Sugarcane

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Why not?" she says innocently. "I've missed you soooo much! I've changed, honey! And I'm so, so sorry for what happened before. That was another life ago for me. I don't even know that person anymore!"\n\nThis was pretty hard for you to believe.\n\n"Please, forgive me! I need to see you! You're all I've been thinking about in here!"\n\n[[Accept her apology and change your mind]]\n\n[[Resist her plea]]

Your jaw drops as you approach the girl- it's definitely Alicia- but //wow//, she looks so different!\n\n<html><img src="aliciapark.jpg"></html>\n\n"Hey you," she says seductively as you approach her, "are you happy to see me??"\n\nYou can't believe how she looks. Slutty, sure, but //good//. REALLY good. You know she looked good before, but now... holy hell. Before you can manage a response, she continues to speak.\n\n"I've really missed you. I'd like to talk... about us. About being a couple again. Do you still want to see me??"\n\nYou know this is a bad idea. So why is this such a hard decision?\n\n[[I'm sorry... I just came to say goodbye]]\n\n[[Actually yes, yes I do]]\n

Jesus Christ! What the //hell!?//\n\n<html><img src="hell.jpg"></html>\n\nMassive breasts now sit prominently on your chest, hiding a part of or torso from view. Beyond them, past your stomach, a horrifying void rests between your legs. \n\n[[Get up]]\n\n[[Try to wake yourself up]]\n\n\n

Cautiously you roll out of bed, your new giant breasts jiggling every way imaginable as they pull themselves down from your chest. How could this be //happening??// How could any of this be //real??//\n\nAcross the room hangs your closet door-mounted mirror. Oh God, you don't want to look. But you //have// to. \n\n[[Approach the mirror]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Oh, come on! It's a Sunday afternoon! I //know// you're free. You always were. Come on, meet up with me! I just want to see you!"\n\nIt was true, she knew you well. You //were// free. And you know full well that if you don't see her, she very well could end up knocking on your door in fifteen minutes. And //that// might turn into something ugly. What could be the harm in humoring her? \n\nYou realize you could tell her that you were going out of town on business for... a month? Two? Whatever, lying would be the easy part. This wouldn't take long- just see, say whatever, and then leave. \n\n[[Okay, sure, I'm free]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"I knew it!" Alicia beams. "Where do you want to meet up? I can meet you at your place!"\n\nThe two of you alone at your house sends an unpleasant memory through your mind- you know it's probably not a good idea to see her in the privacy of your own home //just// as she's released from a psychiatric institution. Somewhere public would be... safer.\n\nBut where? You know Bedford Park gets a lot of foot traffic, that would probably be a safe call. And then there's the Tillman House, a historical site with lots of tours this time of year. Either one seems good to you.\n\n[[Wanna meet in Bedford Park?]]\n\n[[Wanna meet at the tennis courts?]]

<html><img src="park.jpg"></html>\n\nAs you pull up to the park, you're cellphone begins to ring. Unsurprisingly, you see that it's Alicia again. What is it now? You reach for your phone.\n\n"Hey! I just wanted to let you know that I'm over by the soccer field. See you soon!" \n\nBefore you can respond, she hangs up. Damn it! The "soccer field" she speaks of hasn't been one in five years- they meant to move it across the park but never did- now it's just an overgrown waste of space. And more importantly, no one is //ever// over there. What's the point of doing this in public if nobody's going to be around??\n\nIrritated, you find a parking space close by. You can see someone standing by a tree in the distance- it's the only person around. It has to be her.\n\n[[Get out and approach her]]\n\n

