By the time Laurence had completed a working day in Esme's shoes, not to mention her body and vibrating panties, he had come seven times. His underwear was soaked and chaffed his ass at least as painfully as Gloria's catsuit had. Every time he felt the heat start to grow in his loins, his cheeks flushed with humiliation and though he averted his eyes from his co-workers, he knew they knew. Is this how Esme had felt every time? She had a world class business mind and he had treated her like nothing more than a toy. He hadn't made her wear a buttplug – that seemed to have been some kind of transference from his experience as Gloria, but like the actress, he had used her shamelessly. Laurence wasn't sure if this was all real, but the guilt sure was.
“Well done, Laurence!” The waif's voice reverberated in his head. “You have faced your guilt. You have cleansed yourself of the pain your past actions have caused. You are pure once more. You are now ready to receive the Gift!” Laurence's heart thudded in his chest as once more the walls swirled like the filmed edge of a bubble and began to close on him. When they washed through him, the world went black.
Laurence regained consciousness to find himself outside in the hot sun. He looked around himself at the yellow rock and realised he was at the entrance of the cave, where his adventure had began. Raising his arms to check for cuts and bruises, his breath caught in his throat. They were soft and slender and slightly sun-kissed. A gold bracelet clasped his narrow wrist. Frantically, he assessed the rest of himself. He was still in Esme's body. Gone was the humiliating office attire and in its place was an elegant figure hugging white dress, but her curves remained – her pinched waist, long limbs and round breasts all remained.
“Congratulations on receiving the Gift!” The ethereal voice beamed down on him with the sun. “Your absolution! You are forgiven! You are pure once more! No longer will you carry the crimes of the pain you caused others – for you have faced them and come out the other side...transformed!” Indeed, when Laurence searched his feelings and thought about what he had done to Gloria and Esme, he felt nothing. He felt no guilt, no pain...he was cleansed...but he was also a woman! He looked around wildly for...what?! Anything! This couldn't be the gift!? It just couldn't!? “What's wrong?” The voice asked. “Don't be ungrateful, Laurence! Forgiveness is the greatest Gift a man can receive. But it is not one given lightly. Your transgressions were particularly cold and so you needed a reminder to stay pure...a permanent reminder. There is one more thing...well, two actually!” The voice paused and Laurence yelped as he felt the cold steel of a buttplug growing inside his ass, splitting his newly pert backside in half, and on cue, panties he didn't even know he was wearing started to vibrate furiously. “If you ever slip from your purity,” the voice continued, “I reserve these two reminders to keep you so. These are my gifts...to myself.” The waif's laughter floated away on the breeze.
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