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Brady started to feel odd, which Peter picked up on right away, having an idea of what was coming.
"Ohhhh shit, now he's gonna turn into a woman too!" he thought to himself.
"How many assistants does she need?!"
What really surprised Peter was how different Brady's transformation was going to end up.
Brady shrunk down, going from just a couple inches taller than Maxine to being a half foot smaller than Peter.
The buzz-cut he bore was gone, and in its place, long flowing blonde hair rapidly grew, stopping just above Brady's knees, passing his chest.
That led Peter to look closer at Brady's chest, noting that was also expanding faster than either man could comprehend.
Brady's uniform dissipated and was replaced with a hot pink bra and pantie combo.
By the time Maxine's magic had finished up, Brady looked like a stereotypical bimbo from a raunchy comedy film.
"Like, what the fuck's going on?!"
"Brady" covered his mouth, shocked at the valley girl voice coming out of his mouth.
Peter pulled Maxine aside.
"Wait, so you turned Brady into a bimbo?! I thought you were making another assistant!"
"Oh, but he doesn't deserve that, Brady's not like you, Betty."
"Is that why he didn't have to sign a contract?"
"Each transformation is case by case, but depending on intent, less paperwork and headaches for our reality warping team."
Peter wondered what the fuck a "reality warping team" was, but before he could ask, Maxine turned back to the newly turned bimbo.
"Ohhh Brandy, you're a fine girl. But unlike my colleague here, you're not going to be a part of my legal team."
"Legal team?! Like, are you a witch or something?! Change me back!"
"Afraid not, Brandy. You DID consent to letting me lead, and as your leader, I altered you in a manner more befitting of what I want from you."
"It's Brady, not Brandy! And I want nothing to do with whatever this is!"
"Well that's too bad, because you have no say in the manner."
"The fuck does that mean?!"
"Property doesn't get to protest."
"I'm no one's fucking property, bitch!"
Maxine made a whipping motion, summoning a pink leash.
"You are now, and if you want to go back to being a bigot boy in blue, you'll do as I command."
"Brady" lunged forward at Maxine, but found himself levitating and flailing in the air.
"GET ME DOWN, GET ME DOWWWWWWWN!"
"Do you promise to behave yourself if I lower you?"
"YES, YES, JUST LET ME GOOOOOOOOOO!"
Maxine abruptly ended the levitation, letting "Brady" fall to the ground.
"Ow!"
"Even when you're in pain, you're so much cuter! Look at my little bimbo!"
"Ugggh, just tell me what I have to do to stop being this!"
"Why, you don't like the way you look?"
"Like, I'm hot as fuck for sure, but I'd rather be doing someone that looks like me, not being that me- them- ugh, words is hard!"
"Brady's" eyes then bulged before he put his hand down his panties.
"Where's my cock?!"
"If you want a cock, I can direct you to one!"
Maxine pointed to Peter, who looked back in total disbelief.
"Now hang on, are you saying-"
"You want me to-"
"You're both thinking the right thing. Brandy, if you wish for a reconsideration in your situation..."
Maxine waved her hand and Peter's pants vanished, exposing his cock for "Brady" to gaze upon.
"You know what to do."
"Brady" stared in complete shock.
He wasn't a cocksucker, he had the cock that needed sucking!
At least, he did.
And if he wanted it back, he had to get on his knees and suck off some assistant to the bitch who turned him into some big titted slut.
And yet...
The more he stared, the less repulsed he became.
Almost like he was getting used to the idea.
Not just being fine with giving a blowjob, but...
Hungry for it.
"Brady" got on his knees and crawled over.
"And when I finish here, I get my own cock and body back, right?"
Maxine smiled and nodded.
"Brady" breathed deeply, before wrapping his lips around Peter's cock.
Peter did not know how to feel.
His first blowjob, and it was from a man turned into a woman, while he had undergone the same thing.
But somehow, that added a thrill to it.
Someone aching to taste him, encouraged by a dominant, gorgeous lady.
Maxine looked on, using her eyes to encourage Peter to lean into it.
Peter grabbed "Brady's" hair as he was being sucked off, gripping it tightly.
