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The girls had had enough. Jamal wouldn’t stop. Drunk, he walked around the patio shouting, “Show me your tits!” He yelled it every two minutes.

It was not that kind of party.

Mellisa and her friends had spent weeks planning what they’d wanted to be an elegant, classy get together, and at first they’d been more than happy with the turnout and all the sharp dressed, good looking guys who’d shown up. There were also plenty of gorgeous women. It would be legendary, and the perfect way for them to promote their new party planning business.

And then Jamal happened. He showed up already drunk, and started his shouting, “Show me your tits! Show me your tits!”

Melissa had tried talking to him. She’d asked him to leave. One of the guys had even walked him out of the party and called an Uber for him, but ten minutes later, he’d shown back up. “Show me your tits!”

Melissa didn’t know what to do. He was ruining everything. All anyone would talk about was the idiot shouting about tits all night.

Then she had made her grand entrance: Blaise. Just Blaise. No one even knew her last name, but she was a celebrity around Sunset Cove. Gorgeous with long, flowing black hair, confident and always perfectly put together she ran a feminist book store that occupied the first floor of her beach house. She swept into the party, aloof and yet amazing, and walked right up to Mellissa. “Do you want me to take care of this?”

“Yes, please,” Melissa said.

Blaise, nose in the air, floated across the patio and stood across from Jamal, smiling with amusement. Everyone gathered around. They knew her reputation as a feminist and were expecting her to rip him a new one. Phones came out. Cameras began recording.

Jamal looked at her, a little wobbly on his feet. She was giving him the stink eye. “Show me your tits!” He yelled.

“You show me yours,” Blaise said.

“What?” Jamal said, thinking the bitch was crazy.

His vision blurred, and he felt himself change– his purple shirt started to shrink, while his chest swelled. He felt bra straps over his shoulders, and then the weight as his budding breasts filled the cups of his lacy black bra.”What the….” Long hair flowed down his back, and he suddenly found himself a woman, wearing a purple dress.

He felt humiliated and enraged having everyone see him wearing a dress, his bra straps showing across his soft shoulders. Everyone was looking at him, now a woman. He saw all the cameras, the people laughing at him, smiling. His transformation would be all over social media. Jamal wanted to attack the bitch he knew had done this to him.

But, he saw a cute guy, and a powerful new impulse came over him. No. No, he thought as he reached back and undid his dress, letting it drop to his feet. The girls laughed, and he fought to cover himself, wrap his arms around his chest, his bra… but he couldn’t. He’d met the cute guy’s eyes, and the guy had eye fucked him, and Jamal wanted to show that guy his tits– and everything else.

Everyone watched as the pretty, slender woman Jamal had become walked across the patio in her bra and panties, walked right up to the guy and grabbed his junk. What am I doing? Stop! Jamal told himself, but the feeling of that cute guy’s dick swelling in his hand sent a thrill of pleasure through Jamal’s new body, and he swooned. The guy grabbed Jamal and lifted him off his feet, throwing Jamal over his shoulder and carrying him off to the beach.

People stared after them for a moment, then turned away. The video of Jamal’s change appeared on social media and started trending.

Half an hour later, the party back in full swing, they heard Jamal’s voice riding on the ocean breeze as he cried out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“When you get rid of a guy, you really get rid of a guy,” Melissa said. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” Tatiana said. “And my compliments on a lovely party!”

Jamal got used to being a woman. It helped he was hot. Instead of making fun of him, guys just wanted to fuck him.  Girls gave him some shit sometimes, but why should he care? He was only into guys now, and other women were just competition.

The video did have one big consequence that made his life a living hell. Everywhere he went, guys, girls, everyone who’d seen the video would shout “show me your tits!”

And Jamal would pull up his shirt or slip down the straps from his dress and show them his tits, shaking his shoulders back and forth, smiling and giggling, his tits swaying while people snapped photos for Instagram.  He had no choice. He had a compulsion now to show people his tits on demand. Bitch fucked me up, he thought each time hating every minute of it, despite his smiling face. Bitch fucked me up good!