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Me Thinks thou protests too little....
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A quick idea I made for one of the haven girls.
The bitter sting of betrayal festered for months underneath Chelsea's vapid facade. Eventually, the hurt faded as the femininity forced upon her by the curse became normal. Everyday the faux girl had to swish and mince about like some silly, empty-headed thing. And yet, it didn’t bother her.
No matter how much she struggled, her body demanded that she wear tight, revealing dresses that bordered on the obscene. To add to the humiliation, her new personality preferred to wear sky scraper heels that forced her ass to wiggle with each girlish step she took. Somehow it quickly ceased to be an issue for Chelsea.
Being robbed of her love for sports should have annoyed the former male, but it didn’t. It was easier to concentrate on all the things this body loved; makeup, money, fashion, handsome men and the trappings of wealth. The high maintenance demands of her new lifestyle and appearance demanded money and she found a number of sugar daddies willing to pay for the privilege to plow a vivacious little tart like her. Weekly salon visits, shopping trips, jewelry, an upscale loft and gym memberships were all paid for by sleazy men who pawed at her curves and used her body. None of it bothered Chelsea anymore. These days only one thing ate at Chelsea’s soul.
The fact that she was loving every moment of her punishment.