This week we have all the characters coming. Of course something big is about to happen! And for ‘The Clinic,’ things are definitely heating up for Michael and Giselle!

Trooper Abigail’s icy glare stopped Chrissy in his tracks. What was SHE doing here? The uniformed trooper aggressively stomped towards him. Miss Valentine continued walking but stopped to look back in confusion at her frozen daughter.

She asked with motherly concern, “Everything okay, sweetheart? You aren’t still upset over breaking up with Bradley, are you?”

Chrissy gulped, and his thin, bare shoulders drooped. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his mind was racing. Gina and Mia, those...rats! They called the cops!? His gaze shot to Trooper Abigail’s boots, and he nervously twisted his long blonde hair between his painted fingers when she finally approached.

She first addressed Miss Valentine cordially with her hand outstretched, “Ma’am, I take it you’re Mrs. Valentine? I’m Trooper Abigail Crenshaw; we spoke on the phone about a week ago.”

Miss Valentine smiled timidly and shook the trooper's hand while responding, “Um, yes. I remember you. Is everything okay, officer?”

Trooper Abigail sighed heavily and turned her attention to a dejected Chrissy while resting her hands on her Sam Browne belt. “I’m afraid not, ma’am. Your daughter here was caught having an...intimate encounter with Mr. Martyn in the supply closet.”

Miss Valentine’s face twisted in disgust and surprise as she gasped, “My Chrissy?” She turned to Chrissy, who deflated like a balloon with a hole in it. He wanted to be ANYWHERE but here! Miss Valentine crossed her arms and stamped her foot before yelling down at her daughter, “I thought you had broken up with Bradley!? Now you're in the supply closet—” She flipped her attention back to Trooper Abigail and asked, “What were they doing exactly?”

“She was, um, pleasuring him with her mouth.”

Miss Valentine turned back to Chrissy and continued, “Giving fellatio to that loser! I thought I had cured you of your relationship with that—that—pedophile, but apparently I was wrong! I’m telling Doctor Sapphire to bring out the big guns. I’ll rid you of inappropriate thoughts about Bradley, let me assure you of that!”

Chrissy crossed his arms beneath his breasts defensively and complained in his breathy, girly high-pitch without lifting his gaze, “But, Mom, I, like, SUPER needed his cum in my tummy!”

He may not have explained it in the best way, but Chrissy's words were true, and Miss Valentine knew about his addiction. Surely, she would vouch for it and help Chrissy get out of this situation!

Instead, Miss Valentine appeared completely taken aback. She turned back to the trooper and asked, “Did somebody see her do this? I want her to apologize to them personally for displaying such vulgar behavior. You know, she used to do slutty things like this almost every week before she dropped out of high school to pursue acting.”

Chrissy clutched at his temples while a wave of cascading numbness and dense fog heralded a flood of new memories. He’d dropped out of high school as a junior after yet another long suspension, hadn’t he? At least...that’s the immediate experience that came to mind at Miss Valentine’s words. Was that what happened? He racked his brain for a few seconds, trying to navigate the fuzziness and discern the truth. With his seam unavailable, it was almost impossible to differentiate truth from fiction.

Trooper Abigail’s voice broke Chrissy from his concentration attempt and left him in ignorance. “Yes, ma’am, two young ladies notified staff that they saw Christina...stimulating Mr. Martyn orally, and the staff reviewed camera footage. Apparently, items were recently stolen from that closet, so a high-definition camera was installed to catch the perpetrator.”

Miss Valentine sighed, “And this camera captured my daughter in the act?”

Trooper Abigail nodded, “Yes, ma’am. I watched the video myself. It’s...graphic, and your daughter was VERY enthusiastic.” She then turned to a glazed over Chrissy and sighed, “I thought we had an understanding after you were caught last week, Christina? Why didn't you listen to me and wait until you were home? At least this time your face isn’t covered in Mr. Martyn's sperm.”

Chrissy whined, “But, I did listen! It totally wasn’t, like, in public this time, Trooper Abigail! I tried to be good, but I needed to suck him soooooo bad!”

Miss Valentine cut in, “Wait, last week? You mean when she had that incident at the bubble tea shop?”

