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Chapter 1: Oh god am I ever glad that I decided to go out tonight! There's nothing I can really do except stare at this Aphrodite-like goddess sitting across from me. I mean statistics just say that it just isn't possible for a girl to be this hot, and this awesome to talk to, there's just no way. Add in the fact that she's actually into me, and there's a better chance of me spontaneously turning into a woman! One thing's for sure, it was the best idea that I've ever had to come out tonight! 3hrs earlier Oh god this has to be the worst idea I've ever had I thought as I stared at myself in the mirror. At least I wasn't ugly, well at least not that ugly. I mean the guy looking back at me wouldn't ever get a second look, and that had kinda become my thing. Mediocrity, if there was ever a word that had been given human form, I was probably the word mediocrity. There just wasn't anything cool about me at all, I mean the best thing anyone could say about me was that I wasn't ugly. And it wasn't just my looks either, it was my whole life. There wasn't much to my life at all. I didn't really do that well in school so I never went on to college. After that I had gotten a boring office job, which at least let me move out on my own. And that's really all there is to know about me. I didn't really have any hobbies, except maybe playing Xbox occasionally. I don't have any friends except maybe some people I went to school with. Hell, I don't even know anyone around here except for people from my job (and my creepy neighbor Jasper, but I don't count him). It's been like this for what seemed like years now. I've always just kinda gone with the flow and drifted through life, and I've been fine, mostly. I don't know it was just something about tonight. I was watching TV like I usually do on Friday nights after work (well every night after work) and something just clicked, but not in a good way. I suddenly just realized how much my life sucked was. I had to do something to break it up, anything. Which is why in my infinite wisdom, I decided to go out to a bar. A bar, with actual people in it. I barely drank! Hell, I couldn't even smoke weed properly. I had to get it in cookie form! But apparently, I decided that I was going out to a bar, with actual people. I was such an idiot sometimes (most of the time). I sighed and headed out the door, pausing at my keys. Should I drive there? It was a bit of a walk but what if I got really drunk and it wasn't safe to drive back? Yeah, like that was going to happen. Still though I didn't really want to risk it. I mean they were attached to my keychain so I was taking them regardless. As I got out to the parking lot, I decided that it still probably wasn't a good idea to drive, besides who knew how parking worked there anyway? About twenty minutes later I arrived. Crazy Craig's, it was just your typical small-town bar, nothing special about it. In fact, if I somehow magically turned into a bar, I would probably look a lot like this. I had been here once before for someone's birthday from work. Didn't really like it as bars aren't really my thing, but yet here I was. I took a seat at the bar and realized just how few people were here. It's not like this is a nice or popular spot, but come on it was a Friday night. There were a couple people playing pool, and a few other small groups, maybe a couple of other losers on their own (like me), but not really what I expected. Then again all of my expectations came from TV and movies, so they probably weren't that realistic. I looked around at some of the women in the bar, what few there were, were in groups so there was no chance that I would talk to them. Hell, even if they were on their own, I probably still wouldn't have the balls to talk to them. It had been a while since I had gotten laid, since maybe a year or two after high school. This was a mistake; I don't know what possessed me to come out here but clearly it was a waste of my time... "Hey there I saw you looking lonely all by yourself," I heard the most beautiful voice in the world say. It was weird, I got this idea in my head before even I turned around. I knew that whoever had this voice must be the most beautiful creature on earth. I could picture her in my mind, but I couldn't make out any features, I just knew that I was in love. And I turned around and was proven right. She was gorgeous. Her face looked like it was carved from angels. I couldn't explain it, it was like if the word gorgeous had been given human form, but not so much that she didn't look kind, but also so kind that she looked even more gorgeous. "Yeah, uh... I don't really do this that much," I somehow found the words to say. "Yeah, you don't really seem the type," she said taking a seat next to me and reaching her hand out. "I'm Ashley." "Jason," I replied taking her hand. "So, Jason, I'm guessing if you don't come here you can't really tell me what's good huh?" "Yeah, like I said not really my thing, but I'll tell you what, how about you just take a shot and pick something, and I'll buy it for you." Holy shit I was never this smooth, like ever. "Goddamn Jason look at you, cute and a charmer, I'll tell you what I'll take a wine." The way she smiled at me just hit me right in the soul. Now I've never been in love before, but holy hell I just couldn't get enough of this girl. The bartender handed her her wine and even the way she drank it seemed angelic. "So, I take it you're not much of a 'going out' kind of person?" "Yeah, I don't really go out that much." What are you doing? She doesn't know you; you don't have tell her the truth. In fact, if she finds out what kind of guy you really are, she's going to leave you right here and now. Now try to be smooth like you were a minute ago. "Well, ever really." Oh my god I'm hopeless. "Well, I'm glad you came out tonight," She touched my arm, gave me this smile and I instantly felt a warm glow. Holy shit she touched me!! When girls do that, that means they like you right? "Hey, how about we head over to that table of there, give us a little more privacy to get to know each other huh?" She pointed to a table in the corner that was pretty far away from anyone else. "Ye... Yeah sounds good." As I followed her over, I got a good look at her. She had some nice tight jeans on that hugged her ass perfectly. It looked pretty big for someone her size, and in those jeans along with how her high heels made her walk, it took actual effort to tear my eyes away. To go with her jeans, she had on a cool black leather jacket that seemed to go with her jeans nicely. As we sat down, I saw her from the front and I got to say, as nice as that ass was, the front view was better. I don't know how big her tits were but they were like her ass. A bit too big for someone her size but holy shit, combined with a waist that looks like I could put both hands around, she pulled it off nicely to say the least. She had on a dark tank top with her jacket zipped up to right below her tits, putting them nicely on display. "I got to admit," she started. "I was actually kind of nervous coming out. I'm like you, I don't really go out all that much." Yeah, I doubt that. "Anyway I'm from out of town and I didn't really want to stay in my room all night. But I'm glad I came out, I got to meet you." She smiled at me and turned her head a little almost like something out of an anime. It took literally all of my strength right then and there not to propose to her. "Really? That surprises me, I would think someone as pretty as you goes out all the time." "Aww, that's so sweet of you to say!" Alright, she thinks I'm sweet, time to press my advantage. "So you're from out of town? What do you do?" She gave me a coy smile and ran her hand through her beautiful brown hair. "What do you do?" That warm glowey feeling came back, "Nothing special, I work for a company that runs license plate numbers for the DMV," I answered lamely. "Yeah, that sounds kinda boring. I get it, I don't really like my job either right now." We continued to talk for what seemed like hours. The whole time I just couldn't believe that this goddess even wanted to talk to me in the first place. I kept pinching myself to see if this was real or if I was dreaming. Although even if I was dreaming, there's no way I could ever imagine anyone as hot as this girl right in front of me now. We talked a lot about me and to be honest it felt good just to have someone to talk to about my life, much less someone as beautiful as her. It was a relief get so many things off my chest. Before I knew it, the bar was closing. Looking at my phone I was surprised that it was already 11 o'clock. What kind of bar closes at 11 on a Friday night? I felt a great sorrow run through me I really didn't want this night to end. I felt a connection just by talking with her much deeper than I ever thought possible. "Well, I guess we should probably get going," I said with a sigh. "Yep, looks like they're closing, you want me to get the tab?" she asked as we got up. God she was this beautiful and she paid for drinks? I might not know that much about women but even I knew that they weren't the ones who paid. "No don't worry about it I got it." "Oh, you're so sweet, thank you." And with that she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I completely shut down for a second, if she had asked for my car, I would have given it to her right then and there. "Ye... Yeah no problem," I finally managed to stutter. "Aw, you know you're cute when you blush." She playfully hit me on the arm and walked out of the bar. I went up to pay the tab and when I looked around, she wasn't there. My heart sank. Did I really imagine her? 'Well someone got three wines' I thought as I looked at the receipt. "Hey buddy," I tried to get the bar tenders attention; it didn't work. "Uh excuse me sir?" After a minute he finally looked over at me annoyed. "Did you see the girl I was with." "You mean the one that was completely out of your league?" "Yeah, that's her." "What about her, hey do you know if she's single?" "Uh, I don't know," I muttered as I handed him the receipt back. I wanted to say that she was with me, but I don't think he would have believed me. Hell, before a couple of hours ago I wouldn't have believed me. Wondering where she was, I headed out the door into the parking lot of the bar and looked around for her. She was nowhere to be found. Well, I guess that makes sense, there's no way something as great as her could ever happen to me. Getting close to tears, I headed back towards my apartment. "Jason!" I turned around. "Oh my god, Ashley!!" I was ecstatic ran over to her and to my surprise as much as hers I gave her a big hug. "Where were you?" "Well I'm happy to see you to." At that point I realized that I was still hugging her and let her go. "I went out around the corner for a smoke break, I'm surprised it took you that long just to pay the bill." I thought back to the five or so minutes I took trying to get the bartenders attention to ask if Ashley was real. "Yeah, there was a line..." She awkwardly looked around at the parking lot which was devoid of all but a few cars. "Uh, sure." She nodded uneasily. "Can I see you again?" I blurted out quickly, much to my embarrassment. Ashley actually looked a bit stunned. I figured it was all or nothing so I took my shot, this was my opportunity to tell her how much she meant to me, how she and she alone made my miserable life worth living, how I really don't think I could go on without her. "Ashley I like you," nailed it. "A lot," I added after a moment to really expound how I felt. She just stared at me. At that point I knew that I had blew it. I mean what was I thinking why would anyone with lady parts be interested in me, why would anyone at all, much less someone who looks like that. "Jason, I like you too." At that point it felt like time stopped, I probably just had heard her wrong. "What?" "Jason," she said putting her hands on my shoulders. "I said I like you too." And she smiled at me in a way that I knew she was genuine. "Can I have your number then." "No, not now." God women were confusing. "I don't understand." "Jason why does tonight have to be over?" "Because the bar closed." I swear she used all of her mental energy not to face palm. "Right, but that doesn't mean that we can't still see each other," she said giving me a suggestive look. I just stared blankly at her I didn't get. "God, Jason you're dense." At that point she took me in a gave me a deep kiss on the lips. "Jason, do you want to come back to my hotel room?" Chapter 2: I woke up tired, and feeling weird. It's kinda like you know when you wake up early, but you didn't sleep well so your body is too tired to go back to sleep? It felt like that. I wonder if this is always what hangovers feel like? Oh man, I can see now why some people give up drinking (unlike me who just never really got started). I didn't even think I had that much to drink. I guess just because I wasn't used to it maybe? I wonder how Ashley's doing? Oh yeah Ashley! God she was awesome, I'm surprised I talked to her as much as I did, but she was such a good listener. And talk about a lay! I mean sure, yeah, it's been a while, (a long while) but damn if that wasn't some of the best sex I've ever had! I hope she's still here; she seems too good to be true, maybe I made her up. I reached out my arm across the bed and feel nothing, and the oddest detail crosses my mind. I'm laying on top of the sheets, at this point my mind has woken up just enough to move my arm around to try and find her, but it comes up empty. That weird feeling from earlier comes back a bit. Although it isn't until I reach up to rub my face, that warning bells start going off in my head. For one, my chin feels smooth. Now I've never been one to really have that much of a beard (not by choice) but there's no sign of any hair what so ever. Two and this is the big one, my face feels different. My skin is so much smoother, almost like hers was. As I rubbed my face more, I felt something sharp poke me, and it felt like it was attached to my hand. As I open my eyes finally, I got a good look at my hand. I completely forgot what I was looking for as I stare confused at my hand. It isn't mine. It's much smaller, and for lack of a better word, daintier. I brought the other one up to feel it and it feels so smooth, almost like my skin earlier. Then I noticed that the other one looks just like it! Overwhelmed I ran my hands through my hair and was in for some more surprises. For one, there's more of it, a lot more. As I grabbed it to look at it, it's still brown at least. But a much, much nicer brown then mine. This hair looks like someone takes care of it, it's so shiny, and pretty, and it smells nice. It's at this point that I sit up, and get the biggest surprise. As I sat up it felt strange, like my chest is much heavier than it should be. When I looked down, that's when my brain starts overloading, and only focusing on one problem at a time. I see cleavage, and nice cleavage at that. It looks big, like I have no idea the size of it. Thinking that it must be some trick, or maybe I'm just getting really fat, I reached up and felt them. And yep, they're real. Wow this feels really good, is the first thought that goes through my head. Not why are they here? Or Oh god what have I done? Or even why are they on me? Nope, the first thing I notice is that it feels good to squeeze your own tit. Hands still on the merchandise, eventually I was able to look up. Across from the bed there's a table with a mirror on it. Although instead of me, there's a girl in it. I got up ignoring all of the new sensations coming from my body and look in the mirror. The girl from the mirror does the same. I look at her beautiful face, all made up, with her long wavy brown hair, and that's when it clicks. I know her, that's Ashley!! But wait a minute, if I'm looking in a mirror, and they mirror doesn't show me, it shows her, and I have tits, then that must mean. HOLY SHIT!!! I'm in Ashley's body. That's when things keep getting stranger, I look at her in the mirror and she's all dressed up, like she was last night minus her jacket. Her make up is nice and she has on a small dark purple tank top. She also looks like she's wearing pants, but I can't really see from this angle since the mirror is on the desk. I look down to see for myself and just see those really nice tits again. Man they're awesome, I got to say they might even look a little nicer from this point of view. They stand out really nice too. As I felt them again, I realize that I'm wearing a tank top and I'm actually feeling that, not the breasts. Also, I don't think that I'm just wearing a shirt, I think there's a bra under here too. I put my hands on top of them, to feel the breasts themselves and oh boy, That's a whole 'nother level. Not only are my hands feeling up boob (which is awesome) but the boobs are also feeling themselves get felt up. It's hard to explain and this was my first time feeling it, but it was like twice as good. Remembering the whole reason I looked down in the first place I turn my body so I can see past those beautiful fun bags of joy. And yep, I'm wearing pants. They looked like the same pants she was wearing last night, nice dark tight jeans. As I reached down to feel, I come across what must be my new ass, and boy is it lovely. Maybe not as nice as the tits, but hey, that's just my personal preference. All of a sudden it felt like a switch went off inside of my head, HOLY SHIT why am I in Ashley's body? And for that matter, where is Ashley? If I'm in her body, does that mean she's in mine? That doesn't make sense why would she be in my body? Then again why am I in hers? "Hello, Ashley are you here," I call out in her voice. "Oh shit, I have her voice." It really weirded me out talking and having someone else's voice come out. I stumble over to the rooms little bathroom and look in. Nope no one there, except her beautiful face in the mirror. Debilitated I plop down on the bed. It felt, different, softer. As I wiggled my new butt around, I took me a minute but I then I realize. It's not the bed is softer, it's the ass! God this body is so weird. Ok think Jason, Ashley may or may not have your body, but she's not here. If she left, maybe the front desk clerk saw her leave. Or better yet I could just call her. As I looked around for my phone I picked up on another detail. Not only is my body gone, but all the stuff I had with it. In this case that means no clothes (although to be fair I guess I'm technically covered on that front), but also more importantly, no phone. I do however find her purse. I brought it up to the bed with me as I wondered if I should go through it. Isn't a woman's purse supposed to be something almost regarded as holy. I remembered hearing somewhere that the most intimate thing you could do with a woman is go through her purse. Then I took another look at the tits. I'm pretty sure we're looking at intimate in the rearview mirror. I mean I probably have her pussy now. At that point I realized that I never a hundred percent checked. While if I did have her body, I probably didn't have a dick any more. Then again, I'd never woke up in hot girl's body before so I didn't really know the rules. I put my hand down between my legs, and while it was kinda hard to feel through the jeans, I felt nothing. Disappointed, I turned my attention back to the purse. Going through it, it had the normal (I guess) women things inside of it. I found her wallet, which I opened and found her ID, a pack of cigarettes, and some credit cards. There was also almost a hundred dollars in random bills. I tried to remember what she said she did for a living, but I think we only talked about me. There was some small make up kits, an expensive looking pair of sunglasses, what I now know are hair bands, and that was only the beginning. Eventually I found my quarry, her phone. It was actually just a typical iPhone and looked somewhat used. It was also turned off, so that was weird. As I waited for it to boot up. I looked at my fingers, or more specifically my nails, figuring that must've been what poked me this morning. I wasn't an expert or anything but my nails looked nice, like she took them somewhere to be done. The phone booted up, and asked for her password. Fuck, this wasn't good. I had no idea. I turned back to look through her purse for some kind of clue and found some more random shit. There was what seemed like a metric shit ton of lotion (which I tried a little and it smelled lovely), a nail file, and what looked like a wrapper? As I looked more closely at it I saw something written on the side. Tampax? Tampax! I let out the most girly 'eep' possible and tossed it back in the bag before it could get its period hormones on me. God, I had no idea how any of that worked. I was not a religious man (woman) by any standards, but I prayed that I would never have to figure it out. As I put everything back in the purse (and rubbed some more of that nice smelling lotion on my hands) I looked back at the phone. Please enter pin or use thumbprint to unlock. Wait a minute. Thumbprint, I had one of those, and not only that but I had her thumbprint as well. Holding my breath (which made my chest stick out even further), I picked up the phone with one hand and with the other put my thumb on the home button. After what seemed like a second, the phone clicked and unlocked bringing me to the home screen. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god, finally something going right today. Ok, first things first. I opened the phone app and dialed my number. Immediately it went to my voicemail. All right, no problem maybe the call just got dropped, that's a thing that happens right? So, I tried again, and again, and again. Around the sixth time I started to think it might not be a dropped call issue. I also put two and two together, if it immediately went to voicemail then that meant that my phone was shut off. Thinking back to last night, it was pretty drained when I got to the bar, and I hadn't charged it overnight, so it was probably dead. Sighing I dialed the number one last time. "Hey it's me Jason... I mean you, Ashley. I don't know what's going on. Once you charge your... I mean my phone can you just call me back... call you back. Just call this number please!" Feeling defeated for the second time I just laid back in the bed, feeling my chest shifting accordingly. "Well." I grabbed my tits as I talked to them. "I guess we're stuck for the long haul." I laid there for a bit just absentmindedly groping myself thinking about how fucked I was. Ok maybe she went somewhere, and she'll come back. Yeah, ok that's a plan, just stay here until she comes back. I looked back at her phone. It was going on noon soon. Even though I had no idea and no way of knowing, I doubted she would be gone for much longer. Just then I heard a knocking at the door. Oh thank god she's here! I leapt up from the bed, and felt my chest bounce up and down, painfully. Ok nope that was a bad idea, but I walked to the door as fast (and as gentle) as I could. I undid the lock, threw open the door and saw, not her. "Oh hi, sorry miss I wanted to let you know that check out time is noon and we'll need you to leave the room soon." A middle age woman in a cleaners outfit said to me. As I looked over her quick, I realized that she may have been pretty once, but not anymore. What had probably been years of hard labor had really worn her down, I was much prettier than probably she ever was. That was a weird thought. "Oh, yeah sorry I'm just getting ready to leave now," I stammered. "Alright, I'll be back in bit, but I do need to clean this room," she replied, as I closed the door. Oh fuck, what was I going to do now? I needed a new plan. I had to wait for her, but I had to do it somewhere safe. Where was safe? Then the answer hit me, my place. Obviously, the safest place for me was my own apartment. Now how was I going to get there? It was probably only half an hour walk from here, but I really didn't want to be out in public that long looking like this. Then I thought of her wallet with all of the cash in it. Ok, If I couldn't walk I could always call a taxi. No wait, that doesn't make sense It's not the 1900's anymore. I would call an Uber. I pulled out her phone and bingo! She had Uber installed, and as a bonus as I opened it, it was already logged in to her profile. Alright fifteen minutes, I could do that. I picked up her leather jacket from the chair and put it on. As I looked at her in the mirror, wow, just wow. I looked sexy. This was the girl that I damn near fell in love with at first sight last night at the bar. The way the black jacket complemented the purple shirt, and how it all framed those tits was A+. Huh, that brought up a good point about the tits. Even though they were really nice, I probably didn't really want them on display for everyone else. I tried to zip up the jacket, but god was it tight. It definitely was a lot smaller than it looked. It hugged my wasp-like waist really well, but wasn't so good when I tried to zip up the top half. I almost had to crush them in, and while in the end I was technically successful, god this jacket was tight. Trying to get that uncomfortableness out of my mind, I tried to focus on the next task, shoes. I looked over near the door and for the thousandth time this morning, Oh, shit. Ashley had been going out last night, as was obvious based on how I was dressed. That meant some real killer high heels. I didn't know shoes but they looked big. I sat back down on the bed to tried and put them on. How the fuck did women do this? There were so many tiny little straps and all, plus I had to hold them at an odd angle to see what I was doing because of my pronounced chest. But to my credit, I eventually did get them on. And then fell down straight on to my front pillows, and let me tell you, damn that hurts. I grabbed the side of the desk and tried to stand up. It was kinda like what I imagined a newborn giraffe looks like trying to stand for the first time. I felt like I was on stilts, I was able to slowly take one step at a time, but I could barely cross the room like this, much less walk down to the lobby. It was only then, that I remembered my monstrous bag of lady stuff. Careful to try and avoid the evil tampon I poked around there and pulled out a pair of flip flops. While definitely not the most stylish (I was wearing them with socks for god's sake), they were actually walkable. It was at this point that the pressure in my chest was becoming too much to bear. Sighing, I knew I had no choice. I unzipped the jacket down just below my melons and let out a sigh of relief, and it felt good. While I wasn't happy about the rest of the world ogling them, I did have to admit they were world class, so it was like I was doing a public service. Throwing my hair back behind my shoulders, I took one last deep breath and headed out the door. As I walked down the hallway there was something I noticed. This was the furthest I had walked in this body thus far, and it actually felt different. I noticed that I swung my hips back and forth a bit and could imagine that if someone were behind me, I would be giving them quite the show. At one point I actually stopped for a second and tried to walk like I had before, but It felt so unnatural that I almost face planted again. I walked down to the lobby and checked my phone, apparently the driver was five minutes away. Good, that would give me time to talk to the front desk clerk. I walked up to the counter and saw a scrawny kid who couldn't have been out of high school yet. When he looked up at me he actually gulped. What was I scary looking now? "H... H.... Hi ma'am, can I help you," he stammered. I guess I was scary now. "Yes, I was wondering if you saw the guy who was with me last night, did he leave already?" Man, my voice was sweet. The kid was looking at me, but not in the eye. Then it hit me, duh. It was the tits! This was going to be easy the kid was basically putty in my fingers. To be fair, If I saw a chick as hot as me, I'd do anything she asked me to. Hell, I did and look where that got me. "Uh, who were you with? Can you describe him?" This was awkward, I'd never had had to describe myself before. I was really plain; I couldn't think of any distinguishing feature about me. "Yeah, my age, about my height. Brown hair, kinda plain looking." The kid thought for a second. "Uh yeah I don't know if it's the guy you're talking about but a guy that sounds like that left early this morning." My eyes lit up "Oh my god that's great! Did you see where he went?" I leaned over the counter in anticipation, giving him an even better view. "Uh, no. He walked out the front door and that was that." I could feel the excitement drain from my face. Damn it, I guess that makes sense. It's not like hotel clerks follow up on where people go after they check out. All I know now is that she left through here, which I mean duh of course she did. It was then that I heard her phone beep. Looking down I saw that my Uber was here. "Well thanks anyway kid," I gave him a weak smile as I left. I saw the look on his face, he was heartbroken. I couldn't really blame him from his perspective he had disappointed a mega-hottie. Been there kid, yeah that sucks. Ok just stay focused, you know what your next step is Jason. Get home safe and then you can figure out how to get your body back. As I walked out of the hotel, a pretty nice car pulled up and rolled down its window. The driver was a guy about my