"Um, like, I've got a question," Tammy said. "Is it true that you wear G-string panties?"
The mayor wanted to say "no", but that's not what came out of his mouth.
"Yes, that's correct. I love wearing skimpy and revealing underwear."
What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he say what he wanted to say? Suddenly, his thoughts were diverted as he felt something happening in his pants.
Oh no, not again! he panicked in his mind.
He felt his underwear shrinking and his pants becoming tighter. Why were his pants getting tighter? He turned and looked at his behind and was shocked to see that his butt was getting bigger, like a woman's butt. Then his attention was diverted once again as he felt something happening to his penis. He could feel it getting smaller and smaller, until he couldn't feel it anymore. It was obvious that he was severely disturbed by what was happening, but he could only panic in his head, for some reason. He looked down at his crotch and saw that there was no bulge there. He couldn't tell just by looking, but he had a feeling that the reason he could no longer feel his penis and balls was because he had no penis or balls. He felt the fabric of his underwear pull tight against the crack of his very round, soft, and plump butt and the smooth front of his ... what? His vagina? He shuddered, thinking about that. He didn't know how any of this was possible, but it was clear now that someone or something was trying to turn him into a woman.
"Like, I have a question, Ms. Mayor," the second bimbo reporter asked.
No! No more questions! Whenever one of you asks me something ... the mayor yelled in his head. He was panicking so much, though, that he didn't even notice that she called him "Ms. Mayor".
But it didn't do any good. The bimbo reporter asked her question anyway. "Is it true that ..."