Helplessly, your eyes drift downward, hoping desperately to have misseen what you previously saw while still lying on your bed...\n\n<html><img src="mirror2.jpg"></html>\n\nNo... //NO//, it //can't be//! It's GONE! Your manhood- it's fucking //GONE//!! Unable to control yourself, your left hand slips down your back and around your ass, praying that it had been.. //pushed//.. back somehow... but no. As you slide your hand down and forward through your legs, all you can feel are the two soft lips of a //vagina// sitting squarely between your- \n\n-Oh //JESUS!//\n\nA shock of sensation shoots through body, covering it in goosebumps. Holy //shit//... it's so damn //sensitive!//\n\nHow the fuck did this happen!? Who... that's when you remember the last thing you saw- it was //Alicia//. Sitting there, smiling, as you were gasping for air. Did... did that crazy bitch somehow do //THIS// to you!??\n\n[[Look for something to put on]]\n\n[[Search the house for clues]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Beford Park? That sounds //perfect//. I'll be there in an hour. I'll see you then! I can't //wait!//"\n\nThis was certainly going to be interesting. You have no idea what you're going to say to her- or what //she'll// say, for that matter. You know it probably isn't wise to mess around with this girl again, but what harm could one more meet up do? Maybe afterwards you'll be able to get her out of your hair for good.\n\n[[Get ready and head over to Bedford Park]]

With a reluctant pause, you accept the incoming call, having no idea what in the hell to say.\n\n<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Hello? Are you there??" she asks, her a voice a bizarre mixture of anxious and enthusiastic.\n\n[[Yeah, it's me.]]\n\n[[I don't think we should be talking.]]

<html><img src="news.jpg"></html>\n\n"And in other news this morning, Alicia Alvers, famed Alvers Real Estate heiress and diagnosed psychopath, has been released from the Thompkins Institute yesterday evening. Her two-year //rehabilitation// has delivered 'extremely successful' results, or so says her attending physician, doctor Christopher Kennedy.\n\nThough unavailable for comment, we're told that Alicia looks forward to once again being a 'positive and productive member of society.' Well, we certainly hope so, Alicia! Back to you, Ted."\n\nYou feel your arms and hands tense up. Alicia is out of the institution?? You thought for //sure// she would be in there for good. There's no way those quack doctors believe in a //full recovery//... God, how much did her people pay them to say that??\n\nThe end of your relationship was one you could //never// forget. She was bent on believing you had cheated on her- that there was another woman- even though there was never any evidence to suggest that you had. And then one night, there you were, being chased around your kitchen with a //carving knife//. And now you're supposed to believe she's a "positive and productive member of society"? Good lord.\n\nJust then, your cell phone begins to ring. Checking the caller ID, your heart leaps into your throat- it's //Alicia//.\n\n[[Answer the phone]]\n\n[[Ignore the call]]\n\n

<html><img src="think.jpg"></html>\n\nShe looks absolutely incredible- better than you could have imagined. Before you can find the words to tell her how she looks, she speaks again.\n\n"Did you find my bottle?" she asks rhetorically, seeing past you into the kitchen where two poured glasses sit. You nod your head, still unable to speak. "Well? Do you want to drink it or what?"\n\n[[Yeah!]]\n

Clothes can wait. Nobody is here to see your surgically mutated body. You need to call for help. You need to get the //police// involved. Somebody needs to help you get to the bottom of this nightmare. ...Where did you leave your phone? \n\nDid you see it next to your bed??\n\n[[Go back to your phone]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"I'm so happy you understand... that's what I loved about you! I know you never cheated on me... God, I feel so horrible about all that! You could //never// do that to somebody! But I still need to see you. What are you doing? I'm close by! Can you meet up??"\n\n[[Admit you're available]]\n\n[[Blow her off]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"The tennis courts? That sounds //perfect//. I'll be there in an hour. I'll see you then! I can't //wait!//"\n\nThis was certainly going to be interesting. You have no idea what you're going to say to her- or what //she'll// say, for that matter. You know it probably isn't wise to mess around with this girl again, but what harm could one more meet up do? Maybe afterwards you'll be able to get her out of your hair for good.\n\n[[Get ready and head over to the tennis courts]]\n

