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In the deepest, darkest jungle, in the highlands of eastern Peru, between the Oriquito and the Riodoso rivers, on a hill far above the surrounding plains, there was a castle. It was built from hand-carved stone from a quarry on the river, and it took 500 slaves five years to build. Hans stood on the highest turret, peering out over his kingdom. 12 years ago, he had found diamonds, blue diamonds, the largest ever found. He had built his little kingdom out of the sweat from his brow, the sweat of well-paid servants, the sweat of mercenary soldiers, and eventually, the sweat of enslaved villagers from the jungle. He felt proud, justifiably so, he thought - it took an especially clever man to wander into the jungle with 100 bucks and a shovel, and end up with his own kingdom. He had achieved his wildest dreams, except for one. It was time to take a break, it was time to find himself...a woman. Or women. Three or four, he thought, he'd get bored with just one. Sure, he had hired ladies for a night or two, but they didn't love him, they didn't care for him, they only wanted what everybody wanted - his money. Nobody really loved him. "Carlos!" he said. His trusted lieutenant ambled in, chewing a toothpick. "You found the magician?" "I told you I would." Carlos walked in, trailed by a bearded man from the jungle, an ancient man clad only in a loincloth. The man muttered something to Carlos, who relayed on to Hans what he said. "He says he can make any woman fall in love with you, irretrievably, whole-heartedly, in love with you. He says she will be transformed permanently into your loving mistress. About damn time he had a mistress, Hans thought. He deserved it. The wizard muttered again. "What did he say?" said Hans. Carlos said, "He says sometimes the magic doesn't do what you think it will - sometimes it has a mind of its own." "Whatever," said Hans. "We'll see how it works." He began plotting. Where could he find the first lucky girl? Chloe and Donny climbed through the jungle, making their way along a mostly forgotten path along a ridge above the Riodoso river, hacking at branches, and ducking vines along the way. Backpacking their way through the jungle was his idea of a fun spring break, and it was going great, really it was, as hard as it would be to remember that later. Donny said, "Isn't this beautiful? This is the most awesome trip I have ever had - we're going to remember this forever, you know, we'll sit at home someday and wish we were back here in the jungle." "If we ever get home," said Chloe, who was more on the practical side, especially when she was tired of marching through an endless jungle. She pointed at some brown birds running through the bush. "Can we shoot one of those birds for supper?" "No!" Donny said horrified. "Those are rare, Chloe! Hooded tinamous, we can't shoot them." "We got to eat something." "Find some berries, I'm going to see if I can find a hoatzin. I heard its call as we were walking." "Can we eat it?" "No!" "What's the fucking point, then?" "You swear too much. I'll see you in half an hour." And he ran off with his binoculars toward a haunting bird call. Chloe muttered and swore. Why did she always have to be the practical one? Donnie was always dreaming and gallivanting around, damn head in the clouds. She shot one of the tinamous while he was away, and told him it was pigeon when she served dinner that night. Things were going well enough, until they heard a rustle in the jungle ahead of them the next morning. "Probably just a parrot," said Donny, just before three soldiers stepped out the jungle and pointed their guns at his head. Donny and Chloe were snatched by the soldiers, tied up, and dragged kicking and screaming to a castle. Hans stood in front of Donny and Chloe, pacing back and forth, staring lustfully at Chloe, his future wife, his devoted mate; her porcelain skin, her blond, curly hair, her lovely figure calling to him. She will make an excellent wife, he thought, and I'll be devoted to her too, just as I will be to all my wives. She scowled at him. He smiled back at her. "What do you have to say, my love?" "You're a fucking loser and you're a son of a bastard hog," she said, and spat at him. "Oh, Chloe my love, you'll have a better attitude soon, I can almost guarantee it," he said. "We'll be so happy together. I think we should have three, no, four children. Two boys and two girls. And Donny, I'm sorry your girlfriend's going to become my mistress, but just to make up for things, I think I can find you a job, a