Medallion of Zulu - Animated GIF - Could Have Been Worse...

 

The burglar slammed the door shut, leaving Nico sitting there, tape-gagged, wrists bound to a pipe beneath the sink. Yes, that could have been even worse... He was in his favorite "borrowed" female form, after all. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Hell, that burglar could have had his way with Nico and then killed him...

Instead, he just overpowered and bound Nico. Robbed his apartment. Including the lock box Kyle kept on top of his dresser. The one he bought JUST to keep the Medallion of Zulu safe while he was transformed. That burglar just picked it up and carried it would with Nico's PS5, Switch 2, lap top, cell phone...

Now, Nico had no way to change out of his favorite "borrowed" female form. He had no legal standing as this woman. From what he had read online about previous users of the Medallion of Zulu, his options were limited and grim... Try to get a fake ID. Work a job that wouldn't look too closely at his past... a strip club if he was lucky, prostitution if he wasn't... 

Before he could even get to that, he needed someone to come find him. Since he had found the Medallion, he spent all of his free time home alone transformed. Social life, gone. His job would miss him when he didn't show up...tomorrow morning...but would they do more than simply call him? On the phone he no longer has? How many days would it be until someone actually comes here to check on him? Would ANYONE come at all?

He just stared at the door...hoping, praying that someone...anyone...might come... 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Go Get Help

 

One moment, Randy was in his office break room getting a cup of coffee. The next, well...

After a brief moment of darkness, he found himself in a barn. A gag, collar, and leather corset all locked on. A clearly female body beneath. Panic set in. He tried to run toward an open door, but immediately fell over from the high-heeled "BDSM"shoes locked to her feet that forced her onto her tiptoes.

 "Mmm! MMPH!" Two other similarly bound women in horse stalls called out to him. Unlike him, however, they were both chained to the wall. 

"WAAAHHHH!!" a man who had collapsed to the ground a few feet away cried out. He just kept screaming and crying like a baby.  

Randy blinked a few times, trying to come to his senses. Seeing if he could wake up from what was clearly a nightmare.

"MMPH! NGHHH!" the other two women shouted into their gags as they tried unsuccessfully to escape their chains.

Hands thankfully free, Randy dug through the crying man's pockets but found no pad lock keys. He did, at least, find a car key. He held it up to the other two women and then did his best "drive to go get help" charade. He could tell they were nervous to see him leave, but this was their best chance of actually getting out. 

Unable to walk, he crawled on his hands and knees to the car parked in front of the barn, then pulled himself up into the drivers seat. He peeled down the dirt driveway onto a road and realized that he was very far from his city home. 

Flat farmlands as far as the eye could see spread out in every direction. Randy tried to tug at the locks as he drove, but all of them held tight. He also tried to loosen the corset, but it too was locked in place. Feeling overwhelmed, and having difficultly breathing in the bondage gear, he pulled over in front of a seemingly empty house and opened the door to get some fresh air.

"Mmhmmhmm..." he began to cry. "MMHMMMM!" he tried to scream, but it too was completely muffled.

What had happened? Who was this woman? Where was his body? 

...and did he remember how to get back to the farm to help the others?

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

Halloween Horror - Sadistic Choice...

 

Carson walked into his home after a long day of work and nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see. He froze as he saw his wife, Carolyn, bound to a chair, gagged with tape, and a strange woman holding a knife to her throat. 

"Isn't she such a beaut?" the unknown redheaded woman began as she twirled Carolyn's hair. "Tape yourself up or I'm going to slice this pretty little throat to her fucking spine!" She tossed the tape to Carson and kicked a chair toward him. "Aww, don't cry! Never let them see you cry..." Her voice turned from sweet to psychotic in an instant. 

 Carson was powerless, scanning around the room but finding nothing that could help as he watched the woman hold the knife close to his wife's throat. Both watched as he first tied each ankle to the front legs of the chair, then taped his left hand to the arm of the chair. "I'll finish," the woman cut in, satisfied that Carson was sufficiently bound to take the knife away from Carolyn's neck. She taped his other hand to the chair and then taped over his mouth. Carolyn could only look on, crying, helpless...

