You aren’t quite sure what’s drawing you to meeting her, why did you ever think that a dating app was the answer? No matter how much you doubt yourself you are driven to meet her. There is something about her. You feel as though you must. You arrive, nervous, no more than that. You find yourself unable to articulate, unable to gather your thoughts, compelled to do just as she says. She coerces you into the women’s bathroom. There you find yourself bending to her will. The little voice within your head quietening until it’s gone entirely. Only to be replaced by her, her demands, her commands. With waning will you fail to resist her instructions to put on her little black dress. When you do, it feels strange. Pleasurable verging with pain. You begin to change. In shock you watch as your body changes, she laughs as your breasts grow. This must be a dream. Well if it is, why argue when she encourages you to receive him like a woman? After all, hasn’t every man wondered what they would do with their very own pussy for a day, the ability to look down at a pair of their own tits. What it is to feel a huge cock between her legs. It’s only a dream after all. Isn’t it?