permanent one. Breaking rocks is a great workout. You'll build up your core strength in no time." He turned to Carlos. "Ready?" he said. Carlos looked at the old man and nodded. The old man raised his staff, and blinding burst of sparkling blue light flew through the air, directly at Chloe's heart, when to Hans' surprise, Donny, who had been silently working his hands free, jumped in front of the blast, taking it directly in his chest. Donny slumped motionless to the floor, smoke wafting up from a blackened hole in his shirt. "Donny? Donny! Are you okay?" shouted Chloe, but he didn't move. Carlos slowly walked over, tapped the (possibly) dead man with his toe, and leaned over to examine him, only to get a punch in the face from Donny. As Carlos fell to the floor, Donny raced towards Hans, tackled him, and knocked his head against the floor with a bang which knocked Hans cold. Donny then snatched the staff from the old man and broke it over his knee. "Sorry, sir," he said to the old wizard man, who was looking crestfallen, "nothing personal." He untied Chloe, and the two ran from the room. They found a back passageway, down in the basement, and fled from the castle into the jungle before any soldiers even knew what had happened. The two lay in the jungle, breathing heavily. "You are the most amazing man I have ever known, the bravest, the greatest - oh my God, Donny. Did it hurt? You must be injured. You saved my life!" She wrapped her legs around him, but he just lay on the ground, stunned. She took his shirt off, and saw no damage except what appeared to be a beautifully handwritten light brown "H" on his chest, as if he had been branded as someone's property. Donny opened his eyes, and looked down at his chest. "I can't believe Hans, can you, Chloe? I mean, he tried to kill you - I think he was trying to kill you. You know, as I think about it some more, maybe he wasn't trying to kill you. The blast, it didn't really hurt that much, come to think of it, it actually felt kind of warm and loving. Like the light entered inside me and made me feel all buzzed and drunk." He giggled, and then shook his head. "But maybe he was trying to kill us. I mean who knows? Hot guys think they can get away with anything." Chloe narrowed her eyes. "I didn't think he was hot, I thought he was kind of ratty looking. Sloped forehead, and little shifty eyes. He creeped me out." "No, no you're wrong, you're misremembering. He was one of the best- looking men I've ever met, Chloe. I wish every man could be as handsome as he is." "You have a concussion, Donny. You don't sound right." "No, I feel fine." "Alright. Well, I'm keeping my eye on you 'cause I think you have a concussion." They had run into the jungle, but Donny suddenly turned around, stood at the edge of a clearing, and peered through the leaves and the fog wafting through the valley. "This is too close! Let's keep moving," said Chloe. "It is not, don't be scared. I bet people think Hans is like this bad boy, but he's not. He could have killed us, but he didn't. I don't even think he was trying to hurt us, I think he was trying to help us." "HE WAS NOT!" "I wish I could look him in his gorgeous blue eyes and tell him I'm sorry for tackling him and knocking his head on the floor. I just didn't, like, understand what kind of man he was." "There's something seriously wrong with you, Donny." She looked at him. He was nervously standing on one foot then the other, scanning the area for Hans. What was wrong with him? If he were just hallucinating, she'd understand. But this was different. "I hope he's okay, do you think he's okay?" said Donny, looking worried. "Let's go, Donny." "What do you think he's doing right now, Chloe?" "Don't know. Don't care. Hopefully bleeding to death." "What do you think he's wearing?" "He's probably in his footie pajamas sucking on his thumb. Or masturbating. He looked like that kind of guy." "Oh my God oh my God oh my God! There he is, look." Donny was looking through the binoculars, and started hopped up and down excitedly. "He's fine, I think. Boy, is he fine. He's not even wearing a shirt, and I can see his muscles from here. I don't think I hurt him." "I hope you did. He's a jackass. A sadistic, moronic shithead." "How can you say that? He's the king of this jungle. He's a stud." Chloe finally dragged Donny back to the tent, which they packed up and then moved to a safer spot deep in the jungle. She ignored his nonsense, and figured he'd back to himself in the morning. The two awoke the next morning, and Donny couldn't wait to tell Chloe about