Maybe someday I'll let Kiki go, let her become Kirk again so he can remember all the pretty dresses I forced him to wear for me, all the times he danced for my amusement, his big tits bouncing around on his chest. Or maybe I'll keep him like this forever: My obedient girl.

Her fate belongs to me.

While I'm at school, she's at home, practicing putting on her makeup and looking pretty. Do I fuck her? I should, but no. I know what she really is. But I do love to make Kiki humiliate herself. Even if she doesn't remember that she's my bully, I do, and I love to make her pay for her sins.

The rumor is Kirk ran away from home. I don't care. All I care about now is my sexy little meat puppet. She wears anything I tell her to, and I love to dress her up and make her dance for me. She seldom smiles, which I enjoy. I like Kiki better when she looks as calm as a cow, a real moody bitch.

When he finally started moving again, he was still pretty out of it. He kept taking deep breaths, blushing and writhing like his girly body was horny. So I told him he was the kind of girl that got off on showing his body off for boys and men to enjoy looking at him. And he did, and it stuck.

I ordered him to strip, so he did. Then to put on a bikini I had bought for him. Again, he did. Then I told him to imagine he had always been a girl, a girl named Kiki, a girl that loves to be a girl. I told him to become that girl.

He stared into space so long I thought I had broken his brain.

I had planned for this. I had known Kirk would be furious and threaten me, maybe even harm me. But my spell also makes him obey my every command. So I told him to calm down and he did. Then I told him not to think, so he didn't. Sure, he still looked troubled and sad. I thought his pouting was cute.

My bully - Kirk - was furious with me, yelling and screaming in his new, high-pitched, girly voice like a total bitch. He threatened to kill me if I didn't change him back into a boy RIGHT THEN ... but I didn't

He's not my boss anymore, except in the bedroom, so I don't HAVE to get his coffee anymore if I don't want to. But you know what? Sometimes I like to buy him coffee and bring it to his office. For old times sake. Besides, it's kind of hot when he takes me from behind while I'm bent over his desk.

Do you see what I mean? Just thinking about the man he used to be made him horny and eager to be under a man all over again. But the best part? He's only attracted to misogynist assholes just like him. Ironic, isn't it? The misogynist prick that's addicted to misogynist's pricks!

I think my favorite part of the #SlutCurse I cast on my ex-husband is how confused my pretty little Bobbi gets when he remembers that he used to be a man. He can't quite bridge the gap in his tiny little mind between the man he was and the slutty, eager cum dumpster I've turned him into.

Ah! So THAT'S how we got Sam Wilson, the current version of Cap! He rescued a genderbent Steve Rogers, then turned a grateful Stevie into a slut for BBC! I'm assuming some villain used the Super Slut serum on him, BBC variant. A whole multiverse of Sam Wilson's must love seeing Stevie on her knees!

But you know what? After "assisting" my boss with lots of hot, dirty sex when no one was looking - blowjobs under his desk, discrete handjobs in meetings, fucking on his desk, in the supply closet, on the copier - he left his wife and married me! #TrophyWifeLife #ThankYouFemadol