With that, the message was over, leaving you standing there in your new female body with tears in your eyes. How were you going to get her for what she had done to you? She didn't even identify herself in the message! \n\nThen the walls begin to cave in. Oh God- what do you tell the police?? Your //family??// That you were the victim of a sex change operation by your millionaire ex-girlfriend, with no memory of the process or a way to //prove// it??\n\nWith your heart rate picking up again, you stare back at the mirror hanging from your closet, now bent in your direction. With that, everything comes to a stop.\n\n<html><img src="newme.jpg"></html>\n\nWith a terrifying moment of clarity, it dawns on you- none of it matters. No matter what happens, this woman... this stranger... is //you// now- and probably for the rest of your life. No amount of justice could undo that. Alicia had already won. And you //knew// it.\n\n\nTHE END..?\n\n\n

Desperate to kill time, you decide to wait in the kitchen for her to come down. Why she doesn't call you //up// is peculiar, but you know this is a very peculiar girl. Who knows what she wants to get into!\n\nYou pace around your kitchen table, wondering if you should make a few drinks. She always //did// like to get boozed up before sex- she said it made it 'so much better'. You couldn't really disagree. \n\nYou go over to your liqour collection when you notice a small bottle sitting out in front- a moscato or something. She must have brought it exactly for this purpose. You uncork the bottle and pour two glasses.\n\nJust as you set the bottle back down, you hear from the next room, "Hey! Where'd you go? I'm ready for you..."\n\n[[Following the sound of her voice, you step in to the living room]]\n

<html><img src="parkglad.jpg"></html>\n\n"To break up!" she agrees enthusiastically. "Okay, I just need to grab something from my car and I'll be right back! We can go together! I'll meet you at your car!"\n\nTogether? Why wouldn't she just drive herself? But before you could ask she had skipped off. Maybe she wanted to give you a little //road action//? Who knows. Who //cares//. You're about to get laid.\n\n[[Meet her at your car]]

<html><img src="tennisglad.jpg"></html>\n\n"I knew it!" Alicia says. "I //knew// you felt the same way!"\n\nYou don't know whether you really do or not- all you know is that the next several hours might be //very// good for you.\n\n"I want to celebrate... I'm thinking... back to your place? Then maybe out to dinner?"\n\nThank God she said 'your place' first. Food was the last thing on your mind- and besides, this might be all over by then.\n\n[[My place sounds great]]\n\n

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"You're breaking my heart! I //need// to see you! I mean, I still know where you live, I could just come to you!"\n\nUh oh. That was something you did //not// want to have happen. If she really was just as insane as she used to be, she would probably be knocking on your door in fifteen minutes. You really didn't want any more trouble.\n\nWeighing your options, you'd much rather meet her in public than here at your home- that way, nothing could... 'happen'. It was the safest and best option you had. But where could you meet? Bedford park had a lot of foot traffic, that wasn't a bad choice. Then there was the Tillman House, a historic site with lots of tours. Both seemed pretty good to you.\n\n[[Wanna meet in Bedford Park?]]\n\n[[Wanna meet at the tennis courts?]]

You watch as Alicia seductively walks to the kitchen, unable to keep your eyes off of her ass, and hear her procure two wine glasses from your cupboard. She then walks back to you, bottle in one hand, glasses crossed in the other, and sits down across from you.\n\nYou're silent as you watch her pour both glasses, handing one to you. \n\n"Cheers," she says, and raises the glass to her mouth.\n\n<html><img src="cheers.jpg"></html>\n\nYou raise yours as well, drinking nearly half the glass in anticipation. Enough of this stuff- you want to get down to it!\n\nWait a minute- is she faking it? You notice that she merely holds the glass tilted, never actually taking a sip. Why would she...\n\nOh God, you don't feel so good. Your heart begins to pound again as your limbs start to go numb. Jesus, what was in that stuff??\n\n[[Go on]]\n