age. "Ashley?" "Um-" I was confused how did he know my name, who was this guy and how did he know my name. Seeing the blank look on my face he held up his phone. "Uber?" "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I'm such a ditz right now. Yes hi, I'm Ashley." As I got into the car I wondered, why do I sound like that? Chapter 3: I slid my fine ass into the back seat of the car and again marveled at how nice and soft it felt. "This the address?" the driver asked as he held up his phone. "Yeah, that's where I'm going," I replied, as I double checked the address. God my voice was so, girly. I guess that goes with the territory now. As we drove, I started to go over everything again. I thought about Ashley at the bar. While I really had a connection with her, I wondered if she had one with me? Thinking back on last night was difficult, most of the night was hazy, but I remember that I really did like her, and thinking that a lot. Then something happened and it ends up with me waiting in a hotel room for her to return my body, and I can't even do that right. Wait a minute. If I'm supposed to be waiting for her back there, and I'm not there, then that means she doesn't know where I'm at!!!! Shit, shit, shit!!! OK Jason just try and breath, this jacket is tight enough that it's hard to breath regularly, much less when you start freaking out. You know she has your phone, so just call her. Yeah, I'll do that. I pulled out her phone and try to call her. Again, it goes right to voicemail "Hey Ash... Jason." I catch myself as I see the driver is listening in on my message. Ok try not to be suspicious. "I had to leave the hotel so I'm heading home now. Just meet me there," Shit she doesn't know where that is, "If you look in your Maps app, you should be able to find it. Ok, I really hope to see you soon. Bye." I let out a sigh of relief. So that should at least tell her where I'm at. And way to go me being all smooth like that yeah! "So, are we heading home for you?" my driver asks. "Uh, yeah I live there." "So why were you at a hotel then, if you only live fifteen minutes away?" Shit, that was a good point and I had no good reason for it. I'd have to think quick on my feet again. "Uh, a friend was there." God Damnit! The driver nodded. "Must've been a lucky friend," he muttered to himself. Oh, God he thinks I'm a slut. I mean to be fair I did go back to a hotel room and have sex with a woman I had met at a bar just hours before, so yeah, I guess that's fair. But hey come on! It's 2020 aren't women supposed to have more rights? And isn't slut shaming a bad thing now? God, I have it rough. The waiting was starting to get to me, so I pulled out her (although I guess it's mine now) phone and started looking at it. One thing I noticed was that it seemed a little rough around the edges. There was only a basic case on it, and although the case seemed brand new, the phone itself seemed to be a couple years old. Who buys a new case for a phone this old? When I got into the phone it seemed like there were only a couple of apps other than the default one's installed. I thought that hot girls lived on their phones. I opened up Uber first, and was ecstatic to find a trip history. Although when I opened it, I only found two trips: the one I was in right now, and last night from the hotel to the bar. That was weird, she must've just made this account. I found a bank app as well, the same bank as the cards I'd found in her wallet earlier, and luckily it opened with a finger print as well. When I saw the account balance, I damn near pissed my new panties. There was over a hundred grand in her savings account! It would take me like seven years to make that before taxes! Why would she leave so much fucking money with me? I again tried to catch my breath and think about it logically. She probably wouldn't have just left all that money with me, so that confirms that she's coming back to me. I looked through her account history and strangely it seems that this account was only a few days old as well. Other than a few fast-food charges, there wasn't anything on here, not even the hotel. Strangely enough the other app on the phone was Instagram. Figuring I wouldn't find anything else here either I took a look, and boy was I wrong. Unlike the others, this was not a new account, but one with thousands of posts, that looked like they went back years, and all of them were me, well Ashley, but you get the point. It was your typical hot girl Instagram with a bunch of sexy selfies, and there seemed to be a lot of landscape shots of a bunch of different cities. There also seemed to be a couple of other girls who showed up in a bunch of pictures. One was a gorgeous blonde who looked to be my age. Although they didn't appear to be sisters, they definitely were close. On a side note, that blonde was hot! She seemed to have a girl next door vibe kind of going on that made her face really cute. And god, her rack was probably bigger than mine was. I spent a couple minutes looking at different pictures of her and I was glad to say that I hadn't lost my attraction to women during this whole event. Then again, as I looked down at my own wonderful cleavage, how I felt when I was touching these, kind of proves my theory that I still like women. Even though I didn't have a dick, I could still feel something coming from my groin. It definitely wasn't a hard on, but felt kinda warm, and kinda wet. Moving on I looked at the other woman in my pictures. She was a bit older, probably in her thirties and blonde just like the other girl. But holy shit, she made mega hotties like us look like little pre-pubescent boys. Everything about this woman screamed sex. Her tits alone seemed to be the size of my head, and they didn't look too big on her at all! It was like they perfectly fit her body. This woman didn't look like either of us enough to be our mother, but she did have an older mentor vibe going on. And oddly enough neither of these girls were tagged in any of the pictures. "All right, were here," the driver called out, surprising me. I didn't realize how long I was looking at that phone. For a second I considered not tipping him because of that slut comment. But then I remembered that he actually didn't make any comment and that was all actually inside of my head. God, I hope I'm not turning into a crazy chick. I put my phone back in my purse and started to look for my wallet but there was so much shit in there that it took me a minute. "Sorry," I said with an embarrassed little smile as I handed him five bucks. It's not like I couldn't afford it now. "Yeah thanks, listen I need to go now, I got another ride." "Oh, yeah sorry... again," I stammered as I awkwardly retreated out of the car. As I walked into my building rather than heading upstairs to my apartment, I headed to my mailbox. Not to get my mail, but to retrieve the spare key that I had hidden there under a false bottom. Now I want to say that I had it there because I'm always prepared, but that would be a lie. The truth is when I first moved into to an apartment, I locked myself out, a lot. And now since I was on the third floor it was much easier just to get a second key made rather than try to break in. As I climbed the steps, I noticed something I hadn't before. My breast were jiggling, like a lot. I had noticed that they had a bit as I just normally walked around, but the stress of the whole situation allowed me to put it out of my head. Now though, especially as I walked up the stairs, they seemed to be shaking with each path I took. I looked down and could actually see them jiggle. I tried to put my hands up to hold them still, and while it worked, even I knew that it looked weird. I was walking down the hallway towards my apartment when I saw my neighbor come out of his. Shit! While Jasper seemed like a nice enough guy, he was kinda weird. Not that I was anyone to judge, but the few times we had talked, he seemed like he got picked on a lot in high school, and still carried that resentment around. It's not that I didn't want to talk with him now, I mean I didn't really ever want to talk to him, but I didn't really want to talk with anyone now in my current predicament. As I walked down the hallway, I try to keep my eyes focused ahead. Just don't look at him, don't look at him. Plus, I look way out of his league anyway right now, there's no way that loser will try talk to any girl, let alone one who looks like me. "Hi," I heard someone call behind me. Oh, shit that didn't work. I turned around with an awkward smile and for some dumb reason I decided to engage with him. "Uh, hi." "I noticed you looking at me." No I wasn't. Does he think that obvious lies like that are going to get me to talk to him? "and I don't think I've seen you around. My name's Jasper," He introduced himself as he held out the whitest hand I've ever seen. "Uh, nice to meet you. I'm Ashley." I shook his hand. What are you doing you dumb bitch? Now he's going to think you want to talk to him. This is your fault. "That's a real pretty name for a pretty girl." I swear to god bitch if you blush. "Where are you headed?" "Uh, to the apartment down there." I pointed to my door. "Jason's place? What do you want with him?" he asked with a confused look on his face. Really Jasper? This is how you react to people coming to see me? You really are a god damn creep. "Uh yeah he's..." At this point, my quick thinking comes back to me "my... boyfriend." Yeah sure this isn't going to cause any issues down the line. "Oh, he never mentioned he had a girlfriend." Yeah, because I avoid talking to you whenever humanly possible because you're a freak! He had a look of disappointment on his face. "Well, I am. Listen I need to go now." I turned around and headed straight for my door. I was sure that he was looking right at my perfect ass then and there was nothing I could do about it. I opened the door, headed right inside and slammed the door behind me, making sure to use the dead bolt. I leaned my back against the door and slid down till the floor connected with the cushion that is my ass. As all of the emotions that I had been suppressing with adrenaline came to the surface I rubbed my head and ran my hands though my long hair, and again I'm amazed by how soft and nice my skin and hair feel. As I try to make sense of all the thoughts running through my pretty little head, one in particular rises to the surface. I have to pee. Chapter 4: Peeing, ok I can do that, a lot people pee. I've peed a bunch of times in my life before. Of course, I had never peed like this. 'Alright, let's do this' I said to pep myself up. I stood up, and walked in to the bathroom, throwing my purse on the couch as I passed. Once I got in there I was once again shocked by just how beautiful my reflection was. That face was just as beautiful as it was last night. It was really uncanny and almost seemed inhuman just how perfect I looked. Then I remembered why I was in there in the first place. Ok, so first thing, pants off. I reached down to feel my jeans and damn, were they tight. I had noticed as I was walking a bit, but they felt like damn near a second skin to me. I tried to unbutton them like I would any other pair, but I was having trouble with my longer nails. Frustrated I looked down trying to see what I doing, but I was blocked by the enormous fun melons in front of me. Getting a little ticked off at this point, I tried and lean forward to see over them, but I accidently leaned too far and that combined with my new weight distribution led to me almost falling over but luckily, I caught myself at the last second on the sink. Now I was getting angry. Seriously, why is it so difficult being a woman? I marched into my bedroom where at least I have a full-length mirror and kick off my flip flops. Now that I can kind of see where my dainty woman fingers are, I can at least get the button undone if I suck my literal non-existent gut in. It seriously looked like someone can wrap both hands around my waist. Like that can't be natural can it? And of course, because nothing can go right today, I run into my next problem as I try and pull down my pants, mainly I can't. I don't know if I mentioned it before or not, but skinny jeans doesn't even begin to explain these. It's weird, they feel a little loose, normal even, around the feet. But as you travel up the leg, they become tighter, and tighter, and when you reach my delicious, juicy ass, forget about it. I think that's the main problem, my ass honestly seems like it should go on another girl, like someone a good forty to fifty pounds heavier than me. I'm exaggerating, but only a little. I remember back to the hotel room, trying to zip up my jacket around my enormous hooters, that was nothing compared to what I was doing here. I had to resort to actually jumping up and down to get them off. Which of course my chest didn't agree with. I felt them bouncing up and down to the point I was afraid that if I put my head down, I might actually give myself a black eye. What is the point of wearing a bra if they still bounce around this much? Of course, as soon as I get the waistband of the jeans down past my bodacious booty, they fell down easily. As I straightened back up, I could feel my chest still moving around as it settled into place the best it could, and the strain that I guess my bra was putting on my shoulders was getting uncomfortable. Leaving the pants on the floor like I usually do, I headed back to the bathroom to do what I had originally planned to, and what was becoming more and more of a priority. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I pulled down my panties a little and sat down on the toilet. At this point I didn't really know what to do. I thought back to before, and when I wanted to pee, I just peed. It was something that I just did instinctually so how did I do it in this body? I don't think I even have the same muscles as before... And all of a sudden, I feel it coming out of me. It's such a new different sensation that I almost jump off the seat. It feels more like a spray now, but at least it does feel good not holding it in anymore. It's at this point that I noticed that I'm half naked from the bottom down. I mean my pussy was out right now for the world to see. I looked down, but the two main stars again seem to be blocking my view. I leaned over them, careful not to fall over again, and look at it. Since I was straining myself, I could only just barely see it, but it looks like the pussy I saw last night. While I can't see it that easily, I realized that I can in fact feel pretty damn easily. I carefully took a finger and brush it lightly past the - Oh my God! I again damn near jumped off the toilet. It was like touching the most sensitive part of my dick when it was already ready to go. I take it back, maybe women do have it easy if that's all it takes to get them off. Putting that aside for later, I diverted my attention to the rest of the lower half of my body. Running my hands up and down my legs felt heavenly. My skin is so soft and that combined with extra sensitive sense of touch coming from my fingers, sends a nice little tingle throughout my body. I stretched my legs out and look at my feet. They're what I expected, dainty tiny girl feet with some actually pretty nice nail polish on them. And of course, there was the main attraction of my lower half. To be fair I was sitting down, and I didn't want to go too far (yet), but as I ran my hands across my hips, I could literally feel my ass overhanging the sides of the toilet. Standing up I remembered that it's important for girls to wipe, and which direction they wipe matters. Was it front to back, or back to front? I figured that I had a fifty-fifty shot either way I took a shot in the dark and wiped front to back. After washing my hands, I walked back out into the living room, and went to check my phone again. Even though in reality it had only been like ten minutes since I had last checked, it felt like an eternity. Ok at this point I was going to have to face facts. Yes, Ashley had taken my body and left me stranded in hers. She was also the one whose name the room was under, so she knew that I would've been kicked out by now. However, she did leave me with access to over a hundred grand so she would probably want to come back for it. Her leaving me to get kicked out of the hotel room was what was throwing me off though. If she wanted to get the money back, why did she let me leave? All right so maybe this wasn't as cut and dry as I thought before. If that's the case then I should probably start by taking some precautions. I walked over and got my laptop and sat down with it on my couch. The fabric against my bare legs actually felt kind of nice as I waited for my computer to boot up. Wait why could I feel the fabric through my legs? Oh, that's right. I looked down at my bottom half clad in just panties, I left my pants on my bedroom floor, I briefly thought about putting them back on, but considering the nightmare they were to get off, I wasn't about to go through that again. Besides, now wasn't the time for pants, this was the time for action! First thing I did was log into my work email and tell my boss that I had a sudden family death and that I didn't know how long I'd be out, but probably for a week at least. I also added in that the service was out in the middle of nowhere, so my phone probably wouldn't be working. While I hoped that she would come back for the money before then, at least it bought me some time. Wait a minute, what if she didn't come back for the money!!! I mean yeah, I had access to her accounts, but presumably she did as well. She could just transfer the money remotely! It was at this point that I actually felt more terrified than I had since I had woken up. There's an actual possible chance that I may be like this for the rest of my life! I'll have to go through life as a woman, I mean a hot woman, but a woman regardless! Just getting back to my apartment had been hard enough. If I lived this way, then I would have to go through things like a period, and I would have to eventually have a baby. Oh god I hope I didn't get pregnant. I put a hand down on my nice and firm stomach, imagining what it would be like all big and swollen. These tits were agonizing enough to carry around, I couldn't carry them and a baby!! Plus, don't boobs get bigger and leak a lot when you're pregnant? These things were already hurting my shoulders on their own. After freaking out for a couple minutes I realized that I had to calm down. I walked over to the fridge and got a beer and a cookie. However, to my dismay, even though it was a twist off, it seemed now in my girlish body all of my upper body strength must've been directed towards my chest and back to hold up these monsters. I tried doing it like I normally did, but it actually hurt me as the rough bottle cap dug into my now much softer hands. Eventually I was able to get it off, but it required way more effort than usual. I walked back over to the couch and took a sip of the beer, and then spit it right back out. Yuck had the beer gone bad or something? It tasted disgusting, not like beer usually tastes that good to begin with, but wasn't this bad. I went back over to the fridge and went through the whole process of getting a beer again. This time I was smart enough to use a wash cloth to save my little girl hands. See, I can learn how to do women things. But again, the beer tasted horrible. I figured that it did kinda make sense though. If I had her body then I probably had her taste buds which meant that I had her tastes. But aren't preferences part of your personality? Oh God, did that mean that my personality was going to change too? I thought back to that maid, who I thought I was prettier than, and that Uber driver who I thought he was thinking of me as a slut. Maybe it was just stress, but I was going to have to pay attention going forward to see if anything else had changed. With beer being out of the question I got a soda from the fridge. Although with my nails, I didn't even try to open it, instead I got a knife from the counter. I had to figure out who this girl was. I nibbled on the cookie as I sat back down on the couch and put her purse on the coffee table in front of me and took out her wallet. I pulled out her wallet and examined her ID. It was a Missouri driver's license, what the hell? She was from Branson Missouri, who the hell is from Branson Missouri, and what is she doing up here in Pennsylvania? The rest of the information looked pretty standard, apparently, I was still 24, so that's cool, I guess. Ok, well the internet knows all, so I took out my laptop again and typed in 'Ashley Konto, Branson Missouri' into google. There was nothing at all, no school records, no anything records really. Then I tried my (her) full name 'Ashley Madison Konto'. The first thing that popped up surprised me. It was for the website Ashley Madison, not the person. Looking down the page a bit I realized why. Konto was German for account. Again, I started putting the pieces together. On a whim I brought up a picture of a Missouri driver's license. The layout was completely different than the one I held in my pretty little hand. An ID from a state that no one has even heard of, her phone which while it looked used, only had a few basic apps on it, and the fact that most of her accounts didn't go back further than a few days. I started to think that Ashley Konto wasn't her real name. With her fake name and burner phone, did that mean she was in trouble? Is that why she took my body?! I had to make sure that she came back. While she probably still had access to her money, so did I, for now at least. But she didn't have access to mine, not that there was much to have access to. I took out her phone and logged into my bank account. At the same time, I opened my own (Jason's) account on my laptop. What I could do is transfer all of her money to me. This way she would have to at least contact me to get her money. There was a problem with my masterfully thought out plan though. To access any of her money I would need her password. Fuck, and I realized to get any of it I would need her pin as well. Well, I'm shit out of luck then. I thought about maybe using her credit cards a bit to try get a bit of money, but without her password or at least her pin, there was nothing much I could do. I sighed and put my head in my hands. From this position I could literally feel my tits hanging off of my chest. God they were heavy, weren't bras supposed to help with that? Mine sure didn't feel like it did. I mean I love tits, and don't get me wrong these are some nice tits, but it feels like I made a wish with a monkey's paw to have unlimited access to the best tits in the world. I tried lifting them in my hands. First off, I could barely get my hands around them. And second, like I said before, they were heavy! They were so firm too; it was almost like lifting a couple of bricks. At this point I felt my pussy acting up again. It was kind of like when I got a boner, where I could feel things starting to heat up, but the sensation was different. I pressed my legs together and it felt, slippery? You know if I'm going to be in this body a while it only makes sense to fully see what I have to work with. Well maybe I had just lost my entire identity and way of life, might as well take advantage of what I can. Eager to check it out some more I jumped up, feeling my tits come with me a second later and bounded off to the bedroom. Chapter 5: It still seemed so unreal. Looking back at me from the mirror was this absolute goddess wearing just a tank top and panties. I got to admit I was actually pretty nervous. Which is crazy right? But I mean it makes sense to be nervous around a girl this pretty. But at the same time, I knew, even if I didn't want to admit it, that that girl was me, so why should I be nervous? I sat down on my bed, relishing just how soft it felt with all of my new cushioning. I don't know if maybe it's because I was focusing on it, or maybe because I wasn't use to it, but it was super noticeable. It wasn't that I was necessarily uncomfortable, but I kept trying to move into my old normal feeling that was now long gone. Realizing that that was a lost battle I moved my attention to my legs. As I rubbed my hands up and down them, I could feel the femininity in my legs in how soft and smooth they were. Now I hadn't really had that many opportunities to feel a woman in the past half a decade, so I figured might as well take advantage now. As I stroked my legs, I again felt my nether region again take notice. I could feel it heating up a bit. Taking my hand and pressing it firm against the outside of the panties made me push my legs together. I felt my breathing quicken as I let out a small moan. It was kind of like before, when I felt the desire to rub and push my dick against something, although now I wanted something to be rubbed and pushed into me. At this point I figured that I should try and take things slow, it's like when you're beating off and you want to take your time. The best part is the leading up to it. I looked down and saw my very pronounced chest pushed out further than before and heaving up and down with my heavier breathing. I put my hands on them relishing the feeling, but like before, I was feeling them through the bra and the shirt, that had to change. With one more deep breath I stood up and gazed at the beauty in the mirror. Her make up perfectly done, along with her long wavy brown hair was almost too much. I put my hands on the bottom of the tank top and closed my eyes. It was now or never; I could feel myself pulling the shirt up. But then it got stuck. Opening my eyes to try and see what the problem was, I actually let out a little laugh for the first time today, although it did come out as a giggle though. It was stuck on my rack! I mean I had taken shirts off before, but now I was shaped quite differently. Not really knowing what to do, I put my hand on a boob and tried to push it in while I pulled the shirt around it. That wasn't really the best idea. For one, I had some firm tits, so it took a good bit of effort to push them in. Second it was really uncomfortable and weird, like a weight was sitting on my chest. Eventually though, I did get it over my head and threw it to the side. Where it then immediately got caught on my hair and it actually kind of hurt. After messing around a bit finally, I was able to get it out of my hair. At this point I was actually kind of mad at the shirt, so I crumpled it into a ball and threw it on to the bed with all of my girlish strength. Of course, my chest didn't necessarily agree with this sudden movement, and so bounced accordingly in protest. Again, turning towards my looking glass, I gasped at what I saw. I mean intellectually you'd think by now that I was getting used to seeing Ashley's face in the mirror, and I was, kinda. But seeing her there in just her panties and bra, I was stunned, it was getting harder to associate that gorgeous reflection with myself. Whenever I looked down at my tits, they seemed bigger for some reason, and I do have to admit, I kind of liked the view better from here. I gotta say that seeing her standing there cupping her tits didn't do anything to calm down the fire in my crotch. Instinctively I pushed my legs together and felt my pulse race. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. After a few seconds I calmed down just a bit, and opened my eyes staring at the beautiful reflection in the mirror. It was now or never, I mean not really because I could do this whenever, but now was the time. I slowly reached my hands up and behind my back, and felt the bra. And then realized that I had no idea how to take a bra off. I've never taken one off myself, much less from this angle. It felt like there were hooks back there holding everything together but I couldn't really tell. I tried to turn around and look at it in the mirror, but my hair got in the way. Frustrated I tried to just take it off like I did the shirt, but that went even worse. I moved it up a bit, but then from that position it was pinching my tit, hard. I pulled it down to its original position and went back to fighting the hooks. After a few moments I was victorious. I pulled the back apart and finally took the damn thing off of me. As I stood there holding it, I was astonished by its size. I saw a tag on the side and read it, '40-D'. Now I didn't know anything really about tit sizes but aren't D's supposed to be the big ones? Like are there bigger sizes, could they get bigger? What if I do get pregnant, do sizes go bigger than a D? Is that what the numbers are for? It was at that moment that I looked back at the mirror. Ever since I'd taken the bra off, I'd been concerned with the bra itself, and not the prizes underneath. I mean yes, it's weird that the bra is that big but there seems to be something (well two pretty big somethings) that demand my attention a little bit more. Now it had been awhile since I'd seen them in real life (not counting last night, which to be fair I could barely remember), but by god were they magnificent. They were big and firm, and the way they jutted out from my chest it was like they were begging for attention. I dropped the bra on the floor and brought my hand up underneath them. It had a good bit more weight than I thought it seemed to weigh more than before, which I guessed made sense, before they had the bra to take some of the weight from them. I had noticed earlier when I felt them, it was different when they were attached to me obviously. Not only was I feeling from my hands, but from my chest as well. And just like then, that made it so much better. If touching my vagina was like touching the head of my dick, then this was kinda like playing with myself, (which again I guess should have been obvious), it felt good and got me in the mood as my crotch got a little damper and I pushed my legs together. As my hands got more liberal with rubbing them, I was surprised to find two somethings poking my hand, one on each tit. With a lot more strength than it should have taken, I was able to pull my hands away from my big chest long enough to see what the problem was. At this point I was getting a little use to surprises, and my brain was prioritizing other feelings at the moment, so it wasn't that big of a shock, but I had nipples! I mean it makes sense, I'm a human, and humans are mammals and most mammals had nipples, hell I'd even had them before all of this happened! But these were bigger, a lot bigger and a lot more noticeable. Was it because they actually had a use now? Before my nipples were just there, I didn't really think about them, except when some asshole in high school use to take and twist them. But now they technically had a purpose, one day eventually when I would have kid, they would get way bigger and I would use them to feed said kid. Trying to get those thoughts out of my head before I started freaking out about that again, I put my hands back up to cover them. In doing so I discovered another difference about them. They felt better, way better. Again, before they didn't really have any feeling at all, but now it was a whole 'nother ball game. It wasn't quite as nice as touching my dick when it was hard, or putting a finger in my pussy like I did earlier, but that doesn't mean that it didn't feel good. As I lost track of myself playing with my two new toys, I felt my crotch again heat up as I pleasurably forced my legs together. I fell back on to the bed, my ass cushioning the blow. I had to admit having a butt this big definitely had its advantages. Maybe it was ok that my entire life had been stolen, if I got to feel up a chick this hot whenever I wanted. At this point my pussy was pounding, pushing my legs together I felt my hand slip between my panties and I felt a small shiver go through me. NO!!! I couldn't do it!! I was a man for god sakes!! I should be angry about the fact that I have big titties, not glad that I get to feel them up!! Who the fuck was Ashley that gave her the right to take away my body! And the way she just left me there in that hotel room to wake up with no idea what was happening! I mean she didn't even leave me with a real name, or a way to get all of my money (well technically it was her money but my point still stands, kind of)!! I tried to calm down a bit, closing my eyes as I took a few deep breaths. Ok sitting here feeling myself up isn't going to help me get my body back. And to be fair neither is me angerly yelling at my reflection in the mirror. At that point I decided that maybe the best thing to do was just to relax a bit and hang around a bit like I do when I'm in my normal loser body. That way I could at least calm down a bit and figure out what my next move is. Chapter 6: Staring deep into the mirror, the first thing I noticed was how much the girl in the mirror's chest heaved up and down in perfect rhythm as I breathed. Of course, looking down I saw the exact same thing, just from a much better view. They seemed to get bigger with every breath I took, and they were already damn big to begin with. NO!!! I had just won the battle against these damn demon mounds; I wasn't going to let them suck me back in with their firm softness and the nice wet feeling that I got that went along with them. I couldn't let this new body control me, no matter how nice it felt. If I did then I could lose the entire life that I had built. Yeah, sure it wasn't necessarily a good life, and it's not like I had any real reason to go back to it, but... All of a sudden, I started feeling really good again, specifically my crotch. Looking down I saw that I had my hands had gone back to fondling my tits. I quickly yanked them away. I realized this was going to be harder than I thought. Ok, so being naked definitely didn't help anything, so that was the first thing to fix. I looked down at the floor where I had dropped the bra, and picked it up. This thing had been a pain in my fine ass to take off, and I had no idea how I was going to start to put it back on. Tossing it on the bed I picked up the purple tank top I had been wearing since this all began. God it was small, seriously holding it out in my hands, it looked like something for a twelve-year-old. This was ridiculous, I was still a person, sure a different (better) shaped one, but a person none the less, which meant that shirts should still fit me. I was a little smaller than before sure, but I wasn't particularly big before. I walked over to my dresser and took a t-shirt out, hoping that they would still fit. As I pulled the shirt on, I noticed two things. One, my nipples were still a problem, they were so damn sensitive, and sticking out pretty far to boot. I was about to try and rub them to see if that would ease the tension at all, but caught myself at the last moment. It may had taken me multiple tries but eventually I learned my lesson. Even with the shirt on they were still so damn noticeable, like tiny little signs saying 'look at me!' Which led me to the second thing. Yes, me being smaller now than I was yesterday did technically mean that my clothes would fit just probably not very well. Now I expected my old shirts that once fit me pretty well to now be kinda loose, makes sense, right? Well, I was half right. The shirt was definitely oversized and loose, on my bottom half. Along the top half, (aka my chest) the shirt was pretty damn tight. I mean to be fair; it did look sexy but this was getting ridiculous, I didn't want to look like an Instagram model with everything I did. If you only looked at my chest, (which is where most people would be looking, myself included) it looked like I was wearing a shirt two sizes too small. But in reality, the shirt was actually too big. Plus, as mentioned before, it made my nipples super visible. With how tight it was around my chest it kinda affected my posture, which made it hard to slouch. Now since I had woken up, I had noticed that obviously, my weight was very differently distributed. Which in turn of course dictated how I moved and stood. Before all of this I didn't exactly have what anyone would call good posture. I want to say it's from years of working over a computer, but I'd only worked at my job for one year, before that it was all minimum wage retail, (which ironically required a lot of standing) nevertheless I had developed a bit of a slouch. Shaped like this though, slouching isn't really an option. Throughout the day my shoulders and back had been getting pretty sore. While usually this would just make me want to slouch more, the weight on my chest, combined with the bra itself just seemed to make it even more uncomfortable. Which had caused me to be pushing my chest out naturally, which still hurt my back and on top of everything else drew more attention to my glorious rack. I'm guessing that the real Ashley had to deal with this problem too, which is probably why her body didn't slouch and had the posture that it did. Whatever, if I now have natural posture that's better for this body, then I guess that's a win. Yes, it does make me look sexier but so does literally everything else about this body. Alright so the top half of me was (somewhat) taken care of, now I figured that I should probably find some pants. Looking at the discarded skinny jeans on the floor I had flashbacks to how difficult it was just to get them off, I couldn't even begin to think of how miserable it would be put them back on. I remembered how much my boobs hurt after jumping up and down to get them off, and that was with a bra. I shuddered at the thought of repeating that venture without one. I looked at the clock, it was already past 4. I probably wasn't going out today unless Ashley did come back, and that was getting less and less likely as time went on. Plus, even if by some miracle she did come back and we went out, I would probably (hopefully) be back in my own body. I could probably just put some pajamas on and I'd be fine. I took out a pair of my boxers and held them up to my hips. They looked like they would be too big, but after the t-shirt I didn't know what to think anymore. As expected, they went up my silky-smooth legs no problem, and when we got to my ass, luckily, they actually went over them and fit. Sure, they didn't fit well, but they fit. This gave me high hopes as I grabbed a pair of sweat pants, and to be fair I should've known better than to get my hopes up. They started fine just like the boxers. But when I got to my butt that's when I had trouble. As I guy, I had always liked my sweat pants kinda tight on me. And to be fair, this decision was made from the point of view that I would never switch bodies with a girl who had an ass that just wouldn't quit. Looking back, if I had known that, then I probably would've gotten looser pants for occasions just like this. Yeah, I got them on, but like how my tits stretched out my shirt, my pants were tight around my ass. I turned around to look at the prized peach through the mirror, and maybe peach doesn't quite do it justice. My ass was like a damn pumpkin. I mean, I liked the look of the tits, I really did, but to be fair I hadn't really seen my ass, just felt it. I looked like a hot girl wearing yoga pants that were just a little too small on her, expect I wasn't, I was just wearing pajama pants. And just like the tits, it felt so great too. Now I had felt my own ass before today, and that ass, like the rest of me, wasn't anything special. But like so much else, that had changed. As I groped it in two hands, I started getting that familiar feeling as my crotch heated up. GOD NOT AGAIN!!!! This is getting ridiculous!! I know I was a horny loser but come on!!! This isn't worth losing my life over! I took another couple of deep breaths, this time making sure to close my eyes so I didn't see my breasts appear to become bigger. Although to be fair I don't really think it did that much since I could still feel them on my chest. Ok, think, let's just do this one step at a time. I need to distract myself from this body. Obviously, the bed room with the full- size mirror and the bed probably isn't the best place to do that. Focusing as hard as I could I walked back out into the living room. Ok now what? I went and checked my (her) phone again. Surprisingly there were no missed messages or calls. I could try and call her again, but I knew that if she did have her (my) phone with her, then she obviously had seen my other messages, so there was no point in calling her again. I could try and go through her phone again, maybe there was something I missed, or maybe I could just try and get into her bank account again. Both were pretty bad ideas, if there was anything in her phone then it would be there later, no point in trying to look, not finding anything and then getting upset. And if I kept fucking around with her bank then there was a chance that it could lock the account. Defeated, I got another cookie from the kitchen and I slumped back down on the couch and turned on the TV. Yeah, this body was quite different then my old body, but if there's one thing I could count on it was TV. The first thing I turned on was, of course, a Victoria's secret commercial. Now usually I like watching these probably a little too much. In fact, I kept a show on my DVR specifically because it had this exact commercial. But like everything else today it seemed that that had changed as well. I mean I still liked watching it. But as I watched the model and thought about how pretty she was, it was more along the lines of if she can do it, than so can I since I'm hotter than her. I pictured myself up there in the bra that apparently make your breasts appear two cup sizes bigger. I changed the channel before my thoughts could take me to a sexy place. It was some dumb chick soap opera. I was scared that with all of the other weird things that I'd been thinking that I would end up actually liking this show. Thankfully after about twenty minutes I still thought it was shit. At this point I was getting kind of antsy and was looking for something to do, and that's when it hit me. Let's say we're in some bizarre alternate timeline where I didn't wake up in some insanely gorgeous girl's body, what would I be doing right now? The answer was obvious. Pretty much the only other thing I did except go to work, eat and sleep. I picked up the controller and turned on the Xbox. And for the next hour or so things were actually pretty good. In my current state I didn't feel like trying a multiplayer game. And though my imagination had been running pretty wild today, thankfully I didn't even think about any kind of game that would've required me to communicate with other people and put on a head set. I decided on The Witcher and things went well, for a bit. I was having kinda a hard time concentrating on the storyline, so I decided to do some side quests, but even then, they started to lose my attention. After a bit I chose to then just fool around a bit, explore and level up. However, it wasn't long before I was having trouble doing even that. "Damn It!!!" I yelled as I through the controller down next to me. That was the third time I had died on that fight. I didn't know what was the matter, I knew that just the day before I had no problem with a fight that was easily twice as hard. So, what was it now? As I ran my hands through my luxurious hair, I was reminded a bit of my current situation. I looked down at my hands and saw again just how much care Ashley must've put into her hands. The finger nails alone, were so shiny and long and perfect, it was a wonder how I could do anything. In fact, yeah how could I do anything? As I picked up the controller again, I realized just how unnatural it felt. I usually use my right thumb on the joystick then my index finger for the face buttons, but now when I did that my talon would actually scratch my thumb. Trying to use the face buttons with my thumb didn't help either, the nail kept getting caught and I was scared I was going to break it off. Now I wasn't really that progressive per say, but I had heard of hot girls that actually liked playing videogames. But now, I don't know if I believe that they are real. I mean, I could barely hold the controller. Once again defeated I turned off the Xbox and turned the TV back. I was still pretty twitchy and wasn't really paying attention to what was on. I spotted my purse and, on a whim, decided to check through it again (completely forgetting about the horror that I saw inside before). Surprisingly, nothing new had magically appeared in my purse, it was still the same shit in there from this morning. There was a little bit more make up then I remembered, complete with what even I knew was a small make up mirror. I opened it up and was surprised to see it light up and magnify my face back at me. Now to be fair, I had spent a good bit of time looking in mirrors today, probably more than I had the entire month before, but a good bit of that time (at least more recently) I hadn't really been concerned about my face. But this was still the face that I woke up with this morning, and that I fell in love with at first sight last night. I noticed that my eyes were an alluring brown, that seemed to match my hair damn near perfectly. I still had the make up on from this morning but it was starting to fade a bit. I ran a hand along my now hairless cheek and felt a weird smooth texture that wasn't just my skin. I looked down at my fingers and saw two little dark spots where I had touched my face. I then remembered something else I had seen in my bag. Rummaging through it I took out the small pack of wipes. Holding the mirror with one hand, I started to wipe my face. After a few moments I was shocked at the result. First, looking down at the wipe it looked like it must have taken half of my face off with how dirty it was. However, looking at my face now, yeah that was pretty accurate. I mean I still looked like I had before (or at least since today), but I looked really different. I was still wickedly hot, I don't think there's any amount of make up in the world that would be able to change that, but I looked a lot more, personable maybe? Before I was a hot chick that was out of my (or most people's really, but mainly my) league. I looked like someone who knew how hot they were, and who spent a whole lot of time on it. Now I was someone who was just naturally beautiful without even trying. I seemed a lot more like a regular (albeit a still very hot) person now. After staring at my face for what seemed like another 10 minutes, I set the mirror down and went back to nibbling on my cookie. I was surprised I was able to concentrate on my makeup as long as I had because the jumpy feeling was coming back worse than ever. I turned back to looking though my purse to try and get my mind off of everything. I thought that maybe if I had something to focus on it would go away. As I looked through it, tossing things onto the table, I soon found some answers. Not to my identity or anything, no that would be too easy, why would anything go right for me today? I remember seeing them when I went through my bag for the first time when I woke up this morning, but not thinking too much of them at the time. I mean to be fair yeah there was a lot going on then. I reached in, took the pack out and looked at it in my hand. I had dealt with a lot of feminine shit today, but the hits just kept coming. Fuck, I guess this is why I must be so jumpy. Sighing, I reluctantly opened the pack of Virgina Slims and took one out. Was I really going to do this? I mean I couldn't even smoke real weed, I had to get it in edible form because I coughed too much and hurt my throat. Although to be fair I did have a new throat and set of lungs, I thought as I looked down at my extended chest for the millionth time today. No, this is crazy I can't smoke I don't even have a lighter. As soon as I thought this, I looked down in my bag again and immediately found one. I mean what was the big deal anyway? I mean it wasn't my health (or at least I hope it wouldn't become mine), and obviously Ashley didn't mind either. I put the cigarette between my lips and walked out to the balcony. To be fair it's generous to call it a balcony since there's barely enough room for one person out there when you close the door, but sometimes it was nice to lean out on it at night. I would sometimes leave it open to let some air in. Tonight, however it wasn't too bad out, and most importantly no white trash neighbors screaming at each other. Without really thinking about it I lit the cigarette and took a big inhale, almost like I had been doing it my whole life. I was surprised by how natural it felt and how good it tasted. I blew out a cloud of smoke in a way that I'm sure looked sexy from the outside. I thought about my situation more as I stared out into the night. At this point I was pretty sure that Ashley had done this on purpose, this couldn't have been an accident. If it was then she would have come back by now, or at the very least contacted me. So why did she do it? I had a good bit of evidence that she was on the run, but if she did have the magic available to swap bodies, why me? I mean even at that dump last night there were better choices than me. As I took another puff off the cigarette, I noticed that it was mainly ash now. I guess that's what people use ashtrays for? Fuck I didn't have one, where did smokers tap out their cigarettes when they didn't have an ash tray? Looking out across the complex there wasn't anyone there this time of night. I didn't really want to but I didn't have a choice immediately available, so I tapped it over the railing. I wasn't usually the type of person to litter, but to hell with it, I had a lot of other things to deal with. I took one last long drag off of it before I flicked it out into the night, expelling my smoke cloud after it. I walked inside and closed the door when all of a sudden, a strong wave of dizziness hit me. Luckily, I caught myself on the counter, but not before I rammed a boob into it a full speed. Wincing at the pain I grabbed the injured appendage with both hands and started rubbing it. Of course, this led to some very familiar feelings coming back. As I stood there, leaning over the counter, grasping a knocker in both hands I started giggling. Now I hadn't really had that much reason to laugh since I woke up this morning so, I hadn't heard my new voice laugh. Needless to say, it was different than what I was used to. It was soft and nice and the very sound of it made me happy and want to laugh some more. Finally calming myself, I collected my thoughts as continued to giggle quietly. Now my pussy was feeling pretty good right about now, and that's because as I looked down, I was still fondling myself. This was really fun and nice; I didn't know why I didn't do this more before. I was still dizzy and as I walked towards my bedroom, I had to exaggerate my posture so I didn't fall down again. In doing so I stuck out my chest a comically far way out. As I did it gave me another view of my magnificent knockers. The view was so good in fact that it stopped me in my tracks as my hands started to paw at them aggressively, almost as if they had a mind of their own. However, with how I was standing, with my chest so far out, this led to me losing my balance again and falling flat on my face. Or at least I would have, If I didn't have these spectacular airbags of flesh out in front of me. They took the brunt of the impact and let me tell you, it was not a pleasant feeling. I may have lost my testicles but apparently I still had parts that were sensitive! I rolled over onto my back; my hair was all in my face as I tried again to massage the goods to make the pain go away just a bit. The pain did allow me to clear my mind a little. What was I doing? I tried to blow the hair out of my face, but it just got stuck in my mouth. Though it was a bit harder than usual I was able to sit up and wipe the hair out of my face. The room was spinning a bit as I carefully got up with the help of the couch. Solely focusing on my objective, I slowly hobbled into the bedroom and through myself down on to the bed. My boobs didn't really agree with that action as they jumped up and down in protest. I didn't exactly know what was happening to me, but it wasn't entirely bad as I had originally thought. My mind started getting really hazy as I laid in bed and stroked my melons. I remember finally getting the courage to go 'down there' but right as I was about to, I passed out. Chapter 7: A lot like the day before, I woke up tired. I wasn't as hazy as I was the night before, but I had a killer headache. Even though I had just slept god knows how long, I was still pretty tired. My eyes were open, but there was something in front of them, something that I couldn't really see through. Everything felt weird. I was laying on my side, but it felt like my chest was pushing into something, while simultaneously having something pushed into it. As I rolled over onto my back, for some reason it took a lot more effort than usual. I mean I was tired, but it also seemed like there was a lot more weight on me. Or at least a lot more weight on part of me. It still felt like my chest was being crushed. I reached up my hand to push whatever was on my chest off, but my hand was just met with flesh, really, really good feeling flesh. What was really weird though was not only could I feel the flesh (which again felt great), but I could also feel my hand through the flesh (although again, not a bad feeling). As I started to come to a little bit, my eyes shot open as the previous day came back to me. It appeared that it wasn't all just some really weird sex dream. I was still in the very bodacious body of Ashley Konto. Although I highly doubted now that that was her real name. As I laid there my head still pretty foggy, I tried to put it all together, none of this made sense. I mean there were so many parts that didn't fit together. The body switching, the money, the fake id, my head started to pound a little as all of these thoughts ran through my pretty little head. As I reached up to rub my temples a bit, my dainty hands were met by my now numerous locks of silky-smooth hair. This brought me a bit more out of my stupor as I focused on the innumerable physical sensations coming from my body. The first of course were the two twins who'd been taking up a lot of my attention this past day. As I was lying down trying to look forward, they took up a good bit of my view. I was lying on my back which wasn't really comfortable. My breasts were so firm, so along with the tight t- shirt holding them a bit in place, all of that weight was pushing directly down on me. As I mentioned before, I wasn't all that athletic beforehand, but at least I never had that much trouble sitting up. Now as I tried to, not only did I have a good extra twenty pounds on my chest, but I didn't have near the arm strength that I used to either. Probably because all of my upper body strength went to my back to hold these monsters up. Finally overcoming the mammoth task of sitting up, I yawned and stretched my arms out. My back felt like it kind of had a knot in it, and cracked a bit as I stretched. Without really thinking I moved my arms around my back (a much easier feat than it had been just a few days before) and pushed my back out a bit. This did feel pretty good and loosened a bit of the pressure on my back, but then I looked down. I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing that I was getting kind of use to seeing this glorious rack of mine every time I look down. But even then, this was pushing it kind of far, literally. This pose mad them look BIG. Looking over at my full-size mirror, that I have used more in the past day then probably since I got it, my pose seemed to be straight out of playboy. I could seriously just sell pictures of me getting up in the morning online, and I'd probably make that hundred grand in the bank look like child's play. Thinking about the money in the bank just got me upset a bit again, but I was still too out of it to properly process it. As I sat on the edge of the bed, I had my head in my hands and I could feel my breasts push up against my elbows. My head was still hazy from last night. Last night I was feeling pretty weird, but everything felt better once I had a smoke. No that wasn't right, was it? I had gotten really dizzy after having a cigarette, but tobacco didn't do that to you, did it? Especially now since I was apparently addicted to it. While it was still a disgusting habit which I looked down upon people for (which to be fair I didn't have much to look down on others for before) one thing was clear from last night, it definitely did make me feel a good bit better. I got up stretching a bit (by pushing my chest forward again), once again feeling my back crack. I walked into the living room/kitchen area and put on a pot of coffee. It was at this point that I felt my stomach growl a bit. I put my hand over it and tried to look down at it, unsuccessfully of course since again my big boobs just blocked my view. Luckily I had left the pack of Virgina Slims and the lighter near my smoking window last night as I took one out, and without much trouble at all, as if I had been doing it all my life (which to be fair, I had been all of this life), I took one in my dainty girl hands and took a big inhale off of it. And like last night it felt good, and my mind began to clear a bit. Still hungry at this point I looked around to see if I still had any cookies lying around. I went over to look in the fridge and opened it, just to be met with a miserable food desert. There wasn't anything in here, not even enough to make breakfast with. Fuck, what was I going to do? To be fair I had been meaning to go to the store last Friday, but then I got too lazy and just didn't. On top of that I made the wonderful decision to go out to a bar later that night anyway and that obviously worked out great for me. If I had gone to the store like I originally planned, then there would have been no way in hell that I would've wanted to go out to a bar later. Luckily, I still had some bread that wasn't quite at its expiration date yet so I threw that in the toaster. As I waited there for my toast and coffee to be ready, blowing cigarette smoke out the window, my thoughts drifted towards my circumstances again. Why had all of this happened to me, and as weird as that was (very weird), what about everything that had happened after. If she did take my body, why hadn't she reached out to me? At that point I realized that I didn't have her phone on me, that means I wouldn't know if she had tried to call. Even though a good bit of last night is hazy, I was able to find her phone in the pile of shit that I had dumped out of her purse. Luckily it still had a little battery left so I was able to turn it on, just to see that there were no new messages. This was getting a bit ridiculous now, luckily her phone used the same charger as mine did so I put on to charge while I pondered my situation. OK, so what did I know? Two nights ago, for some dumb reason I decided to go out to a