You come over to my house to hang out, a couple of guys chilling for an afternoon. Or so I think. But you say a magic word, that makes me start to feel strange. You repeat it, and something changes in me. I'm overcome, entranced. I start mechanically applying makeup, then I strip out of my clothes and put on some feminine lingerie. Finally, a wig over my buzzcut hair. I've become a beautiful girl. "What should we do now?" I ask you. "I want you to do whatever you want with me."