My Steamy Story: An evil omnipotent being disguised as a ...

My Story Time:

Let me spill the tea on the most unhinged thing that ever happened to me, no cap. I was just grabbing my usual boujee latte after court, feeling my main character energy in my power suit, when this sus fine-as-hell dude at the mall just… looked at me. And I mean looked. Like, he saw right through my brain. My deepest, most judgmental thought about the group of girls in cheap neon outfits by the food court flashed in my head – 'ugh, such tacky, desperate skanks' – and then, bestie, the world just… glitched.

My skin got all tingly and hot. I felt my blazer just melt off my body, replaced by this tiny, sparkly top that barely contained my suddenly huge, obviously fake tits. My sensible heels morphed into clear plastic stripper platforms. I watched in pure horror as neon green polish with tacky glitter designs spread over my nails. A sharp pain pierced my tongue, then my belly button, and then – OMG – my clit. A burning sensation spread across my lower back as a tramp stamp I’d literally never choose appeared in the mirror behind him. My brain was screaming, but my body just… posed. My mouth, with its new metal bar, formed a sultry pout. ‘Hey daddy,’ it said, in a voice that wasn’t mine. ‘You look like you could afford a private dance.’ I was a high-powered lawyer on the inside, but on the outside? I was the cheap slut I’d just judged. And I had to perform.