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Stories about powerful men/boys being manipulated and bullied into becoming sexy women.
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Chapter #4

Popular Biker Bar

    by: Mr. George Author IconMail Icon
Crashing through the door, you call out, "Beers, and keep 'em coming." Snatching a nearby barmaid around the waist. You whirl her around, keeping a tight grip on her wrist she has to follow. Collapsing into a seat, you pull her down. She collapses into your lap where you plant your head in her cleavage and motorboat her.

As the others join you, you look up from her flushing cleavage to her equally flustered and red face. The place is redecorated, no longer the bar you expected.

"Leave my staff alone." A woman warns, emerging from the kitchen. Her fists planted on her hips. A little stunned, you allow the barmaid to wriggle free.

"We're the hellhounds. What the Fuck happened here?" you demand in an outraged tone.

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Though she's half a foot shorter than you, and probably half your weight, she keeps her calm. "I've bought the old, rundown place, and I don't like bullies and you can take your business elsewhere."

Doc barks a harsh laugh, "We've been riding for hours. We need beers. We're here!" His 'logic' refusing to bend.

She pushes her sleeves up, and approaches you. "Don't say I didn't warn you. You can't say I didn't give you a chance to leave." she says with a sad shake of her head.

Standing in the middle of you. She's not fazed in the least, it's oddly unsettling. "You're the leader?" she asks.

"Yeah! We're just here for beer!" you answer. Your tone defiant.

"You're the leader of the Hellcats?"

Throwing your head back, you correct her, "Hellhounds!" your voice filling the bar. Looking every inch as if you're ready to howl at the moon.

"No." she answers in a quiet assured voice.

The next moment, you lower your head. With a quiet determination, she taps each of you once in the centre of the chest. Not softly, but not painfully either.

"Hellcats." she says, and without any fanfare. There's a woman standing where Doc stood.

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Doc no more

Eyes wide, she look horrified. Hands roaming over her new body. Cautiously squeezing her new curves confirming their dread reality.

"Hellcats."

Wild Bill vanishises, another shocked women standing rooted to the same spot.

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Wild Bill no more

"Hellcats."

Doc's girlfriend isn't spared, only the fear on her face remains. As she too is transfigured into a voluptuous biker chick.

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"Hellcats."

Crazy Bill is thrashing on the spot. His feet refusing to comply to allow him to run away.

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Crazy Bill no more

Only you remain, "I'll leave it to the girls, to decide your fate, knowing you're responsible for theirs." she caressed you still masculine chin.

"Either." she snapped her fingers.

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"Madwe Dios." you curse in thick Spanish with an incredible lisp.

"Or this." she snaps her fingers again.

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Your shoulders instantly start to ache. "Hija de Puta! Mis tetas! Mi culo!"

A nail polished hand slapping across your mouth, as the words emerge. The fury in the guys... the former guys faces is crystal clear. You are to blame. Swallowing nervously, you realise it's more of a struggle to understand what she's saying. Blinking back the tears, afraid to show any further weakness, you recognise the language is English... But, it's no longer your first language.
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