Waking up you feel a dizzy spell wash over you, and then wash away. Your alarm is going off and you know in your heart of hearts you have no intention of stopping it, but involuntarily your hand lunges out and slaps it off. You shrug off this reflex as force of habit, and prepare yourself for a nice long lie in, but for some reason your body begins to roll over and get out of bed. You have a vague flashback of reading some weird stuff on some website, but you can't quite put your finger on how or why this is relevent, and then it comes back to you in waves. CYOC's alterior motive. The breasts. The confusion. The severe lack of a penis. You remember the transformation and the claims that you read. Your mind had been laughing, but your body...your body responded exactly as they had claimed it would. The words, "Prisoner," spring to mind as your brand new body gets out of bed and heads for the shower. You feel your legs moving. Indeed, you are willing them to move as you would normally, but there is no intention there. Your body is acting completely out of your control.
You tell yourself to stop walking, but already you have moved into the bathroom to get a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is bleached blonde and your face looks like a living cum-shot, and you smile at yourself.
"You're so hot, babe. You're getting some tonight," your body coos at it's own reflection.
It finally dawns on you as you slip out of your nightie that this is not an elaborate hoax, it's not some kind of well-written fantasy, and it's definitely not a joke. You are captive to Candy. You are her passenger. What she does, you do, what she wants, you have to admit defeat to wanting. And now she is stepping into the shower.
As the water strikes your chest you realise for the first time the sensitivity to sensation. Candy's hands go to work on cleansing your body and you sit dormant, feeling her hands wiping clean her arms and legs. You feel her hands slipping seductively about her midriff and her back. You question from the comfort of your cell the way she is arousing herself, simply by showering. Then you have another wake up call as she begins to gently rub soap suds onto her breasts. You feel seductive moans escaping your lips and pleasure begins to coarse through you. All the while you have no idea whether to laugh or cry, but neither option is available to you because all this body wants to do is get itself off. As one hand lingers about the nipples the other moves southwards and begins to tease the nub of your new clitorus, and by now both minds are gasping for more. The part of you that still wants to be in control of this body is still trying, in spite of the orgasmic sensations, to regain some sort of command of motor functions, but the locked away part of your mind that knows better has already given up.
Candy is merciless, still pleasuring herself as the water cascades over her body, and as the pressure begins to build, and the orgasm creeps ever closer, in this moment of nigh-perfection, the phone rings.
Candy stops and turns the shower off. Your mind demands that she continue, but her will is law, and she's turning off the shower and rushing to the phone in a towel.
Answering it, a peculiarly familiar voice speaks.
"Candy? Candy, it's Hooters. What the hell time do you call this? You were supposed to be in work."
You want to hang up.
"Oh, gosh sir! I'm so...so sorry. I'll make it up to you anyway I can, I don't want you to think I'm a bad empoyee."
Your mind is rolling its eyes, but before you have time to catch your thoughts, before she's even put the phone down, her spare hand is caressing her chest. You wonder if this girl ever stops.
"Well, just get in as soon as you can..." says the manager, hanging up.
Candy goes back to work on herself, pleasuring both of you at once, and once again you find yourself getting caught up in the sensations, but for a second time the phone rings.
"Hello?" Candy almost moans down the line.
"Hello...Candy, is it? This is Angels And Demons, the strip club? You said you'd like to try out for us today?" asked the voice.
"Oh, yes, sir! I'd love to," Candy sighs.
"Excellent. Well, any time is fine by us. We look forward to seeing you." said the voice, before hanging up.
Candy, still stroking her moistening self, seemed to be pondering what to do. Your imprisoned brain wondered whether she had the capability to make a simple decision like this, but before you can insult your own new body too much, it makes a move.