Larry didn’t understand what was going on.
He and his friend Richard had uncovered some unusual activity in the company finances and immediately reported it to their Boss, Bernie.
Bernie thanked the boys, and as a reward, invited them to his beach house for the weekend. When they arrived, Bernie offered them both a drink.
They grew very sleepy. Richard retired to his room while Larry passed out on the couch.
When Larry woke, everything was wrong.
He was naked, He had tits, his dick was gone!
Bernie lay dead in the Dining room, phone in hand.
He looked at the last message on Bernie’s phone.
The two bitches are ready for pickup. I expect the usual rate for prime slave meat, plus the cost of the Gender Serum!
Bernie had sold them as slave girls and the goons were on the way! Thinking fast, Larry typed.
I’m gonna enjoy them myself for the weekend, don’t come!
The reply was immediate.
Already on the island! We’ll take em when you’re done.
Larry sat on the steps to contemplate his next move.
They would have to make it look like Bernie was still alive to keep the slavers away!
He heard a high-pitched scream from upstairs.
Richard was awake.