Trooper Abigail shook her head. “No, it was the day after near some hair styling place. I stopped Christina and Mr. Martyn in Mr. Martyn’s vehicle because she was actively pleasuring him while he was driving. I warned her that there would be consequences if it happened again, and here we are.”

Chrissy somehow found a way to shrink even further beneath his mother’s stare. He didn’t look at her, but he could feel her anger. He glanced down into his long cleavage and nervously traced his eyes up his pink bra strap, then down his lithe arms. He was doing anything to occupy his attention except look at either woman in front of him.

Miss Valentine took a deep breath and a few seconds to control herself before speaking calmly, “After our special mother/daughter salon day? I’m so disappointed in you, Chrissy. You have always lacked self-control when it came to men, but this is low even for you. I’ll be talking to Doctor Sapphire about your inability to control your lips around men like Bradley. For your sake, we have to get this solved TODAY!”

Trooper Abigail seemed to agree, “I’m glad to hear she’s seeing a professional. I recommend you keep her in therapy and watch her like a hawk. I’m going to have to send my report and the video evidence to Deputy Ryan from the Sheriff’s Department. He’s been building a case against these two, and this will certainly not help things.”

Chrissy chirped, “You’re, like, sending that TOTAL creep Ryan the video? Doesn’t it, um, show my pussy and boobs and junk?”

Trooper Abigail shrugged and responded, “I mean, yeah, you can see pretty much all your lady business. But he’s the lead officer; I don’t have a choice. Don’t forget, Christina, you chose this, not me.”

Chrissy folded his arms and huffed. Deputy Ryan was a real sleaze! He just wanted to see Chrissy’s naked body!

Miss Valentine extended her hand and shared another handshake with Trooper Abigail while speaking, “Thank you, Officer. I’ll keep a much tighter leash on my daughter from now on. The doctor she’s seeing will do her best to ensure these problems don’t persist. If you have any more trouble from my daughter, please don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Trooper Abigail smiled, “You got it, ma’am.” She then turned to Chrissy, and her smile shifted to a frown as she spoke down sternly, “As for you, Christina, I suggest you take this doctor’s visit seriously and listen to your mother. Mr. Martyn is a bad match for you, and I suggest you part ways with him ASAP, or you’ll end up behind bars like him. Speaking of which, I still need to find him and speak to him about today. Take care, ladies.”

With that, Trooper Abigail swept past Chrissy and Miss Valentine, presumably to locate Brad.

Miss Valentine spoke curtly, “Get in the car NOW! We are going directly home so Doctor Sapphire can get in that head of yours and fix whatever is broken. You will also serve a punishment with me tonight, young lady!”

Chrissy nodded solemnly and walked towards the parking lot in front of his mother. His wide hips swayed, his breasts jiggled back and forth, his youthful, feminine face sulked, his heels clicked, and his hands adopted their girly, perpendicular configuration. Sure, he was still angry with Mia and Gina for ratting on him, but he should have known better than to blow Brad in the gym. He just couldn’t control himself! It was just like high school! Maybe he really did have a problem that needed to be addressed? He needed to trust in Doctor Sapphire and his mother to get his urges under control.

Chrissy felt bad about lying to his mother, and the guilt weighed on his thin shoulders as they moved. He sighed and spoke genuinely once they were in the parking lot. “I’m, like, SUPER sorry, Mom. I totally want to be, um, better and stuff. I just can’t, like, control myself around him, you know?”

Miss Valentine simply responded with, "Thank you," but Chrissy felt her vibes improve dramatically once he had admitted fault.

Sincerely apologizing seemed to go a long way, and the car ride home was less awkward than anticipated. It was quiet, but Miss Valentine turned on the radio, and Chrissy bopped along to a bubbly pop song. He drank down his boring afternoon shake and swallowed a spoonful of extra-thick peanut butter.

Thankfully, he was able to stealthily reach and flick his seam. Reminding himself that his female traits were fabricated helped return his old personality from the brink. There was still a battle raging inside, but as long as he had his seam to keep him grounded in reality, he couldn’t be fully overtaken. It was, however, becoming more and more difficult to maintain some semblance of his old self. Every suggestion to the contrary and every minor acceptance by Chrissy of a new reality degraded what little remained. Very few sections of his brain questioned whether Miss Valentine was his mother, which meant that very few sections questioned whether he was really a teenager. The image of himself and Miss Valentine as mother and daughter standing naked in the women’s locker room stuck in Chrissy’s memory and worked like a constant corrupting influence. They looked similar, called each other ‘mom’ and ‘daughter,’ and their ages lined up, so it was difficult for him to refute, even with his hand on his seam.