his dream. "I was lying in bed, Chloe, and Hans walked in, looking as handsome as ever. And then he put this, like, tiara, on me, and said 'Alessandra, you are to be my mistress, my queen.' and then I was all buzzing, you know, cause I had no idea I was going to be his queen, and then he laid me down in bed, and I put his royal scepter in my mouth, if you know what I mean..." "That's disgusting, Donny." "It's not disgusting, I'm changing, Chloe, it's evolution! I can feel the jungle changing me. I'm becoming something, or someone else - someone I was meant to be all along. I'm becoming his mistress, the queen of this jungle. Fate brought me here. He's named me Alessandra." "Fuck off!" "I'm serious. My body is being prepared for him, my garden should be fertile this week." "Your garden?" "My vagina - I will be his lover, his mistress, and I will welcome his seed into my garden." "Oh, for God's sake, what is wrong with you? You act like you're possessed or some shit." The truth hit her like a ton of bricks. He was possessed! That curse, that light, that stupid weird old beardy guy - that was a curse! He's become hypnotized to think he's Hans' lover. Her heart suddenly sank as she realized that curse had been meant for her. If he hadn't jumped in front of the bullet, so to speak, she would be lusting after stupid fucking Hans and babbling about his stupid fucking seed in her garden. She shuddered. "You are cursed, Donny! Can't you see? That curse was meant for me, not you! I'm the one who's supposed to be his captive lover, not you." "You will never be his lover!" Donny said with a jealous look. "You cannot be his lover. He blessed me, not you. You may visit our castle, you may come to our wedding, you can look but no other woman will touch him - he is mine forever!" "You know what? Until we get the curse lifted, whenever you think of something to share, just shut up instead, Donny." With that, Chloe walked out of the tent. Donny refused to leave the general vicinity of the castle, so she gathered some berries and fruits, shot a rabbit, and brought it back to the tent, and cooked it, while Donny mooned over Hans. She'd figure out what to do in the morning. Maybe the old man could lift the curse, although Donny had just broken his magic stick, so probably not. Maybe she could find her own crazy old wizard? There had to be more than one in this jungle - it was an awfully big jungle after all. Maybe she could convince him he wasn't destined to be some dickhead's queen. Or maybe she could just leave Donny here in the jungle. Just tell people he got eaten by a jaguar. That might be easier. But she couldn't abandon him, not after he'd saved her life. The next morning, she thought she had gotten up earlier than Donny, and she was rooting through her backpack, looking for her favorite orange sports bra, but she couldn't find it. She couldn't find her blue panties either. She tried to figure out where they could be, and then realized in disgust. "Donny, are you wearing my underwear? He popped out of his sleeping bag, his black hair longer, the orange bra peeking out of his ripped shirt, lipstick on his face, eye shadow outlining his big expressive eyes. "Sorry, Chloe, I just cannot walk around bare-breasted any more - it's not decent, you know what I mean. And I borrowed your makeup too." "You can't wear my underwear." "Do you want my breasts to bounce around all day? Is that what you want? I'll be miserable." "You don't have breasts!" Donny proudly lifted the bra to show his girlfriend that he actually was growing breasts. "Oh fuck's sake." she said. She saw his small breasts on his hairless chest, and realized that the changes he was going through weren't just mental. He was physically becoming a woman. "Do you have a dick any more, Donny? Or is that going away too?" "It will be gone soon, maybe by tomorrow, maybe the next day. I can't present myself unto my king until I am 100% woman." "Yeah, he'd probably freak out if you surprised him with little Donny." "My name is Alessandra now. " "Nope. It's not, your name's Donny. It's on your birth certificate. Show me some photo ID that says Alessandra." "Can I wear your purple bra? This orange one chafes, I don't know how you wear it. And it just looks, I don't know, not like something a queen would wear." "No, the purple one's my favorite. It fits me just right. You'll stretch it." "What do you think the wedding night with Hans will be like, Chloe?" "Not talking to you any more, Donny. We got to go, we got to leave. Come on. This place is going to drive us both batshit crazy." "I'm