Convention Conversion (TG clop)

My assailants laughed as I floundered.

As I tried to struggle to my feet a new wave of dizziness almost toppled me. I felt a deep burning sensation below my hips but simultaneously a deep blissful feeling welled up above the pain. I made a motion to continue my escape... but I no longer felt the urgency.

"Why'd she stop?" I heard one of them ask.

"What's that on her ass?" another one exclaimed. "N-no way!? Is that a... cutie mark?"

My fear had evaporated as I smiled broadly and looked down to see what they were talking about. Sure enough a mark had appeared just below my hips on both sides of my body. It looked like a large tatoo.

"Yes gentlemen!" the ringleader pronounced. "Meet Strawberry. Her destiny is to be a 'hostess'."

I knew I should feel terrified and should try to get back into the convention where it was safe, but I couldn't connect with these feelings. I felt sluggish and supine and it was only through force of will that I turned away from them and forced myself to stumble towards the toilet door.

"Where're you going Strawbs? The cock's over here!" the ringleader taunted. The others laughed.

As he said 'cock' the symbol on my thighs burned. I took another step towards the door, but even though I knew I needed to leave, my body knew something different. I faltered as my crotch throbbed and to my horror I felt my new appendage slowly raising...