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The last time I was awake, everything was normal. In fact, the last day
I can remember was very uneventful. Something felt different now and
even before I opened my eyes, I knew something was seriously wrong.
Intuition wasn't my only indication. I could feel this "something"
through a straining weight on my chest. I opened my eyes. The world was
blurry yet tangible.
I raised my hands before my eyes, but they couldn't have been my hands.
Inch long, beautifully manicured nails of a colorful, vibrant white
capped the dainty fingers of two hands that in the grand scheme of
life, worked seldom yet attracted much attention. An expensive looking
diamond ring adorned the ring finger of "my" left hand, (if things were
not bizarre enough, I am right handed). The left index finger wore a
simple ruby gemstone and the ring finger of the right hand carried a
plastic ring of a retro blue with a simple diamond glimmering in the
center. Two identical golden bands fit perfectly onto my wrist. It
almost seemed that they were a part of these foreign arms. The wrists
were healthy, thin and the hand, unmistakably feminine. They could not
be mine. My blood froze when I turned these hand around. A faded red
bloch shaped like a bag of potatoes was visible on the backside of the
left hand. I had that ever since I fought Pete Mayfield in fifth grade.
These were my hands. Suddenly, I truly came into being. With ragged
breaths, I dared myself to look down. Cleavage were my first sight.
Breasts. Breasts with a golden crucifix necklace down the middle.
Breasts that could not have really been mine yet unmistakably brought a
noticeable and entirely unfamiliar weight that pulled at my back. I
wore a sleeveless button-down, garment of a clean yellow, tucked into
jeans. Seeing as I am not normally a woman, I am not sure what this
garment was called. I am as lost as you are!
The garment left my arms cold, cleavage within the imagination, and
projection of femininity, secure. A pair of tight white denim jeans,
which seemed to be almost superimposed on my now thin, sculptured legs
went down to my shins. A belt with a cartoonishly thick black buckle
and wide, sparkly, silver loop kept the outfit classy and contained.
Past my naked ankles, toes of a visually assaulting blue glimmered upon
petite feet. I wiggled the toes and bold, blue veins appeared on these
feet imprisoned within 4-inch tan sandals with pure golden straps. With
my sight still blurry, I reached up to my head with a sense of dread.
Upon disturbing something on my head, a ghostly jangle filled the room.
A set of large, wide silver hoop earrings lived in my now-pierced ear.
Reaching further, I felt a tight yet soft mass of hair and cold
plastic. Searching around dazed, I search the room for a mirror. Upon
seeing the door to a bathroom I ran towards it. Tripping on the heels,
I fell with a great clammer. I got up again, unstrapped these
stranger's shoes, and ran to the mirror. Staring in, I was not
prepared for what I saw. It was me yet it was not me.
I pulled at the hair and grimaced when I felt the strain. What appeared
to be long, wavy blonde hair with glimmering oak brown highlight lay
dormant in a peppy, feminine shell held down by a pinstripe headband,
replacing my faux punk-rock poppy brown hair that I never combed.
Taking a few seconds to process the un-processable, I screamed an
embarrassingly and stereotypically feminine scream.
The modest yet noticeable lips glistened a shiny pink yet they were
mine. Opening my mouth to scream, I saw my own teeth yet with a
shining, completely natural white aura. The small yet defined nose
lifted up slightly and a tiny, diamond stud moved with it. It may have
been accommodated to my odd scenario yet it was without a doubt, my
nose. My brown eyebrows had been arched to a point of rich thinness
reminiscent of a check signed at the end of a medical form. While this
face may have adapted, it was my face. Except for one detail. While my
sight was still hazy for some reason, my eyes betrayed, chilling me to
my core. My faded, green eyes had been replaced by piercing, icy blue
eyes. Unspooling, questioning black eyebrows complimented these eyes in
creating a picture of bitchy, upscale, yet wholly attractive
femininity. I looked as though someone had turned me into a very
attractive, middle aged woman without changing my body or making me
look like a transvestite; a mini-MILF. "I look like...," I said in an
alluringly feminine voice. "What the fuck!" I continued. I heard
footsteps in the main area of the bedroom. "Honey, what's wrong? I
heard a commotion coming from here," a gruff yet fatherly male voice
said. "I have to get out of here," I whispered as I struggled to find a
correct reaction. Suddenly, he came into the room. Dressed in jeans and
a blue button-down shirt, with brown hair that grew on an upward angle,
and a five o'clock shadow, the man must have been in his late 50's. I
stared at him in frozen fear. "Sam, what's wrong?" he said, looking at
me with genuine concern. "What the fuck is going on. My name isn't Sam.