not going." "Fine." "Fine." Chloe went out hunting and gathering again that day, and brought food back for the two of them. They had a long, silent day, Chloe tired of trying to convince Donny that he was still a male. They both lay in their sleeping bags, staring at the tent. Chloe had no idea what she was going to do - she had anticipated a lot of things, but one thing she hadn't anticipated was her boyfriend transforming into a jungle queen. The next morning, Donny, or honestly Alessandra at this point, got out of her sleeping bed, wearing only a bra and panties. She made an announcement. "My body is prepared for him. I am fully female." And she was - her panties barely covered her smooth crotch and Chloe could see that her former boyfriend's penis had completely vanished. The orange sports bra was becoming too small for her fully grown breasts, and her breasts flowed over the top of the bra. The "H" was now bright pink on her left breast, just above her left nipple. Her black hair had grown down below her breasts, and her bright red lips shone below her big, dark, mascaraed eyes. "He is going to water my garden tomorrow, plant his seed, and deflower me," she announced. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. That doesn't make any sense. You're mixing your metaphors." "Whatever!" Alessandra said, flipping her hair. She stared at the castle, with the main shaft of the tower erected round, tall, and soaring high into the sky, its impressive girth mesmerizing the half-naked woman Donny had become, her breasts gently rising and falling as she breathed. "Even looking at Hans' castle makes me so, so turned on." Chloe laughed at the phallic tower. "He's overcompensating. And what if he doesn't like you? I mean, I don't know, some random chick pops out of the jungle and announces she's his eternal mistress, he might freak out, you know? He might think you're crazy or you're after his money." "He won't. I'm after his heart. And his soul, and the rest of his body too. He might be frightened and confused at first, but my destiny is to be mistress of that castle, and we mistresses have some amazing powers, Chloe. A good one like me can transform even a weak, indifferent lover into a virile, masculine, testosterone-charged powerhouse. Men like that feeling. Do you know what the secret of my powers is?" "Insanity?" "No. I listen to my vagina. A lot of women don't even listen to their body's sexual needs, but I let my vagina run my life, I let its needs control me. If I just listened to my brain, I'd flee the jungle with you right now. Chloe, do you listen to your vagina?" Chloe, pointedly ignoring the question, said, "Donny, is there any man left inside you at all?" "There's going to be a certain man inside me every day. He'll be inside me before the sun has set tomorrow," she said confidently. "I will present myself to him as his slave. The blessing I have been given declares that I am his love slave until he dies." "What happens then?" "What do you mean?" "What happens when he dies? Are you free?" Alessandra bit her lip and looked upset. "Don't even say such a thing. You are soooo morbid. He can never die." "Of course not, of course not. He'll probably live for fucking ever. He'll never die," said Chloe. She saw a glimmer of hope. "God forbid that should ever happen." She looked around the tent. She saw a razor, a rope, and a knife, and she began to plan. Alessandra awoke early in the morning, looking for Chloe, but her ex- girlfriend was already gone. Alessandra bathed naked in a small waterfall, the water cascading over her breasts, down between her legs, rushing over her empty crotch. The future jungle queen was ready to make her debut. Limited by her choice of clothes, Alessandra decided to wear Chloe's gold bathing suit to present herself to her master. It was a one piece, but she made a cut deeply down the front, allowing her beautiful cleavage to peek out the sides. It was cut daringly in back, revealing most of her perfect ass. She sashayed out of the jungle, and straight toward a soldier who stood at the edge of the clearing. The man immediately stopped her, but she told him she must be taken to Hans immediately - it was urgent, she was his lover and she must be reunited with him. The young, thin, boyish guard patted her down and put her in handcuffs. "What's your name, honey?" she said to the guard, who had a blond crew cut. "Rafael," the man said quietly. "Look, lady, I'll take you to Hans, but you have to be careful. You should know he's not safe. He's dangerous, very dangerous." "So am I," said