James was lost in a featureless void, that stretched to eternity. "Welcome to being a stranger in a strange land..." The voice came from nowhere, taunting him.
"Ms. Martinez..." he called out, but no words emerged. The void started to develop some details, blurry at first then springing into focus.
James felt the warmth of the Sun on his back, and flipping over, sat up.
Immediately, he could tell things were very different. His whole body felt just wrong! Facing the Sun, James raised an arm to shield his eyes from the Sun. Shock kept him silent, as James took in the breasts she now possessed. Her hands snapping to blindly exploring her body. James could only confirm what she saw, no trace of his old familiar body remained. No trace of masculinity bothered her crotch, too smooth and subtle. The garish yellow bikini bottom was too tight to hide anything.
"Have fun, Janie..." Ms. Martinez's voice echoing inside her head.
Janie jumped to her feet, feeling them shift beneath her. She was on a beach, and standing on a wrinkled towel. Around her, she saw that she was dressed much like the others. She wavered, as she stood. Janie felt very different standing there. The heft of her ass, and the different centre of balance were constant reminders of her new sex.
"Ipanema Beach.... Cadela!..."
Janie knew she was alone, and abandoned even by her torturer. Walking the beach, she was forced into a hip-swaying sashay. Her hips doubtless the widest on the beach, drew every male gaze. Blushing furiously, Janie knew every eye was on her ass.
The language was a barrier, as she knew it was Portuguese, but her grasp of the language was tenuous at best. Ms. Martinez certainly knew how to punish and humiliate her.
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