My name is Kyle. Who are you!" I screamed. "Samantha... " said the man
in a voice of confused fear. "Calm down. You aren't making any sense."
I tried to run past him but he caught me in his arms. I screamed and
tried to break his grasp. Trying to secure me further, he grabbed my
hand. Looking down, at the my delicate, manicured hand in his large,
weathered hand, I wanted to puke. "Ms. Smith, please relax" said the
man. Just like that, a switched turned in my head. A smile widened
across my face and I giggled. I began to further intertwine my
glimmering fingers with those of the man's, holding my crucifix in the
other. "Do you remember the first time you came to my parent's house,
Jim?" I said in a British accent dripping with sexual experience.
"Wh...sure I do. Of course, Sam," Jim said, startled by the shift. "I
remember being so horny during dinner that I was fondling you under the
table. "I remember that. Your parents had no idea," said Jim. I laughed
a seductive laugh. "Do you remember what happened after that?" I
inquired. Jim responded, "Yah, during...," but I cut him off by moving
my left hand above his crotch and rubbing. "Say no, dummy... and let me
remind you." As I continued to stroke above his member, Jim shivered.
"You know I want to but...but Sam, the kids will be home any minute." I
smiled devilishly and moved my left hand into his pants grabbing his
penis and feeling it grow. Jim stiffened. I liked knowing that I had
the ability to that. Call me dated, but as a woman, I just enjoy that
comfort. "Well then what are we waiting for. Let's get to business. Let
me just get my vision back. I couldn't bear the thought of not being
able to see ALL of my man." I said with a purr in my Chelsea accent.
Retracting my hand from Jim's pants, I walked across the room with a
spring in my step. Finding a pair of wide, black hipster style glasses
that would have looked geeky on anyone but a woman like me, I put them
on and the world became clear. The image was complete.
Unbuttoning the top button of my blouse, I took off my headband letting
my long hair flow around my maternal yet sexy shoulders. Jim began
walking towards me. I waggled my finger at him. "No," I said. I walked
over to him and slowly undid his pants. My nails made it hard to open
but I knew how the great the reward would be. "I ought to get them done
in a nice shade of black next time I get down to the salon," I thought
to myself. Pulling down his pants, I could smell the beautiful musk.
"This is so out of character, Sam, but...," I interrupted Jim by
sliding one of his balls into my mouth. I repeated this with each
testicle. "I just wanted to show my appreciation for everything you do.
I hope I am successful," I said with a giggle as I took his shaft first
in my left hand and then in my mouth. As I sucked I thought of how much
shame my feminist mother would feel and how scarring it would be if
Lily and Max walked in on us right now. But I didn't really give a
fuck. I loved making my husband happy. To feel in control, I took my
right hand (for a change) and began fondling Jim's testicles as I
produced enough saliva to begin my slurping. To feel in the moment, I
pushed my glasses up my nose to get a better view of my man's manhood.
I then began to suck that dick like it was a straw. As Jim's little man
started to strain, he said, "Boy, do I love you, Ms. Smith". With those
words, Kyle returned. With eyes wide, I tried to scream as the strange
man began to cum into my mouth. I began to cough and pulled my mouth
away from the penis to regain air. "Sam, are you alright?" said Jim in
a worried voice.
"What the fuck is going on," I screamed in horror as I wiped the semen
of a stranger away from my mouth.
What had brought 16-year old Kyle James to this point?
Fawn
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