Jen struggled as the man who had seized her held her in his arms. Bad enough that she was restrained, but it had to be by a man, too? He probably thought he was within his right to do this because he was bigger than she was, because he had a dick swinging between his legs. She rolled her eyes, especially since he was barely clothed. He was only wearing boxer briefs which were clinging to him, not leaving much to the imagination. Also fucking disgusting behavior. Not that his apparent leader was any better.
Tiffany Sanders stood before them, making out with another muscular guy. She barely even seemed aware that they were there. He was groping her, squeezing her ass and chest as they continued with their PDA. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and sighed, then turned toward the captured feminists. She was only in her underwear and was heavily made up, and the way her lipstick shined... it reminded Jen of Lisa's necklace.
"Well, isn't this fun?" Tiffany asked, strutting over toward Lisa. She was walking with an exaggerated sway that kept every guy's attention glued to her ass. Jen rolled her eyes again. "We were hoping to increase our numbers. Everyone is so tense, and... we think the world would be better if people made love, not war, you know?" she asked, winking and giggling.
Lisa spat, glaring at Tiffany. "You're fucking disgusting! Relenting to men and letting them use your body. Let us go and maybe I'll let you become enlightened lik-" she was cut off as Tiffany leaned in and kissed her, tongue slipping inside Lisa's mouth. Lisa looked horrified, but only for a moment. She quickly gave in and seemed to start enjoying it. Her hair, which was in a short ponytail, grew quickly enough that it snapped the hair tie and let it fall to her shoulder blades. Her clothes changed from the dark green long sleeved top and cargo pants to a light green set of lingerie. Her body might have changed a bit, but it was hard to tell given how she had dressed herself before. Finally, her necklace cracked, then shattered. As it did, Jen felt her mind revert. She no longer felt the intense hatred for men. Now, she was just conflicted about being a girl.
Tiffany broke the kiss and Lisa huffed, looking bewildered. The man loosened his grip on her and she turned toward him, grinned, and leaned in to kiss him. The man reacted in kind, hand going to her ass and chest as they started groping at each other. Jen watched in horror as Tiffany made her way down the line of captured former feminists, each one having similar reactions. When she reached Jen, she stopped and looked her over.
"I don't recognize you," Tiffany said.
"I'm Jon Gibson," Jen said. "Or, I was I guess? It's been a weird day."
Tiffany stuck her lower lip out, making a sad face as she cupped Jen's cheek. "It has, but things will be better now. No needing to worry about silly fighting or anything."
"You think you'll be safe?" Jen asked, trying to pull her head back as though she could prevent the imminent kiss. The guy who was holding her kept her from making any real progress. "That someone won't try to do to you what you just did to Lisa?"
"They might try, but I've made deals. We have Sarah and Biff looking out for us." With that, Tiffany leaned in and kissed Jen. As soon as their lips touched, Jen felt a tingle spread from her lips and through the rest of her body. She wanted to resist, at first, but that resistance quickly died and she gave in, kissing back as Tiffany's tongue slid into her mouth. She could feel the changes, her body shifting slightly as her clothes did the same. She had been right, Lisa had been modified, made sexier. Jen felt her breasts grow, her ass and hips doing the same to give her a perfect hourglass figure. Her clothes merged and reformed, becoming a lacy white negligee with a matching thong as the bottom. Tiffany broke the kiss and Jen was left gasping. Looking down, she could see that her nipples and pussy were barely hidden by her new outfit. Not that she cared much, now.
Her mind, she knew, was different too. Shame and reluctance around sex had disappeared along with her more normal, modest clothes. She realized that in the midst of her kiss with Tiffany, she had leaned back, her ass pressed into the crotch of the guy who had been holding her. His dick strained the briefs he was wearing, wanting so badly to break free and reach her. She wanted that too, honestly. Spinning around, Jen wrapped her arms around the guys neck and started kissing him. She pressed her body into his, helped by him grabbing her ass and squeezing it, then pulling her closer. His dick was so hard, pressed against her barely clothed pussy. It would be so easy to...
"Alright everyone, we should get back. We'll have time for fun once we're home," Tiffany said.
Jen whimpered as the guy lifted his head, out of reach of her attempts to kiss him. She reached down and squeezed his dick through his briefs and caught him smirking. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Want a ride?"
"Yeah I do," Jen said, biting her lip.
He chuckled. "I'm Zach." Jen tilted her head. She recognized him now. Zach Jones. Kind of a class clown, and... now super buff and hot.
"Jen," she said. He leaned down, letting her climb onto his back and he took off, giving her a piggyback ride. With hopefully another different kind of ride to come shortly.