Alessandra with a wiggle of her hips. He led her in cuffs to the castle. The other guards stared at the bombshell in the swimsuit as she was being led through the grass, up the walk, and through the giant gate of the castle. This was the second time in a week she had been captured and taken to the castle - but this time was different. The first time, she had been a captured, miserable man, cowering and awaiting certain death, but this time, she was a triumphant queen, coming to claim her throne. She was blindfolded, taken up a flight of stairs, and placed in a dark room, and her blindfold was removed. Her whole body glowed with anticipation, and suddenly her future husband walked into the room. He was the most gorgeous sight she had ever seen. "Hans, my love!" And had to be restrained from throwing her arms around him by the guards. "Who the fuck are you?" said Hans. "I am Alessandra, queen of the jungle, your future wife, your soul mate, your lover." "I'm sorry?" "We met before once, when I was male, and you laid your blessing upon me, turning me into a woman, transforming me into your love slave forever." "Are you kidding me?" He paused a minute. "Wait, Donny?" "I once went by that name, yes, but I have evolved. Hans, honey, I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you the last time we met. I was such a naughty girl and I know I must be punished." "Oh my God, you really did turn into a woman, didn't you? It worked! Not the way I expected, but you know, this is more interesting than what I had planned." He looked up and down the young, beautiful woman. "Look at this macho man now, all prettified and lusting after me. This will work just fine. Release her cuffs. " The guard did so, and Alessandra rushed to Hans' side. "Why don't I show you our bedroom, Alessandra. We're going to have some good times together. You should know you might be a little sore in the morning." He gave her a smack on the butt. He said to Carlos, "This right here is the new queen of the castle, Alessandra. If she asks you to do something, you do it. She and I are going to have some private time in my bedroom, time to get to know each other." "That sounds wonderful," Alessandra cooed. She took his hand as he led her into the bedroom, and they laid together, quietly, expectantly. He took a tiara he had kept waiting for his queen, and gently placed it on her head. She began to kiss him, and then climbed onto him, straddling him. She lowered her hands down to his hips, and then felt his growing manhood throbbing against her. She giggled. "You can take my clothes off if you want, I'm not shy." He did, sliding the straps of her swimsuit down, revealing her perfect breasts, gently bobbing as she bounced up and down on top of him, feeling his manhood between her legs. He slid the straps further until he could see her wet vagina, waiting, calling to him. "It'll just be a second. I got to go to the bathroom." Hans was, in actual fact, a little nervous about things. What if he peaked too soon? It had been a while since he had been with a woman, and he had some doubts about his performing skills. What if he had this woman in his bedroom and he was only able to last for, like, 15 seconds? What if she was disappointed in him? What if he was too small? What if she told everybody? The bitch might just do that. Maybe this bitch was setting him up - maybe she was plotting to get his money. His manhood started to get a little flaccid. Oh no! What if he couldn't stay erect? What if? He couldn't think about it any more, he had to just do it. The jungle gods had given him a gift, and he couldn't back out now. He walked slowly back toward the bedroom, hesitated for a moment, then felt the slightest breeze from above, and was crushed by a falling chandelier. Alessandra was speechless. She sat, staring into space, not moving a muscle, her mouth open in a silent kind of a scream. Suddenly, Rafael stepped out of the shadows, holding a knife. "Donny, it's me." Alessandra wrapped the sheets around her naked body. "Who?" "Me, Chloe." "What?" "Donny, it's your girlfriend, Chloe! I shaved my head this morning, and snuck up behind one of the guards, tied him up, and stole his uniform. Then and I pretended to be a guard named Rafael and I led you into the castle, then after you got all lovey-dovey with Hans, I cut the rope holding up the chandelier. I saved you. Hans is dead. You're not a love slave any more, you're free from the spell now." Chloe sighed with relief. "I am?" Alessandra looked down at her hard nipples and her still damp vagina, and her swimsuit