No words were uttered, but plenty of moaning occurred.
Peter was surprised at how much of a natural "Brady" was at this, thinking it was part of the magic.
As Peter pulled on "Brady's" hair harder, he came inside "Brady's" mouth, the load being swallowed and "Brady" wiped his mouth.
"Did you enjoy that, you little slut?"
"Duh! Who doesn't enjoy sucking dick?!"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you secretly wanted to be a little cocksucking slut your whole life."
"Like, I mean, I remember being a cop and stuff but..."
Brandy paused.
While the memories of her past life were still swirling up in her brain, she was feeling new desires, new emotions.
"What was I saying? Were we talking about giving me my old body back?"
"But this IS your body, Brandy."
"It is?"
"It is now! You don't want to go back to being a jackboot thug with a misplaced sense of superiority, do you?"
"I... I dunno."
Maxine ran a finger under Brandy's chin.
"Admit it, you want to stay this way and be pampered and taken care of. And you'd still get to have all the sex you want."
"You promise?!"
"Cross my heart."
Brandy squealed.
She'd get to be a slut and all the cock and pussy she could ever desire.
Maxine handed the pink leash to Peter.
"Another gift for you. Brandy here is now your property to do with as you wish. Think of this as her penance for how she treated you as a man."
Peter held the leash, unable to focus on anything else.
"Brandy will be yours for a duration of time to be confirmed at a later date. And to add a little seasoning, I have restored her memories of who you used to be, so she can better understand why she's here."
Brandy looked at Maxine with confusion.
"Wait, so I'm gonna be HER slave?!"
"Seems fitting to me."
"But I don't wanna be a slave! I wanna go clubbing, screw this scene!"
Brandy decided to ditch the two brainy nerds and get her drink on, when she felt something wrap around her neck.
Peter had been holding the leash up, when it decided to ensnare Brandy on its own accord.
"Hey, fuck off! Get this fucking thing off... me..."
Brandy had been struggling to get out, but the leash was whispering things into her head, like it was coercing her to be a good girl.
"Uhhh Maxine, what's happening?"
"What I expected would happen. While I have altered her brain chemistry to be more receptive to the idea of being a slutty bimbo, I kept enough of the original personality intact."
"Why would you do that?"
"You can't learn any lessons in ego death, and it's more fun to tease them when they remember what came before."
"So what's going on now?"
"Since Brandy's still defiant enough, this leash will make her more obedient, while still keeping her memories in place."
Peter looked at Brandy, mouth agape and eyes glazed over, like she was being hypnotized by an unseen force.
"So how long are you keeping her as a socialite stereotype?"
Maxine leaned in closer and whispered to Peter
"She's never going back, and soon enough, she'll make that choice on her own. Just watch."
Peter was shocked.
And a little nervous.
He now knew if he did anything that went against Maxine's own designs, this could be his fate.
Brandy snapped out of her trance-like state.
"Brandy, is there anything you want to say to Betty?"
Brandy got back down on her knees and held her hands out like she was a puppy presenting her paws.
"Like, I'm sorry I was such a bully to you when we were dudes, Mistress Betty."
"Uh-th-that's OK, Brad-Brandy. Do you promise to behave?"
"Of course, Mistress Betty!"
"And what are you?"
"I'm a dumb bimbo slut, Mistress Betty!"
Maxine grinned at the scene unfolding.
"Like a goddamn Lasso of Truth."
"So, is she a pet?"
"Pet, property, fucktoy. Whatever you designate, that's her role from now on."
"Mistress Maxine is right!" Brandy said as she nodded eagerly.
Peter stared down at the former police officer.
In just under thirty minutes, the aggressive piece of shit making things difficult for him had become a small supplicant who was ready and willing to do anything asked of her.
"Brandy, stand up. My boss is going to take us to our new home."
"Yay!"
Brandy clapped in delight and got behind her new mistress, like a faithful dog being taken on a walk.
Maxine smiled again.
"Alright Betty, let's get you two home."
All three walked out of the interrogation room, and into a new world.
Despite still trying to wrap his head around it all (including his new name), Peter was much more at ease.
And possibly, optimistic about the future.
THE END.