bar. While I was there, I met this absolute mega-hottie named Ashley and fell head over heels in love with her. Apparently, she felt the same way because she invited me back to her hotel room. Ok so that right there is the first big problem in the story. Why would anyone who looks like I do now ever, even for a second, be interested in me? Not only someone who looks like me (or at least how I used to look) but, let's be honest, someone who was just so fucking boring as I am? Not that I'm that good of a liar to begin with, but I told her everything about me, so she knew what she was getting into. That kinda makes sense though. If she knew she was going to take my body, and she wanted to impersonate me for some reason, then it makes sense why she would have asked all that about me. At this point the coffee and toast were ready so I got my makeshift breakfast together while I lit another cigarette. Then there had been what happened next. I had woken up in her body. Now my immediate assumption was that she meant to steal my body, but to be fair I was only thinking that because of the weird porn that I was into. Obviously, something unreal had happened to me, there was no denying that. But if body switching was possible, then wasn't body possession? Body duplication? The point was I had reason to believe that she was in my body, but to be fair I had no proof. Maybe I had possessed her overnight somehow? Or what if she was on the run like I thought, but she just made me her double to throw whoever was looking for her off her tracks. I remembered that the desk clerk from the hotel yesterday had said that he saw someone matching my description leave earlier that day, but I didn't exactly give that good of a description. I looked down at the phone as I sipped my coffee. While usually I got the cheap coffee that wasn't strong enough for my taste, but this was actually a bit too strong. It tasted like it needed a bit of cream and sugar, which of course I didn't have. I figured that it was the same situation as the beer, where I just have different taste buds now. At least I could eat the toast all right. The phone bothered me the most though, not counting the whole new body thing. If she did leave me, why leave me with her phone, and why take mine? None of my stuff was in that hotel room so I assumed she took it. And if she did, did she mean for me to have access to hers? The phone of course could also give me access to the money, which was a whole 'nother mess. One hundred thousand dollars. If I had continued on with my previous life, that I so desperately wanted to get back to, I would never have seen that much money in my lifetime no question. Now I didn't have full access to it per say, but thinking about it I could probably at least use her credit card to go shopping later, as I really did need food. Otherwise, with her pin I could get some money from an ATM, maybe a few hundred max, and at least probably use her debit card. If I wanted that money for myself though, I would need to transfer it to my own accounts, which would require not only her pin, but a password and login as well. Putting out my cigarette in the little makeshift ashtray I made had made with a plastic bag and a paper towel, I sighed as I picked up the phone. Out of curiosity I opened Instagram again. Looking back through Ashley's old photos, I was surprised how far back they went. There were pictures from almost ten years ago, and surprisingly Ashley and her two friends looked just like they did now. According to my driver's license I should be twenty-four now, which would mean she's like maybe sixteen in these pictures max. And this girl here sure as hell didn't look sixteen. Now to be fair, I was pretty sure this driver's license was fake, (because honestly Branson Missouri sounds like a made-up place) but the age seemed right. I put the phone down and went back into the bathroom. I stared at my face, which even without makeup seemed to give me a lady boner. Before I was hot and sexy, now I was still hot, but like the hot girl next door. I seemed more like a ten, rather than off the scale, more down to earth. My hair was a bit messy but in a cute way. In fact, I would have thought that it would have gotten a lot more messed up overnight. Pulling down the sweatpants that had taken the shape of my but, I sat my overripe pumpkin down on the toilet. Again, I wasn't sure if it's a good thing or not, but I felt the now accustomed feeling of almost sitting on a cushion. Kinda remembering what I did last time, I relaxed and just let the pee just come out. This time, being ready for the spray, I didn't jump and get any on me. I hadn't really eaten that much since yesterday so luckily that was all I had to do for now as I stood up and wiped. As I was about to pull up my sweatpants, I caught a glimpse of my shower. I had already decided today that if I didn't hear from her, I was going to go out and at least get some food, and try and use her credit card. Now I wasn't that dirty per say and I was surprised that I didn't really smell, since I knew that at this point, this body hadn't showered for at least two days. In fact, giving my pits a sniff, I still actually smelled kinda nice, girl's bodies were weird. Still though, it was probably a good idea to take a shower. Sure, I had pussyed out of going too far with myself last night. But I should at least get a shower with a body like this, I thought as I looked down and squeezed and oversized boob. I mean Ashley probably wouldn't like me doing this in her body (what girl would) but fuck her!!! She swaps bodies with a loser like me, and she has to face the consequences like everyone else! With my new found sense of determination, I threw off my t-shirt. Or at least I tried to. Like I mentioned last night, while it was pretty loose at the bottom around my waist, not so much around my chest. As I yanked it off it caught on my oversized rack and sent while it did come off, it sent my giant chest bouncing along side of it. One thing that had surprised me a lot about these boobs was just how sensitive they were. Yeah, it felt awesome I grabbed and fondled them (like I was doing now apparently) but they also hurt, a lot! Whether it be from falling on top of them, rolling over in the middle of the night to sleep on them, running too fast, taking off my shirt too fast, and hell, ever since I had taken off the bra my nipples had been rubbing themselves raw against my shirt. The point I am trying to make as I cradled and tried to rub and soothe my boobs in my arms, is that boobs are a lot of work! With the pain in my ample chest dying down a little, I turned back to my objective. I turned the water on like how I used to use it and waited a minute for the water to come on. As I waited my hands of course were still all over my chest, and I could feel my pussy start to respond. I wasn't really sure if I was going to go all the way with this. On one hand, it was a moral and ethical conundrum, not mention huge invasion of Ashley's privacy. But on the other hand, and I can't stress this point enough, I wanted to. Figuring that the water was probably at the temperature I wanted by now, I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. And holy fuck was that a mistake. I 'eeped' so loud and jumped up and over right out of the tub in a single leap. That water was COLD. Seriously there must have been something wrong with the hot water heater, whatever that is. I looked at the knobs on the shower and I was confused to find them where I usually put them. But the shower felt like it was literally shooting ice. I had heard people say that women have more sensitive skin and judging by my experience with my rack, I got to say I think that there's something to it. Sighing, I turned the water up much hotter than I would have ever put it before. After a few minutes I felt the water and it was actually a pretty nice temperature. Yeah, I could actually see steam coming off my shower floor, but I got to admit that it felt heavenly on my skin. Having skin this sensitive was a double edge sword. Sure, I could only take showers if it was above 110 degrees, but once I did, I was in heaven. One thing in particular that felt great was my back. Now as I had mentioned before, my back was doing a lot of heavy lifting now and as such was a lot sorer overall. But when that jet of water massaged my back, I could feel the knots unraveling. Now as a guy I had taken showers, but that was about it. I just did the minimum required, just soap, and maybe shampoo, and if I was lucky, I took one once per day. However again, I had heard tale that women did a lot more, and took a lot longer. Now I wasn't a complete idiot, I figured that part of the reason for that was that they had a lot more shampoos and creams and stuff. I didn't have any of that. All I had was men's body wash (ironic) and half a bar of soap. My hair was already getting soaked and heavy so I decided to use the soap first. The soft soap on my soft skin was a magnificent feeling. It had always felt nice to rub my skin a bit whenever I could since this happened, but this took it up a notch. As I finished my arms I moved on to my fit, tight stomach. As a guy I didn't really have an active lifestyle, which lead to me having a bit of a potbelly. Not any more though. I didn't have abs, but this was a girl who watched her waist and clearly had the results to show for it. As my hands drifted up dreamily from my stomach, eventually I hit the two main stars of the show. My breasts were now the main feature about me. Everything I did seemed to involve them. I couldn't move too fast or they would start bouncing too much and get hurt. I hadn't eaten too much with them, but already I had dropped some crumbs on them, and some even went down my shirt. I had talked only to a grand total of three people in this body, and every one of them had looked at my tits. Hell, I even had to be careful when I just moved my arms, because if I wasn't careful then I would bump into them. Long story short, they were a big pain in my new big ass. But holy shit were they worth it for times like these alone. Squeezing a boob was like grabbing your cock when it's hard. My mind was getting pure pleasure signals, and the rest of me agreed. The tiny little nipple erections stuck straight out in salute as I opened my mouth and heard a top tier porno quality moan come out of my mouth. As I soaped up my breasts, I wondered about that. If, heaven forbid, I did get stuck in this body, porn probably wasn't a bad option. Sure, I wasn't gay or anything, never before had I ever wanted another dick anywhere near me, but right now, my pussy was craving one. I still had a bit of my functioning mind left so I was able to put the soap down as I moved to my sweet nether lips. I really didn't know anything about feminine hygiene except that it was really complicated. But I was pretty sure that putting soap inside of me couldn't be all that sanitary. The last couple times I had tried this I had pussyed out at the last second once I felt how good it was. But now I was determined, and I wasn't a quitter! I mean to be fair I quit just about anything else in life that was even remotely difficult, but not this time! As a guy when you jack off, it feels nice building up to it, but then all at once it comes to a head and then it's over. Holy mother of fuck do women have it better!! I reached my climax, but it didn't go away like before, instead I kept at it. Which lead to me going at it again, and again, and again. To be fair, the only reason I stopped was because I was getting physically tired. My knees at this point were buckling partially because of the exhaustion, and partially because of the pleasure. I had to hold on to the sides of the shower to make sure I didn't fall down. This can't be normal can it? Otherwise why would women ever leave the house? I seriously don't understand women. Once that series of adventures were over, I took a few deep breathes and got myself slowly up on my feet. It was only then that I remembered that I was still in the shower with hot water pouring down my back. At this point I figured that I was pretty well soaped up. Which just left the hair. As a guy, my hair was pretty short like most guys, so while I washed it, I never put that much effort or thought into it. That wasn't really an option anymore. For one, as my orgasmic bliss started to fade a bit, I started to notice the weight a bit. I now had a lot more hair, which meant it could hold a lot more water, which meant it was way heavier. All throughout the day before I was able to put my hair out of mind for a number of reasons. The biggest (literally) was that I had two big other somethings that were a lot heavier that took up most of my attention. But also, as weird as it was to have long hair, and yeah it weighed a bit more, it just wasn't near the top of the list of things that I had to worry about. Now however, it was at the top of the list (although the tits were still up there). I could literally feel it tugging my head back. This might be a problem, how was I going to dry it? I didn't own a hair dryer. Sighing, I accepted defeat and rubbed a bit of shampoo into my girly head. As soon as I turned off the water, I felt chilly again and my nipples decided to broadcast that to anyone watching. Shivering a bit, I stepped out of the shower and took my towel to begin drying myself. Right away I realized that like everything else in the world, I would have to do this differently as well. As I had discovered in the shower, I now had soft girl skin. This meant that rubbing myself dry like I did before wouldn't work and actually hurt. Not really knowing what to do I just took my time and dried myself off slowly. But of course, there was a problem with that. Once I had made a bit of progress on my body, there was still my head to consider. Now I had never needed to dry my hair before, but I knew that this was going to be a hassle. What I didn't realize is that I needed to figure it out now because as I dried myself, the water from my mess of hair just dripped right down on me. Thinking back to all I knew about women (which was all from TV), I could kind of remember seeing women tie up their hair kinda like a turban. Now I didn't exactly know what I was doing, but that hadn't stopped me before, and it sure as hell didn't stop me today. After a few (dozen) tries eventually I got it to stay. Proud of myself I walked out of the bathroom only to realize that I was still pretty damn chilly. As I looked down, the answer came right to me. I was still bare ass naked. Now before, I had walked around my apartment naked no problem. It's not like I made a habit of it or anything, but I would usually walk from the shower to my bedroom, it's not like there would ever be anyone else here. Now however, I felt more, I don't know, vulnerable? I mean I intellectually knew that no one was ever going to come in but I still worried about it a bit. Turning around I grabbed another towel from the bathroom and put it around me. Now I never really had done it before, but I knew how to put a towel around my waist. But I didn't do that. Instead, I instinctually put it around my chest like any other self- respecting woman would. It wasn't until I walked out of the bathroom that I noticed. It was weird, but it felt normal. But it shouldn't feel normal, should it? Brushing the question from my mind I walked back into the bed room to at least put on another shirt. Unlike my last one this one was kind of small even when I was a guy, so when I put it on (which was a pain in the ass to do so over the towel on my head), I looked into the mirror and saw that it didn't even cover my stomach. Sighing I got another pair of boxers on and walked back out to the kitchen to figure out what I was going to do. Chapter 8: There I was standing in the middle of my living room/kitchen wearing clothes that looked like they were two sizes too small with a failing made up hair turban that was already coming apart. At this point the towel was annoying me more than it was helping me. With an irritated huff, I tore the towel off of my head and threw it over the back of a chair. Surprisingly it was already a good bit dry. Not completely of course, but a lot more than I thought it should have been. Shrugging it off, it wasn't like it was even in the top ten of things that had happened to me. Hell, even the feeling of my rack bouncing up and down as I shrugged felt weirder. All right, there were some things that I had to do today. I had to try and find out more about Ashley, apparently I needed to go grocery shopping (which meant going outside, the thought of which made me shudder), and I had to figure out a plan in case I wasn't able to find her. That meant learning girl stuff, and trying to figure out what I was going to do about money. But first things first. I went over and took another cigarette out and lit it. I had to admit, this smoking thing was pretty cool. I don't know if maybe now it's just because I have a bigger chest, and as such bigger lungs (that's how anatomy works right?) but smoking was way nicer and smoother than when I had been a guy. I mean it had always looked cool, I made up my mind that if I ever got my old body back, I would try smoking again. As I continued to smoke, I went over to the refrigerator and grabbed a pen and the notepad I kept there to make my list. When I had looked in here earlier and thought that there was pretty much nothing left, but I was wrong. There was absolutely nothing left. Again, to be fair I had been meaning to go to the store, but instead I decided to go out to a bar and look where that had gotten me. I didn't know how long I was going to be like this so I wanted to get a good bit of food. On the other hand, while I was hopeful that I would be able to use her credit card without any problems, my luck as of recent was a pretty good indicator that that wouldn't be the case. Plus, I didn't really want to spend that much time in public as a woman anyway, much less a woman who looks like I do. I decided to get food for about a week, but I was banking on the fact that I would be staying like this the whole time. That way from what I could figure Ashley didn't really eat as much as I did. While it may not seem like it, she probably did have a smaller mass overall than my old body. Plus, even though this body had only eaten a single piece of toast, and a few cookies in the past twenty-four hours at least, I wasn't really that hungry. And also, if by some miracle I did end up with her money I could always just order more food. As I started to make my list, I wondered how exactly I was going to do this. I remembered the beer from last night, old me would have tolerated it, but new Ashley could barely stand the stuff. Reluctantly I gave in and decided to maybe only get the basics for now. One thing I did like however was the cookies. I had been able to eat them last night without much problem. Unless you count the dizziness and general sense of being buzzed. As I thought about it, I couldn't remember buying them in the store, last time I had decided on chips as a snack instead. I went back over to the counter where I had left them out last night in their zip block baggies. FUCK!!! Of course!!!! All of a sudden, a lot more of this all made sense. Not the any of the body switching stuff or me turning into a girl, but why I suddenly got so giggly and hazy last night. These weren't regular cookies; these were my edibles! I may be a complete boring piece of shit with no life, but even I still liked to get high sometimes. I had tried it before but hadn't been able to handle it, which was ironic as I put my cigarette out in the makeshift ashtray, I had assembled this morning. I had bought them from a guy at work but had only tried them a couple of times. Fuck, I had eaten them once I had gotten home too. I mean to be fair my adrenaline had been pumping for a good bit of yesterday, until the evening when I calmed down a bit. Although when I had tried them before they weren't that strong, they kinda just gave me a little buzz. But to be fair this body probably took proportions differently like it did food. I turned to her phone that was on the table plugged into the charger. I took a deep breath and opened it again using my thumbprint. I touched the phone icon at the bottom of the screen and dialed my own number once more. As it rang, I thought about what I was going to say. I figured that it was probably going to go to voicemail, but what could I say to get her to have a better chance of calling me back? I could tell her I got her money, but if she called my bluff, then she could just change her passwords and I would be out of it for sure. Of course, it went right back to my voicemail. I waited for the beep and left my message "Hey Jason it's Ashley, again. Listen, I really just want to talk to you ok? Can you please just call me back? Thanks!!!" It wasn't until after I hung up that I thought about the message. If anyone was listening to that message there's no way that they would think that I was guy trapped in a girl's body, they would have just thought that it was a regular girl. Was that a good thing? And the way my voice sounded, like I was pouting and begging him. I hadn't done that on purpose, my voice just did it on its own. I went back over to the couch and looked at my coffee table where I had dumped the contents of my purse. I opened up my wallet and saw my face staring back at me, through the license. I found it funny that so little effort had been put into parts of the fake. Anyone could just quickly google a Missouri driver's license and see that it was a fake. Although to be fair, who would ever take the time to look up a Missouri driver's license? Hell, if it wasn't for TV, I probably wouldn't have even known fake licenses were a thing. I tried to take it out of its little slot which was a major pain in my ass because of my long girl nails. Now I had never seen a Missouri driver's license in person before but it looked real enough to me. It even had a little holographic on it and everything. Sighing, I went to put it back in when I noticed something odd. Underneath where the license had been, there was a small post it note folded up. Again, struggling with my nails, I took it out and as I opened it, I gasped. Now these past twenty-four hours I had had some pretty big surprises, but this was the first one to make me hopeful. It simply read 'Pin: 1280'. I could literally feel my heart stop. Holy shit! With this I would be able to use her debit card as well. I looked over at her two cards sitting on the other side of the wallet. Her credit card would have had a limit. If this was right (which, god I hope it was) then I should be able to have access to all hundred thousand that was in her account! If it was still there though. I leaped up to grab my phone, stopping only to put a hand on my chest to calm it down. Seriously I was going to have to stop doing that, my chest hurt! I opened the phone again and was thankfully still able to get into the bank account. And even more thankfully the money was still there too! I slumped down at the kitchen table. To be fair with all I didn't know, one thing that I could be certain of, was that it was certain that the money would stay there. That meant that I had to get moving. Ok, so if I still needed food, but I also figured that I should probably try to hit an ATM while I could. All of a sudden, I remembered something, and thank god I did otherwise it may have turned into a pretty big issue later, but I've had some other things on my mind so it makes sense that this particular problem slipped my mind. I had work taken care of for at least a week with that email that I had sent my boss yesterday. My rent however, was due in a few days. My landlord let's say, wasn't exactly on the up and up. Now I got a pretty nice apartment, there was a lot wrong with my life but my place wasn't it. And it was cheap too, in fact it was about half as much as any other similar place would be around here, that's the only reason I could live on my own. I payed $500 a month, but it had to be in cash. Yes, this was sketchy, and yes, I was pretty sure my landlord, Mr. Parsons was running a scam where he said my apartment was empty to try and make it look like he was losing money, but in return I got a nice place for cheap! I didn't have any money secretly hidden away, and I didn't have access to my own accounts so I was hoping that I could get some money from Ashley's account at the ATM, so I could pay him. Otherwise, I would be out on the street in this body, which I'm guessing wasn't that safe. I didn't even want to be in this body at all! With that all figured out, I let out a deep breath and looked down at my twin monster mounds. I noticed for the first time that this shirt was so tight, I could actually see my nipples through them, peeking out and for some reason they were on high alert. I tweaked one which just made me jump and squeal in pleasure a bit. It wasn't like I had that much self- respect, but I was probably going to have to put on more clothes. I went back into my room to see what I had to work with. And right on cue my boxers fell down between my ankles, leaving me bare pussyed in front of the mirror. Deciding to focus on that problem first I went over and tried to get out a pair of regular underpants instead. This just proved to be another in the long line of my ideas that proved that I had no idea what I was doing. Like the boxers they went up over my legs without any issue, but they didn't stand any chance against these cheeks. These were tight on me as a guy there was no way I was fitting even half of my perfect ass into these. Sitting down on the bed, frustrated for the millionth time I put my head in my hands and once again could literally feel my breasts push out against my arms. I had no idea what I was going to do. This was just another in a long line of setbacks, and I knew that there were going to be more. But as long as I got enough food now, and some money for rent, I could probably stay here for at least another couple of days without having to go out. That would at least give me some time to think. It was then that I happened to look in the corner. There I saw the purple tank top that I had woken up in yesterday. Jason's clothes didn't fit me well enough to go out, but I knew that mine did, and they looked damn good while doing it. I went around my room and collected the outfit from the previous day. When I got to the bra, I froze for a second. On one hand, as the previous night and this morning had shown, I kinda needed one. I had noticed that the girls liked to jump around a lot, and that was with the bra, but without it, I had to be careful not to hit myself in the face with them! But on the other hand, I really didn't want to. Against my better judgement I decided to grab the boulder holder, and assembled my outfit on the bed. The panties actually went on really easily, and they felt great against my pussy. Boxers were alright just for laying around but once I got up and moving, they felt rough against my sensitive lips. Now it was like my lady junk was pushing up against a nice firm wall of silk. The jeans were no less skinny than they were the day before, and as such no less difficult to put on. Like everything else I thought I had it, but then realized that just because they could fit over my legs, didn't mean they could fit over my oversized ass. I started to try and jump up and down like I did yesterday to get them off, but without a bra my chest quickly vetoed that idea with a sharp tug. I laid down on the bed to try and get a better angle to bring them up but this led to me rolling over sideways. Another thing that my front pillows didn't exactly appreciate. However, by some miracle I was able to get them on. And I decided to reward myself by taking a look at them and what they contained in the mirror. Oh Shit!! Now that was an ass!! These jeans fitted my but to a t. Putting my hand on it, it was so firm, like touching my boob. I could even jiggle it a bit like they did too. I gave myself a slight spank on the ass and leaped a little as my pussy actually squirted out a bit and my legs instinctively pushed together. With my bottom half done I turned my attention to the two attention hounds on the front of me. Yeah, they were going to need a bra no doubt, but as I held it up, the familiar feeling of 'I don't know what the hell I'm doing' came back. This thing had been damn near impossible to take off, and I'd certainly never put one on before. I stared at the hooks. Ok, so that's how it holds itself together, that part seems simple enough. I slipped it over my arms, adjusted my knockers so they were in the cups and moved my arms around my back to get the hooks. And surprisingly even with the trouble that the nails gave me I was able to get it hooked successfully, sorta. In doing so I had inadvertently moved my torso around, which by association, had caused my tits to shift around as well. This led to the cup very painfully pushing into my boob as I got the hooks in. Luckily, I had enough foresight to be careful as I adjusted my enlarged chest. See, if I wasn't careful then the entire bra could have come undone as I did my adjustments, or worse, a titty could have popped out. Thankfully I was able to get everyone back where they were supposed to be, although it was a painful process. But god was it worth it! The massive weight that had been on my back was still there, just now it was a little more evenly distributed along my shoulders. It had been such a constant dull ache that I hadn't even been consciously noticing. It also kinda changed my posture as well, forcing me to stand with my chest thrust out a bit. This just drew attention to my chest and made my big chest look even bigger. After the bra and jeans, the tank top was a piece of cake. As I slid it on, I noticed that like all of my other girl clothes, it fit me perfectly, hugging my stomach and making my tiny waist look tinier. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror for the thousandth time. This time I took a moment and really appreciated the masterpiece that looked back at me. I really just got dressed as a girl I thought as I twisted back and forth to see me from a different angle. And I look really, really good! There was a part of my brain that really enjoyed this sexy girl in the mirror showing off for me, but another part altogether felt different. I felt, proud? This was me, I did this, and I look damn good! As a guy I never took pride in my appearance (because there wasn't much to be proud of), but now I was glad that I looked sexy. I noticed that I didn't have makeup on but I had fought enough uphill battles for today. I picked up the sandles that I had kicked by the door, thankful that I didn't have to deal with stockings. I walked out back to the coffee table to gather its contents back into my purse. I saw the jacket lying there on the couch and looked out the window. It did look cloudy like it might rain, so I slipped it on just to be safe. I went over to the kitchen to grab my phone, and grabbed my keys near the door. I was thankful that I hadn't decided to drive that night to the bar, or my car might have been missing too like all of my other stuff. With one last deep breath I opened the door and marched myself out into the hallway, locking the door behind me. Chapter 9: As I marched my cute ass down the hallway, I suddenly stopped. I didn't want to take the chance of running into that asshole Jasper. Seriously, I know I was a loser, but at least I wasn't him. I didn't really get along with our landlord Mr. Parsons, but the few conversations we had had that wasn't pertaining to apartment stuff, were about how creepy Jasper was. Apparently, he worked mainly from home so, he barely ever left, and when he did there were stories of him just standing outside staring into other people's windows. I had no way of knowing if these stories were true, but I didn't like the guy so I believed them. It was only about ten in the morning on a Sunday so hopefully he wasn't even up yet. I know under regular circumstances I definitely wouldn't have been. I slowed my walk so that my steps weren't as loud. Again, the chances of him hearing footsteps in the hallway, then immediately thinking that it was that hot girl he had met yesterday, and then running out in the hall to try and hit on me were slim but I still didn't want to take any more of a chance than I had to. Although, I did realize as I looked down at my two marvelous melons, that is something I would have to get used to, at the very least for the next few hours. I was a hot girl now, and that meant that people were going to treat me different (better). And a lot more people were going to look at me too. Even if it was a Sunday morning, what few people who were at the store were going to look, hell I know I would have. This was going to be my fate for now. Once I got to the stairs at the end of the hall, like a dumbass I stopped and turned around. Now I did this to make sure that no one (Jasper) was following me. But in reality, if someone was following me, me turning around like that would just invite them to come and talk to me. Plus, I didn't even hear anyone, it's not like someone was going to sneak up and try to talk to me, were they? As I descended the stairs, I felt the now somewhat familiar sensation of my breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm with each step. Looking down, I had to admit, it was pretty hypnotic. As long as I wasn't freaking out about potentially losing my life, identity and everything I had ever worked for, that was a sight, and feeling that I would probably never get tired of. And the way that I could feel my ass swing side to side as I walked just enhanced the feeling. I made my way out to my car, still thankful that I hadn't driven that fateful evening, or who knows where the hell my car would be. That had been the one right decision that I had made that night. And right there in my space was my ride. Like me it wasn't much, but, well, there really wasn't anything else to say. I hit the button on my remote and with a click the doors to my puke green 1993 Honda Accord clicked opened. I threw my purse onto the passenger seat as I got into the car. Now luckily, me and Ashley had been around the same height so I didn't have to adjust the seat or anything, but there were a few things that were different. The first thing I noticed that was off was the fact that the seat felt very different, like I was sitting on a cushion. No matter how much I wiggled back and forth, it just felt, different. I sighed as I figured that this was just something else, I was going to have get used to, although the car really seemed to amplify it. Trying to shrug it off I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. The car wasn't a good car by any means, hell it was older than I was, but luckily it didn't have that many issues. I reached over to get my seat belt and as I tried to pull it across me, I ran into my second issue. Definitely the worse of the two, was how the seat belt fit across my breasts, or more accurately how it didn't. First when I tried to put it over them, it just ended up crushing them and uncomfortably pushing into them. I tried to fix it by putting the strap between my boobs, and while that did feel a little better, it felt like it was pulling the left one off! I would've just said the hell with it, and driven without my seat belt if it hadn't been for the fact that my car likes to loudly beep every ten seconds it's in motion without the seatbelts on. Eventually I compromised a bit and left it in the middle and moved my shirt a bit to alleviate some of the discomfort, and started my drive to the store. There was an ATM there, and my plan was that I could try out the pin code that I found there, to see if it worked. If it didn't hopefully, I could still use the credit card to buy groceries. This way I could get everything done in the minimum amount of time. As I drove, I discovered yet another wonderful issue that women who were built like myself had to deal with. A car's suspension is supposed to be there to smooth out the ride. Now my twenty-five-year-old POS didn't have the best suspension but it got the job done, or so I had thought. Every tiny little bump sent up a ripple that ended up right in my chest. It was like I was constantly going down stairs with each jolt forcing my jugs to keep on jiggling. While a little bit of this felt nice, this was taking it way too far. Although it was difficult, I tried to put all of the numerous sensations I was experiencing at the moment out of my head by focusing on my goal. I was going to go to the store, get some money out of the ATM if I could, get enough food for the week and then go home. I wanted to minimize my time out in public looking like this so I had to be as quick as possible. This led me to think what it was going to be like to be out like this. It's not like it was even going to be that bad of a thing. I mean what did I have to fear? No one in a million years would think that I was a guy before, let alone some loser like Jason. And if anyone treated me different who cares? People who treated me differently definitely would for the better. Besides, I thought as I looked down at the beautiful rack, in its showcase with the perfect frame, jumping up and down as I drove down the street, it's kinda like doing a public service. I was going to make anyone's who saw me day that much better. That alone was doing more good than Jason had ever done with his life. Eventually I got to the store and since it was so early, there weren't that many people there, so I was able to get a parking spot pretty close to the entrance. I unbuckled my seat belt and immediately felt the uneven pressure release off of my chest. I reached up and massaged my tits a bit, nothing (really) sexual, just enough to relieve some of the discomfort out of my chest. I grasped what I was doing and looked around, it was still pretty early on a Sunday so thankfully there weren't that many people around and only a few cars in the parking lot. I realized that I was going to have to be more careful, luckily no one saw me feel myself up, but they easily could have, and that would draw attention to me, something I totally did not want to happen. I let go of my rack, grabbed my purse and opened the door. As I got out, I unconsciously cracked my back like I had been doing a lot this weekend, which involved me sticking my tits out even farther. Catching myself after the fact, I embarrassingly tried to overcorrect my stance by hunching over and pulling my jacket closed. This was extremely uncomfortable and as I had figured out the day before, but apparently had since forgotten, my chest was a bit too big for my jacket. Sighing in defeat I left my jacket halfway open as I did before, which in turn just gave my tits, what felt like a window to be stared at through and a bit of a platform to rest on. Off to a terrible start I started over towards the building. It was early enough that I was able to get a pretty good spot close to the entrance. As I walked, I got could feel my hips sway back in forth in a motion very different to a way that a man walks. My feet kinda felt weird too, I wasn't wearing socks, and it was a little chilly, but that wasn't it. I wasn't quite sure, but like when I walked around slouched over without a bra, it was like my body knew this wasn't how I should be walking. Eventually though I did make it to the front of the store and the to the ATM. When I got there, I instinctually reached down to my pockets to pull out my wallet. However, as I had come to learn, my pockets were just for show. Maybe I could fit a single coin in each one, as long as they were on the bed and I wasn't wearing them. But with anyone wearing them, forget it, and with an ass as fine as mine in them, double forget it. I corrected myself and started searching through my purse, and in doing so I remembered let another lesson that this experience had taught me about women that I had been so quick to forget. Women keep A LOT of shit in their purses. I mean seriously, I had dumped it all out on my table, why the fuck did I put it all back in? It was February in Pennsylvania, when was I ever going to need sunscreen? Hell, if it wasn't for climate change, there should be a foot of snow on the ground like there was last year!!! I did however, like last time, eventually find my quarry. Fortunately, there wasn't anyone behind me in line, but I was going to have to figure out a quicker way to do this when I got in line. I took out the debit card with my new fake name on it, and while holding my breath, inserted it to the machine. Processing, please wait a moment popped up on the screen. Like the fear that someone was going to recognize me as a guy in woman's body, the unrealistic fear that my card would be recognized as a fake and the cops would immediately come and arrest me, crept up. Then it happened. Please input your PIN appeared on the screen. Holding my breath (which once again pushed my chest out further, I was going to have to learn to stop doing that) I used my well-manicured fingers to type in 1280. After another dreadfully long few seconds please select your option appeared, and I let out a sigh of relief. These past few days had been filled with uncertainty, but at least know I knew I had some money. I pushed the button that said withdraw when a thought occurred to me. How much money was I going to be able to get? Now I didn't know a lot about having money, but I did know that there was usually a limit on how much you can get from an ATM at once. Plus, if I took out too much wouldn't that cause a red flag in her account? Then I might not be able to get anything. I started to panic a little, realizing that I had to make my decision quick before time ran out and the ATM reset my transaction. Again, intellectually I knew that I could just put my card in again, but I wasn't exactly thinking rationally. Panicking, and without thinking I punched in $1000 and hit confirm. And nothing happened. For a second at least, then processing popped up on the screen and the sound of the ATM flipping through bills started. I was astounded, never in a million years did I actually think that this was going to work. With all of my bad luck in life, maybe it was all worth it now that I had one grand. Once the machine was done counting the money the plastic guard opened up and I snatched my bills immediately, not taking the chance that the machine might realize its mistake, that I'm not really Ashley, and take them back. It was more bills than I was expecting, which to be fair was really on me. I asked for $1000 and these machines only gave out twenty's so it wasn't really open for interpretation here. Almost forgetting about my card, I pushed no more transactions and took my card back when it popped out of the machine. Or at least I tried to. I wasn't really use to having these long lady claws on my hands so I couldn't pinch the card like I usually do. I went to reach up with my other hand but that was full of fifty twenty-dollar bills. Scared that the machine might eat my card, I threw all of the loose bills into my purse and with both hands, was able to successfully take my debit card out of the ATM. Although my success was short lived. At that point I saw another car pull into the parking lot. Not wanting to take the chance of interacting with another human being, I threw my card in my bag and hurried into the store. Although I hurried a little too quickly as my chest bounced up and down in protest. Catching myself I slowed down a bit and went to grab a cart. I mentally went over my list. The plan was just to get enough food for the week, and on top of that I learned that this body (probably) doesn't need to eat that much, so I could go with a bit less food than before. Plus, if I don't get enough food, hopefully I can use her account to just order something, and worse comes to worse I could now just use some of that cash. As I went through the aisles picking out my items about halfway through a thought occurred to me. I remembered the beer. Now normally I don't like the taste of beer per say, but I can at least tolerate it. But yesterday when I tried it, it tasted disgusting. And the coffee this morning too! It was way too strong. Different people have different tastes, and since I'm now a different person it makes sense that I have different tastes as well. That's kind of a problem now, 'cause I didn't know what those tastes were. I looked through my cart and tried to pick out if there was anything that I wouldn't like anymore, but without standing there and licking everything I really had no idea. I mean what do chick's eat? I took another look down at my curves. I guess she eats well? Maybe I should try and get some healthier things like... I may not know how to be a woman, but I sure as hell don't know how to eat healthy. What even is healthy? Do I get more fruits and shit? I walked back over to the fruits and vegetables and started to pick out some, although I had no idea what I was doing. I grabbed some avocados because even I knew that white girls apparently loved them. Peppers are healthy right? I liked grapes as a guy, so I hoped I liked them now as well. Looking around it was still early in the morning, so other than an employee on the other side of the produce section there was no one around. Daringly, I took a grape out and put it into my mouth. Although it definitely tasted sweeter than I remembered, it still tasted pretty good. Hoping that meant that my tastes weren't completely different, I went to grab a bunch of bananas as well. However, I stopped myself at the last second. Looking like I did, did that mean that eating bananas had different implications? Bananas are well-known to have phallic connotations. Did that apply when a girl like me ate them as well? No, I was being ridiculous. But did I want the cashier to think I was a slut? I took one look down at my jacket and how it perfectly framed my enormous tits, I decided that me buying bananas was probably going to be a non-factor in that department. Heading over to the next aisle I saw some melons. Now I had never really liked melons before, but they were supposed to be healthy. Having never bought melons before I picked two up from the top that seemed to be a good size and examined them. At that point I got weird tingling at the back of my neck. I looked up and saw the stock boy I had saw earlier standing right across the aisle looking straight at me. Seeing that I noticed him, he immediately turned bright scarlet and stammered out "Uh... Uh D... Do you need any help ma'am?" I was a little confused at this point "Uh, no I'm good thanks?" It was still so odd to hear someone else's voice come out of me whenever I talked. "It's just that you were looking at those bananas for a while, and you seem to be staring at those melons pretty hard." What did he say about my melons? Seriously, I know I look hot and yes, my chest is out on display for anyone and everyone to look at, but he didn't have to point it out!! Then I realized that he was talking about the melons that I was holding out straight in front of my own. I looked at him and it was my turn to blush bright red. "I... I'm good thanks..." I muttered quietly. I put them both in my cart and quickly hurried off, I'm sure giving him another perfect view. Ok this was becoming a pattern, was this how all hot girls lived their lives? I assumed that every guy I talked to wanted to fuck me. Now intellectually I know that that statically can't always be the case. However, having been in their shoes I can tell you with absolute certainty that I've wanted to fuck every girl I've seen that looks even remotely close to how I look. I tried to finish up as best and as fast as I could. I wasn't really sure what girls ate, but my body was drawn to the Oreos so I assumed that that was a safe bet. I tried to pick a cross between what I thought was healthy and what I should get. I drank a lot of soda, so I got diet. I usually get chips and dip, but those are fatting (I think) so I got pretzels instead, because those are healthy. I tried to get other things that girls ate, so I picked up some low-fat yogurt and packet of baby carrots. Nearing the end of my journey, I only had the frozen food section left. Being a bachelor who hated to cook, normally this was where a good seventy five percent of my meals came from. Now as a woman, I didn't see any reason for this to change. Unless I gained magic woman cleaning and cooking powers, for the time being I was probably going to stick to fast and/or frozen food. Now I was done, I could go up and quickly pay for everything and be done with it all, although I did stop buy the bakery section and bought a butt load of cookies because of last minute cravings. In Pennsylvania, liquor stores are supposed to be their own thing, while some of the bigger grocery stores have a liquor section, it is supposed to be separate from the rest. This was not one such store. As I walked to the register, I passed by the wine aisle. The memory of how bad the beer was flashed through my pretty little head. I wasn't sure how this week was going to go, but one thing was for certain, it would definitely be more tolerable with alcohol. Now I couldn't drink beer because of my girly taste buds, so I would have to figure something else out. I wasn't that big of a drinker to begin with. I looked down in my cart and saw all the girly food that I had bought. I figured that now was as good as a time as any to continue the trend. I walked down to the wine aisle and was instantly overwhelmed with the sheer variety of choices. Red, white, pinot, cabernet, the choices seemed to go on for the entire aisle (which made sense as it was the wine aisle). One thing that I was able to discern, was that the bottles seemed to be a bit more expensive than the wine coolers, and they seemed to be smaller on top of that. I mean it makes sense, I guess bottles are more expensive to make? I decided to get a wine cooler, and decided on red, because why not. There was a problem with this plan though. While I hadn't lost any height in addition to my genitals, I was exactly that tall to begin with. All the coolers were up on the top shelf, and pushed back a bit so I couldn't exactly reach them. Content to just give up with my plan all of a sudden, I jumped a bit when I heard a voice from behind me. "Can I help you ma'am?" I turned around expecting to see another dorky nervous stock boy, but was surprised. This was a man, probably a bit older than me in his mid to early thirties. What really was different about him though was the way he presented himself. The boy from earlier seemed really anxious, which I couldn't blame him for. It was probably only by some weird magic spell that I was able to talk to a chick as hot as Ashley in the first place. This guy though definitely was not like that. He seemed to extrude confidence, with his overall posture, tone of voice, and that smirk across his face. I found myself looking down at his hand to see if he had a wedding ring on. "Ma'am?" That kicked me out of my daze. "Oh sorry, I just wanted to get a box of wine, but I couldn't reach it." I seemed to giggle there a bit at the end. "No problem miss, I can get it for you, this one right?" He walked over and used his unfair natural height and muscles to reach out a pull one down for me. I found myself staring at his arms again, feeling a bit of jealously for what I had lost and also a bit of excitement. "Here you go miss, now is there anything else I can get you?" He gave me a look that I had seen a thousand times (on TV) of a guy trying to get laid. But at the same time it was actually kinda nice, like he wanted to take care me. "N.. no, I'm actually done this was it." I could feel my cheeks getting warmer as I quickly turned away hoping that he wouldn't see me blush. "All right, well there's no reason for a girl as pretty as you to be nervous, again if you need any help at all just feel free to ask." I wasn't looking at him but I could feel the look that he was giving me. "Ok will do, I gotta go now, bye, I'm gonna go over here now," I blabbered out tripping over my words. I quickly headed out of the aisle and turned the corner, just trying to get away from that handsome man. I could literally feel my nether regions heat up a bit as I continued to walk away. What the hell was that?! Oh god was I turning into a girl, I hope I wasn't turning into a girl. Although, as I looked down at the perfect picture my jacket presented, I'm pretty sure that hope was long gone. Alright, I was done with my shopping now, I just needed to go pay for it, and on the plus side, I knew that my debit card would work now, so that was one less thing to worry about, not that there weren't plenty of other things. I felt a bit chilly and stopped and looked up. Apparently in my haste to get away from the wine aisle I had headed in the exact opposite direction of registers. Sighing I turned around and headed for the exit, hoping to avoid any rugged stock boys that I could. Chapter 10: By controlling my breathing, and just focusing on what was ahead of me, I eventually was able to make it back up to the front of the store where the registers were. Unfortunately, this was too small of a store to have any self-checkout lanes, so I was forced to undergo the torture that was small meaningless conversation. All I had to do was pay for my items, then leave, easy. It was nothing that I hadn't done a hundred times before. This early in the morning there was only one lane open, manned by a bored teenager. I let out a huge sigh of relief, the cashier didn't have a penis (or at least it didn't look like she did). This meant that hopefully she wouldn't be as distracted by my chest as I was. I mean to be fair she probably would still look at it, it was very eye catching, but at least she wouldn't want to sleep with me, probably, and if she did that was cool. She looked to be maybe right out of high school, but I couldn't tell, so maybe it wasn't a good idea to sleep with her. She was definitely cute, the kinda girl I would have gotten all nervous around back in high school, and last week. The first thing I looked at were her boobs. Now this wasn't any different from when I was a guy, only this time it was to compare our racks. She was definitely smaller than me, but then again, most women were, and she was wearing a work shirt that seemed a little too small, a problem that I knew all too well now. The shirt undoubtedly did some work to make them seem bigger, but they were nowhere close to the monsters I had to carry around. She greeted me with a small smile and then I caught her eyes dart down to return the favor. I could only imagine what she was thinking. Was she impressed, jealous, did she think I was an embarrassment to all women grocery shopping at ten in the morning with my humungous tits out? Before all of this happened, I had no idea how women thought, and thorough out my almost a day and a half of being one, I now had even less of an idea. Was she into me, is that why she was staring at me? "Hey how's it going?" Her voice while not anything out of the ordinary for someone like her, made me blush a bit. From how she was looking at me and her cute voice, maybe there could be something here. "Can you, uh... put your stuff up on the belt?" I crashed back into reality hard. I had been standing here for who knows how long, just looking at her, that's why she was staring at me. God talking to people was hard. I started putting my stuff onto the belt and she started scanning it, like all of the other thousand times I had gone to the store before. It was actually pretty nice, normal. Yeah, I was celebrating paying for groceries, but with everything going on I had to take victories where I got them. I relished in the awkward silence between us, as long as I didn't have to say anything and we got closer to my goal of getting out of here I was golden. After a few moments I noticed that she kept shrugging a lot, and even one time I caught her pulling up her bra strap. She saw me looking and smiled. "Sorry it's just that these shirts they make us wear are so damn tight." Thinking back to the night before and my struggle to wear a t-shirt fitted for my male body, I could understand. "Yeah I know what you mean," I sympathized. She took another look at the weights on the front of my chest, held up and framed by both my bra and my jacket. "Yeah I bet you do." I blushed a crimson that must have been comparable to when the stock boy caught me holding my melons. She continued ringing up all of my items and putting them in bags. Now I would have thought that this body wouldn't have had as much muscle as my old one. However, I hadn't really noticed anything different in that department. To be fair most of the heavy lifting was being done by my back, but I hadn't really felt weaker per say, which is odd seeing as I thought that woman just naturally have less muscle than men. And while that may be true, apparently most women (or at least one in particular) have as muscle as I used to. I never was that strong and my arms would often get tired carrying in the groceries, sometimes I would even let the non-perishables sit for days in my car (more because I was lazy but still). Apparently now it was going to be the same, because I was having just as much trouble as I usually have. It's good to know some things would never change. As she got to me last item, my gigantic wine juice box she stopped. "Sorry, were going to have to get some who isn't underage to ring this up for you." Well that at least answered one question, although I still had no idea how old she was. She said something into her walkie that I just noticed she was wearing. After someone responded she looked at me "My manager's the only one on the floor right now who can ring you out, he'll be here in a minute." "Uh...Ok." At this pointed I was wondering if it was even worth it, but the thought of having to deal with this body for however long without alcohol forced my hand. That and she had already called up someone so I didn't really want to be a bother. "I love your hair by the way it looks so nice." This caught me completely off guard. Yes, I know that (or at least I've heard that) women talk to each other like this, but I never expected to be caught in such a conversation. How do I respond? And yes, I know it looks nice, but what if she asks about what I do to make it look nice? What if she wants my hair care secrets? What even are my hair care secrets? "Yeah, thanks. Uh... I like yours too," I responded lamely. She ran her hands through her light brown locks. "Yeah, I don't really like it though, it's just so normal and boring. I've been thinking of dying it to something more exciting, maybe pink?" This girl was pretty damn cute now, but with pink hair. I pictured it in my mind and instantly I felt like I wanted that girl to be my friend. It was an odd feeling, sure it was accompanied by the now somewhat usual feeling of crotch heating up, but that wasn't all of it. "Yeah, I think pink hair would look really cute