As Jen came down, she had that moment of clarity that people often do right after an orgasm. She looked at herself and what she was pulling out of her mouth and had a moment of disgust. Even if she was horny and a girl, she was still doing this in a janitor's closet with a douche from the basketball team.
"Damn," Doug breathed. "That was the bes..."
"Doug," Jen said. "Stop talking."
Doug's mouth closed in surprise. Jen stood up and pulled her bra and blouse back on. She saw Doug hadn't moved yet, his limp dick hanging from his jeans.
"Doug, put all your clothes back on, then stand there quietly."
Doug did so, confused as to why he this was happening, but still recovering from an epic orgasm that was leaving him slow of thought.
Jen wiped at her chin and tried to fix her hair in the mirror she had pulled from her pocket before. Nothing seemed to help her sex hair. "Jen, be as clean as if you just stepped out of the shower. Jen, style your hair back to normal." She watched as her hair readjusted and fell into place and her mouth and knees cleaned up. Doug's eyes widened.
Now she had to deal with Doug. She gave it a moment's thought, and decided to be nice to him - it wasn't his fault after all - but not too nice.
"Doug, at the end of basketball practice, you will go to the locker room and shower like normal. Doug, you will turn into an attractive female version of yourself when there is only you and one other boy left in the locker room. Doug, you will suck this boy's dick until he orgasms and you will enjoy it. Doug, you will stay in your female form until you are alone on your way home."
This wasn't a punishment or anything. Jen just wanted to mess with him a little bit.
"Doug, leave this closet, return to class, and forget everything that occurred while you were in here."
Doug left the closet immediately, shutting the door behind him. Jen cracked the door and watched him leave. He hesitated a moment, but then walked off as if he was coming from the bathroom.
