"You wanna be more of a freak right?" Kyle asked. Jennifer could barely speak, just making animalistic noises that Kyle took for yes. "Okay then. Head down to the south side, you know, where the bathhouse is. But first....we need to make sure you won't be stopped. Transform or Dare?"
Jennifer moaned in orgasm as she managed, "uhhhnnTRANSform."
"For your transformation, you'll get your first tattoo. On your forehead in big print will be the word FUCKTOY. People who see it will not be able to punish you for lewd acts, but that doesn't stop any other emotions or actions."
Jennifer stared in the mirror, mesmerized as the word FUCKTOY showed up, the O a detailed tattoo of a gaping pussy leaking cum. She felt high, like she was on hard drugs. Her system was so stimulated that it was starting to actually make it hard to breathe and think normally.
"Thanks Kyle....Shit, is there anything I can do for you? I just....I never thought I could feel anything like this." Her speech alternated between breathless and forced.
"Just make sure you use your phone so I can see everything..."
"I will, starting now." Jennifer snapped a pic in the mirror of her current form. She still looked mostly like the perky cheerleader she had been yesterday, but her short skirt was pushed aside by her still-erect cock. Her obscene tattoo looked fake, so clearly out of place on her. "I gotta go Kyle...If there's ever anything you need, please tell me."
She looked at her thong on the floor. The thought of putting it back on didn't even occur to her. Instead, she opened the door to her room and left.