Jons dreaming mind picked up the wish as his body changed to accomodate the new reality. He dreamt of a tribe of muscular, amazonian women capturing him and making him their slave. They put him in a hut and forced him to service them as they saw fit, which included a lot of weird things he only half-remembered.
The last girl to come in to his hut looked different, though. She was more masculine than the others, yet she reminded him strangely of Karyn. The amazon-Karyn walked over to the naked Jon and forcefully put a dogs collar around his neck before forcing him down on his knees. She motioned for him to get down on all fours as she walked behind him, spreading his legs, and could feel her go down on her knees behind him. Something hard pressed against his asscheeks, and he knew that the person behind him was not a woman. That he was the woman here now. The shock of the penetration sent him back to the waking world.
Joan could feel the cold breeze over her bare ass. The feeling of the g-string, and of having her ass filled by an alien object, was unfamiliar, yet at the same time felt vaguely right. She groggily sat up, and found that she lay at the base of a fairly large bed, a sleeping figure above her which she recognised as Master.
Panic welled up in her as her arms went first to her crotch, and then to her neck. The fear was confirmed by a glance in the mirror. Before her stood a petite blond woman, with shoulder-lenght hair and small, perky breasts, clad only in a g-string and that strange collar. Understanding what had happened, what Karyn must have wished for, she broke down and fell to the floor, almost in shock. There she lay, almost motionless, sobbing quietly until dawn. She suddenly remembered that she had to wake Master. She knew how he liked to be awakened.
The thought sickened her. She was a man, not a weak female slave. But her body reacted quite differently to the thought. She could feel a warmth spreading between her tighs, a dampness in her empty crotch. Her mind battled the lust, but for every passing second the arousal grew. After seconds that felt like hours, she caved in and crawled up in bed and under the sheets. She snaked her way in between Masters legs until she felt her prize touch her brow. By this time, her earlier disgust had completely evaporated. Joan slid her face over the already hard member, until her tongue touched the base of it and she licked her way to the top, savouring the taste of Master. She slid the head in between her lips, and felt a delicious tingling sensation down her spine.
