Chapter #6Finding Help by: Unknown You sit down on your bed, placing the doll that had stolen your form beside your large, smooth thighs. Sighing dejectedly, you look down at yourself. The tight white shirt stretched across your body, pushed out by your new breasts. You cringed at the words, “Daddy’s Little Monster” written across the front, fuck that’s so cringeworthy. You slowly bring a hand to the red and blue hotpants that hugged your waist, and pulled it back, confirming your lack of a penis. You shuddered as your fingers let go of the waistband, snapping the hotpants back into place.
“What ‘m I gonna do?” You pondered aloud, frowning at your new voice and accent.
‘I even sound like her…’ You thought, grateful you sounded normal in your head. Placing your chin on your fist, you thought of what to do. You were stuck like this for a while at least, and you prayed not forever, but you couldn’t just hide in your room forever. And you definitely didn’t want your parents to see you like this.
“If dey even believed me.” You moped, “Dammit this voice is annoying.”
Then a possible solution hit you as you got to your feet, trying to ignore the motions of your new anatomy. Jason! Your best friend since First Grade! Surely he’d believe you and help!
You reached into your back pocket, a smile on your face, “I just need t-“ your smile dropped as your hand grabbed not the phone you kept in your back pocket, but grasped your large, firm, but plush ass.
“Oh right,” you muttered, turning to look at the doll on your bed, “Dat has my phone… And my lisence… And my wallet...” You groaned as you realized that in this body, you virtually had no identity, “And Jason definitely won’t believe it’s me over dah phone…” You mutter.
It seemed that unless you wanted to explain this whole thing to your parents, you’d have to trek over to Jason’s place, and unless you wanted to face his parents, you’d have to sneak into his room, and somehow convince him that you were his best friend, and to let you stay with him for the foreseeable future.
Deciding that it was better than nothing, you grabbed the doll, walked out of your room and to the door. You cringed as you felt your body naturally sway it’s hips in a very sensual fashion, and the tight hotpants riding up your large ass. You bring your fingers to your butt, tugging at the tight article of clothing, trying to make it cover your ass in some fashion.
After a minor struggle, in which you simply gave up trying to make the pants look modest, you opened the front door, and crept out of the apartment, thankfully nobody was in the halls, and began the few block walk to Jason’s home…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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