"Well this has been more fun that I imagined when I first heard about it..." Carl announced as he came out of the hotel room bathroom and began collecting his scattered clothing.
"At least someone is enjoying this..." Ariana grumbled as she tugged her tight skirt into place.
"Uh, you sure looked like you were 'enjoying' it too," Carl countered playfully as he picked up his underwear and stepped into them.
"I'm...making the best out of a shitty situation," she mildly corrected herself. Satisfied as she could be with her attire, she reached into her purse and pulled out some makeup for a touch-up.
"Well I'll gladly keep helping you to 'make the best' out of this," Carl added as he rounded the bed to find his pants, giving her a light slap on the ass as he moved by.
"Look, no one can find out about this or it's over," Ariana paused to warn. "And when I'm switched back, we never speak of this again."
"When you're switched back?" Carl began as he put on his pants. "You harassed every woman in the office and fucked like half of them...a few under maybe not totally consenting circumstances, like after the holiday party..." Ariana glared at him in the mirror. "You got what, five years? And those early fuck-ups with your attire got you two more already? Dude...I think it's time you consider that you'll never go back. Even if you really keep it together, after seven years, you'll be in your 40s by the time you're a guy again..."
"Stop! Alright! I get it!" she shouted to cut him off. "Maybe I like the delusion or something, I don't know. But I need something to look forward to...it's fun in the moment. I do get horny. But after I get...fucked in pussy by a dude's cock...I feel disgusted for a while. This isn't me, this isn't right. But I'm fucking stuck this way...due to my own actions, I can admit...but it still fucking sucks. So if you want to keep 'helping me make the best out of this', you'll shut the fuck up about it and never bring it up again, got it?
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