"Alright, test one, test two..." the stablehand announced as he gave the reigns a couple of tugs. The dildo pressed delightfully against the back of Annabelle's throat. She couldn't hide her smile and let out a little giggle as the sensation turned her on. "Hmm, a few hours of this and we'll see if your still smiling..." the coachman commented as he checked her hands, shackled securely to her harness near her waist. He glanced up at her as he gave her tail butt plug a quick swat, watching as squirmed and winced.
Formerly Adam, he desperately wanted to become a woman at the Swap Clinic but couldn't come close to affording it. He checked the Swapified ads regularly and, one day, saw that a place near him was sponsoring swaps in exchange for "manual labor". He applied and was swiftly accepted to his great delight. He'd get to be swapped with a woman and, in return, would spend every weekend for the next five years working at a "fetish ranch". Now "Annabelle" (chosen by the ranch administrator), she would start off as a ponygirl, carting guests around the expansive grounds. It was tough work, but at least it wasn't a fully sexually job, and she still got the other five days a week to enjoy being a woman.
Not too bad for a weekend gig.
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