This choice: An Eventful Night at the Brothel • Go Back... I was back at my apartment, minding my own business, when I got the itch; and if you're a bachelor in your twenties, you know what I mean. While I'm sure most guys in my situation would go to the nearest bar, I had a more risqué plan. I lived near Toon Settlement #13, also known as Toon Heights by the locals. There was a Red-Light District in that settlement, similar to those found in many foreign cities, and that's where I liked to go for sex.
I understand it's risky, especially since the injections you were given upon entry were only 50% effective. But I told myself that it had kept me safe the previous seven times I had gone there. My roommate, on the other hand, became a cross between Cinderella and Belle after contracting the so-called Disney Princess variant of the virus. He, now she, had a flock of tiny birds following her around, their sole purpose being to hang up the clothes she discarded.
Her parents, like mine, were ultraconservative, so she had no choice but to work at the brothel. Her OnlyToons page was exploding, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm one of her most ardent fans. In her videos, she typically wore very revealing clothing, but she would occasionally appear wearing the kind of ball gown you'd expect a Disney Princess to wear.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I was turned on by seeing my friend like this.
Today was obviously a big day for her, as the brothel owner, one of those anthropomorphized wolves from the Merrie Melodies cartoons, decided to promote her to the big leagues, making her available for one-hour private sessions. I'd made my reservation a few days before without informing her.
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I sat on the bed in the private room, casually scratching the spot where another anthropomorphized wolf employee had injected me with the serum. I didn't let the fact that it hadn't itched any of the other times I'd come here bother me too much.
I didn't have to wait long before the door opened and my friend entered, radiant in her flowing blue gown. "I am the fair Princess Annabelle; who is the brave prince who has come to free me from the clutches of this hideous beast?" When she saw me on the bed, her face fell and her tone changed. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I would think the answer to that was obvious," I said, a smug grin on my face.
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here; I wouldn't sleep with you even if you were the last man on Earth."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She had every right to be angry, but I was horny and needed sex. "But don't deny that you want this just as much as I do."
For a brief moment, she appeared conflicted before sighing and saying, "Very well, brave prince. Let this be a night you will never forget.”
With that, Princess Annabelle removed her gown, and her flock of birds flew it over to the hook. I was about to put in a condom when she grabbed it from my grasp and said, "Sorry; no condoms allowed. They sound like two balloons rubbing together when they are inside of me." Looking at me, she added, "Besides; I'm not at risk of you getting me pregnant, and you took the injection."
I didn't agree with not using a condom, but I wasn't going to argue. The bed became cartoonish as soon as she lay in it. As I climbed on top of her, I exclaimed, "I never thought I'd be having sex with you, dude; or that you'd be so attractive underneath all those clothes."
"Would you please stop talking? That serum is only guaranteed to work for 45 minutes before losing its effectiveness."
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After having sex twice in 20 minutes, the two of us were lying in bed together. We would have probably stayed there if there hadn't been a sudden commotion in the halls outside. We rushed to the door just as EMTs in Hazmat were pushing a cartoonized gurney down the hall, with a middle-aged man on it in the process of transforming into something akin to Goofy.
“He's cute,” Princess Annabelle said. “I wouldn't mind having a roll in the hay with him.”
"Get in line," I said, in an uncharacteristically sultry tone.
“Dude, are you alright?” Annabelle asked after a brief moment of startled silence.
“I think so,” I said in the same sexy tone. “What’s going on?” I asked, clearing my voice. “How come I can’t stop talking like this?”
“I think you have more pressing matters, dude,” Annabelle replied as she dashed inside to get a mirror. She handed it to me and said, “Your body’s starting to change.”
Looking in the mirror, I realized she was correct; my eyes and the majority of my face appeared to be painted on. My previously brown buzz cut was gradually turning into a mass of platinum blonde hair.
“What’s wrong with me?” I inquired in a frenzy.
One of the EMTs approached me and stated, “It appears that you have contracted the virus, ma’am.”
Looking at the man, batting my now painted on eyelashes, I said, “There’s no need to call me ma’am; I’m young enough to rock your world, big boy.”
Everything above my neck as been transformed into a cartoonish gorgeous woman by this time. I was going to add something more when I suddenly sneezed, causing a pair of D cups to grow from my chest.
The EMT grabbed my arm and said, “Come with me, ma’am.”
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