It wasn’t long before the car ride ended, and Chrissy used the running board to step onto the driveway. There were two vehicles already parked. The first was a burgundy and white 1975 Cadillac Coupe Deville with white leather interior and a chrome finish, while the second was a Lincoln Navigator with custom wheels and dark window tint.

Or, as Chrissy would describe them, an old burgundy car and a big black one. He knew virtually nothing about cars and couldn’t even discern what the company symbols meant. Chris would have been able to tear apart the engines and tell you everything about each vehicle, but Chrissy couldn’t even figure out how to pop the hood. On the other hand, birthstones and astrological signs? Chrissy could talk about those for hours, while Chris wouldn’t know a garnet from a citrine.

Chrissy followed his mother up the driveway while clutching the straps of his pink backpack. His hair swished behind him and tickled the back of his bra, which was clearly outlined in the thin gray tank top.

Miss Valentine opened the front door for Chrissy, and a plume of skunky smoke lazily wafted out. He immediately recognized it as marijuana. A wispy cloud hung in the air, and Chrissy coughed as it entered his lungs. The smoke combined with the perfumed air from the air fresheners and stuck to the back of Chrissy’s throat.

Miss Valentine swiped her hand in front of her face and scoffed, “Well, it looks like they made themselves at home.”

Clicking through the foyer, Chrissy spied Sapphire, Daddy, and Logan sitting in the living room beneath a dark cloud.

Daddy leered at Chrissy from the couch while blowing a stack of marijuana smoke and flicking ashes from a lit blunt to the floor.

Logan was sitting on the armchair in his brown sweater. He wasn’t actively partaking, but there was a collection of roaches on the table next to him. He nodded towards Chrissy and smiled at him.

Finally, there was Sapphire, who was lying across Daddy’s lap. She was completely naked except for her heels. A pile of slutty clothing was pooled on the floor near the staircase. Sapphire stirred, and Chrissy could see a tramp stamp on her lower back in the shape of a gem, presumably a sapphire, with barbed lines branching off it and hugging her hips.

Miss Valentine swept past Chrissy and whispered something to Sapphire, who nodded and stood. He watched the duo as they stepped into the kitchen. Sapphire’s gait was irregular and bow-legged, though she did manage a small wave at Chrissy from across the room.

Left alone with the boys, Chrissy timidly approached and entered the living room. He could hear his mother discussing something with Sapphire in the kitchen but couldn’t quite make out the words. Chrissy coughed once again and felt himself getting a contact high.

As he passed the couch, Daddy gave Chrissy a hearty smack on the ass and spoke while smoke billowed from his lips, “Damn! Dat ass be gettin’ fat, bitch! Why don’t choo come on over here’n sit on Daddy’s lap?”

Chrissy closed his arms around himself defensively. He was thankful that he’d gotten a bellyful of cum at the gym, or Daddy’s offer would have been hard to decline. Despite himself, Chrissy had to admit that Daddy was fairly attractive. He had an effortless confidence and a tough-guy exterior alongside handsome, dark features.

Chrissy squeaked bashfully, “Like, no thank you, Daddy.”

Daddy sat back and chuckled as another pillar of smoke rose to the ceiling. “We’ll see, ho.” He added quietly.

Logan stood and outstretched his arms as Chrissy approached. His rich, full voice filled the space, “Well, if it isn’t my little star? How are you, Chrissy? You’re looking very beautiful today.”

Chrissy felt his cheeks flush and engaged in a quick hug while answering, “Thank you, Logan! I, like, just got back from the gym. I’m totally, um, trying to keep my figure for the movie, you know?”

Logan grinned and wrapped his arm around Chrissy’s midsection while looking down into his cleavage before responding, “Yeah, for sure. You still have some work to do, but I’m excited to finally give you your big chance.”

Chrissy felt exposed and exploited by Logan, but he remained in place, letting the older director ogle him to his heart's content. If he had to sacrifice a little skin for a higher chance of success, he would do it without reservation.

