This choice: The world swirls around you, placing you in a new situation. • Go Back...Chapter #4The world swirls around you... by: Mr. George   You find yourself in murky half-darkness, Babs' changes a little further forward. Your tie is now a memory, and your sleeves are different, as they brush against your upper arm. The material is softer and lighter. The tickle of hair half-way down your spine tells there have also been physical changes too.
The room lightens until you can make out that you're in a cinema. Feeling visible and vulnerable, you duck down, hiding from any roving eyes. This bares your ass as the short, slinky skirt is pushed up and away, by the fullness of your rump and thighs.
A furtive glance over your shoulders has you cursing the size of your ass in a low, growling whisper.
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"Only a girl for a few minutes, and you're already worried about the size of your ass. That's sweet." Babs' voice echoes inside your head.
"We're going to play a little game now, called 'Back seat of the theatre', and in a few minutes you'll meet your team mate. You can call him Mike."
"Fuck you." you snarl, although there's an undercurrent of a feminine growl, that sounds more sexual than angry.
"Oh... Don't be that way, Michaela." she cautions, "You'll like him, he likes the same things you liked in your women." Her voice flinty, hard and unforgiving.
"He's in the toilet just now, but he'll soon join you, and he's looking for fun." Her humour returns, harsh and cruel.
"You'll put up with everything he does and says, everything you've done and said. Oh, and here's the game part, if you resist, you'll be punished."
Babs flashed a picture into your mind. Yourself still in this body, but with an arse wide enough for a horse.
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As the image vanishes, you reach down to confirm your hips aren't that wide, that your ass isn't that full. You breathe a sigh of relief, that it's not reality... yet. But as your fingers brush over your suspenders, your confidence takes a dive.
"Micheala." Turning your head towards the voice. The movement catches his attention. A groan escapes your lips, as you see Mike. It's clear Babs has based him on your original body. Not wanting to appear undignified on the floor. You consider staying there, then you realise what joke you'd crack. How you'd take a woman kneeling in front of her man. A sickly salty swallow as you gulp down the bile you feel rising.
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