(Originally on writing.com)
"Ahhh...the lovely Zatanna! Can I snap a couple of pics please?!?!?" Michael clenched his jaw and spun around, doing his best to smile for the chunky, bearded man with Spock ears who was trying to snap his photo.
Only one short month ago, he'd been a fairly average, almost humdrum 16 year old boy with not a care in the World. Then he put that damned ring on his finger. Now his teenage male head, with his mop-top of brown hair, and forced grin sat atop the neck of a tall, long legged, and very busty model dressed as the comic book heroine Zatanna.
In the instant he'd slipped the ring on his finger, his consciousness shifted and he found his cranium transposed and perched atop some gorgeous woman's body. And, as awful and utterly bewildering as that sounded, his assigned "career" made things even more unbearable and humiliating. After the initial shock wore off, and he rand the olive-skinned beauty's hands over her own considerable assets, he discovered the ring, or one like it was on one of his lithe new fingers. He tried to pull it off, only to discover that it was securely affixed to his new hand.
Soon after, a voice, that only he could hear began emanating from the odd piece of jewelry, giving him a bare minimum of information and issuing stern commands. The tormentor's voice informed him that his head had been transported and transplanted onto a beautiful 27 year old woman's body, and that the transfer was permanent and would remain unexplained.
The voice from the ring went on to explain that as far as any observer was concerned, his head wouldn't seem out of place or unusual, and, that anyone he encountered from his former life wouldn't recognize him. The voice continued by telling him that he would be assigned various tasks, and that his care and well-being depended on how well he did them. If he refused, he would be punished in an incredibly humiliating and degrading manner.
"Down low dear?" another photographer asked. Michael let out a sigh and crouched to give the man the angle he wanted.
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If he failed to comply, a small, cybernetic device had been implanted within his new body that would allow his "controller" to trigger vaginal orgasms, a tingling in his nipples, or the sensation of being penetrated up his rear-end with multiple and varied intensities. In effect, he could be given the sensation of being molested or raped, in public or not at any time of his "master's" choosing.
At first, Michael had put up a fight, but gradual, the embarrassment and degradation of his cyber-orgasms brought him to heel.
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As Michael continued to pose, the air cold through his fishnets and across his exposed cleavage, he teetered on the heels he'd been forced to prance about in.
A small, bearded, almost gnomish man walked up and smacked Michael's lovely bottom. "Hey, legs...you're a tall one. How about a piggyback ride around the comic convention?" the man chuckled.
The ring glowed as Michael heard the voice that only he could chuckle. "That sounds like fun. Give the little fella a lift Mikey!"
Michael's face turned red with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. "There is now way I'm..."
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