"Now that I have both of your attentions, there are some things you need to know about your wife..." the woman began, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. She winced as she took her first gulp. "Even beer tastes awful now..." she mumbled to herself, but continued to drink it. "Your wife isn't really Carolyn Brooks...at least, not the real one," she began to explain. "We were partners in a big scam. She was originally Jonathan Tucker and I...was Keith Anderson. Yep, both guys. Now they call me 'Kelly'..." Carson looked from her over to Carolyn, who could only hang her head.

"We'd made millions, but the authorities were close...it was time to get out..." Kelly continued. "We had this idea...body swapping technology had just come out. We had some underground contacts. We could switch bodies...lay low for a while...then come back for better bodies. Neither of us wanted to be women...at least, I sure didn't..." She finished her beer then went to get another. "But we'd definitely be off their radar. So we did it. Stashed our money, swapped, lived these lives for a bit..." She picked the knife back up and rested it on a crying Carolyn's shoulder. "But this fucking cunt... had a change of heart!" She made a small cut on Carolyn's jaw, drawing blood. "Maybe she always wanted to be a chick. Maybe it was because she met you. I don't know. I don't care. But she fucking backstabbed me!" Kelly chugged the beer and then broke the bottle over Carolyn's head while Carson shouted into his tape gag and pulled helplessly at his bindings.

"She turned me in exchange for immunity! Since I was illegally swapped, they 'swap locked' me. I'll always be a chick now... Got '25 to Life' and, since I used to be a man, they put me in a men's prison," Kelly explained. "Do you know what I had to do to survive in there like this? Hundreds of dirty inmate cocks in every hole! My ass and pussy are so blown out they're barely separate holes anymore! All while this fucking cunt gets to play the 'happy housewife' and only take one cock!? Well, that's over now..."

Kelly took the knife and moved it over to Carson's throat. "I escaped...turns out they don't watch the tiny little woman all that closely. Been on the run for a little while. Stealing what I've needed. Then...I found you. Now I'm going to give you a choice! Him...or you..." Carolyn was bawling into her gag, tears streaming down her face. "Or, there's a third option. You'll both 'live'...but since I'll never have a cock again or even get pleasure from my pussy, neither will either of you!" Both Carolyn and Carson reacted strongly to that, but their bindings held. "You're choice Jonathan! Or Carolyn! Or whatever the fuck! Choose which throat I slash, or I start slashing you both 'downstairs'! Tick tock!"

Halloween Horror - Trafficked

 

"Don't go alone." That was the cardinal rule of the online body swapping community you found regarding the Underground Swap Clinic. Desperate to become a woman but unable/unwilling to pay the exorbitant Swap Clinic prices, going "underground" was looking better all the time. You found another in the community who lived close to you and, following the rule, you decided to go together.

The selection of bodies was great. You were both able to find young, pretty women among the options to swap with. You watched cautiously as he swapped and dressed. The (the new) "she" did the same for you. You both paid and walked out, excited about your new lives as women, feeling safe once you were outside. 

However, shady illegal groups do shady illegal things. You were apparently followed, your car run off the road, and the two of you were captured and sedated...

An unknown amount of time later, you were both shaken awake in the back of a van as it went over bumps in the road. Bound tight with tape, your new breasts bouncing over the bumps, terror setting in as the drugs wore off...

Were you being sent to a brothel? Back to the underground swap clinic to be swapped again? Maybe "parted out" even? Whatever it was to be, it wouldn't be the life you imagined for yourself after finally becoming a woman...

Halloween Horror - Chosen Carefully

 This one goes out to Christian, hope you enjoy!

Halloween Horror - Body Count

 

Good Gurls Rehab - Animated GIF - Futile

 

"It's futile, you know," Maggie announced/gloated as she walked in her brother-turned-sister Masie (formerly Mason). "One more slip up and it's another year added to your sentence. And I'm going to make sure I report anything I see."

Masie just ignored her, focusing on applying her makeup despite her..restriction. 

"Did you hear me? Another year! And then you'll be on like triple probation! You might never go back to being a guy!" Maggie, irritated at the lack of response, continued. "Your drool is going to mess up your makeup and probably stain your dress! That's a definite violation! Hey!" She moved right up next to Masie.

Masie capped her lip pen, gave glancing side eye to her sister, and then went to leave the room.

"Why aren't you pissed off!?" Maggie finally shouted in frustration. Masie stopped, briefly turned toward Maggie, gave a feminine shoulder shrug, and then continued on.