on you." Now if I had ever said that as a guy, then I would have immediately had security called and I would probably be arrested, and not be allowed near schools ever again. But as a girl, that was perfectly normal. I could call a girl cute, and hell even stare at her boobs and nothing was wrong about that. Maybe there was something to being a girl after all... And that feeling was shot down immediately within five seconds. Because who comes walking down the aisle but, Mr. I-Know-I'm-Handsome- and-I'm-a-Smug-Asshole-About-it! He looked annoyed that he was called away to the register but that turned into the creepiest smile the second that he saw me. And of course, because I was a stupid girl, with a stupid girl brain, I immediately started to blush when I saw him coming. He came right up to the register and punched his code in, his eyes not leaving my tits the entire time. "All right Sarah, what seems to be the problem here?" he asked with a shit eating grin on his face. I had just saw her call him up here for this very reason, he damn-well knew why he was here. "Just need your code to ring out some alcohol, same as usual," She responded with a flat monotone. Having worked retail myself before, I guessed that this was a normal occurrence, and from the look on her face, I guess dealing with this handsome piece of shit was also a normal occurrence. He looked at her and just chuckled. "You know kids like you aren't supposed to ring this out on your own, just let me handle it." His eyes then returned to looking me up and down. "Yeah I know, I can't cause the system won't let me if you don't punch in your numbers." He just chuckled his regular shit-eating chuckle. "Well, how about I take it from here so you can see what you should be doing." Her eyes just rolled back into her head. "I'm just going to start bagging this stuff." As she walked away, I could hear her mutter, "I've been doing this for nine months." His eyes went back to me with his want to be debonair attitude. "All right Miss, I see you got everything, now can I just see your license?" My heart stopped in my enlarged chest. Oh, shit had he found me out? I didn't have my license only Ashley's. What the fuck was I going to do. I could maybe make a run for it, but based on the way these baby feeders acted just going down stairs, I was thinking sprinting was out of the question. However, after a few moments of terrified internal monologue, I realized that he was asking for my ID because of the wine. Now I hadn't been carded in years, that was because anyone who looked at me before, assumed that I was so pathetic that if I was underage, I probably just needed the booze. I don't think that was the case now. I think that this was probably just him trying to creep on me and figure out my address. I guess that was one advantage of a fake ID. Sure he could go to Branson all he wanted, hell of a lot of good that would do for him. I reached down to my back pocket to pull out my wallet like I always had done before. And, as was becoming increasingly common, I realized I made a mistake. These pants had one function, and one function only and that was to show off my amazing ass, and to be fair they did that quite well. What they were not for however, was for anything else, like holding things in pockets. I gave Mr. Starrer a quick little embarrassed smile, which he no doubt took as a sign of me coming on to him. I started looking through my endless bag of lady horrors but wasn't having much luck. After a minute I decided to go all in and put it up on the conveyer belt and dig through it with both hands. I was amazed yet again by how much shit women keep in their purses. How many god damn tissues did I need? It didn't matter how much longer I was going to be in this body. When I got home, I was going to have to clean this bitch out. I was never really one for thinking ahead in life, and many times (especially in the past day and a half) that had come back to bite me in the ass, but I just never really learned my lesson. Today was really no different in that regard. Eventually I was able to unearth my wallet and I opened it up, and immediately scores of twenties just started pouring out. I gasped in as girly of a way possible, and tried to gather up all of the loose bills. Both Sarah and Mr. Perv-Manager just stared at me with an incredibly shocked look in their eyes. Again, I could only imagine what they were thinking. They probably thought I was a stripper with all of these loose bills around. Then again, they were all twenties so I must have been a damn good stripper. No, more than likely they thought I was just a whore, still though, a well-paid whore. "Sorry I just went to the ATM," I sputtered out. Why the hell had I just put more money than I had ever really seen all at once just back in my wallet like that? I mean there were like a thousand unused baggies in my purse, couldn't I just have thrown it in there? Nothing like a spontaneous sex change and identity theft to show how stupid you truly are. "No problem ma'am, just need to see your ID there," Mr. Creep's a lot replied with a new grin on his face. No doubt wondering just how much I cost. I was able to eventually get most of the money that had fallen out back into my bag, but I had just been throwing it in there hand over manicured fist. The ID was in its own little compartment in the wallet, like my old wallet had been. The problem was, back before I could take it out easily no problem. That wasn't exactly the case anymore. With my new girl nails I wasn't able to get it out of its pocket to hand to him. "Don't worry about it, Ma'am you can just hand it to me," he said with that stupid charming voice of his. I really wasn't comfortable with him taking my license and learning my address, even if it wasn't my real one. At this point I was willing to just forget the alcohol, but that would require even more social interaction at this point. Reluctantly I handed it over to him and he took a quick glance at it, probably checking my age more so to be sure I was legal, rather than legal to by booze. "So, you're from Missouri? What are you doing up here?" he asked genuinely interested. "What the hell are you talking about?" Who said anything about Missouri? Was this some kind of come on? I mean I wasn't that good at picking up chicks before, but if this is how it's done, I really was out of the loop. And then it hit me, since I was in Ashley's body, I had obviously given him Ashley's license, and Ashley's (fake) license said she was from Missouri. So that meant I had to pretend to be from there as well. That lead me to another problem, how the hell does anyone pretend to be from Missouri. I'd imagine people from there pretend not to be from there, but I had no idea what I was doing. Plus, on top of that I had to think of a reason why I was here. "I'm uh... visiting my... uh... boyfriend," I responded a little too slowly. I never even saw the disappointment flash across his face "Huh, lucky guy then. Well as long as you're up here. If you need any help with groceries let me know." Then on top of everything that bastard winked at me as he handed me back my wallet. "All right, it's all good. Sarah will ring you out." With that he turned around and headed down the aisle he came from with just as much confidence as ever. What an asshole!! I just told him I had a boyfriend and he was still hitting on me! I mean sure, I was lying about literally everything, but still it's the principle of the thing! The cute girl from earlier came back up to fill his position and just shook her head. "Sorry about him, all right you're total for everything's gonna be $164.73." Holy shit! I never spent that much ever on food myself before. I mean sure this time I was trying to make sure that I had more than enough food for the week at least. And subconsciously I knew that I had a grand in by bag so that probably contributed to my extravagance. Plus, all of this healthy chick food that I picked up definitely wasn't as cheap as the usual garbage that I ate. "Yeah sure one second." I looked through my wallet for Ashley's debit card. Since the card worked in the ATM, I was feeling a lot more confident about her card working in here. However, that's when I ran into just another one of life's 'Fuck you Jason' moments. The card that I used in the machine wasn't there in my wallet. I searched each of the three different pockets at least a dozen times but I couldn't find anything. I even searched through the pocket that was holding my thousand dollar's worth of twenties. After a second, I looked up at the cute girl across from me and saw a complete look of disinterest. Having been in her position a million times before I knew she was getting annoyed with me. I really didn't want my first new (and female) friend getting mad at me, so I just took a handful of bills out and counted out nine for her. "Thanks," she said with that complete look of uncaring still on her face. She counted my change and handed it to me. Not knowing what to do with it I put the bills back into my wallet and just poured the change into my bag to never be seen again. I wanted to say something to Sarah since this was the most interaction I had had with a girl in a while which didn't end up with me growing massive tits. "All right... bye Sarah." She gave me an odd surprised look as I hurried away with my cart. Ok so maybe that wasn't the best way to end the conversation, it's pretty weird to call your cashier by their first name. But hopefully since I'm a woman now I have a connection with all other women that lets me be more casual with them. I mean if I was allowed to look at their boobs then I must be allowed to call them by name, right? I was able to get out to my car without any other issues. But once I got to my car and tried getting them out of the cart into the back seat I ran into more issues. Not only were they a lot heavier now that I didn't have near as much muscle mass, but also this store still used paper bags. Now this was never an issue before, but I would hold them against my torso to balance them. Now, with the two giant boulders of flesh that stuck out from my chest, I was having trouble and the bags would uncomfortably brush against the bottoms of them. I was able to get home without much more issues. I still couldn't get the seat belt right over my tits, and I was going to have to get a cushion for the seat to complement the one that I now carried around behind me. Even though I consciously made an effort to try and drive more carefully and avoid what pot holes I could, the bouncing of my chest did a great job of letting me know just how shitty my suspension was. When I got back to my apartment luckily it was still pretty early so I didn't have to worry about my neighbor's seeing me. Or at least I wouldn't have if it didn't take me half a dozen trips to get my groceries up to the car. With an exasperated sigh I finally closed and locked the door behind me as I brought up the last bag. Not only did I have to go up and down three flights of stairs six times, but with the awkward way I had to carry them because of the shape of my chest, they seemed a lot heavier than usual. So needless to say, I was dead tired by not only the physical workout, but all of the stress of being out in public as a girl. And of course, I looked over at the kitchen and saw that I still had to put everything away. Sighing and once again cracking my back I set off on my next adventure of putting everything away. Chapter 11: As I went through my bags, I tried to get a more concrete game plan. My end goal was definitely to get out of this body, and more than likely to do that I would have to find the real Ashley again. But I had no way of doing that, she basically just disappeared. I could maybe go back to the hotel and try and look at the tape of her leaving. Unfortunately, I knew that this wasn't TV, switching bodies was one thing, but the hotel letting some random woman look at their security tapes? I guess looking like I did, I could use that to my advantage, but who's to say that there even were security cameras, it wasn't exactly a five-star hotel. And even if I was able to let some guy see my boobs so I could see tape, and that's saying that there are tapes to begin with, best case scenario I see her walk off into the early morning, then where am I at? I could try telling people the truth. As if, that plan was worse than trying to sleep with the front desk guy to look at security tapes. First off, who was going to believe me? Magic doesn't exist! Shit, I'm not even sure if I believe it, and I have to carry around an extra twenty pounds of weight on my chest because of it! I didn't have anyone in my life that I knew well enough that I would be able to convince personally either. I lived a really sad and lonely life before this. Hell, the person I probably talked to most in my life was my boss Mr. James, and I knew he didn't know anything about me. This really got me thinking, why did I want to go back to that life? It was a really shitty life. I made enough to get by and pay my bills, but that was it. I didn't make enough to put some away to save, so my life was never going to get better either. Although with this money now, maybe it could. As I pulled out the wine and put it in the fridge, it really got me thinking. Everyone always thinks about what would happen if they suddenly won the lottery, but that was just wishful thinking. To 99.999999% of people, it was never going to happen, but with this money I could be that .0000001% of people who actually improve their lives. A hundred grand was way more than enough to go and start a life somewhere else. Granted, this body as of now had a fake name and license so there would probably be obstacles, but I had a hundred grand worth of resources to overcome said obstacles. I could actually do something with my life. I could go to school. I don't know what for because I really didn't have any real passions, but money could fix that! Hell, I could use this body to my advantage. I was absolutely pretty enough to become a model. To be fair I had no idea how one would start such a career, but I had money now, I could figure that out later! Would I be ok with that? I thought back to my conversation with the manager and how creeped out I was the whole time. Ok maybe he wasn't a good example, at least I hope he wasn't. I couldn't imagine that most men were going to come on to me that hard. Maybe a better example would be the stock boy. He was pretty average looking, and I was definitely more attractive than the average person, so they would probably get nervous talking to me, especially when I looked like this. For what seemed like the millionth time I looked down at my over-sized tits. I mean yeah, they were really heavy but they felt good too. They made my back uncomfortable and forcefully changed my posture, but at least they didn't hurt my back as much as I thought they should. And yeah, they were pretty damn magnificent and every guy who ever looked at me was going to be looking at them, but at least they were pretty damn magnificent. I reached up on hand and cupped my right boob. I felt the usual feelings, excitement that I'm touching a boob, sexual arousal, my nipple hardening and my crotch starting to heat up. I gave it a slight squeeze and let out a slight moan as pleasure filled me and my legs pushed together. My mind immediately went back to the day before when I chickened out of fingering myself, but that thought was immediately countered as I remembered my shower this morning. I had to face the facts. If I was going to be stuck here just waiting for Ashley to call me back, then I was going to have to use what I now had. I mean if by some miracle I did get my body back, did I really want this opportunity to go to waste? I had let a lot of opportunities in my life slide before, but not this time. Either way if I turned back into a guy or not, then I was going to try and be a better person! I opened the door to my little balcony and looked out. It was pretty damn cloudy and the temperature had dropped a bit, so I figured it was going to rain a little in a bit. I grabbed another cigarette and finally took off my jacket as I headed over to the couch. I just turned on something mindless as I smoked my cigarette and thought a little more about my predicament. Why did I want to change back? I wanted my dick back; he was very important to me. But is he worth a hundred grand? Before if you had offered me a hundred grand for my dick, I would've absolutely said no. But now that I had in essence already gone through with it, I honestly didn't really want to go back. I mean I loved the little guy, I truly did, but what I got in return does make it seem more than worth it. Obviously, the situation was more complicated than that, but by how much? I did also lose my entire life, but when I laid it out in front of me and really thought about it, that really wasn't that much of a loss. There was also the fact that I had lost my manhood, along with my dick. While I never in a million years would've wanted to become a girl, now that I had (and not only that but become one that looks like this) it was becoming less and less of a shock as time went on. Plus, what I had received in place of the dick seemed like much more than a fair trade. Ashley was the real wildcard here. I assume that she was the one who initiated all of this. And I would guess (or rather hope) that her leaving the scene was a sign that she wanted this trade to happen. Without a doubt she had gotten the worse end of the bargain, but that was on her not me. If I had truly been given this opportunity then I really couldn't let it go to waste like I had let others in my life. I did kind of feel bad for her but I wasn't that good of a person. If I can have this life, even if it does mean fucking her over then I should take it. The sound of rain startled me out of my (somewhat evil) train of thought. I didn't really know anything right now. While I don't want this chance to go waste, I decided to for now just wait and see if anything happens. That doesn't mean that I was just going to sit around, I could start at least making preparations in case I do end up staying like this for the long run. And of course, that meant that the first thing that I needed to do was get more 'acquainted' with my new body. Just in case I do end up staying like this I need to remind myself (constantly) of the advantages that it brings. I closed the balcony door and headed right back into my bedroom. I was able to get my shirt off this time with a lot less issues than before. Yes, I still ran into my boob, but I didn't have to actively push them in to take it off. Plus, I got lucky with the bra and was able to get it unhooked on my first try. And unlike last time I didn't pussy out of it, and since I had a little more experience, I was able to get right business. I threw myself down on to the bed, making sure to land on my back this time to spare the girls any pain. While I didn't crush them, they still bounced up and down violently in protest causing them to pull on my chest somewhat painfully. Although I didn't really hate it. Sometimes I just wanted to beat my dick hard, this was kinda like that. I brought my hand up and gave the right tit a good hard squeeze. And yeah, it definitely hurt but the pleasure that my crouch felt more than made up for it. Seeing how my right hand had its hand full, I moved the left one down to my beautiful womanly flower. Here I ran into my first problem, I didn't really know what the hell I was doing. Sure, I had dreamt of doing this a lot to a lot of girls, but in reality, I had as much experience at that as I did carrying around giant tits last week. I could feel pleasure coming from there and it felt good when I pressed my legs together, or when I touched it, but then what? My hand slid by my nipple and that sent off a shock almost as strong as the feeling from the pussy. Without my command my hand immediately jumped on the job. Tweaking my nipples and rubbing them felt like playing with my dick when it was hard. At this point I couldn't help myself and I started to let out a low moan. My monkey brain was able to pick up on the sound of a woman aroused and that turned me on even more. And then there was a sharp stab of pain. I let out a womanly gasp. My pussy stung a bit, but it was dulled by the pleasure that seemed to pulse out of it. I tried to look down at it but my vision was blocked by my twin mounds. After a second of euphoric bliss I was able to figure out what happened. I had gotten my nail caught up on my pussy like when I had first woken up yesterday. The pain was enough to break me out of my trance, almost. After a second, I went right back to it. It really didn't feel as good as the time in the shower, maybe because it wasn't as organic and I was trying to force myself into it. Or maybe the lead up was really important. Either way while it definitely felt good, way better than it did as a guy, like when I was a guy, I was left with that felling afterwords. Kinda like a mixture of regret and 'well that was fun, now what?'. I decided to get dressed in what I had last night. I looked at the bra on the floor, deciding that I didn't even want to try and fight this thing, plus I probably wasn't going anywhere today either way. I found some shorts that I used to sleep in that, while now they were pretty tight, at least they fit me pretty well. I threw on another shirt and just like yesterday while it was technically too big for me, it wasn't too big for my tits. As I walked out into the living room, I noticed that my nipples were a lot more sensitive than before and the shirt rubbing them without the bra wasn't helping. I knew that I would have to make a more concrete plan, I had the next week at least off from work, but I needed a plan. However, my mind wasn't exactly in deep thought mode right then. So, I decided to do what I normally do in these situations. I put it off and decided to play some Xbox. I spent the rest of the day trying to not focus on my current dick-less predicament. I was more successful than the night before. I cycled through a couple of different types of games. While I was getting more accommodated to the daggers attached on the end of each fingertip, I still seemed to not have the skill that I had before. After just a few games of Paladins I just gave up. Single player games weren't much better either. At least this time I could focus a bit on the story, but it still seemed a lot harder than before, and in the end, I even had to lower the difficulty a bit. While I barely made any progress in any of the games I decided to give in around dinner. Being the adult that I am, I put some spaghettos in the microwave and pulled out my wine cooler and poured myself a glass. I took my banquet and put on some Netflix. Now normally I would some anime that depending on my mood could be anywhere from 'main stream shonen jump' to 'things you download a specific browser to watch'. Tonight though, I wasn't really into it. I just put on one of the first things it recommended to me. It was some show about witches and even I could tell that it was clearly aimed at women. I was surprised that I was actually really getting into it. Normally if I were to ever watch something like this, it would only be for very short bursts, and only because I didn't feel like getting my laptop out. Now though I wasn't only focused on the actresses. I still found them attractive, I was also comparing myself to them more than anything. If I don't go through with modeling, I could always become an actress. I mean I don't have any personality, but to be fair with tits like mine I don't really need it. I also found myself really drawn to one of the actors who they were purposefully trying to make look like a dork. I could see that he really did try, and other than reminding myself of me, he was actually kinda sweet. Determined to make some actual progress tomorrow. I finished my third wine glass, put out my cigarette and headed to bed. It wasn't as hard to fall asleep as I would have thought, but my hair kept getting in my way. Eventually I drifted off to sleep and I had some very vivid strange dreams. The one consistent thing about all of them was that I was very feminine in them. First, I was sitting around waiting for him to call me back, just like in the real world. He had used some unnatural magic on me and now I was pregnant and damn near ready to pop, and he had just run out on me! Being a girl was tough enough, but now I had to deal with this huge belly all the time! And these tits! I don't know how, but they had gotten even bigger! Plus, they're leaking all the time so I have to use those really uncomfortable pads. And I had no idea that there even were bras more uncomfortable than the ones I usually had. I felt my little girl kick inside of me and all of those negative thoughts and feelings went away in an instant. I rubbed my massive belly and I could feel a sense of security and safety wash over her through our special bond. I couldn't wait to be a mother. Sure, when I had first turned into a girl I was scared, but now I was excited. I was actually growing a person inside of me! To be honest, I loved this feeling of creating life, and I know that my daughter isn't going to end up being an only child. Then, in another one I was trying to be a cop but no one took me seriously. Just because now I had longer hair and I had to make sure that I didn't break my nails. And sure, my chest had grown several sizes, but who wouldn't want to show off boobies like these, I mean it would be a crime not to. I know that I wasn't as fit, or as smart as I used to be, but I could still be important! There was one where I was in college and damn was I powerful!! I was little on the short side, but I more than made up for that in my chest, and damn did I know it! There was a guy that really wanted me to stop but why should I? I could get anyone to do anything that I wanted, so why was Hailey so weird about me using her power? Just because she didn't want to use it to its full potential didn't mean that I couldn't. She was probably just jealous. And finally, I was back at work and everything was normal. It was weird I now know it was a dream but it felt like I went through a full day at work. The only difference was that everyone seemed a lot nicer to me, especially some of the women there. We ate lunch together and there was one girl in particular I couldn't remember but we seemed to be best friends. After lunch I got back to work and still couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. Midway through the afternoon one of the women asks if I want to accompany her to the bathroom. I took take her up on her offer and we mindlessly chat for a bit like we did at lunch. After we finish up, we're fixing our makeup a bit at the mirror and all of a sudden it hits me! I'm still a woman! And it feels natural! I woke up with a start and rubbed my eyes a bit. I felt my tits settle as they were bobbing up and down a bit from me sitting up in bed so fast. I got ready and headed out to the kitchen to start my day with breakfast and a cigarette. As I did my dreams were still fresh in my head, particularly the one where I was pregnant. I remember how scared I was, but then the feeling of maternal instinct that came over me was heavenly. I rubbed my flat firm stomach. I wonder what it would be like to have a kid. I kinda felt like if I do end up like this, then I should do it, eventually right? Was it like a feminine duty? Or was it just instinct. I shock the idea out of my head, I was being ridiculous. I mean sure there was a chance that I did go through with it all and start a new life. And yes, every day that passed where Ashley didn't call me back, made it all the more likely. But while a hundred grand is more than enough to start a life somewhere, I can't support myself and my kid on that alone. I need to move out, start a new life, get a good income stream going, and then I can have kids. Following another wonderfully orgasmic shower I sat down on the couch and saw my purse. It just then occurred to me that I had left around a thousand dollars in loose bills just lying there. For the second time I dumped the contents out on to the coffee table and tried to separate all the bills from there. After that I counted all of the money out and put it in nice neat piles. I had eight-hundred and twenty dollars in twenties, plus some loose change. I put the change back in my wallet and just stared at the pile of dough. Other than when I paid Mr. Parsons five-hundred bucks a month for rent, I was not use to seeing that much cash all in one place. After I paid my rent, I would have a little over three hundred dollars left, which if I did have to run, wouldn't be nearly enough. I would have to get more. Now I didn't know what kind of protections Ashley had on her account, and since I didn't have her actual password, just her pin and fingerprint, I couldn't transfer large quantities. However, I would have to be careful not to draw too much at once, I definitely did not want the accounts getting frozen. I took the five hundred and put it aside for rent. I took the rest and hid it in an envelope that I hid behind some of the (very few) important papers that I had. I spent the rest of the day with an actual focus in mind. I tried to pick up on whatever trail of Ashley's that I could. If my hypothesis was correct and she did do this on purpose than she knew what she was getting into, and no sane person would trade my life for what I got in return. My most probable theory was that