A million thoughts ran though Jesse's mind.
These are mine; I can whatever I want and watch myself do them. So many things I've wanted to see a girl do and now I can
Jesse wanted to explore this new body. He felt conflicting sensations; fear over what was to become of him, arousal over his new assets and uncertainty over what this all meant.
Now I don't need girls at all anymore, I can be with a girl anytime I want!
Jesse ran his right index from under his breasts all the way down to his crotch, stopping just short of the female anatomy that now resided between his legs. He found himself hesitating; was this wrong?
A voice in his mind; not in a literal sense but in the sense that he was remembering warnings to hold back and delay gratification. Jesse was certain said voice was his parents.
Dammit, just for a few minutes! I'm not hurting anyone. Why can't you let me enjoy this?
Shaking his head, Jesse closed his eyes and tried to get the mood back. Unfortunately, he just coulden't stop his mind from wandering. Sighing, Jesse opened his eyes and walked over to the dress. No way I'm wearing this thing.
"I have to find Josh and figure out what's going on!"
Jesse looked down at his body, assuming he believes it's me!
As Jesse turned toward the door, he heard someone knock on it.
"Josh," Jesse asked.
"No miss, I'm not your friend; he's settled in the stables right now. I hope you're dressed as it's time to get to work." It was the voice of a man.
A shiver went through Jesse's body; could that donkey have been Josh? Jesse watched as the man started opening the door, apparently not caring at all for his privacy. The man walked in, looked right at Jesse and looked him over.
"I suggest you get dressed; you have work to do," the man said.
"Merde," Jesse muttered to himself.
The man crossed his arms and stood thise. "I'm waiting."
Fear led Jesse into survival mode. Who was this man to tell him what to do? What had he done to Josh? Who the hell was this guy to just barge in on his like this? Jesse eyed the man's uniform, it would be a little big for his but he needed something to wear. he saw the man had a prod on a holster on his belt. Jesse acted purely on instinct.
Like a wild cat, Jesse leapt at the man as he did his best to ignore the jiggling he felt on his chest. This man was trying to enslave his and he'd done who knew what to Josh. If he'd really turned Josh into a donkey, Jesse knew the man would pay.
"What the fuck?" the man yelled as Jesse struck his face repeatedly. In an almost panic, the man (who most likely didn't expect resistance or have any backup) what a stupid fuck backhanded Jesse, sending his sprawling to the ground. Adrenaline pushed the pain aside as he saw him unholster his prod and advance on his.
"Stupid bitch! You want to play it that way, then you can join your jackass friend and me and my friends will watch you two fuck each othis silly!"
Jesse dashed for the chair and grabbed the uniform before hurling it at the man, covering his head and causing him to drop the prod. At this point, he was concerned enough with getting away that he didn't care what he had to do. With a mad dash, he grabbed the prod, jabbed it at the man's chest and depressed the trigger. With a yelp, the man fell to the ground unconscious.
"Now who's za stupid fuck," Jesse said. He shook his head in response to the accent.
Working quickly, Jesse undressed the man and dressed himself in the man's uniform. It was loose on him but it would do for now. Now, Jesse faced the question of what she would do next.