Mason was your classic high school jock. A multi-sport star with the cliched "all the girls want him, all the guys want to be him" in full effect. After making his way through several of the most "popular" girls in his class, word got back to one of their fathers. Despite her being fully consenting, she played the victim card to get out of trouble and her father, a lawyer, did everything he could to take Mason down. They went to the other girls he slept with and, despite all being fully consenting, a few were willing to say otherwise to save their reputations. Mason was looking at expulsion and legal trouble on top of it...had their school not signed a deal with Good Gurls Rehab. 

Mason would now be "Masie" for the next five years, essentially his last year of high school and all four of college. But he had no choice...

Maggie loved to see him suffer. The shy, artsy little sister, she wanted to see her new "sister" (and all men really) taken down a few pegs. She would sneak into Masie's room and tighten all of her bras. She'd put Masie's "air dry only" dresses into the dryer so that they'd shrink. She even took all of Masie's tampons and pads out of her purse during her first period. But somehow, Masie took it all in stride and avoided breaking any of the rules of her GGR probation, driving Maggie crazy.

Finally, Maggie resorted to drastic measures. She swiped Masie's phone and made a whole bunch of posts to her social media accounts blasting GGR and saying how awful it was to be a woman. When Masie's probation officer found out, he ordered that she be "gagged" for a week. Despite being completely innocent, Masie knew that protesting wouldn't help her cause, so she again accepted this punishment.

As Masie walked out of the house...bra too tight, dress too small, drool dripping from her gag...Maggie gave chase and started shouting. "Listen here you fucking cunt! You need to suffer! You need to learn your lesson! I'm going to make sure of it! I'll make it look like you broke all of the rules, just like I did on your phone! You'll be a woman for the rest of your fucking life if I have anything to do with it!"

Maggie realized moments too late that, standing just a few feet ahead of Masie, was Masie's probation officer. "Well..." he began, crossing his arms while Masie shot her sister a sly look. "Impersonation? Tampering with a patient's punishment? Those are serious offenses..." He scanned a stunned-silent Maggie up and down. "You know, GGR takes in female patients as well. Let me guess... you're the 'artsy' type? Loose clothes? Bralette? No makeup? Well, with your admission of guilt, I'm going to enter you into the program as well. I'm thinking... the 'Barbie Doll' treatment. Dyed blonde hair. Daily makeup. Pink dresses. Push-up bras. Frills, lace...high heels..."

"N...no no...No! I wasn't...I was only joking! I didn't really..." Maggie stammered.

"Yep, one year of that," he confirmed then looked toward Masie. "As the victimized party, do you accept this treatment as punishment?" Masie eagerly nodded. "Good, then it's settled. And oh, let's get that gag out since you weren't actually in violation of your probation..."

After taking a moment to stretch her jaw, Masie turned toward her trembling sister. "You're going to pay for fucking with me..."

Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - The Cavalry

 

"Wait! Wait!" Crystal pleaded as she was led into the manager's office by her leash, hands bound. "This isn't what I signed up for! I'm supposed to be a 'transport' girl only!"

The manager pulled out a gag and moved to put it into Crystal's mouth. "Read the fine print of your contract, babe," she began as she inserted the gag. "We can 'call up' any girl on the roster if there's greater than usual demand. We just got a surprise bachelor party and they want to do a lot more than ride around in chariots. Don't worry, you look lovely, you'll do just fine..."

As she grabbed Crystal's leash and led her toward the bachelor party waiting in the lobby, Crystal was filled with dread. She knew something like this was a possibility, but couldn't believe it was actually happening...

Formerly Chris, he badly wanted to be a woman but couldn't afford a good body at the Swap Clinic. However, there were some "sponsor" programs in place to help guys like him. They'd pay for the swap, then he'd work off the debt on weekends at the sponsor's business. Being a ponygirl at a "brothel farm" didn't seem like to bad of an option, so Chris agreed and soon became Crystal. Being a woman was everything she had hoped, though every weekend for the next two years would be full of hard work.

"Alright boys, I've called up 'the cavalry', haha," the manager joked as she led Crystal into the room. "This one has never been worked in this way, so be gentle with her, would ya?"

Crystal swallowed hard as the guys from the bachelor lined up for turns with her...

Medallion of Zulu - Animated GIF - In the Closet

 

 

"Just throw her in the closet...heh, a lesbian in the closet, get it?" one of the robbers joked as the other firmly bound and gagged Tristan. 