she was on the run. Being boring and nondescript was the only things my life really had going for it. If that was the case then it was probably a good idea for me to run and get a new life too. I searched what little I did know about her, but not surprisingly nothing came up. I mean, hell, at this point I still wasn't even sure that Branson was a real city. With that being a bust I turned my attention to something more fun. I started making a plan for starting a new life. I figured I could maybe just sell some stuff for cash. The TV and car were good options, although the car might be tricky. Then just take the important things, like the Xbox, and give away most of the rest and I would be golden. Mr. Parsons wouldn't really care, especially if I had already been paid up. I could literally just jump on a plane or train anywhere, or even drive if I didn't want to sell the car. I really wanted to go somewhere exotic, like Europe, but I didn't have a passport as of the moment so I would be limited to the US. Which still wasn't that bad. I figured I would probably move out to California. I found a couple of ok places for like a thousand bucks, so hopefully that would be in my price range. I also looked into getting another fake ID, specifically a social security number so I could work, and a passport so I could travel. Now I wasn't the most street-smart individual, but even I could tell that the listings I found online were full of shit. My best bet would be probably just to ask around when I got there. I looked up and was surprised that it was already six o'clock. I made myself dinner again, and went back to watching that witch's show on Netflix that I was really starting to get into. After finishing the first season, it was around ten, which I hoped would be late enough for what I needed to do. It looked like it was still a bit cold outside, so I through on my jacket, grabbed my purse and my keys and headed out the door. It was late enough and on Monday night that there weren't that many people out. I headed down the stairs but was stopped pretty quickly in my tracks. Since the plan wasn't to be seen, I hadn't put that much effort into my wardrobe. I was wearing the form fitting sweatpants from the other day and just a simple t-shirt with my jacket over that. Now as a guy that would have been more than enough for the errands I needed to run, but as I was learning (but apparently not learning quickly enough) women have higher standards. I eeped in pain as my nipple scratched up and down against my shirt. I thought that they bounced before with the bra on, God I had no idea. That combined with the pain from them bouncing led me to turn around and grab a bra. I had thought that since I wasn't wearing a tank top and none of my cleavage was showing that that would have somehow magically stopped my boobs from bouncing. I was an idiot. Ten minutes later with that out of the way. I stopped at the foot of the stairs. I looked over at my landlord's door and saw that there were still lights flashing and I could hear the TV on. I decided that I didn't really want to risk running into him so I would come for that later. I jumped in my car and drove about fifteen minutes out into the middle of nowhere. I was thankful that I had gone with the bra now. I didn't even want to think about driving this piece of shit without one. Eventually I spotted my quarry. Out in the middle of the night, in this strip mall parking lot, was another ATM. I pulled up right next to the door, and jumped out. Not wanting to risk it I took another grand out and this time put it in an envelope in my purse that I had ready. Once I got back home unfortunately it sounded like Mr. Parsons was still watching TV. I decided to risk it and took out another envelope labeled 'Jason's February rent payment' slipped it under the door, knocked, and ran upstairs like I wasn't carrying two humongous bags of flesh attached to my chest. By the time I got to the second floor I was out of breath and I stopped to catch my breath. I could feel my breasts heaving up and down as I panted. I heard a door downstairs open and trying to be perfectly still I heard someone call out, "Hello, Jason are you here?" I heard some mumbling and the door close, hopefully with them still in the apartment. After a couple more seconds of silence I figured it was safe to head back up to my apartment. I got inside, threw my purse down, took my jacket off and threw my bra off. I sat down to count my money to make sure that I still had it all and thought a bit about the undergarment sitting next to me. I had overheard some women complaining nonstop about them. And although I couldn't deny that it was a bit uncomfortable and it felt kind of nice to take off, the alternative of not wearing one was way worse. Even just going down those stairs had rubbed my nipples damn near raw. In fact, they were still a little sensitive. I felt my fingers brush up against something pointy and looked down to see that I was already playing with myself a bit. That lead me to the bedroom where I made a much better attempt than I had before. The next couple days followed a similar pattern. I would spend most of the day doing research on various things. Noticing the makeup mirror in my purse I spent a few days on that, and surprisingly, I didn't do too bad. While it wasn't runway quality, I did get a basic understanding of how to put make-up and it looked passable. I also found the monster heels that I had had when I first woke up like this. While at first, they were intimating, after an afternoon of YouTube tutorials I was able to do that pretty well as well. It was weird, and I had to take my exaggerated chest into account, but I liked how I looked while doing it. Combined with the make-up, no one would ever think I wasn't a woman. Each night I waited until late to sneak out to withdraw money as well. Although I tried to be careful by picking different machines each time. It was until later that I realized that it probably wasn't the safest thing in the world for a chick as hot as me to go out in the middle of the night to ATMs that are way out of the way to withdraw a thousand dollars in cash, but I managed. I still didn't have much in the way of clothes that fit me. There were only a few bottoms that technically fit me, and I didn't really want to go out in the day in any of them. The only set of girl's clothes that I had was the one that I woke up in. After a few days I figured that maybe it was best to be a bit proactive and try going outside again. I had taken to just calling my old phone once a day now. I had long since filled up the voice mailbox, which wasn't surprising since I never really had emptied it. So, it was becoming more and more the reality that I was probably going to be like this for life. Which I had come to accept more and more as time went on. But that meant that I was going to have to practice going out in public looking as hot as I was, and to do that I would need clothes. So that night, after I got back from the ATM, I waited a few hours later (with the help of some wine) and took a load down to the laundry. Since I was going to be here a for about an hour, I certainly didn't want to risk running into anyone. While I waited, I took out my phone and scrolled through Ashley's Instagram. It was weird, she followed some people, but no one followed her, even though she posted a shit ton. I still couldn't get over how there were pictures from over ten years ago, where according to her driver's license she should have been like fourteen yet she still looked just like she did now. Sure, her hair was a little different, and it seemed like she did her makeup differently but she sure as hell wasn't fourteen years old. I didn't know that much about posting on Instagram, Jason had only used it as a quick access substitute for Pornhub on the go, but was there a way to intentionally backdate photos? And then there were the other girls in the pictures. They seemed very close, sisterly almost. Even though I had never really had anyone like that in my life, it really seemed like they could depend on each other. Ninety percent of the time if there were other people in the pics with her at least one of those two were there. And just like Ashley these people didn't seem to age either. Of course, there were still a bunch of other photos without them in it. I was shocked to find pictures of her making out with a bunch of different people, a lot more girls than guys it seemed. But none involving those two. There were no captions or hashtags with her posts either, so there wasn't really anyway to track them. The next morning, I woke again to the strangest dream. In it I was working a retail again, but I was actually some guy who actually had his life together, so not myself. The strange thing was though that I had these huge tits, even bigger than the ones I have now. But it was odd 'cause no one else actually acknowledge them, although a lot of people stared at them! I had been getting a lot of weird dreams, and they were so vivid too, plus most were erotic. Putting it behind me I got up and got ready for my day. Today was going to be it, the biggest challenge since I had lost my y chromosome. I was going to go out in public, actually talk to people, and buy some women's clothes. Chapter 12: The drive out to the mall thankfully wasn't that eventful. Throughout my midnight drives, I had figured out a way to position my seatbelt in a way that it was the most agreeable with my new anatomy. Of course, that doesn't actually mean that it was in any way comfortable whatsoever. By putting the belt in-between my generous breasts in just the right way, I got it to where it was actually somewhat tolerable to drive. That's not counting the suspension though. That was still horrible, the big problem was every time I hit any little bump, (or whenever the car just felt like bouncing on its own) the resulting jiggle traveled throughout my flesh and always ended up on my tits. Over the past few days, I had actually gotten used to the feeling of my chest jiggling and bouncing up and down, but now with the seatbelt the way it was, they roughly rubbed against it, causing my discomfort. One of the first things I was going to do is buy a new a car, one where I won't have to worry about the suspension and where the seatbelt actually fits my tits. I had been thinking like that more and more, like it was something that was going to happen not if it happened. While a few days ago the thought of losing my dick forever would have seemed like a death sentence, now that I had actually gone through with it, it wasn't really that big of a deal. It's not like I ever really got the chance to use it properly that much anyway. And to be fair I got two pretty nice compensations in return. Then there was my life. I took a deep breath in from my cigarette, and blew it out the window, I would never have really considered my life that bad, but when I thought about it, it definitely wasn't good either. And that was probably the issue, I had never really thought about it because I was in denial. If I stayed as Jason, then my life probably would never have gotten better, and I was just one stroke of bad luck away from it getting really bad. I had my head above water, but just barely. Now though, I had some real opportunity. I had a lot more freedom now. I feel that if most guys were given the chance to trade their life and dick away for a hundred thousand dollars, most would just say no out of principal without really thinking about it, and a few days ago, I would have been right there alongside them. But now that it was already done, and I had really thought about it, I wasn't that upset. In fact, I was actually pretty excited. Then there was the whole changing genders thing. I had kinda the same attitude towards it that I had to losing my life. Again, if you would have asked me last week if I wanted to be a girl, even one as hot as I am now, I wouldn't have even thought about it and just said no. But now that it already happened, I can't say that I'm that disappointed with the results. And in both cases I definitely got more than what I put in to the deal. Although, to be fair I didn't really know that much about either. When it came to her life, it's not as if that wouldn't have its challenges, but at least I had one hundred thousand dollars' worth of resources to overcome them. When it came to her body though, it was a little more complicated. Over the last few days, I certainly didn't feel as weird in this body as I first did, especially not as much as when I woke up. I could actually dress myself and walk around with minimal issues. That's not to say that there aren't any, while for the most part if I'm focusing on something else it's not too bad, my mind (and my hands) definitely starts to wonder pretty quickly if not given a task. But even that's not as bad as when I started, there are times when I catch myself copping a feel now and then, but unless I really want to (or just kinda want to) I'm not really a slave to this body anymore. While I still notice it a lot, the extra weight on my chest doesn't bother me as much as it used to. It can undoubtedly be annoying when I role over in my sleep, or when I had dropped my makeup brush on the floor and it rolled under the sofa. But other than being noticeable I feel like I've really gotten used to my boobs. They're a (big) part of me now, and if I were to lose them, I would notice it even more than I do now. I drove into the parking garage attached to the mall and was lucky enough to get a spot near the elevator. I could have gotten a spot on a lower floor, but I figured that being closer to the elevator was more important in case I had to make a quick escape. I knew in my head that that was crazy, and I wasn't near as scared as I was when I went to grab groceries the other day, but I was still pretty nervous. It was one of those things, where the more I thought about it, the more I worked myself up. I put out my cigarette in the ashtray I had made out of one of my cup holders, stepped out of my car and headed for the elevator. As I walked over, I felt the now somewhat normal feeling of my breasts bouncing up and down and my hips swaying from side to side as I walked. Apparently walking in heels meant that I had to put a little bit more weight into my steps then before. This resulted in a good bit more kinetic energy being dispersed throughout my body, particularly the jiggly parts. I had spent a good bit of the day before walking in heels and had gotten pretty good with it, a lot quicker than I would have thought. As I stepped into the elevator luckily, I was alone. The polished steel made my reflection pretty clear as I stared back at the beautiful creature looking back at me. Luckily today was warm enough that I didn't have to wear my jacket. Even though I had just done the laundry the night before, I still didn't want to wear the same purple tank top that I wore the last time I was out. Instead, I had found an old t-shirt from when I was in high school. Normally it had been a bit too small to wear for normal day to day stuff, but I kept it around because it was pretty comfortable to sleep in. However, with my new body it was still tight, but only in the chest, it fit pretty well along the rest of me. Where it was tight though it clearly did not hold back. Since I wasn't wearing the jacket, I didn't really feel comfortable with the amount of cleavage that the tank top advertised to the world, so instead I tried on this shirt. Even though if anything it made my boobs more pronounced, for some reason I still decided that this was more decent, at least it was long enough to cover (almost) cover my navel. With my new posture, it felt like I was damn near shoving them in someone's face. I had decided to where the same jeans that I had woken up in. Sure, I had been out in public a grand total of three times since this happened and yes, I had worn the same pants each time, but that was something that I hoped to remedy with this trip. I was actually beginning to like how tight they were. They kinda reminded me of sweat pants that way, plus it was way better than wearing something baggy. I surprisingly wasn't against the way they made my ass look either. Now before, I might have dressed up once for my high school reunion or a little bit for a job interview but that was it. With that old body there wasn't really any reason to, it would have been like getting a nice new paint job on my car, just wasted effort. Now however, the same definitely could not be said. There was no other way around it, I was hot, and that was a blessing. It was something that I undoubtedly wasn't familiar with, but oh god did I want to be. Over my short self-imposed isolation, I had spent a good bit of time looking at the new me. And the more and more that I started to sort of accept that this was going to happen, this was going to be the new me, the more I started to like it. As I practiced more with makeup and with walking in heels, things that both really complemented my beauty it just accelerated my feelings, and I felt something that I had never really felt before, pride. It was odd feeling proud of myself. Other than that time I got a pentakill in Smite I never had a reason to, and especially not because of how I looked. But now that I did, I wanted to experience it in its fullest. Seriously, if I was given this blessing than I should at least share it with the world, that's what you do with blessings right? That's one of the reasons that I had picked this shirt. I had been on the other side; I know how it feels to see a chick as hot as myself. Even if you're having a real shitty day, just seeing a girl like me can at least make you feel a little better. There's this one girl, Donna, who works in the cubicle across from me, and when I'm having a real boring day (which most of them are) sometimes discreetly turning around to have a look at her melons could at least give me some motivation for the next fifteen to twenty minutes. Wasn't it my duty to bring that kind of joy to the world? Yeah, I'm sure that probably a couple (most) of the guys that see me will probably jack off to me later (hopefully later), but I couldn't blame them. Hell, I lived with this now, and that's still how I got off. I was still impressed with how well I did my makeup. Like the heels, it's not something that I ever thought I would be able to do, but once I started it came to me a lot easier than I thought it should. I had used up everything that I had had in my purse when I first found it, so picking up some more was definitely on my list as well. Not being able to resist I turned around to see the prize that my jeans held. Yeah, I unquestionably would not be able to blame anyone who stared at this peach. Seriously, the jeans were beyond a doubt the right choice over the sweat pants. This was going to become a new thing; I never again would be able to go out without dressing up. I couldn't stop myself; I gave it a nice little squeeze and even though I knew it was coming still let out a light 'eep' and jumped a little. And just then the door opened to the mall. Thankfully there wasn't anyone there, but I still quickly corrected myself and rushed out into the mall with a blush on my face so strong it probably matched my lipstick. After getting away and out of sight of the elevator I stopped to catch my breath. 'Ok yes Ashley, you're absolutely gorgeous but you can't keep feeling yourself up in public! Even if you really want to!' Calming myself down a bit I made a mental list of things I needed. It was mid-morning on a weekday so the mall wasn't too full but it wasn't completely empty either. Looking around I saw a group of kids who looked like they should probably be in school right about now. Even though I had just gone on about giving back to humanity by letting them look at my tits, I immediately made a one-eighty on the subject and turned to the mall directory. Yeah, I want people to appreciate my beauty, but maybe it's better if I don't draw attention to myself. I still don't know who might be after Ashley. I needed new clothes and makeup, that was my plan while I was here. Losing my y chromosome may have made me more willing to go shopping but it didn't make me any better at it. I hoped that like makeup and heels that shopping would just come naturally to me, but so far it seemed like I was out of luck. There were a couple stores who's names I recognized but I didn't know if they would have everything I needed or what. Like I know Victoria's secret sells bras, but do they sell clothes too? And what about makeup? There are booths in the mall that sell it, but are they any good? And how do you even know if makeup is good anyway? I decided to just figure it out as I went. Plus, I really wanted to go to Victoria's secret anyway. As a guy I had always taken a little bit longer when I walked past it, but for all intents and purposes it was just as off limits as the women's bathroom (which I could check out now too). As I walked there, I got kind of a nervous feeling. Not nervous like I shouldn't go in there, but nervous like someone was watching me and that I should be careful. I turned around and looked around me, but there wasn't anyone there, not even the kids from before. I walked in and was immediately assaulted on all sides by femininity. It smelled so sweet and there were big wall displays of models wearing their lingerie. It somehow even sounded somewhat girly with the music that played softly over the PA system. At this point I didn't really need any help feeling like a girl, but just being in this store felt like it was going to push me over the edge. Remembering why I was there in the first place I headed over to the wall and started to look at some bras. I was amazed at just how many different kinds there were. Before I had never really thought about it, bras were just bras, kinda like underwear, I never really thought about different types. My anxiety started to kick in a bit again, I had no idea what kind of bra I needed, or how big I was for that matter. I remembered that I had looked once before, and that I was big just that I didn't remember the exact number. I thought that there was a D in there but I couldn't recall if it was that or DD. Thankfully a cute bubbly blonde with cool silver streaks in her hair came to my rescue. She was a little shorter than me, but her chest looked to be about the same size. She was wearing a tight black polo shirt that showed off her tits well. She had this smile on her face that made me immediately feel more at ease. The way that the streaks in her hair caught the light mesmerized me. "Hi, I'm Kallie is there anything I can help you with today?" Like with Sarah, the cashier, I completely forgot how to talk to people. Thankfully this time it wasn't just because a hot girl was talking to me (at this point I wasn't even registering that), but instead because of the way that the light bounced off her hair. "Um... Hello? Can I help you with anything," she asked again as she waved at me. That shook me out of my trance a bit. "Oh, uh sorry I just really like your hair." She smiled at me and started running her hands through down along the streaks. "Oh thanks! Yeah, I just got them done. I always wanted them, I think they look cool, like an elf in a fantasy world right? But my boyfriend was always against it. But after we broke up, I decided 'fuck him' and got them and I am loving them." Was this how girls always talked? Before, if I had asked about her boyfriend, she would have reported me to mall security and they would have put me on a special list. Now she was just telling me personal details about her life willingly because I said I liked her hair. "Wow, well he's an idiot. I think they look awesome." "I know right?!" She reached over and put her hand on my arm "Best decision I ever made. I am so much happier without him in my life. Seriously, fuck guys." "You don't have to tell me twice," I replied as I turned my attention back to the bra wall. "What did you just dump your boyfriend too?" She took a step back and gave me a little smirk. "Nope, never even had one," I answered without thinking. She immediately lit up. "Really?! That's cool that you're like that. Ok so, uh how can I help you?" As I turned to look back at her I could see that she was biting her bottom lip a bit. "Well I uh..." This was a problem. I had spent the last couple of days psyching myself up to be able to come out and shop for new clothes, but I had never stopped to think of a story about why a girl my age, and who looks like I do, needs an entire new wardrobe and knows absolutely nothing about fashion. "I... uh... am... trying to reinvent myself a bit, you know? Kinda like you did with your hair." I hoped to god that was good enough. Kallie didn't look surprised but looked pleased with my answer. "Ok, so what were you thinking for this new you?" "The works, a new wardrobe, makeup, underwear, shoes, pretty much everything," I nodded along, hoping that she wouldn't get too suspicious. She was probably thinking a lot of different things about me right now, but none of them were probably that I used to be a guy. "And I haven't been measured in a while and my bra is kinda tight, so what do you recommend?" She just gave me that continued sly smirk. "Well, we can get you the makeup and lingerie here, but we stopped selling clothes here a couple of years ago. There's not much to choose from in this mall, but the Macy's is the best that you're gonna get. Now as for the bra, how about we go in the back and get you fitted." She put her hand on my back and led me towards the back of the store, while giving me a look like the grocery manager had, but at least it wasn't creepy this time. We walked back around the corner, towards one of the changing rooms and Kallie pulled out some measuring felt from god knows where. She looked at me with this really intense smile. It was so intense that it was kinda contagious and I found myself smiling awkwardly right back at here. After what seemed like five full minutes of awkward staring, she gestured toward me. "Well?" I was confused, and didn't know what to do. I couldn't let on that this was my first time getting fitted, but what the hell am I supposed to do now? Isn't she the one who is who is supposed to be fitting me? "What?" I ask her, a bewildered look on my face. She giggled a bit. "I need you to take off your shirt and bra now silly." My face turned bright red as I muttered, "Yeah... Of course," and without thinking about it, I reached below my t-shirt and brought it up over my head, trying my hardest not to get it caught on my tits. I had already messed up pretty big with not knowing to take my damn shirt off to get my breasts measured, I couldn't afford any more mistakes or she might find out that I didn't use to be a girl! I looked over at her and saw her staring with her mouth open. Damnit! At that point I realized my next mistake. I reached my arms up behind my back and grabbed the hooks of my bra pulling them away from each other. Obviously if I was to see how big my hooters are, she would have to see them bare, right? At this point Kallie's eyes damn near popped out of her head. "Uh...Well usually if you already have a bra, we just measure over the old one. But that's fine, really! If you want me to just get a full reading, I can do that too." If I was red before, I was a goddamn cherry now. She had to know by now that I didn't know what I was doing, right? I mean, in my defense, who ever heard about getting bra fit over your old one? Probably anyone who has ever gotten one done before, but that's beside the point. I had to act fast, I really didn't want this hot girl to think that there was anything wrong with me. "Yeah, I just want to get a more, uh... accurate reading." To prove my point, I shoved my tits in her direction. She gave me this confused look that I immediately recognized. It was the same look that I got on my face pretty much whenever I talked to women. It was a mixture of confusion and arousal. However, after a moment of us awkwardly standing there her face slowly turned to a smirk. "Right... I get you. We have to make sure that we're thorough." She had a smile on her face that told me she was falling for it. Or at least that's what I thought her face was saying, turns out having a pussy for almost a week didn't help out with my ability to read women. She put down the felt, which I very clearly remember thinking at the time how odd that was, then she came up real close to me and put her hands right on my breasts. Now feeling a boob is awesome, feeling your own boob is even better, but without a doubt apparently nothing comes close to someone else feeling your own boob. That alone was enough to turn my pure terror of being discovered into pure lust. Instinctually I pulled my legs together to give my pussy some of the pleasure that it was screaming out for. The skinny jeans were absolutely the right choice as they pushed on my go button even harder. I was shocked and not really in a position to be using a lot of my upper-level thinking skills. I looked over at Kallie and saw a real cute smile appear run across her face. "Is that uh, thorough enough for you?" she asked right as she grabbed another handful of boobflesh and squeezed it enough for my legs to buckle once again. My brain really couldn't put sentences together at this point so when I went to try and say 'Oh fuck yes', all that came out was low moan, unlike any I had made the week prior. I don't know how long that continued for, but it seemed like forever. Eventually though she brought