It was a normal dream like any other, floating through the comfy clouds as you hazily drift through the warped time of slumber.

And then it all suddenly turns solid around you; no more clouds, no more haze- just bright pink consuming every fiber of your dream being. It doesn’t wake you up, but you’re disturbed to have had the last third of your sleep taken up by a solid color.

You open your eyes slowly as the morning sun hits them, tasting something… different in your mouth. You swallow the small amount of saliva in your dry mouth, perplexed by the totally new flavor it brings. Not that your saliva tastes like anything much, but it’s considerably odd to have a totally new taste in your mouth upon waking up.

You never noticed the color of your ceiling, but it was definitely never pink, right?

And since when do you sleep on your back??

You lick your lips and grimace, something’s definitely off…

Rolling over is a lot easier than usual, but your heart sinks when you feel something heavy jiggle on your chest. Your flared hips hips press into the bed as you prop yourself up, and you feel your inner thighs rub together sensually.

No way…

You hop out of bed fearfully, daintily jumping to your feet as your small body jiggles some more.

This can’t be happening-This can’t be happening-This can’t be happeningggg!!!

You look down cautiously, and gasp when you see the top of your pale breasts. You crane your neck upward as you whimper, praying you’re dreaming as you pinch the somehow soft yet muscular space between your hip and ass cheek.

You curse under your breath, pleated cotton skirt falling from between your thumb and pointer finger as you cautiously look down again.

“They’re fucking right there!” You exclaim involuntarily, immediately covering your mouth and blushing at the high pitched sound of your feminine voice.

Gotta look in that mirror!

You take careful steps toward the full body mirror, heart racing as you look down your plush body.

Stockings too??

You feel the anxiety close in with each stiff stride forward…

“I can’t!” You cry out, spinning on your heel and turning around as your hefty breasts start to jiggle and strain at your back.

This is embarrassing…

You bite your bottom lip as you pace away from the mirror, annoyingly reminding yourself of your predicament as the taste of strawberry lip gloss hits your tongue. Your body reacts in surprise, bouncing your pillowy bosom and rubbing your tender nipples into the cordiaraed shirt.

“Fuck me…” You moan, arousal trickling down into your belly as your heaving boobies jiggle.

As your lower abdomen heats with desire, you feel hormones rush throughout your body. Girly interests like being beautiful, dressing cute, and acting sexy start to nag at your mind as your flexed glutes make the skirt barely covering your panties lift even more.

This is overwhelming…

You spin on your heel again, vision refocusing as you face the mirror. You almost feel like a robot, body acting without your input as your movements turn from stiff to sultry. Your knees twist inward as the idea of looking even sexier arouses you further, and you feel the domino effect of cascading female pleasure take over your body.

Every motion is the result or a lead into grace, back straightening as your mind begins to naturally ignore the heaving bosom inches from your chin. The mechanics of your brain aren't there to gawk at your own chest, they’re built like every other being- for sex.

You melt into a giggling mess of cum dripping on the floor, orgasming several times as your body convulses in front of the mirror.

So this is what it’s like for a woman?

To masturbate??

Sex must be insane!

You pick yourself up off the floor, shame creeping back into your mind as the arousal and hormones are drained through your kidneys. Your body’s quick to “recover” though, the womanhood you haven’t even touched- pulsating and begging for relief again.

Your wet panties bunch up between your moist folds, rubbing your clitoris and inflaming your loins as your odd shirt starts to stimulate your braless nipples again. Your body needs a more precise touch though, the previous hair trigger orgasms clearly the result of how alien all those feelings were.

You’re too scared to even reach down though, still hoping you’re in a dream as you deny the reality of your situation; almost like your pussy won’t actually exist till you touch it for the first time…

Well you know that’s bullshit.

You spend the next several hours trying to research a solution, and fighting pure arousal; struggling between sticky-fingered shameful afterglow, and sopping wet shameless desire. When it finally ends you can barely stand, but you finally feel the cloud of arousal lift after the twenty second orgasm.

How long am I gonna be in this body??

Wait…

You grab the purple encased phone, and call your old number. It goes straight to voicemail, but the recording is the exact one you did when you first got your phone!

“So I still exist, this probably isn’t permanent…

Which means I have something really important to do right now!”

You go to the door intending to leave, but then stop yourself short. Probably not the best idea to just walk out like this…

“Is anyone home??” You yell as you open the door a crack, eyes opening wide as the echo persists for several seconds.

Nobody answers, so nobody’s home then.

You awkwardly make your way to the kitchen, trying to not act girly as your muscles try to default to what they’re designed to. Your stomach makes loud noises as you open the fridge, hours of nonstop orgasming can sure make a girl hungry!

You shiver, shaking your head at the oddly happy thought. That’s definitely not something you ever wanted to think, and referring to yourself as a girl almost makes you nauseous!

What’s happening to you?? 

You eat quickly, feeling energy and even a bit of strength return. You’re now able to do the important task, and run back upstairs as you pull out your phone.

“Just one should do it…” You giggle and bounce, blushing a bit as you realize how girly you’ve been absentmindedly acting.

Any guy would do this though…

You turn the camera with another involuntarily giggle, and take a deep inhale as you try to act like the sexiest girl you can. Your body loves it, helping you waddle and dance even more alluring than you could ever imagine!

And leaning in to the feeling of these bouncing boobies is amazing!

Oooo… Put that hand right there, hell yeah!

“That was super fun!” You pant after a drafty wiggle in your mini skirt, “I think another video could be even sexier…”

Whoa-

Are you becoming immune to the shame of female arousal??

That should've been exhausting, but hopping around like an anime girl exhilarates you!

“Yeah, I’ll get another few recordings in, maybe change outfits…” You trail off with a cheeky smile, “No!! I gotta do more research, and find a way out of here!”

You don’t even know where to begin though, searching for seemingly random phrases in hopes of finding a similar story to yours.

You do, of course; but they all seem fake, and fueled by sexual fantasies.

Definitely not gonna help you now…

You yawn as the computer alerts you of low battery, giving you a sign that your day has ended.

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