Jon found himself in a dimly-lit sitting area with a teal sofa framed by two houseplants, adjacent from a large painting depicting--of all things--a unicorn. There was another door on the other side of the room, but when Jon tried the knob, he found it locked. There was nothing to do but sit on the sofa and wait.
He reflexively lifted his skirt and daintily sat down, crossing his legs and smoothing out his skirt as he did so. It was strange how girly his mannerisms had become. Stranger still, he was starting to get used to them. He sat down fully anticipating that he would move like a girl. He was starting to accept that his body was that of a girl's--no matter how much he desired to be freed from this girly nightmare.
He studied the painting as he waited. There was a lot more going on in the scene than he first thought. The unicorn was emerging from a forest and approaching a nude woman sitting on the grass against a rock in the middle of a field. Behind the rock waited two black-clad hunters waiting to slay the unicorn. Poor thing. The woman was the bait.
Well, he supposed that a girl would be a natural lure to something as feminine as a unicorn. They'd be kindred spirits. Still, the unicorn as painted was unusually buff and crude... Combined with the rather phallic horn, there was a strangely masculine bend to the unicorn. And the girl actually looked wary of it, staring with tense apprehension. He realized that the unicorn was actually a monster. This was more of a St. George and the Dragon situation than My Little Pony.
He studied the girl. She was clearly designed for male appeal, and as he was male--no matter how much M.O.O.N. Labs tried to make him appear otherwise--he felt natural attraction. She was pretty sexy, sitting there all vulnerable and worried, her assets clearly visible for anyone who would come along and view her, crossing her legs shyly while you just knew it wouldn't take much to get her to let you spread them apart.
He imagined being in the scene of the painting as his old male self, approaching the girl. He imagined those worried eyes on him, anticipating his seduction. He imagined undressing, revealing a hard cock as thick and long as the unicorn's horn. He imagined her eyes seeming to follow his cock as he approached. As he imagined himself getting near to the girl, he focused on those lovely breasts of hers, just like the breasts he now had.
He looked down at the breasts hanging from his chest. He lifted his hands and cupped them, imagining he'd cup the girl's breasts like this, rub them like he now rubbed his own breasts. She'd moan like his girly moan coming from his own throat. He dropped a hand down between his legs and rubbed his cock through his panties, reflexively touching himself like a girl would.
He closed his eyes and imagined the girl's perspective as she'd look down to see Jon's hand on her breast. Moaning, she looked up to see Jon's huge cock bearing down on her. Her eyes went wide. She was only a virgin! But she knew what she liked. She uncrossed her legs and spread them wide to let that cock in. She licked her lips with anticipation. Maybe... first... she would give it a kiss.
Leaning forward to press her lips to the edge of the cock, she was startled by the sight of a unicorn horn. It was not Jon standing over her... but the unicorn... ready to gore her!
Click!
Jon woke from his fantasy when the inner door audibly unlocked. Shit! He pulled his hands away from his sensitive areas and scrambled to cross his legs and smooth his outfit as the knob turned. His face was hot, and he felt sweaty and could smell his arousal, but he could only hope that whoever joined him wouldn't notice.
The door opened, and Jon's eyes widened as he was introduced to his new family.