<html><img src="hell.jpg"></html>\n\nThis... this can't be real. This is a dream. Did you dream the whole thing? Did Alicia ever even //call//? \n\nYou pinch yourself repeatedly, but your reality does not change. You are still lying there, naked, attached to the body of a //woman//. Your heart begins to pound. What the //fuck// is going on??\n\n[[Get up]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Hey! Oh my God, I'm so happy you answered! I have so much I need to talk to you about. First of all, I'm sooo sorry for what happened way back then. I had no right to accuse you of anything. I feel so much better now- so much clearer. And then I realized... I need to see you."\n\n[[I guess that would be okay]]\n\n[[I don't think that's such a good idea]]

<html><img src="parkglad.jpg"></html>\n\n"Great!" she responds. "I'll ride with you! I just need to get something out of my car."\n\nJesus, she wants to ride with you too? Do you think she's planning a little //road action//? Who cares!\n\n[[Meet her at your car]]

Your jaw drops as you approach the girl- it's definitely Alicia- but good //God//, she looks so... different!\n\n<html><img src="aliciatennis.jpg"></html>\n\n"Hey you," she says seductively as you approach her, "are you happy to see me??"\n\nYou can't believe how she looks. Slutty, yes, but //good//. REALLY good. You know she looked good before, but now... holy hell. Before you can manage a response, she continues to speak.\n\n"I've really missed you. I'd like to talk... about us. About being a couple again. Do you still want to see me??"\n\nYou know this is a bad idea. So why is this such a hard decision?\n\n[[I'm sorry, I just came to say goodbye]]\n\n[[Actually yes... yes I do]]\n\n

...\n\nSuddenly, you're conscious again. What the hell happened? How long were you out?? Why do you feel so cold? Did she move you somewhere? \n\nYour eyes are still closed.\n\n[[Open your eyes]]

Returning to the side of the bed, you discover that your phone is not the phone sitting on your bedstand- this one appears to be a cheap pay-per-use, not the smartphone you had recently bought. Upon turning it on, you notice the current date in surprise: October 19th??? That's... three //months// from now!? How long were you out??\n\nOnly 1 unheard voicemail appears on the phone's menu, left only yesterday. The caller ID labels the caller as "unknown". But you know who it is. \n\n<html><img src="unknown.jpg"></html>\n\nNervously, you hit 'play'.\n\n"... ... Good morning, sunshine!"\n\nIt's //her//. \n\n"... I hope you've gotten a good opportunity to discover what I've had done to you. Do you like it?? I hope you do... because it cost me a //fortune.//"\n\nThat insane cunt!! You //knew// it was her!!\n\n"... I guess I was never //sure// you weren't cheating on me, even though you //said// otherwise. And I couldn't wait to get out of that institution so I could help you make //sure// you never //would.//\n\nYou can't help it as tears of rage begin to form in your eyes.\n\n"... Money really //does// put you above the law, I guess. ...I never would have been able to have those surgeons turn you into the beautiful woman you are now without the resources I have now."\n\nShe had you kidnapped? //Operated// on!? Could this be evidence? A confession??\n\n"... We think you turned out //very// well. And thank God for that- because, as you probably know, the operation is //permanent.// You're going to be a woman for the rest of your life... so you can never hurt me or any other girl from now on. Any //straight// girl, that is, haha!"\n\nAt this you begin to cry. //Permanent//... you never even considered how you were going to return to normal... and now she's telling you you //CAN'T??//\n\n"... So enjoy the rest of your female life. I won't be seeing you again."\n\n[[Continue..]]\n\n

The Ex

<html><img src="parkmad.jpg"></html>\n\n"No, you can't!" Alicia cries. "I've waited so long for you... but, I understand. I hurt you and I can't ever fix it."\n\n//That pretty much sums it up//, you think.\n\n"...But we never //did// have breakup sex," she adds, staring at you from the corner of her eyes. "Do you... do you want to?"\n\nOh God. Yes, of course you did. But was that wise?? You know what "breakup sex" really means- not breaking up. But it would be crazy not to take advantage of it, wouldn't it? Free sex with an excuse to never see her again from something she said //herself//?? It was the perfect storm!\n\nOne last run. Then that would be it. You had an out. Sure she was crazy, but so what? You could always have her taken away again... like none of this ever happened.\n\n[[Okay, sure. One last run... to break up.]]

