"Jon, Jon, Jon," Sarah said through her evil grin.
Jon? That's right, thought Satina, she had been Jon. The memories seemed to come to her from a long distance, as if they were something she'd been told as a girl, or something she'd read in a story once. How long ago was it that she was that boy? She tried to imagine being anything other than she was then, a hot over-sexed woman, but she failed.
"All you had to do were the four simple tasks I gave you, Jon, and you couldn't even do that!"
Satina didn't see the slap coming, but she sure felt it after. Something in her wanted to protest, but she knew she deserved it. Sarah was, after all, in charge. Satina had tried to get to the fourth club to give the blowjob, but the fates just seemed to prevent her from doing it. There were no excuses, though, when it came to Sarah.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," Satina said in a meek voice, "I've let you down."
Sarah laughed. Not a warm laugh, but a deep, wicked one that sounded strange from her sweet soprano voice.
"Well, maybe I'll give you a break anyway," Sarah waved her hand and Satina felt a wave of energy pass over her. From her long blonde hair to her tiny high heeled feet, Satina felt wave after wave wash through her body. She felt dizzy. She felt confused. She felt like...
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Yelled Jon as he teetered on the high heels, his masculine body squeezed into Satina's red satin dress.
"Welcome back, Jon," Sarah snickered, "Now, we have the matter of the blowjob that you didn't finish last night. I can't just let that slip, now can I? Since you failed in your task to visit the fourth club, today you can..."
