(This is a custom clip and I can make one for you too! Just email me at emmasecretmln@yahoo.com or send me a DM) This would all be shot from the vantage of the webcam of your computer, talking to/arguing with the people in the chat room as they make you do things and change you. You are a smart, conservative woman sitting at your computer working from home in pandemic t-shirt/sweats. when a popup comes on your screen.  You get annoyed and go to close the window “transform.me - what the hell is OW!”.  You jerk your hand back in pain (“My computer shocked me!”).  You grumble for a moment - and then you slowly realize that your cam is on ("wait - is my cam on?!”)…and that you are staring at a chat window…of people who are watching you!  (“Oh my god…there are people chatting…they can see me?!”) You are utterly horrified and try to get up to run - but find you can’t move from your computer (“Why can’t I get up?!”).  You look in at the screen - and respond in angry disgust “WHAT?!  I will most certainly not take my top off!  That’s disgusting, I - wait…” - before realizing that you are doing exactly that. You are horrified and at first angry and then whining and pleading you slowly pull your top off (“please, I’m not wearing a bra!”) and then increasingly horrified as you keep doing what they tell you.  You are instructed to put your feet up on the desk, (though still in your sweats) while you are doing that. You whine in horror as they tell you to play with yourself through your sweats “WHAT?!  NO!  I  won’t!  I- oh god…” …but you start to do that. They have you play with yourself like that for a little while  (maybe even making you lick your nipples), and you are trying not to be obviously enjoying yourself, but getting increasingly horny.  Someone asks you a new question that horrifies you - “What?!  No, of course I don’t have any toys!  That’s disgusting, I - wait…” but you find yourself getting up and walking away from the computer.  When you come back, you have a tail/buttplug ;)   You are utterly horrified “This isn’t mine!  My husband got it and I told him I’d never use something like this!” They tell you to get the buttplug nice and wet [I’d love it if you fuck yourself with it) and you finally pull your sweats down…pleading “Please!  I’ve never had anything back there!” - as they make you insert the plug If it is a tail, they make you display it (if an fox or cat tail, they could make you bark/meow a little) you horrified the whole time. And then suddenly you are horrified to find yourself talking like a bimbo “Emma no want do - wait…why Emma talk like this!” You turn back to the camera, horrified to realize your intellect has been reduced a bimbo, whining and begging them “Please!  Fix Emma!  Emma no want be dumb slutty bimbo!” You lean in, practically sobbing “Wait!  P-Please!  E-Emma no can read good!  Make more smaller words!" You very slowly sound out the words on the screen, struggling:  “E-Emma…F-F-Fuck D-Dog….” You look pleased for a moment at reading - and then horrified as you understand it. “What?!  Emma no fuck doggy!!  EW!” You lean in to read the next words. “Emma…make….show….fuck…dog…be…s…ssss - smart?” You stare for a moment with whimper - then go over to get your dog.   You fuck the dog for your fans…and at the end, after you both cum, you realize with sobbing relief you can talk normally again…laying there gasping after your orgasm.   You look up with a moan and then walk over to look at the computer again, and look horrified.  “Wait - what do you mean ‘enjoy my new job if I want to stay smart…?’"  It’s a few days later - you are at home (either in a bathrobe, or sweats again, or in something you can take off quickly) talking out the door to your husband. “No - really honey, I have to get to work.  Yeah - and remember…Emma has - I have meetings all day long so d-don’t come in…” You close the door and lean against it with a whimper/groan “Oh god…already?!” and look over at the computer. You walk over to your computer, stripping off your outfit to be naked and look at it, squirming a little.  You sort of whimper into the camera: “What do…what…what want Emma do today for be smart again?"