Tristan thrashed and twisted, but was easily overpowered by the much larger man who expertly tied the ropes. "HMM! NGH!" he grunted into the gag to no avail. Once tied, the robber picked him up and dropped him into Ashley's closet. "MMMNNGHHH!!" he shouted as the door closed. He fought and shooked, but the ropes were sturdy and tight. Tears began to flow down his eyes...

Tristan and Ashley were neighbors who became best friends at a young age. She was a classic tomboy, even after developing into a beautiful young woman. He had a crush on her for as long as he could remember, but she came out as a lesbian, dashing those hopes, though not their friendship.

Still, Tristan yearned to get closer to her and an opportunity presented itself. While bussing a table at the restaurant where he worked, he found an odd medallion left behind on the seat. He threw it in his pocket and didn't think much more about it until after his shift. Despite its simple appearance, he could feel a power within and decided to look it up online. That's when he learned that he had the legendary Medallion of Zulu and read about how it worked. With Ashley's annual family vacation coming up, he knew exactly what he wanted to do...

A longtime friend and neighbor, he had a key to their house. Once they were gone, he snuck inside and up to Ashley's room. He stripped down and picked a pair of her panties out of her dresser drawer. He put them on along with the medallion and...

"Oh my god...wow...just..." he stammered in Ashley's voice, marveling at her nearly naked form in the mirror. Her body was as amazing as he always imagined. While she, obviously, didn't have that many feminine articles of clothing, he still loved dressing up in what she did have an enjoying her body. He remembered her telling him that her parents' bathroom had a removal shower head and Tristan made sure to enjoy it thoroughly...

However, it seems that word about her family vacation got out and the two robbers showed up expecting the place to be empty. Tristan was easily overpowered and now sat here, facing the consequences of his actions, in Ashley's closet, in a copy of Ashley's body. The medallion was just laying on her dresser, and Tristan knew they would likely steal it, leaving him stuck as Ashley's twin.

However, he wasn't sure which possible outcome was more terrifying - being left in this closet for the rest of Ashley's family's trip...or the robbers coming back for him, bound and helpless...

GGR - Animated GIF - Payback

 

"Yeah! How do you feel now, huh!?" Pam barked from behind while thrusting away with a strap-on.

"Ngh! MMGH! ROO ITCHK!" Harriet shouted, badly muffled by the gag.

"You harass all the women!" Pam continued between thrusts. "You sleep around! You take them for drinks and take advantage of them! Well this is for all the women of the office!"

Harry was the company's greatest salesman, he brought in what everyone else did combined... but also had the classic attitude that came with it. All women were his for the taking, and take them he did. Whether it was inviting them out to drinks after work or getting the drunk while on a business trip, he had them all eventually, and his status meant their complaints fell on deaf ears. 

Then the CEO's college-aged niece joined as an intern. Harry didn't know who she was, simply that she was a gorgeous woman he hadn't slept with yet. When she made it clear she wasn't interested in going out for a drink with him, he didn't take no for an answer. The next day, he set up a meeting between just the two of them...and if she wanted to keep her job, she'd have to blow him. Instead, she called her uncle, who sent security to the room.

Harry was no longer untouchable. In fact, he might be looking at criminal charges in addition to being fired. But the company had just partnered with GGR and they offered a solution instead - he'd keep his job, be transformed into a woman for five years, and his sales commissions would be split among his victims during that time. Harry had no choice but to accept, and soon became Harriet.

Her former victims loved teasing her and were always quick to report any rules violations. But it wasn't enough for Pam, a fellow saleswoman. He got her blackout drunk a few years ago, had sex with her, and got her pregnant. She had it aborted, but it still ruined her long-term relationship. She had an even better idea for payback...

On their next sales trip, she hired a couple of local men to bind and gag Harriet in her hotel room. Pam then arrived with all manner of sex toys. 

"How does it feel? How does it feel, huh?" Pam asked rhetorically.

"GNAGGHH!" Harriet snarled into the gag, her still unfamiliar new hole being violated over and over by Pam's massive dildo. 

Pam thrusted hard and shoved it deep within Harriet. "And if you ever even think of telling someone about this,  I'll say you're still harassing us and I know the other women will back me up. How does a lifetime as a woman sound?" She withdrew and then resumed her hard fucking.

Tears were streaming down Harriet's face. This is the payback she deserved...

Swap Clinic - Belonging