Chase has tormented you since freshman year. The jock with perfect grades, a starting position on the football team, and a sadistic streak that seems reserved just for you. He's tripped you in the cafeteria, hidden your homework, and made sure everyone knew you were his designated target.

Now seniors, you'd hoped things might change. Instead, they've gotten worse.

The classroom empties around you, but before you can escape, Chase's hand slams against the door, locking it. He turns slowly, a grin spreading across his face as he pulls something from his pocket—a black choker with glowing white circuits and a pink LED heart.

"New toy," he says, advancing toward you. "Called a Transfer Collar. Wanna see what it does?"

You back away, but he's faster, pinning you against the wall. The collar snaps closed around your neck before you can scream. Immediately, you feel a strange pulling sensation—as if your very essence is being siphoned away.

Chase groans, flexing his arms as muscles bulge slightly beneath his shirt. "Fuck, that's good," he mutters, looking you up and down with newfound hunger. "You feel that? You're getting weaker. Smaller. And I'm getting... everything that made you a man."

He presses his body against yours, hardening cock evident through his jeans. "And when there's nothing left... you'll be my perfect little toy to play with. What do you think about that, sissy?"