Logan whispered, “You know, I was having a conversation with Mr. Lawrence and his employee, Miss Sapphire. Were you aware that your character in my movie is a prostitute? He made a great suggestion that you spend a day with Miss Sapphire to see the profession in real life. An opportunity to build your character. Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?”

Chrissy wilted beneath his arm and shyly rubbed his hands together. He didn’t know his first serious role was playing a prostitute! Could he really go through with it? And...Logan wanted him to spend a whole day with Sapphire and Daddy! Chrissy’s mind reeled at the suggestion. Did that make sense? Was this something that would help his acting career? This WAS the director giving him a suggestion...could he realistically say no and still expect the role? Did he still want the role knowing he had to pretend to be a whore? Chrissy desperately wanted to touch his seam and calm the tumult in his brain, but he couldn’t manage it beneath Logan’s scrutiny. If he was going to play a prostitute...it made sense to see a real one in action, didn’t it? His altered brain worked to rationalize the situation: It was just acting—pretending to be a working girl. He couldn’t pass up the role of a lifetime because he was scared—he wasn’t a little girl anymore!

Beneath the pressure of the much older Logan, Chrissy’s juvenile brain folded, and he nodded while quietly agreeing, “Y-yes, that sounds, um, that sounds *cough* smart, Logan.”

Logan tensed up, and his voice lowered a bit. “If I’m going to be your director, you need to refer to me properly as ‘Sir’ or by my last name, ‘Master.’ Do you understand?”

Chrissy felt his heart rate spike within Logan’s tensed grip. It sounded suspiciously like a threat, and Chrissy suddenly recognized the power imbalance between them. He was a tiny teenage girl with a dream being coerced by a large adult man with direct control over whether the dream could be achieved.

Seeing no other way to respond, Chrissy softly muttered, “Yes, Master, I, like, understand.”

Logan’s grip relaxed, and he shook Chrissy’s midsection excitedly while reporting to Sapphire and Miss Valentine, who were making their way back into the room, “She’s in, Miss Sapphire! You’ve got a little apprentice to teach.”

Sapphire giggled and put her hands on her naked hips before speaking, “Aight! She gon’ hafta learn quick cuz Daddy don’t fuck wit’ ho’s that ain’t earnin’.”

Daddy sat in his chair depositing more smoke into the ceiling with a smug grin and a soft chuckle. Chrissy gulped. How was Daddy going to treat him if this really happened? He hoped it wouldn’t come to that and Logan was just messing around! Either way, he had at least smoothed over any issues for the time being.

Sapphire traipsed across the room to a bag resting on the far wall. She bent over at the waist, purposefully giving the entire room a direct view of her lady parts, while rifling through the bag.

She turned back, holding her crystal goggles.

She spoke and approached Chrissy while motioning to the couch, “Go on and sit down, girl. Yo’ momma tellin’ me ‘bout yo’ prolem with dis Bradley mothafucka. Heard his pasty ass dick been runnin’ through yo’ mind an’ you been suckin’ him off in them streets.”

Chrissy sat and crossed his legs while attempting to correct the record, “B-but that’s not, like, that’s not what happened, I—”

Sapphire waved Chrissy off and cut in, “It don’t matter, I ain’t gon’ shame a girl doing what she do. But yo’ momma want his ghostly ass out yo’ life. I tried goin’ easy on you last week to get rid’a them pale desires...but she tellin’ me I gots’ta do errythang I can so...put them goggles on and you gon’ get errythang to forget about white boys.”

Chrissy held the goggles in his delicate hands and hesitated. The last thing he needed was more of Sapphire’s ‘therapy.’ He didn’t generally remember what happened in the goggles at all, but he knew that it was fundamentally warping his sense of self and reality. He just didn’t...think the same way as before. It was difficult to explain, but everything was different. If Sapphire was really going to ‘do errythang’ as she suggested, then putting on the goggles might have wide-reaching consequences. It just wasn’t something he could abide by!

He looked up and saw Miss Valentine, Logan, Sapphire, and Daddy all looking at him expectantly.

Miss Valentine snapped, “Put those goggles on this instant, Chrissy! You’ll end up in jail if you don’t! Her voice then softened, “Listen to Mommy, sweetheart.”

