Hal Jordan woke up slowly. His eyes blinked open and he pushed the mass of blonde curls out of his face. Blonde curls?
Hal was suddenly wide awake, taking in the strange, and strangely familiar, room he found himself in A canopied bed with a pink princess skirt, white walls with pink hearts stencilled on them, a huge white dresser, a make up table with a vanity mirror.
Dolls and stuffed animals and everything in pink?
Jumping out of bed she ran delicate hands with long pink nails over her curvy body, feeling the lace of her babydoll nightie and pink rumba ruffled panties. Unconsciouslly, she slipped her dainty pink toed feet into high heeled maribu sandles and minced
over to her vanity to look at her cartoonishly voluptous body, her pink pouty lips, her platinum blonde, high piled sausage curls, tied with a dainty ribbon, and her sleepy bedroom eyes. She looked to be about seventeen years old, though it was difficult to
tell with her heavy make up.
"What happened?" Hilary Jordan, the Green Lantern asked, in a breathy, high pitched voice.
The Zamoran Patriarch, Karl Ferris, also known as the Star Sapphire, took the childlike, if curvacious blonde, into his strong arms. Ferris didn't know how he had become a man or who Hal had become this sexy little bimbo, but he liked it.
"There there my little dolly girl, Daddy's here."
Hilary wanted to strike out at her transformed enemy, who was obviously to blame for all this, but instead she pressed her breasts against his manly chest, and gave a shy smile while batting her heavy lashes.
"Daddy," she breathed in her giggly voice, "I feel all funny inside."
Karl let his hands drop to cup the full globes of the Green Lantern's ruffle pantied bottom. He felt his dick harden as he slipped a large finger under the waistband, separating her ass cheeks, and harden further as the teenage Hilary gave a small, cute
sounding gasp.
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