Jack drained the hose, and as he finished at the urinal, and ethereal voice chuckled, from all around him, "I hope you enjoyed your last time."
More scared than he was willing to admit, Jack bounced off the door in his hurry to escape. His head cracking loudly against the woodwork. It was a work of moments, to grab the handle and charge back out into the corridor.
As Jack crossed the threshold, he was hit by a dizzy spell. Stumbling, he came to a stop, resting one hand against the wall, he slowed his breathing, and concentrated on keeping on his feet. The world felt like it was spinning madly beyond his screwed shut eyes.
Finally, as the whirling world settled back, and he felt his balance return, Jack opened his eyes. His vision was filled with a beautiful cleavage. But, it was from his own chest. The sensation of wrongness returned with vengeance, his deep rasping breaths making that bust rise and fall, in time.
Desperate for fresh air, he charged through a side door, ignoring the sensation of her bust dancing with the racing pace. Leaning over the low balcony, her hands resting on a pool float, her nostrils filled with the sharp sting of Chlorine. Jack the Jock took a calming breath.
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His calm didn't return, nor his manhood. Each shuddering breath made him feel as if his bust was about to leap out the inadequate restraint, support of her top. Squeezing her eyes shut once more, she willed her titties to vanish, her lips moving in silent prayer.
But it was Ashley that saw this as an opportunity and seized it.
As Jack's eyes re-opened it was to an expanded cleavage, a heavier, more heaving bust pulling relentlessly at her shoulders.
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"No." the words coming from her lips, a plea as much as a hope. Soon, she was repeating the word, as if it were a mantra, a magic spell.
"No... No... No..." With each breathy denial, her accent shifted becoming slightly more foreign. Until it slipped entirely, shifting to Japanese.
"いいえ、いいえ、いいえ"
The words lost all coherence, as Jack suddenly heard herself, gasping realising she no longer recalled her name... It was a gaijin one, she was male... wasn't she?
The memory of masculinity, more a torment, than anything brought on by her abundant femininity. Ashley twisted the knife one last time.
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With Jack Carlisle banished, to the depths. Hitomi Honda found her excessively womanly body to be a burden, both emotionally and physically.
Straightening up, she knew it wasn't about to go away. Hitomi fought back the rising tears and went off to face the world. Deep inside, Jack was still screaming in horror, a voice Hitomi considered her own self-doubt, she tried to ignore whenever possible.
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