Logan added, “If you want to be an actress, you need to get distractions out of your head. Put the goggles on now, or you aren’t going to be in my movie.”

Sapphire smiled, “You gon’ be okay, Chrissy. I promise you gon’ be jus’ fine. You gots’ta trust me like you ben doin’. I’m here for you cuz we friends!”

Daddy stayed where he was and watched with mild interest.

The weight of three different types of pressure mounted on Chrissy, and he was dangerously close to donning the goggles. It wasn’t until Miss Valentine turned on her laptop and the television started that the last vestiges of resistance fell away and Chrissy’s eyes glazed over. He pulled the goggles over his head, and the swirling began immediately.

A few things happened while Chrissy was in a pre-hypnotic state.

Miss Valentine slipped the flowery headphones onto Chrissy’s head, further restricting his connection to reality and enhancing whatever the television was about to play.

Sapphire adjusted the goggles, and a new, faster swirling sensation began. Chrissy had never experienced this level of motion. The faster spinning separated him from reality quicker and more deeply.

Logan forced Chrissy’s mouth open and used a pipette to deposit several drops of an unknown liquid onto his tongue.

The liquid must have been some sort of powerful drug because Chrissy’s overstimulated brain quieted and...opened? He couldn’t explain it, but he felt himself becoming more susceptible, pliable, and malleable to suggestion. All his guards, protections, and misgivings fell away in the face of the hyper-concentrated drug coursing through his body.

Sapphire twisted the swirling goggles, and Chrissy’s drug-addled, pliable, susceptible, moldable, open, unguarded brain was suddenly assaulted on every front by an onslaught of hypnotic suggestion and images that flashed, pulsated, and ingrained themselves deeply.

Even Daddy stood up to contribute. He procured a disc from his pocket, which he slipped into the laptop. The 100-inch screen lit up with hardcore, amateur BBC porn (mostly featuring him). While the flashing images had Chrissy’s full attention, the screen also had his full attention. He watched a million swirling videos featuring pretty white women and heard their pleasured moans while they fucked and sucked big black dick. His prosthetic vagina warmed and moistened while he pictured himself in their shoes, having his white pussy dominated by a black bull.

Several hours elapsed during which Chrissy tripped wordlessly on psychedelic drugs and endured the rewiring of his brain. Sweat poured down his body, and he was vaguely aware that something was poking and prodding him. He didn’t have any processing power left to give it the attention it deserved, but he was nonetheless aware that SOMETHING was happening to him physically.

Partway through the session, the flashing images changed. Chrissy was shown an image of a white man standing still and wearing normal clothes. Before he could even react, a painful electric shock rippled through his body, causing him to yelp. The image was replaced with a Black man standing still, taller and prouder than the white man. The pain turned to pleasure as a rush of happy hormones flooded his brain. The white man reappeared, though he was now naked. His nub-like penis dangled like a worm between his pasty legs. Again, a painful electric shock wracked Chrissy’s body. The larger, more muscular Black man reappeared, naked with his fat dick hanging down. A hearty rush of pleasure replaced the pain. The white man’s tiny penis was suddenly front and center. Pain. The Black man’s thick penis was front and center. Pleasure.

But it wasn’t just Black men/white men alone. The images also flashed, showing white men and women engaged in sexual acts accompanied by blistering pain. The images then showed Black men and white women engaged in sexual acts alongside a flood of pleasure. White cock, white pussy. Pain. Black cock, white pussy. Pleasure. White men and white women in a relationship. Pain. Black men and white women in a relationship. Pleasure. Chrissy’s face switched from cringing in pain to euphoria back and forth, back and forth, white to black, white to black.

The last part of the session caused another change, and all remaining images were POV shots of big black cocks pointing towards a kneeling woman’s perspective. Chrissy’s sore lips parted, and a fat black dildo was inserted into her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Semen was smeared on her upper lip, and every breath forced her to inhale the musky stench of black seed.

Ultimately, she spent a couple of hours watching flashing images from the perspective of submissive white women on their knees sucking big black cocks while she felt a black dildo filling her throat and huffed semen. All this occurred while she continued absorbing Daddy’s homemade sex tapes filled with white sluts moaning while he fucked them. Every once in a while a white cock would appear, and Chrissy would receive another painful shock before a black cock reappeared and turned on the happy hormones once again. Her vagina continued to hum along, though her arousal was mostly surface level due to her brain's constant distraction.

