Chaz groans as he regains consciousness, his head pounding like a bass drum. He can barely remember last night’s drunken debauchery with the boys. Gingerly, he cracks open an eye and immediately wishes he hadn’t as the harsh sunlight stabs into his retinas. Rolling over, Chaz immediately catches a glimpse of black ink on the back of his right hand. He squints blearily at it. It’s a simple lotus pattern, not something he would have ever chosen himself. He vaguely recalls stumbling into a tattoo parlor and demanding ink, egged on by his bros. But didn’t they choose something else? Like a bird or a gun or some other stupid shit? “Well fuck, that’s one crazy keepsake from the trip,” he thinks to himself as he hauls himself out of bed, throwing on last night’s clothes and heading out. As he walks down the large hotel lobby, not paying much attention to his surroundings as he hunts for hangover food, a deep voice suddenly cuts through his misery: “You there, boy. Stop!”
To Chaz’s shock, his body freezes immediately in place. An imposing Thai man in a dark tailored suit approaches, his eyes zeroing in on Chaz’s new tattoo and a slow smile spreading across his aristocratic face. “I was told I would find you here, the farang with the mark. You will come with me, quietly. Now!” Chaz responds by telling the guy to fuck off, or at least that’s what he wanted to do. Instead, to his horror, his mouth stays shut as he falls meekly in step behind the stranger: his mind screaming at him to run as his traitorous legs move without his command. Chaz follows wordlessly into a sleek black car, through an ornate gate, across the lobby of a lavish high-rise apartment building and finally into a private elevator that goes directly to a massive penthouse suite. After arriving, the Thai man turns to him with a wicked grin. “Strip,” he commands simply. Chaz tries to protest but his hands are already eagerly shedding clothes, exposing his sun-kissed surfer body. Soon, he is standing naked, his blond hair contrasting with his tanned face, now burning with humiliation.
The powerful Thai man walks around Chaz, peering at him with a critical eye and causing Chaz’s face tto burn even hotter. After he seems satisfied, the man begins barking out commands. “Have smooth dark skin, like the finest Thai silk!” Chaz gasps as his skin shifts to a flawless sun-kissed hue. “Have perky tits, a tiny waist, and a big luscious ass. The perfect Thai hourglass!” Chaz’s flat chest swells into perky breasts. Below, his slender hips flare out dramatically as a plump, juicy booty forms. “Have long silky black hair, the envy of all women!” Chaz’s feels silky ebony hair sprout from head, cascading down past his shoulders. “Have delicate facial features, as cute as the prettiest Thai idols!” Chaz feels his bone structure shifting, leaving him with a doe-eyed feminine face, plump cock-sucking lips, and a pert little nose. “And of course, have a tight little pussy, wet and ready!” Chaz lets out a shocked moan as his cock and balls shrivel away, replaced by a glistening slit, already slick with arousal. Chez wished he could scream. He needed to scream. The businessman smiles in satisfaction at his work. “Much better. You are ready to become the obedient wife for a superior man like myself…” The businessman snaps his fingers. “You are free, girl. For now…”
“What the FUCK!?” Chaz shrieks in a feminine voice, falling backwards onto a couch. “Change me back right fucking now, you sick bastard!” But the Thai businessman just smirks.
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