As your vision returns you realize the change of scenery. Your back arches from the sudden pleasure while your senses are dulled from the experience. You notice immediately that your left hand is soaked and your right hand is holding a phone. You remove your hand from your shorts and realize your nails are painted. As you look back to the phone you realize it was on your Facebook profile.
“I was not on Facebook?” You question to your self. That’s when it hits you. You drop the phone and quickly sit up. Long brunette hair drapes over your shoulders. You give it a slight tug to see if it’s real and wince at the pain. However, the feeling also excited you. As you swing your legs out of bed you are met with new sensations across your body. You feel the weight of your chest change and a pleasured numbness in your legs. You shakily stand to your feet and realize you’re shorter. You scan the room and lock eyes with a familiar face.
“Julie?...” you pause, hearing your new voice for the first time. Confused, you walk to the mirror.
As you get there you talk a long look at your new form. You look back down and see her chest obscures your view to your feet. You slowly bring your hands up and cup your chest. A wave of pleasure rolls into you like the tide. You pull the tank top over your head and are left standing in a laced pink bra and her running shorts. You attempt to unhook the bra and cannot quite reach it, suddenly something that can only be described as an instinct kicks in and you stick your chest out and unhook it. As it drops to the floor your eyes again meet her gaze. You are standing topless in your sister’s friend’s body. A feeling of confusion and arousal kick in. You admire her natural beauty, but why you. Why are you here in this moment, experiencing something only she should. That thought is cut short as you feel a not so familiar wetness return to you.
You slide her shorts and panties down and are met with her lightly shaven womanhood. You hold your breath as your hand reaches your waist, expecting to wake up from this dream, as your fingers brush the lips you gasp from the touch.
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