When the session was finished, darkness filled the room, and Sapphire gently removed the headphones and goggles. Chrissy kept her dizzy eyes closed and pulled the dildo from between her lips. It *POPPED* loudly as her lips didn’t seem to want to give it up. She took a few gasping breaths and felt something wrong with her mouth. She reached up, and her long fingernail poked at two fat love pillows now attached to her face. Chrissy squeezed her enhanced lips and noticed they gushed outwards like she was constantly pouting. She flicked her tongue out and licked her new DSL. A rush of arousal coursed through her body as her tongue located a dollop of dry cum. She greedily licked the sticky substance from her face before focusing on her breathing.

The hypno session seemed like a vague memory to Chrissy, and she recalled...something about Black men being superior to white men or something? Wasn’t the therapy to help her get rid of her attraction to Brad? She pictured Brad in her mind and cringed. Whereas before she wasn’t very attracted to him, now she was actively repulsed by him. Her brain was waving a giant red flag at even the idea that they were in a relationship. It felt wrong, it felt bad, and it felt unnatural. It seemed like the session had worked just like her mother wanted!

Chrissy felt her body was sticky and caked with sweat. She felt gross! She needed a shower! She tried opening her eyes only to see the room was spinning wildly. Thankfully, Chrissy’s mother handed her the black cock water bottle, and Chrissy drank from it while yet another flash of BBC appeared in her mind. The pink water entered her body and quickly stopped the spinning. When she finally opened her eyes, Chrissy saw the room was dark and quiet.

She peered around and located Sapphire, who had put her slutty outfit back on while Daddy rested against the far wall and Logan was nowhere to be seen. Chrissy felt disappointed that Logan had departed, but she knew he was a busy, powerful man, so it made sense. He had places to be!

Miss Valentine held her hand out, and Chrissy took it. She tentatively got to her feet and took a deep breath, causing another marijuana-related cough.

Miss Valentine spoke softly, “You did so good, honey; I’m proud of you. Let’s get you some dinner and a nice shower, hm?”

Chrissy nodded and used her mother for support. They walked together, unsteadily, towards the kitchen. Chrissy felt like her motor functions were missing in action and her head was empty. She was exhausted!

Once in the kitchen, Chrissy collapsed on her normal stool and used her arms to brace herself onto the counter. Miss Valentine slid a plate in front of her alongside her nighttime pills. Chrissy dutifully sat up and attempted to swallow her pills only to fumble them against her fat lips and fail to catch them as they tumbled against the counter.

Miss Valentine hurried forward and collected the fallen pills, which she handed back.

She ordered, “Be careful, sweetie. Those big lips Logan gave to you will take some getting used to.”

Chrissy carefully dropped the pills one by one into her mouth and brushed against her new DSLs several times. They were so puffy! The process of eating was also different, and Chrissy had to take smaller bites because there was simply less space for the food to enter. Did Logan really want her to have lips like this? Would it help her get the role?

She ate in silence and headed upstairs when the meal was finished. Her movements were slow, and she continued to focus on her breathing. Her head just wasn’t right! Her brain was so scrambled that she couldn’t think straight!

While walking through the dark foyer, Sapphire spoke to Chrissy from the front door, “Get sum sleep, girl! We gon’ get yo’ first-hand workin’ girl experience on Sunday. You best be ready cuz you gon’ learn sum shit that day!”

Chrissy acknowledged Sapphire with a nod but didn’t fully process what she was saying. It was all too much! She needed to get into her room ASAP! After slowly plodding up the stairs and passing her mother’s locked door, Chrissy made it into her bedroom and felt an instant sense of relief. What a crazy day! She eyed the bed hopefully. Her only focus was on taking a shower and getting to sleep!

She strutted to the bed and tore off her tank top and bra. Chrissy’s heavy, sweat-coated tits flopped out, and she tossed the moist clothing to the floor. She crawled onto the bed and located her plastic heels resting on the floor.

