“We call your sister and suck your cock off. Literally.”
I paused for a moment, standing alone in the centre of the pond. The two girls were on an underwater step, in one of the corners, their naked bodies half-lazing into one another, the water lapping at their breasts. It was like they didn’t even care how sexy they looked, their faces firmly fixed on mine, mocking grins still attached.
“Can I make a request?” I bleated.
“The terms are already set.” Grace replied, putting an arm over her partner, taking the phone off her. “Slaves don't get to choose…”
“I know, I know. I just…” I bit my lip, breathing in deep and closing my eyes. “I just don’t want my sister to be part of this…”
“She won’t be.”
“No I mean…” By this point I was starting to get red, unable even to face in their direction.
“Are you ashamed of us?” Danny chuckled.
“I just met you,” I retorted, whipping my gaze onto her. “And how can I be ashamed of you both? You alone are like the sexiest thing... erm, or man? Er…”
I was trying to not look at her cock, looking away all red.
“Woman. I’m just a woman with a cock. I’m not even a trans woman.”
I sighed again, pausing for a moment, recollecting my thoughts.
“Look. I’m new to this. I’m new to all of this. I entered this clinic because I was depressed and I had little else to do and now I’m a slave for a week. I’ve never even done anal and now I am about to be turned into a, erm…”
“Big tiddy mom slave.”
“Right.” I paused again, the reality of my situation once again washing over me. The thought of who I was going to become, and the thought of losing my old identity terrified me, but my throbbing cock was up for it at least. “I mean, I still want it, I just don’t want my sister to be involved. Baby steps.”
The girls exchanged a look, Danny’s smile meeting Grace’s frown. After only a second they stood up, phone in hand, walking over to me.
I tried to ask what they were doing, but in a flash of limbs they had both tripped me up and put me against the wall, floating me on the surface of the liquid with my phone resting on my chest. They grabbed a hold of a leg each, thrusting my cock into the air and resting their faces on my inner thigh. I felt their breath against my cock, as they began to chuckle.
“We know your top five contacts,” Grace said, “give any one of them a call, but tell them what is about to happen. No lying. You can never lie to us again.”
“Or misgender us,” Danny chided, “or anyone else for that matter. If you ever call any becocked woman a man again I can and will replace your mouth with a vagina.”
I made an apologetic face as I flipped my contacts open.