gathered down around her smooth thighs. She suddenly realized the truth - Hans was an evil, cowardly, ugly, horrible slavedriver. A total loser. A little tinpot dictator who got what he had coming. And probably a terrible lover. He couldn't satisfy her. She had been under a horrible spell, and now the scales had fallen from her eyes - the spell was broken! Or partly broken, at least. She steeled herself, as she waited to transform back into a man. And she waited. There was an awkward pause. "So what happens now, Chloe? Do I turn back into a man?" "I ... think so," said Chloe, scratching her newly shaved head and rubbing the stubble on top of her head. "I don't know. I think what's supposed to happen is you transform back, we leave this shithole forever, and we go back to being good old Chloe and Donny." Carlos came rushing in at that point, startled by the loud crash, and Alessandra pulled up the bed sheets over her mostly naked body. "Is everything okay?" he asked, just before he saw his boss, crushed beneath the chandelier. He sat down and covered his mouth. "My God!" Chloe thought quickly. "Sir, the chandelier fell upon him. But I don't suspect an accident, I suspect foul play. The king is dead and Senora Alessandra is now queen of this castle - I want to you start an investigation - leave no stone unturned - the murderer must be found." Carlos looked at him quizzically. "Who are you?" "Comandante Rafael Pena, sir. From the police station over in Ciudad Riodoso. I was meeting with him a few minutes before he died. I stepped into the other room, and all of a sudden, this happened." Chloe pointed vaguely at the tangled mess in front of her. "We're going to have to a lot of detective work on this one, and I'm going to need a lot of help from you. I trust you, Carlos, I know you're the man for the job." Carlos, shocked, walked out of the door, trying to figure out who killed Hans. Who on earth would want to kill Hans? Everybody, pretty much. It was going to be a long investigation, and Carlos wasn't looking forward to it. That Rafael and Alessandra were up to something, but man, Carlos knew better than to accuse a police captain of a major crime. Maybe he would just take a few days, no, weeks off. Maybe head back to Lima, see his family. After all, he hadn't had a day off in years. Smiling, he walked away. Alessandra and Chloe waited until he walked out of the room, and then stared at each other. Alessandra examined Rafael closely. Now there was a fine man, a kind man, a brave man, a clever man, a man you could devote your life to. Not technically a man, what with his unfortunately female body hidden under his soldier's uniform, but so, so much more of a man than Hans. Then she looked down at her naked breast, and noticed with surprised that the "H" had changed into an "R." She had changed hands, so to speak - she belonged to someone else now. She took her swimsuit completely off, threw it to the side of the bed, and lowered the bed sheets again to reveal her naked glory. "Rafael, why don't you lie in bed with me while we're waiting? Just rest a bit. You must be tired," said Alessandra innocently. Chloe looked at Alessandra's beautiful face, her heaving breasts, her hard nipples, her hairless crotch, and thought, why the hell not? She was tired. She wasn't totally comfortable bedding down with a horny naked woman, but she could use a rest before they set out again - it had been a stressful day. As soon as Chloe slid into bed, Alessandra kissed her old girlfriend right on the lips, and felt Chloe's new blond crew cut. It made her look kind of hot, in a boyish way. "No offense, Rafael, but you look so blazing hot as a guy - I mean you're pretty enough as a girl and everything, but you're just so incredibly sexy as a guy. You're maybe the finest man I've ever met. I wonder if it's possible for you to go a little further with your transformation?" "Don't start, Donny. I'm not your man, I'm not a man at all. My name's Chloe, not Rafael. Stop calling me that," Chloe protested. Alessandra said coyly, "I think I can make you feel like a man tonight. I'm going to try to prepare your body for mine, change you a little - it won't take long, you don't mind, do you?" She took Chloe's shirt off and pulled Chloe's pants down, and felt Chloe's thigh, and ran her hand up to her clit, which was pulsing with heat. "Chloe! I didn't know you had it in you - I think you must like naked girls at least a little bit. Let's see how much. Stop me if I go too far." She gently undid the front clasp of Chloe's purple bra, and put her hands on