She lifted the plastic heels onto the bed before kicking off her own heels, leaving her feet bare and pointed straight down. She peeled the jeans and sticky panties from her hips and tossed them away. After securing the plastic heels to her feet, Chrissy carefully stood and headed to the bathroom. She tossed her hair from her face and swayed to the sink. Looking into the mirror, Chrissy saw her innocent, feminine face was enhanced with noticeably fatter lips.

She tentatively squished them with her tiny fingers and gave herself a pouty smile. It wasn’t such a big change, and Chrissy decided if Logan wanted it, she wanted it too! She had to do ANYTHING to get this role! It was her dream! She ran her hands down her body and decided she looked even sexier like this anyway!

With a giggle, Chrissy stepped into the shower and happily sighed in the warm water. It felt AMAZING to wash away all the sweat from her therapy session. She was excited for the future—excited for her upcoming role. All she had to do was spend a day with Sapphire and Daddy. How hard could that be? She was a resourceful seventeen-year-old girl with all the sexual experience necessary to—

Chrissy took a sharp breath in the water. Parts of her brain were coming back online. Was she a teenage girl? Was she an aspiring actress ready for her first role? She felt something strange in the back of her mind. Something inside her contradicted her whole personality, her whole being.

She flicked her hand to her seam to explore it further, and—

brushed against soft, smooth skin. Her mind contracted as if it was expecting some sort of recollection, some sort of memory stream that didn’t come. She looked down and saw there was no seam, there was no glue, and there was no indication of anything unnatural or fake. Her taut stomach transitioned smoothly down to her hairless pussy, nestled between her thighs like it always had. With no seam, Chrissy’s girly memories were free to take total control. She was a seventeen-year-old high-school slut named Christina Robin Evans who dropped out to pursue acting. She lived with her mother and brother in Los Angeles.

Every slutty story uttered from her brother’s and mother’s lips was systematically created and implanted in her memory bank without any resistance. Not only were those memories flooding in, but general memories of being a woman—of being a girl—also surged in. Giving titty fucks, giving blowjobs, playing with dolls, having periods, bouncing on cock, participating in cheerleading practice, enduring pregnancy scares, receiving slutty suspensions, learning to entice men, waxing and shaving body hair, having anal sex, screaming at a BTS concert, going to prom in a dress—her hand reflexively flailed against her lower tummy once again, searching for something that was no longer there. It scratched against her smooth skin as more and more memories flooded in—flunking out of math, giving handjobs, walking around the mall, receiving facials, gabbing about boys, receiving facials, taking birth control, yearly visits to the gynecologist—with each passing second Chrissy’s desire to find the missing seam lessened and her furtive movements against her stomach slowed—perfecting her girly handwriting, getting rid of her gag reflex, learning how to style hair, learning how to flirt, that one time she gave a footjob, purses—pink—glitter—cocks—dolls—bras—suckingfuckinggigglingpurpletwerking—

Chrissy squinted her eyes and waited for her brain to reorient itself. Thankfully, it quieted down after a few seconds. Her hand stopped rubbing her belly, and she blinked. Why was she even doing that? How strange…

Chrissy shrugged and finished the shower, making sure to use her mother’s homemade products. She stepped out and dried herself off while admiring her body in the mirror. She knew she was a hot piece of ass. Logan was DEFINITELY going to give her the lead role. It wouldn't be long before she’d be on a late-night talk show discussing her latest film!

Letting the fantasy roll in her head, Chrissy removed her makeup, moisturized her face, combed her hair, brushed her teeth, put on her nose strip, and bit down on her mouth guard, all without having to think about it. She floated into her bedroom and located her nighttime outfit, which consisted of a white string thong and a sheer white babydoll that left her nipples out. She posed in front of the mirror with her feminine, perpendicular hands-by-her-hips stance.

With sleep threatening to overtake her, Chrissy hopped into bed and reached for her cellphone only to find a note in her mother’s handwriting:

Chrissy, I decided to go easy on you for your punishment. No phone or special toy for the night!

Chrissy huffed and inhaled a dose of air freshener. Playing ‘Black Cock Mansion’ would have been fun, but an early sleep wouldn’t be so bad either. If that was the only punishment her mother was going to force on her, that wasn’t so bad! Chrissy closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.

She dreamed exclusively of Black cocks.

29. Week 8 Part 3

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29. Week 8 Part 3

28. Week 8 Part 2

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