I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, imagining what it would be like turning into some kind of hot girl that some guy fantasized...about. It was very hard to even imagine. Instead, I just stared at my reflection, noticing that I looked like crap. I looked sort of pale and tired, not to mention sick.I ran my hands over my body, noticing that I actually felt sort of strange. Not only did I feel cold and clammy, but my skin felt sort of...spongy. The texture was a little off. He looked at the sweeping steps that led down into the ballroom from the royal apartments. He had agreed to attend the ball as the King had decided it was where Arron should meet the Princess. And where the official handover of the Princess to his safekeeping should take place. But before they could leave there was this official farewell ball where the Princess could mingle and say farewell to all Matheros' court and dignitaries.There was a fanfare of trumpet-like instruments and the King. . you're next." Before the show..."SCW! SCW! SCW!"I listened to the chants in the locker room and smiled. It was like music to me. I have been here at this promotion called Sin City Wrestling since its infancy."Yo, Stevie!" A voice called out. I looked back. It was Paul, my tag partner. He's relatively new here. We knew each other since our school days, and I had to beg him to go to wrestling school. It eventually worked out though. He was with our opponents for the titles, Black Thunder. I met. The rage of being helpless, powerless to stop this from happening. Then the deed of the day made itself known to me. It was the pain my mind could have never conjured up in a million years. The sharp and searing heat of this poker entering my delicate anus. Just inches away I could sense the pain, once applied it became threefold.As the iron was inserted, the screams of mine bellowed above the cheering of the crowd. The guard enjoyed his role, he enjoyed the complete control he had over my body.