You return to the mirror to see how much of yourself has been hidden by the clothing:\n\n<html><img src="clothing.jpg"></html>\n\nBarely anything //at all.// Your hands clench into fists as you look at yourself- at what has been done to you. You look like a damn //whore//... and there isn't anything you can do right now to change it. Only now do you even //notice// the pearl stud affixed to your naval.\n\nThen you remember: //Alicia//. Where the hell is that bitch?? She //had// to have been behind what has been done to you. And she's going to //pay for this//. \n\nWait- what about your phone??\n\n[[Check your phone for answers]]\n\n

Unwilling to let Alicia know you're even remotely interested in speaking to her, you hit 'ignore' a second time. You breath a sigh of relief, knowing that she's getting the message.\n\nOr at least that's what you thought. Your cell lights up yet again, and her name appears on the screen. You know she's going to keep calling you until you answer- she always did //before//. Otherwise she might show up on your doorstep. Maybe answering the phone is actually the //wiser// decision.\n\n[[Answer the phone]]

Returning to the side of the bed, you discover that your phone is not the phone sitting on your bedstand- this one appears to be a cheap pay-per-use, not the smartphone you had recently bought. Upon turning it on, you notice the current date in surprise: October 19th??? That's... three //months// from now!? How long were you out??\n\nOnly 1 unheard voicemail appears on the phone's menu, left only yesterday. The caller ID labels the caller as "unknown". But you know who it is. \n\n<html><img src="unknown.jpg"></html>\n\nYou'll call the police next. You //need// to hear this. Nervously, you hit 'play'.\n\n"... ... Good morning, sunshine!"\n\nIt's //her//. \n\n"... I hope you've gotten a good opportunity to discover what I've had done to you. Do you like it?? I hope you do... because it cost me a //fortune.//"\n\nThat insane cunt!! You //knew// it was her!!\n\n"... I guess I was never //sure// you weren't cheating on me, even though you //said// otherwise. And I couldn't wait to get out of that institution so I could help you make //sure// you never //would.//\n\nYou can't help it as tears of rage begin to form in your eyes.\n\n"... Money really //does// put you above the law, I guess. ...I never would have been able to have those surgeons turn you into the beautiful woman you are now without the resources I have now."\n\nShe had you kidnapped? //Operated// on!? Could this be evidence? A confession??\n\n"... We think you turned out //very// well. And thank God for that- because, as you probably know, the operation is //permanent.// You're going to be a woman for the rest of your life... so you can never hurt me or any other girl from now on. Any //straight// girl, that is, haha!"\n\nAt this you begin to cry. //Permanent//... you never even considered how you were going to return to normal... and now she's telling you you //CAN'T??//\n\n"... So enjoy the rest of your female life. I won't be seeing you again."\n\n[[Continue...]]

You're filled with terror and rage as you consider the possibilty that that insane bitch was somehow //responsible// for this- but how? When?? Why?? Your mind is spinning too fast to process any of these questions- all you know is you can't bear to see this terrifying sight any longer- you need to put something //on.//\n\nStill shaking, you move to your closet, only to discover that it's //empty//- entirely cleaned out- save for a small, feminine-looking suitcase, sitting on the floor. What the fuck is going on? Where is everything??\n\n<html><img src="bag.jpg"></html>\n\nPeering over your room, you find //nothing//- not even a sock- that remains from your original clothing. It's gone. It's all gone. \n\nYou feel the cool air drift over your new groin as you return to the suitcase, needlessly reminding you of what has somehow been done to your body. \n\nUnzipping the bag, you discover only a single set of clothing- //female// clothing- no doubt left there by whoever did this to you. Upon closer inspection, you realize that it isn't even a full set- just a giant bra, a slutty miniskirt, and a ridiculous pair of high heels. Those fucking bastards!\n\nBarely better than remaining naked, you pick up the small articles and pull them up your body, trying to hide as much of your anatomy as you can.\n\n[[It doesn't accomplish much]]\n\n\n\n\n

