Kevin felt a wave of confusion and revulsion wash over him. This was wrong on so many levels. And yet...there was an undeniable tingling sensation spreading through his new body. His breath quickened as unfamiliar urges began to take hold.
"No...I can't..." he whispered, even as his hand seemed to move of its own accord, sliding down his stomach.
"That's it, sweetie," Gwen's voice cooed in his mind. "Just relax and enjoy. Let those teenage hormones do their thing."
Kevin's fingers brushed against the soft fabric of Miranda's panties. He let out an involuntary gasp at the jolt of pleasure.
"Oh god," he moaned softly. His resolve was crumbling rapidly as the sensations intensified.
"Good girl," Gwen purred, "Now why don't you slip into those panties?”
Kevin's fingers froze, trembling against the waistband of the panties. A war raged in his mind - disgust and shame battling against the overwhelming physical urges of his new teenage body.
"I...I can't do this," he choked out, "It's not right. Miranda is just a kid."
Gwen's voice took on a harder edge, "Either you do as I say, or I'll make things much worse for you. How about I turn you into Miranda's little dog next?"
Kevin shuddered at the threat. Tears of frustration welled in his eyes as he realized how powerless he truly was.
"Fine," he whispered brokenly. "I'll do it. Just...please don't make me hurt anyone."
"That's my good girl," Gwen crooned.
His hand moved against his will, sliding back down. He tried to resist but it was useless - Gwen's ghostly power was too strong.
Gwen forced Kevin’s fingers deep inside himself, "That's more like it… See how good it feels to be a teenage girl?"
Kevin let out a soft moan as unfamiliar sensations coursed through his new body. His mind reeled with conflict - disgust at what he was being forced to do warring with the intense physical pleasure.
"No, stop... please..." Kevin whimpered, his voice a mixture of Miranda's sweet tones and his own anguish.
But his body betrayed him, responding to Gwen's manipulations with waves of unwanted pleasure.
"Oh sweetie, we're just getting started," Gwen's voice echoed in his head. "Now be a good girl and use your other hand to play with those perky little breasts."
Tears streamed down Kevin's cheeks as his left hand cupped Miranda's small breast, squeezing gently. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. He bit his lip to stifle a cry of ecstasy.
"That's it, just let go," Gwen urged. "Embrace your new body. You know you love it."
"N-no..." Kevin protested.
"That's it, almost there," Gwen urged.
With a strangled cry, Kevin's body shuddered in release.
He lay trembling on Miranda's bed, his borrowed body wracked with lingering waves of unwanted pleasure. Shame and self-loathing washed over him as the reality of what he'd just been forced to do sank in.
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