Blaine let out a high pitched piercing scream as he stared at the
place between his legs which had formerly held his manhood. Now he
stared at a leaking camel toe. He was a woman!
"Ah, there you are, honey," Malcolm said with an evil laugh. He was
wearing his own clothes. "My don't you look nice. Positively,
ravishing!"
"What? You did this to me!" Blaine accused in a cute feminine voice
waggling an accusatory slender finger with a shiny painted red
fingernail. Blaine's jaw hung open as he stared at his hand and then
up at Malcolm. Blaine now realized he had shrunk to only 5 feet in
addition to becoming female.
"Oh, yeah, Blaine. You're my perfect woman. Maybe a bit shorter than
I wanted, but then the spell was designed to make your new pussy a
perfect fit for my cock. Once we have sex, you'll be totally
satisfied, and no other guy or gal will be able to satify you the way
my cock does. I'll totally own you."
"What makes you think I'll let you have sex with me?" growled Blaine.
"Oh, is that what Stacy said to you? Or was it Jill? Or Vicki?"
Malcolm asked, "You've got a stack of date rape charges pending, don't
you? People will chalk up your disappearance to that. As for
resisting? Well, you can try, but you're in heat, and I'm horny and
outweigh you by a good 30 lbs. So this should be fun!"
Blaine swallowed and took a step backward. "I'll scream!"
"You already did. In this empty old building, no one except me can
hear your screams, Blaine. Blaine? Nah, Blaine's a guy's name, and
you're most definitely a bitch. My bitch. I suppose I could name you
Wanda or Belinda or Suzie or whatever, but I'll see what names get
called out while I'm pounding your pussy, bitch, and pick one of
those."
"In your dreams!"
"Well, Blaine, this is my dream. Tough jock is now soft pussy. Haha!"