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Oh, come //on//! I know how this seems, me calling you out of the blue and all. I wanted to call you for so //long//, but they wouldn't let me make any calls in that place. It was horrible! But I feel so much better now. I can't believe what I did to you. I just really need to see you. Please??"\n\nWhether she really had 'recovered' or not didn't really make a difference. The fact of the matter was, she was an //incredible// lay, and super hot. By far the hottest girl you've ever been with. And this pretty much meant she was trying to get down tonight. That was a thought you just couldn't resist.\n\n[[Yeah, sure]]

<html><img src="tennis.jpg"></html>\n\nAs you drive past the tennis courts, you immediately realize that there are virtually no cars in the parking lot. That's when you remember- they're //repaving// them until the end of the month! No one is going to be here until then! Why didn't you remember that? Having other people around was the ONE reason you agreed to do this- now it's just going to be you two.\n\nAs you pull around to the lot, you notice someone sitting against one of the chain link fences. It's the only person in sight... it's probably her.\n\n[[Get out of your car and approach her]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"Great! I'm close by, what are you doing in a few hours? Say around five? Are you free?" Alicia asks enthusiastically.\n\nYou //were// free. Of course you were, it was Sunday. She knew that. Something about this didn't feel right- other than the fact that you knew she was crazy. But still, you were toying with idea. She was a //great// lay, at the very least. \n\n[[Yeah, sure]]\n\n[[No, not really]]

<html><img src="tennisglad.jpg"></html>\n\n"Great!" she responds. "I'll ride with you! I just need to get something out of my car."\n\nJesus, she wants to ride with you too? Do you think she's planning a little //road action//? Who cares!\n\n[[Meet her at your car]]

Desperate to kill time, you decide to wait in the living room for her to come down. Why she doesn't call you //up// is peculiar, but you know this is a very peculiar girl. Who knows what she wants to get into!\n\nYou sit down on the couch, and after several more minutes, you hear Alicia say from behind you, "Well? What do you think??"\n\n[[You turn your head]]\n\n\n\n\n

Unable to remain seated upright, you fall forward onto your knees, spilling the remainder of the glass onto your new carpet. You don't even care. Clutching your chest, you look up at Alicia, who is now watching you with... excitement??\n\n<html><img src="excitement.jpg"></html>\n\n"Strong stuff, isn't it?" she laughs as you struggle for air, barely able to keep yourself up. "It only takes a minute, so don't even bother. ...You're //mine// now," she adds, the tone of her voice going from joyful to downright creepy.\n\nYou finally collapse onto your back, and your vision starts to go dark. You're passing out! You desperately try to stay conscious, but you can't... fight... the...\n\n...\n\n[[...Continue...]]\n\n

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"I knew it!" Alicia beams. "Where do you want to meet up? I can meet you at your place!"\n\nThe two of you alone at your house sends an unpleasant memory through your mind- you know it's probably not a good idea to see her in the privacy of your own home //just// as she's released from a psychiatric institution. Somewhere public would be... safer.\n\nBut where? You know Bedford Park gets a lot of foot traffic, that would probably be a safe call. And then there are the tennis courts down the road, those are always busy this time of year. Either one seems good to you.\n\n[[Wanna meet in Bedford Park?]]\n\n[[Wanna meet at the tennis courts?]]

