Say goodbye to your manhood, Rex

Rex walks outside, and you decide to follow him. He stops near a bench around the corner, out of sight from most of the people walking to and from their cars. He reaches into his pocket for his cell phone and begins dialing a number.

After quickly typing in some commands on your reality-altering device, you walk boldly up behind Rex. You shove him hard in the back, nearly causing him to trip over the bench next to him.

Angrily, Rex spins around and glares at you. When he realizes it is YOU that shoved him, he laughs. �Oh, little Yvette thinks she�s tough now, huh? You still fight like a little girl.�

Rex extends his right hand and points a finger at his palm. �Money. Gimme. NOW.�

�Hmmm . . . nah, not today,� you reply coyly. �And my name is Evan.�

�Give me your money NOW, you little sissy!� Rex growls, flexing his large biceps.

�No, Rex, YOU are the sissy now,� you say with a sly grin.

With the touch of a single button, the device carries out a series of commands you had programmed in minutes ago. Rex�s body and clothes start undergoing changes. You watch as his body becomes smaller. His arms and legs lose the muscle he had built up in the weight room and become smooth, soft, and VERY feminine. His dark hair becomes long, curly, and bouncy. His lips take on a sexy, pouty appearance. Long lashes grow around his now-aqua blue eyes. His jeans, t-shirt, shoes, socks, and even underwear all change into feminine attire. Within a matter of seconds, the new female Rex is wearing a pretty white blouse, a short navy blue skirt, light tan pantyhose, and blue heels. Makeup appears on his (or rather, �her�) face as if by magic. You can vaguely see an outline of a white bra through Rex�s blouse.

�What happened?� Rex asks in a breathy, but frightened, female voice. Now a female, she looks down at her new clothes and is surprised at what she sees.

�Like I said, you�re the sissy now,� you tell Rex with a laugh. You cannot help admiring your handiwork as your eyes run from the pair of boobs seemingly popping out of Rex�s blouse down to her curvy waist and silky legs. �In fact, I think I�m going to make you my girlfriend.�

�What are you talking about?� Rex demands, her voice causing you to start feeling a little hard. �Are you gay, Evan?�

Chuckling, you type in a few more commands on your device. A long mirror materializes out of thin air in front of Rex. �Take a good look,� you tell Rex.

Rex stares at her reflection in shock and disbelief. Looking around to make sure no one else is watching, she squeezes her tits. They are real, all right. She reaches up her skirt to find out if a certain male appendage is still attached and does not find it.

�You�ve got to be kidding,� Rex gasps.

�No, I�m not,� you reply darkly. �It�s over, Rex. You�re never pushing me around again.� With a laugh, you add, �You might say I�m the one wearing the pants now.�

You type in some more commands. A blank expression comes over Rex�s pretty face. �I have to make sure you don�t try to run away on me,� you explain. You command Rex to follow you to a more private place.

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So much for Rex's old life

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