“Ah… Daphne…” Fred pulled at the collar of his shirt.
“You can’t can you?” Daphne’s smile turned to a frown, “You
don’t actually love me.”
“Daphne?” Fred asked.
“People tell you that you should love me and that we are
a perfect couple,” Daphne said.
“Yeah…” Fred breathed.
“Do you know what a Beard is Fred?” Daphne asked a hint
of venom in her voice.
“You mean facial hair?” Fred was thrown off the question.
“A Beard is woman that a gay man will hang out with and
pretend to date so that his friends won’t question if he is straight or not,”
Daphne’s closed her legs, “I am your beard.
You haven’t come to terms and admitted you are gay Fred. So you have been dragging me along pretending
to love me while hiding from your own internal demons.”
“Daphne…” Fred pleaded, “I do care about you…”
Daphne looked at the laptop’s screen and smiled.
“Oh yes you do,” Daphne giggled, “But don’t worry, I want
to help you.”
“You do?” Fred asked.
“But I am going to need you to help me too,” Daphne
opened her legs again.
“Ahh,” Fred arched an eyebrow.
Daphne tapped on her computer’s keyboard and then turned
back to Fred and smiled.
“Eat up,” Daphne said.
Fred found himself getting on his hands and knees and crawl
forward. He watched himself lean into
Daphne’s crotched. His tongue reached
out and started licking at the plumped lips of Daphne’s pussy.
“You know Freddy,” Daphne said, “I have already fucked
Shaggy and Velma today. Velma is normally
straight as an arrow, but thanks to this, I made her my harem slave girl. Scooby can’t wait for Shaggy to get me and
Velma pregnant and have ‘rurries’ as he would say.”
Daphne was typing on her computer.
“Mhhh, deeper Freddy,” Daphne purred, “You know you actually
could pull off being the character Mockingbird with a few edits… Blonde,
athletic. Oh yeah, kiss my lips! Ah… You just need to lose some weight and
grow some tits and you could look like her Freddy… Look on the bright side
Freddy, you will be an open homosexual… but we will still be together!”
Daphne kicked Freddy away from her with her foot. She put the laptop on her lap and went to
work. After a minute she leaned forward and
glared at Fred with predator’s grin.
“Saver the moment,” Daphne grinned, “Because when I hit
execute, you will lose all memories of being a useless closeted muscle fag,
forget all about me having this magic little computer program, and wake up as Winifred
‘Freddy’ Herminie Jones, the star of the Crystal Cove High women’s soccer team,
president of the School Pride parade group, and best friend of Daphne, Shaggy,
Velma and Scooby. Oh and we all have scholarships
to go to the same college, but you have a women’s soccer scholarship. But remember I want you to be more lipstick
than butch. Oh and you will get a lot of
talents from the superheroine Mockingbird.”
Daphne waved as she clicked a key on her laptop.
*
Freddy woke up. She stood up and looked at herself. She was still wearing her blue polo, white
sweatshirt and jeans. She could taste
Daphne on her tongue and that made her horny.
She looked over at Daphne and her mouth dropped open at the sight of her
mistress in black latex.
“Come and get it,” Daphne opened her legs.
*
Daphne sized the new Freddy up; she lost a few inches and
was six feet tall now, short blonde pixie hair, no eye makeup, but a hint of
lip gloss, her orange leather choker, her shoulders were much more slender, but
she had decent C cup sweater puppies going, a toned waist and nice butt with
long lean toned legs in her tight jeans.
Daphne made a note to get her into rubber leggings as soon as possible.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Daphne cooed as Freddy put her expert
lesbian tongue to work pleasing her, “Make me scream!”