Chloe's breasts, which shrank and hardened and flattened as she touched them, transforming into muscular, hairy pecs before Chloe's stunned eyes. Alessandra removed the now-useless bra from Chloe's muscular, wide shoulders. Alessandra's hands caressed Chloe's wide hips, which became narrow and hard and rippled with muscle. She caressed Chloe's smooth face, and felt the stubble sprout on Chloe's cheeks. Chloe's face looked more manly than boyish now. She put Chloe's small hands on her breasts, and felt the small, smooth hands grow and transform into large, rough, strong hands as Chloe massaged her breasts. "One more thing, just one more thing I need to change. Are you okay with it?" said Alessandra in a breathy voice. "Yeah, fine, I guess. Go for it," said Chloe in her new baritone voice. Alessandra put her hand down Chloe's panties, and began to massage Chloe's clit until it began to grow, and it grew, and grew, and grew some more until it filled Alessandra's small hand, and then kept growing. The two beheld Chloe's beautiful new 10-inch penis. Chloe stared at it in a state of shock. Alessandra smelled the sweet smell of testosterone wafting from her girl friend and giggled. "Oh my god, Chloe, that's not ladylike at all!" She began massaging the brand-new penis. "It's absolutely monumental," said Alessandra. "I think you may be ready to water my garden, Chloe - now do you feel like a man?" A manly grunt from Chloe signaled that indeed she did. Alessandra rolled over on her back, her legs spread. Chloe pulled down her now useless panties, and climbed on top of Alessandra. Chloe gently separated Alessandra's waiting labia, and gently at first, but then forcefully pushed her brand-new penis deeply into Alessandra's secret garden, again and again, watering it copiously, just as the sun's last rays flickered out. Streams, then rivers, then oceans of love rushed into and out of Alessandra. Chloe managed to stay erect for hours, while Alessandra screamed and whimpered and moaned with pleasure, until the night was completely dark, and the sounds of the jungle echoed through the night, and the new queen and king of the jungle lay side by side, breathing heavily. As the sun rose, Chloe squinted, rubbed her eyes, and looked down at her muscular pecs, her rock-hard abs, her huge biceps, and crossed her legs to try to hide her dick. She fiddled with her new balls. She felt the hair on her chest, her legs, and even her back. None of this was going to work well with her wardrobe. And God, what would the girls at home think when she walked into the girls' locker room with her new perfect male body. Shock, horror, disgust. Or possibly lust. She sighed. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't planning on actually becoming a man - it was just dress-up. Donnie always did fuck everything up. Chloe looked at her new mistress, who was wearing only a purple bra and no panties. Chloe had always loathed the kind of women who seemed like they just lived for men. She hated their skimpy clothes, and their big tits, and their big hair, and their stupid makeup, and the fact that they didn't seem to have any life outside of pleasing their men. She looked down at her new mistress, and realized that kind of woman wasn't so bad after all. That kind of woman was ... alright. Alessandra opened her eyes, smiled and said, "You're a love god, my lord, you were wasting your life as a woman. Comandante Rafael - the new king of my jungle. Don't you think you'd enjoy ruling a kingdom? With a beautiful woman who wants to serve you?" "I don't know. Fuck. Maybe?" said Chloe. "Oh by the way, since you're not going to need your bras anymore," she said, caressing Chloe's hairy chest, "do you mind if I wear the purple one now?" "I hope you didn't transform me into a man just so you could have my underwear." "That was totally not the only reason, Rafael! Oh Rafael, honey," she said, pointing to Chloe's erect penis. "You can't walk around like that all day. People will stare." Chloe tried to cover her penis with her hands. "How do I make it go back to normal? This is my first day having a dick. It wants something, but God knows what." She giggled. "You'll have to learn to listen to your penis - I'll show you what it wants." "Fine - you figure out," Chloe said. In his first day as ruler, Chloe, now Comandante Rafael, was trying to plan how to free the slaves, get rid of the soldiers, get Carlos off his trail, and transform this jungle nightmare into a more peaceable kingdom. But it was getting hard to concentrate, with Alessandra sucking on his dick.