It just isn’t Dr. Carlton’s day! The former bimbo doctor has lost everything…well, okay, not *everything*, but more than enough to make him question his manhood! Will he be able to escape the sinister clutches of Noriko’s bimbofication badassery? Will he finally surrender his manhood entirely? Will he be made into a pretty-and-perfect parody of a 1950’s housewife? The answers are all in the very next chapter of DON’T SWAP ME!
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The television had just winked on with its first instruction of the day. 69 glanced at the TV and sighed. Truth be told, he was absolutely famished. Yesterday had been nothing but rote memorization, yet 69 felt strangely exhausted — and almost half-starved.
He knelt down on the ground and padded gently to the edge of the pet bowl. It smelled wonderful…perhaps too wonderful. It was one thing to be subjected to a series of base humiliations…it was quite another to find oneself enjoying them.
69 took a deep breath. They were watching his movements — and they demanded nothing less than absolute obedience. And so, like a docile but hungry animal, he began to eat.
It was done too quickly. He’d made short work of the cake. This one had been slightly different than the one the day before, with some sort of salty bitterness mixed in with the decorative icing that covered it, inch-thick. It was a taste that was difficult to identify…while it seemed slightly familiar, 69 was unable to put his finger on exactly what the inscrutably delicious flavor was.
Just as he was licking the last morsels of cream from the shiny plastic of the dish, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps. Noriko! ________________
WARNING! This 5500+ word gender swap transformation story contains graphic depictions of gender flipping, erotic sissification, body play and mind control instruction, bondage, BDSM, domination and submission fantasies, and fetishistic flattery. Not for the easily disturbed, easily worried, or those who just can’t handle sexiness! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.