Esmerelda - who had once been a 16 year old boy named Kyle and was now a vulgar Mexican stripper and hooker - smiled at him, not understanding exactly what he wanted...but she was now Dewight's fantasy girl...and she knew his wants and desires.
"Dare." said Dewight, hoping that he'd picked the right one.
Esmerelda wanted this gringo boy to be hers...to be her man forever...so...
"I dare ju to be in love wit me forever. To be my man...an' my husban'..." she moaned, as she rode her mans cock
And Dewight knew...he'd never want anything else. His parents would threaten and curse, saying they'd kick him out of the house...but it wouldn't matter. He was 16...old enough to marry in this state...and that's what he intended to do. He wanted to call this huge-breasted Mexican slut his wife...and nobody else mattered to him. Nobody at all. He suddenly didn't miss Kyle in the least bit, and even if he could...he'd rather have Esmerelda. It wasn't just the lust of a boy for his fantasy girl. It was love, pure and simple.
"I...I love you, Esmerelda..." Dewight groaned, as he finally came, filling Esmerelda with the first honest spunk of his life. She leaned down and kissed him, slipping her tongue in like he'd always seen woman in movies do.
"I luv you too, papacito. Ess ju my man?"
Jennifer was wondering what was going on. It sounded like it might be sex, and she smiled as she tried to guess what sort of woman Kyle had become. But there was a lot of whispering and moaning going on as well...
"Hey, Dewight...what's going on, huh? Are you and Kyle fucking or something..."
Then..she thought of something...something she'd forgotten about...
"Transform or dare, you bitch! Transform or dare!"
Jennifer...