I climbed inside the car, ready to flee. I looked down at my transformed body and sighed. I was wearing some elaborate and slutty lingerie that showcased my boobs and shapely legs. I adjusted the seat, getting closer to the now massive steering wheel. With my high-heeled shoes I revved the car and took a look around. The villa was quiet, nobody had noticed me going out. My escape plan was going perfectly, so far. Yet, I hesitated. Leaving would have meant going back to the real world. Where I would have to explain what happened to me, how I went from male stud to busty female after being lured into a trap in the guise of an all-paid vacation. Was I strong enough to face the anguish, the doubts, the mocking of resurfacing as a woman in my old life? What about the urges? My captors made clear that I was now a horny slut. What was I going to do once free? Fuck all my male friends? Just the thought was making me wet my panties, but how feasible it was? Maybe I didn't think it re...