<html><img src="phone.jpg"></html>\n\n"I can't wait!" Alicia says, clearly very excited to see you. "Where do you want to meet up? I can meet you at your place!"\n\nThe two of you alone at your house sends an unpleasant memory through your mind- you know it's probably not a good idea to see her in the privacy of your own home //just// as she's released from a psychiatric institution. Somewhere public would be... safer.\n\nBut where? You know Bedford Park gets a lot of foot traffic, that would probably be a safe call. And then there's the Tillman House, a historical site with lots of tours this time of year. Either one seems good to you.\n\n[[Wanna meet in Bedford Park?]]\n\n[[Wanna meet at the tennis courts?]]

In response Alicia walks seductively into the kitched to fetch the bottle and the two glasses, balancing them carefully as she brings them back into the living room and sets them down on the coffee table. She then takes a glass in her hand, leaving the other one for you.\n\n"Well, cheers," she says, and raises the glass to her mouth.\n\n<html><img src="cheers.jpg"></html>\n\nYou grab yours as well, drinking nearly half the glass in anticipation. Enough of this stuff- you want to get down to it!\n\nWait a minute- is she faking it? You notice that she merely holds the glass tilted, never actually taking a sip. Why would she...\n\nOh God, you don't feel so good. Your heart begins to pound again as your limbs start to go numb. Jesus, what was in that stuff??\n\n[[Go on]]

First- you //need// to put something over your body. The //feel// of it makes you sick- at the very least you could hide it from sight.\n\nYou go back into your bedroom and open your closet, only to discover that it's //empty//- entirely cleaned out- save for a small, feminine-looking suitcase, sitting on the floor. What the fuck is going on? Where is everything??\n\n<html><img src="bag.jpg"></html>\n\nPeering over your room, you find //nothing//- not even a sock- that remains from your original clothing. It's gone. It's all gone. \n\nYou feel the cool air drift over your new groin as you return to the suitcase, needlessly reminding you of what has somehow been done to your body. \n\nUnzipping the bag, you discover only a single set of clothing- //female// clothing- no doubt left there by whoever did this to you. Upon closer inspection, you realize that it isn't even a full set- just a giant bra, a slutty miniskirt, and a ridiculous pair of high heels. Those fucking bastards!\n\nBarely better than remaining naked, you pick up the small articles and pull them up your body, trying to hide as much of your new female body as you can.\n\n[[It doesn't accomplish much]]

"I knew it!" Alicia says. "I //knew// you felt the same way!"\n\nYou don't know whether you really do or not- all you know is that the next several hours might be //very// good for you. As you consider this, Alicia takes off her coat, revealing her amazing chest, and slings it over her shoulder.\n\n<html><img src="parkglad.jpg"></html>\n\n"I want to celebrate," she says. "I'm thinking... back to your place? Then maybe out to dinner?"\n\nThank God she said 'your place' first. Food was the last thing on your mind- and besides, this might be all over by then.\n\n[[My place sounds perfect!]]

You watch as Alicia returns from her car, a brand new Ferrari California, with a bag in her hand and makes her way towards you. It's unbelievable- this girl probably has enough money to do whatever she wants, why is she still messing around with you? She really //was// crazy.\n\n"Is that your car?" she asks rhetorically, staring at the only car in the lot. "It's... nice," she adds insincerely. \n\n<html><img src="car.jpg"></html>\n\nMaybe it is and maybe it isn't. But you paid for it with your own money- money that //you// earned- a concept with which she clearly had no familiarity.\n\nTogether you get inside, and you start the engine. This was going to be an interesting afternoon.\n\n[[Continue]]

<html><img src="tennismad.jpg"></html>\n\n"No, you can't!" Alicia moans. "I've waited so long for you... but, I understand. I know I hurt you and I guess I can't ever fix it."\n\n//That pretty much sums it up//, you think.\n\n"...But we never //did// have breakup sex," she adds, staring at you from the corner of her eyes. "Do you... do you want to?"\n\nOh God. Yes, of course you did. But was that wise?? You know what "breakup sex" really means- not breaking up. But it would be crazy not to take advantage of it, wouldn't it? Free sex with an excuse to never see her again from something she said //herself//?? It was the perfect storm!\n\nOne last run. Then that would be it. You had an out. Sure she was crazy, but so what? You could always have her taken away again... like none of this ever happened.\n\n[[Okay, sure. One last run. To break up.]]\n\n\n

