“So, there you go” said Irene. “I’ll let you go, and decide what you want to do. It is totally in your hands now. Good-bye girls! See you in class!”

With that, she left the room, leaving Stacey to salivate over the thought of bagging more guys, and leaving Doug as he wrestled inside himself for control.

“I’m going to the bar on Main and 4th” said Stacey. “There’s lots of cute guys there, and they will buy you all the drinks you want. Come on, lets get you dressed up, and get us some guys!”

Doug looked up at her, his eyes red and bleary from all the crying. He had no choice. He had to go with her. He rose to go wash off his face, and let Stacey dress him up in her pretty clothes. He had lost everything now. His manhood, his self, and now control over his sex life.