Knowing the wise thing to do is to ignore this crazy ex, you hit the ignore button. The phone falls silent.\n\nMoments later, however, your cell lights up again- it's her.\n\n[[Answer the phone]]\n\n[[Ignore the call again]]

<html><img src="house.jpg"></html>\n\nFifteen minutes later, you pull up at your house. The entire ride Alicia couldn't take her eyes off of you- she was ravenous. It almost seemed like she wanted to //eat// you. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar to how it used to be; she had always been so freaking intense.\n\n"I'm going to go inside and... freshen up," she says, grabbing her bag and opening the car door. "When you're ready, come upstairs."\n\nYour heart begins to pound. You never could resist her in seductive mode- she was just so damn sexy. You know you have to break up with her, that much is clear- she is //nuts//, after all. But this... this was going to be amazing.\n\n[[Park the car and head inside]]\n\n\n\n

<html><img src="think.jpg"></html>\n\nShe looks absolutely incredible- better than you could have imagined. Before you can find the words to tell her how she looks, she speaks again.\n\n"Want a drink first?" she asks rhetorically, already making her way towards the bottle of wine she brought down with her. She even brought her own wine?? She must have been //very// confident in getting you to do exactly what she wanted. As of right now, you feel okay with that.\n\n[[Yeah, sure.]]

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You walk through your front door, almost expecting to be tackled by Alicia right there- but she was out of sight, 'freshening up', just as she said. Your heart is pounding, but you can't tell if you're excited or... //nervous//?\n\n"I'll be down in a second!" you hear her shout to you from the upstairs. \n\nYou're probably just excited.\n\n[[Wait for her in the kitchen]]\n\n[[Wait for her in the living room]]

<html><img src="tennisglad.jpg"></html>\n\n"To break up!" she agrees enthusiastically. "Okay, I just need to grab something from my car and I'll be right back! We can go together! I'll meet you at your car!"\n\nTogether? Why wouldn't she just drive herself? But before you could ask she had skipped off. Maybe she wanted to give you a little //road action//? Who knows. Who //cares//. You're about to get laid.\n\n[[Meet her at your car]]\n

In a crazed frenzy you run out of your room, feeling the heavy tugs as your massive breasts bounce from your chest with every step. God damnit, you can't even //run// now!!\n\n<html><img src="check.jpg"></html>\n\nStaring out over the second floor balcony, you desperately look for any signs of Alicia- spilled wine, broken glass, anything- but it's as pristine as your first day here. ...Of //course// it was. Did you really think she wouldn't have taken care of //every// detail to hide what she did to you?? \n\nAs you stand there, a cool breeze from an open window reminds you that you are still entirely naked as your new, sensitive groin tightens. The indescribable sensation makes you shudder and you feel as if you're going to be sick. Or cry. You don't //know// what.\n\nFocus. You need to focus figure out what the hell to do.\n\n[[Get dressed]]\n\n[[Call the police]]

Your heart feels as if it's going to burst out of your chest as you approach the closet door mirror across your bedroom:\n\n<html><img src="mirror1.jpg"></html>\n\nOh God- your FACE!! It's you... but it //isn't//. It's so fucking //feminine//... like you're your own //sister!!// A long, shaky sigh escapes your mouth as you stand there, realizing that you are now somehow a female version of //yourself//.\n\nYou inadvertantly bring your hands up to your chest and grab the massive breasts attached to your body, pulling and pushing them against yourself. They're //real//. It's all //real!?//\n\n[[Your eyes drift downward...]]\n\n