her hands down to my waist and pulled me in. Having not really been in a situation like this before, I impulsively brought my arms around her and gave her a big, tight hug. I hadn't held another person like this in very, very long time and I forgot just how much I missed it. I didn't know Kallie, we had only met maybe ten or fifteen minutes before hand, but I felt a connection with her. I knew that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, and she was at the very least open to experimenting with other women. That was more than I knew really about any of the women I work with, and I had worked with some of them for over a year. She seemed a little surprised by my hug and gave me dreamy look. She was still expertly groping my tits way better than I had, which to be fair she probably had more experience at this than I did. I could feel them push right into her own pair. It was an odd feeling, technically I was feeling up this girl's boobs, just with my own. Since my chest was so much more sensitive than my old one, it also made me feel so much closer with this girl who I had just met. After a few minutes of just standing there, both of us just smiling at each other, honestly closer than I had ever been with another friend. She took a hand off of my waist and brushed back a steely lock of hair out of her face. "Well..." She gave me a look that no girl had ever given me before, "That was fun. We should probably do that again sometime." And with that she gave me a kiss right on the lips, and went over to pick up her measuring felt. I was still stunned as she moved back over at me with the felt. She saw the look on my face and giggled a bit "Let me guess, first time getting felt up quick by the girl in the changing room?" I figured that that was probably rhetorical, but just to be safe I nodded a bit. "You want to know a secret?" She wrapped the felt around my midsection, noticeably below the tits. This confused me a bit but I was able to breathe out a small "uh huh." "Well," she started as she pulled the felt tight across my torso. "It was my first time too!" She seemed really happy about this as she wrote down my measurement on a piece of paper. "It's really weird, but I would never have done that before in like a thousand years. I only dreamed of trying out being gay, and that's just cause my boyfriend had a small dick and didn't know how to use it." She looked deep into my eyes. "But when I saw you, I was like 'Fuck it, here's a gorgeous chick with amazing tits, and she's throwing me hints' I got to take it." She took the felt and wrapped it around me again, this time around my tits. "But holy fuck am I glad I did. What do you say, you up for some more of this later?" I really wasn't in the space to process words, let alone sentences, at the moment so I just repeated back the last word I could heard "Later?." "Oh God, you insatiable! I like that. Yes, later. I am actually supposed to be working right now, otherwise I would take you right here," She tightened the felt around my bust, making sure that her hands lingered around there just a little too long. I could feel the heat in my crouch building up again. "But I really can't afford to lose this job, especially because I just lost my roommate and I got to pay the full rent on my own now." At this point my brain was finally starting to process what little information it could. There's this hot girl, and she's into me!!! And with that all of my doubts went away. Yes, I guess I should be kind of sad that I lost my old life, and my old body, but with this body I can get laid!!! Screw Jason!!! If the real Ashley comes back, she can go fuck herself, there's no way she's getting this back!!! I got a hundred grand and a smoking hot body; I'm probably going to have to move my plans up a bit, but that shouldn't be much of a problem. Focusing my attention on the beautiful creature in front of me I tried to give her my sexiest, slyest look I could manage and gave her a nod. "Sounds good babe." Kallie was noticeably excited about this and even went to her tip toes quick. "All right then," She mirrored my own look right back at me "I'll give you my number and you can give me a call after work," She turned around to her paper and wrote some things down on it. "So, it looks like you're a pretty big girl," she said smiling at my tits "Although we knew that already, you're probably around a 42-D cup. If you haven't gone bra shopping in a while, I'll remind you, even if one that size doesn't fit you, you'll probably going to want to try a couple different brands. I think you would look awesome in a push bra." She took out her phone and told me, "I really got to get back to the front, we've been back here a while. So just let me know if you need anything else, and hopefully I'll see you later?" She gave me a hopeful look. "Oh definitely." I gave her a sexy smile. She giggled and looked down at the ground, after all we just did, that embarrassed her? As she walked by me, I could smell her sweet perfume and I called out, "Kallie?" She turned around, an optimistic look on her face. "Yes?" Without thinking I reached out and grabbed her around the waist like I did before and brought her in tight. Either by shock, or because she really wanted it, she didn't resist at all. I looked her deep in her eyes again and gave her a deep kiss. I hadn't kissed anyone in quite a while, much less stuck my tongue down anyone's throat but by god did it feel amazing. It was like I was connected to her, better yet like she was connected to me. I could feel her sexual energy flowing into me. However, after a second, I pulled away and just smiled at her. I was definitely down to do some more of this later. She was surprised, but I could tell she was into it. She just smiled looked down at the ground at walked out. I turned around to get my bra but instantly felt a sharp, painful slap that must have echoed throughout the damn mall. I once again, 'eeped' and jumped forward a bit. By the time I turned around Kallie was already out the door, but I swear I could hear the smirk on her face. I reached around to rub my glorious peach a bit. It wasn't really that sore anymore, I just really liked how it felt. After getting my clothes on and making sure that I looked presentable in the mirror, I realized that my makeup was a bit smudged. Without even thinking about it I turned around got my small kit right out of my purse. Within less than a minute I was able to fix up my face. After I was done I just stood there admiring my work. If I would have tried to actually sit down and think about it, there's no way in hell that I would know how to put makeup on. I couldn't think of any of the individual steps that I had done just moments before. But when I did it, it was natural, like I had been doing it my whole life. Deciding it was better to just not look a gift horse in the mouth (much less one as pretty as I was), I just shrugged and grabbed my purse putting the kit away. Kallie had said that I needed a 42-D size. It seemed to take me forever, but eventually I got the lay of the store down and was able to find some in my size. And when I say some I actually mean, a holy shit level metric fuck ton. All of them were different too. It wasn't like I could actually just grab some basic ones and be done, oh no that would have been too easy. Eventually Kallie noticed my plight once again and picked out some that were her favorite. "Here I think you would look really cute in this." I took it and looked at her skeptically. "This is a push up bra, you really think I need any help in that department?" "Well no, but it never really hurts to go bigger does it?" She had a point there "Plus, they're what I wear and they're super comfy. Really makes sure it feels like someone's got a hold of the girls, you know?" Deciding that that would be pretty nice, I took her word for it. I grasped my quarry and headed back into the changing room. At first, I was skeptical, since looking at them, even though they were all labeled the same size, they consisted of various different sizes and shapes. However, as I tried on each one, almost if by magic each one fit to a t. I was particularly impressed with the push bra Kallie suggested. Yes, it did make my cleavage look even bigger (which I was starting to feel wasn't such a bad thing on its own) but it also held the girls in place a good bit better than some of the other ones. I decided to just wear this one out of the store. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to or not, but I didn't really care. I was still sort of riding the high from my encounter with Kallie, and I had the tag either way so it didn't really matter. I meandered around the store a little longer, picking out some panties to go with the bras. After a bit I ended up at their makeup counter, after looking over everything I realized that I could figure this out just as well as the bras, which is to say not well at all. "Having a little trouble there cutie?" I looked up and saw my silver haired, busty savior just waiting there for me. "What do they have you working the makeup counter too? Or am I just that special?" I coyly smiled at her. "While you're definitely the most special costumer that I've ever had. Yeah, it is just me right now, it's a weekday morning and as you can see the mall never gets that busy." She gestured out into the dead mall. "So I have to work alone until someone gets here at lunch." "So then why did you go into the back room with me?" She just shrugged "Like I told you, that was the first time I'd ever done anything like that. I just saw you and was like 'Damn I got to feel those titties up!'," She bit her bottom lip a bit and took my hand in hers. She started rubbing her hands up and down my wrist that made my panties a bit wet once again. And then just like that she stopped "So can I help you with anything?" She still had held my hands. "Nothing much, like I said I just need some new makeup, just something basic for now, I guess I might need a reason to come back here." I gave her a knowing look. "Well, I bet that that is something I can definitely help you with." Over the next twentyish minutes Kallie picked out some makeup and showed it to me. She seemed insistent on showing me every free sample she could. I'm pretty sure she only did that take every opportunity she could to touch my face, which to be fair, is a good enough reason. Eventually I took my purchases over to the register and had Kallie ring me out. "Oh, this looks really cute, I would literally die to see it on you," she said as she rang up one of my bras. I winked at her. "Really, you'd kill someone? I might have to hold you to that." "Can't wait, so uh..." She looked really nervous all of a sudden. "Are... are you free this evening, night time? Uh I mean I get off at four, but I have to run somewhere, so like I'll be free at five at the latest, or earliest. Sorry like I said I just never have really done this before." I smiled having sort of been in her situation many times before. The difference was, that in those cases, the girl wasn't into me at all like I was into her. "Relax it's OK. I can hang out tonight. Just give me your number and I'll text you later, cool?" This was so weird for me. I was never the one with leverage, but here I was handling it like a pro! "Yeah, ok, cool sounds good. I can't wait. By the way your total is $734.98." It was my turned to be surprised, as my eyes damn near flew out of my head. I had only gotten like 5 bras, and panties to go with them, combined with that basic make set, how was I already over seven hundred dollars? I had brought about a thousand dollars in cash with me to the mall today. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure on how to get all of the money out of her account, but I sure didn't want to spend everything that I had on me now. I didn't know that much about women's clothes, but weren't they supposed to be expensive. I mean I guess if their underwear costs this much then it must be. I did have another option though. I could always try the credit card. Usually credit cards didn't require a pin or anything. Worse comes to worse, if I couldn't use the credit card I could still use her debit card, which I did have the pin to. And if I couldn't use that then I still had the cash to fall back on. Smiling I dug my wallet out of my purse and handed Kallie my credit card. As I waited for it to authorize, I worried that Kallie might notice me worrying. Without thinking I fell back on my two best assets and took a deep breath pushing them out. Kallie's face dropped immediately to my cleavage, and just to make sure it worked I grabbed them a bit and started to adjust the bra a bit. I smiled at her glad that my plan had worked so well. Thankfully it was all for nothing as the card went through without an issue. I was caught off guard a little when I was asked for my signature. It took me a second to even remember what my last name was even supposed to be at this point. I made sure to make it as Illegible as possible, even though again at this point, no one would question that I was the real Ashley. Kallie scribbled down her number on the receipt as she handed to me. "So uh, you'll call me later right." Her blushing just added to her adorableness. I'd never really been in the position of power in situations like this, but holy shit did I like it. I decided to abuse that power a bit and tease her a little. "Perhaps, you said that you don't usually do this." She shook her head. "Well if you really do like me, what's my name?" At this point she went through a journey of different emotions, each clearly manifested on her face. At first, she thought the question was easy, then when she realized that the answer wasn't obvious, she had a quizzical look on her face, like it should be on the tip of her tongue. Then as the moments went by, she had more and more of a look of disbelief, not wanting to believe that she didn't know. Finally, when she realized the truth, that she had just taken a girl, whose name she didn't even know, and felt her up in the backroom, and then given out her number, her face had a look of almost terror. "I... I never do this." She stared straight at me. "I don't even know your name. I can't believe I did that." At this point guilt was starting to set in. "I'm am so sorry, I never should have done that, I'm not that kind of person I swear I'm not I wou..." Now I was feeling kind of bad, but not too much. "Hey don't worry about it, I'm glad you did. And if I remember right, you were pretty happy with the whole arrangement too." I took her hands in mine and looked deep into her eyes. Immediately she began to calm down. "I liked it, a lot. And I want to do it again." She smiled back at me. "I'll text you later." I winked at her and blew her a kiss as I walked away. "And my name's Ashley by the way." Being the cool person that I was, I didn't even look away as I damn near skipped away. I would have normally never in a million years done anything like that, but fuck did it feel good. I was not going to miss my old body one bit. I was on cloud nine and as I headed towards the Macy's at the other end of the mall. While the mall thankfully had a Victoria's Secret, it was still a small-town mall that didn't have much to choose from. Therefore, my options for getting some new clothes were limited. I decided that I probably didn't need a whole new wardrobe, hell the underwear and makeup were already two full bags and I didn't want to carry much more, so I figured that I could probably make do with a few simple things from here, and then maybe go more all-out somewhere a little nicer now that I'd gotten over my fear of shopping a bit. However, even though that fear was gone, for some reason my feelings of unease weren't. The feeling that someone was watching me was a good bit stronger than it had been, enough for me to almost consider calling the whole thing off and just heading home. I looked around the mall a bit, and while there were now a few people walking around, no one really stood out. I passed a guy who I noticed definitely looked right at me. But I really couldn't blame him, I had been in his shoes a thousand times before, and although he wasn't as good at hiding it as I was (I hope), my good mood from before bleed over a bit and I decided that it was fine if some random guy checks me out. Macy's wasn't near as eventful as Victoria's Secret. While I was disappointed by this at first, once I looked at the homely, rotund middle-aged saleswoman on the floor, who looked like the only social interaction she had with people was when she complained to the manager, I figured it was for the best. It took a bit of trial and error but I eventually figured out my size and found a few blouses and shirts that I liked. I found that I wasn't near as enthusiastic about them as I was when I was picking out bras. But when I thought about it, the nice part about that hadn't necessarily been the bras themselves, but how I imaged Kallie would like how I looked in them. Pants and shoes were in the same boat as well. I got a few different pairs that looked nice, but nothing that I really liked. I did spend a good ten minutes looking at the skirts before deciding to pussy out, as I told myself that I would try them later. At this point I was thinking that maybe I was still more of a guy than I admitted at first. I mean it makes sense, and it's not automatically a bad thing. In order to adapt to this crazy new circumstance maybe I dove in too far and now I'm adjusting yet again. Which is fine, I've read online about girls who don't like to shop. I took my purchases up to the register when my paranoia came back in force this time. I didn't know what it was, but I had to leave, and quick. Luckily, the minimum wage cashier didn't notice (or more likely just didn't care) about my sudden change in attitude and I was on my way. As I headed back to the elevator's I really felt like someone was after me and I had to get out of there. As I hit the button to wait for the elevator my heart was beating even faster than when I had first woke up like this. Of course, just like horror movies, when you really need the elevator, it always seems to take forever. And that was when I saw her, and more importantly she saw me. As my eyes were darting around looking for my predator my eyes locked in on this beautiful girl. She had this long blonde hair, that honestly made Kallie's kind of look like shit, and her tits were absolutely on par with mine. I knew that I had seen her before, somewhere recent and important, but I could for the life of me figure out where. In my daze she turned and stared at me as well, a look of complete disbelief on her face. She started to head towards me as she called out, "Ashley!? Oh my god! Is that really you? Ashley what are you doing!?" And then it clicked, this was the girl in her Instagram. The girl who had taken countless pictures with Ashley over the last ten years. Whoever she was, she was close with Ashley. And here I was about to take away her friends' life. I was on pure adrenaline at this point as I dove in the second the doors dinged open. And of course, since this was a horror movie they took forever to close again. The girl started to pick up the pace as she ran towards me. "Ashley where are you going? Stop!" She was close and it looked like she was going to make it in. I barely managed to get out, "Sorry I don't know who you are," lamely as I cowered in the back of the elevator. Thankfully the doors shut just before she got there and I had a second to breathe. Whoever this girl was I couldn't let her catch me, I had to get out of there and fast. Probably even leave the state as fast as I could, but one step at a time. First things first, I had to get to my car and get the fuck out of there. The instant that the doors opened on my floor I dashed out as quickly as I could into the parking garage. Of course, my choice of foot wear hampered that quite a bit. While I could walk in heels just fine, running was out of the question. The best I could do was an accelerated walk, and even with all the adrenaline pumping through my system, I still noticed the enhanced quaking of my breasts as I went. I got to my car, and like a dumb bitch in a horror movie it took me what seemed like forever to find my keys in my purse. Just as I did, I heard the elevator ding behind me and jumped into the car, throwing my bags across the passenger seat, most of the contents spilling out. As I looked up, I saw the girl at the other end of the garage. She didn't seem to notice me but she was talking with another slightly older woman with blue hair. I must have been staring too long because they both turned to look at me at started to head my way. I cursed myself and tried to get the keys in the ignition. And true to form like the dumb bitch in a horror movie I was I dropped them. I reached down to get them off the floor, my breasts getting in the way as they smooshed uncomfortably against my legs. I eventually did get them, and started the car, as my pursuers were only a couple of rows over. I reached up to try and pull my seat belt down when of course that got stuck too. After pulling on it a few times, I how unnecessary that was and just floored it. By this point they were only a few feet from the car and I damn near ran one of them over as I burned rubber and sped out of the garage. I took every corner in there faster and harder than I had ever taken my car, and to be fair I never had more of a reason to. It wasn't until I was a few miles down the street from the mall that I finally caught my breath. Whatever my plans had been, they had to change now. Chapter 13: I was damn near hyperventilating as I pulled over into the grocery store parking lot to catch my breath. I had never been more scared in my life, and I once woke up with big tits and without my dick! I turned around to look at the entrance to the parking lot to see if my pursuers were onto me. Of course, and thankfully, they were not. My hands were shaking at this point and without really thinking about it I went into my purse to take out my cigarettes, and lit one. That seemed to calm me down, at least for the moment. To be fair, I had known that this was always a possibility. As I had contemplated numerous times over the past week, a hot girl doesn't just trade her body and life to someone like me on a whim. If she was behind it, then she did it for a reason, and the only reason I had come up with was that it wasn't because of what she gained, but rather what she gave up. There was something up with her (obviously), she was probably in trouble and she must have run, leaving me in her place. Now I didn't have any real evidence at all to back up my theory, but that wasn't stopping my paranoia. I didn't know who that girl was, but I knew for a fact that she wasn't going to be happy with what I did to Ashley. Even if it wasn't technically me that took her life, I doubted that she would see it that way. Again, looking back, I had never met her up till that point so there was absolutely no way that I would know in any way how she would react, but I wasn't going to let a little thing like logic get in the way of my delusions! I was safe for now, but for how much longer? Ok think Jason you can do this, just like when you woke up take it one step at a time. Just focusing on getting back to the apartment. I caught my breath and pulled out of the parking lot and continued my journey home. I tried really hard to not let my mind wonder, truly I did, but I just couldn't. I kept coming back to the fear that I would be found out, and worse of all I would have to go back to my old life. I was determined to not let that happen, and I swore to do everything in my power (which admittedly wasn't much) to stop it. After finishing off half of my pack, I completed the fifteen-minute drive home. I took a moment to gather up all of my stuff that had fallen from the bags that I had thrown haphazardly on the seat next to me during my daring escape. I hadn't realized just how much shit I had bought. Seriously, I had gone to two different stores, but I spent well over a thousand dollars. And I had like six big bags full of clothes and makeup. And it was a lot heavier to carry now that I didn't have adrenaline pumping throughout my veins. It took longer than I would like but I was able to make it up to my apartment. As soon as I crossed my threshold, I slammed the door behind me. I immediately did the chain (which I never did before), locked the door and then checked the chain again, and then checked the locked again, just to be sure. I set the bags down near the door and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of wine. I debated just saying with hell to the glass and downing the whole bottle right then and there, but I was a lady now, so I got my glass and brought it and the bottle with me to couch. I got out my laptop and pulled up the browser that I had opened from week before. I hadn't made much progress in my plan to find a new place but I knew that I had to leave now. I had decided on the west coast as my new starting place, because why the hell not? I highly doubted my car could get me there, but luckily as long as I was flying within the US, I wouldn't need a passport. The license I had very well may be a fake, but I couldn't tell just by looking at it. My hope was that the TSA wouldn't be able to either, and worse comes to worse I could always just pose in a certain way to distract them. I brought up a list of flights and found one leaving later that night. The problem with that was, that there were still loose ends in my old life that I wanted to tie up. Not many mind you, but a few important things. I really didn't want to leave my Xbox or my TV here, but if I left now, I probably wasn't going to be able to come back. On the other hand, I didn't even have any luggage so I would still need to buy that, and I had just bought a lot of clothes for my new form, way more than a suitcase's worth. Plus, what was I going to do with my car, sure it wasn't worth that much, but I could maybe get a couple hundred out of it, although even that would be tricky as I would be selling it without being able to sign it over myself. Also, I didn't know how to sell a car. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Yes, I would have to leave, but not right now. I was paid up for the month for rent so that wouldn't be a problem. And maybe those were just Ashley's friends. Yeah, she wasn't from here and she had said that she had just got here, but she obviously lied about a lot of stuff, so who was to say she wasn't lying about that too? To be fair, I figured that I probably should move ahead with my plan to get out of here, but I had a bit of time. As long as I just kept my pretty head down, I should be ready to go in like a couple of weeks, max. And who knows, maybe I could bring Kallie along with me, that would be fun. I was half way done with my third glass and feeling a bit better than before when the door flew open. I stood up and stared with terror as all of my fears were realized and the two people I wanted to see the least in the world walked in. The first was a woman a bit older than me, probably like thirty something, and I immediately felt the same lust as last week when I walked into that bar and saw what is now my face for the first time. Gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe her. In the form I was in, I looked like I was twelve right now compared to her, she made Ashley look like Jason, there was no comparison what so ever. Her blue hair captured my eye immediately, and her tits were honestly about the size of my head. She was taller than me, and they were still big on her, but it just worked so well. But that wasn't even the best thing about her (which is saying something because again, her tits were awesome!), It was how she handled herself, she just oozed confidence and power. And right behind her was the girl from the mall, the one who had seen me, and called out to me, and from who I had run away from. She was the one on Ashley's Instagram, the one who never seemed to age. I didn't know anything about who she was, but I knew that she and Ashley were close. Seeing them filled me with a panic a lot stronger than what I had felt just forty-five minutes ago. I was sure that I had locked the door, how the hell did they get in? And for that matter how did they find me? I was sure that no one followed me from the mall, and I had stayed in that parking lot for at least fifteen minutes and no one followed me from there. I finally found my courage, I stood up and yelled, "I don't know who the fuck you are, but you need to leave now!" I had never been that assertive in my life ever, and it felt pretty good, intruders to my home notwithstanding. The older woman just looked at me with an annoyed look on her face. "Oh god, just give it up Ashley." She then made a gesture towards me. "Just sit your ass down. And keep your voice down, I don't want anyone to hear us. Laura, get the door." Immediately my ass felt heavy, like there was already a bit more there than I was used to but over the last few days I had gotten a little more used to it, though like my chest, I did still notice it. Now though, it felt like my ass weighed a thousand pounds. I fell down on the couch with a thud. No matter how much I tried I couldn't move, it was like my ass was stuck in place. "What the hell did you do to me?!" I screamed at the woman, or at least I tried to. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't raise my voice above my normal speaking volume, and I spoke in a perfectly calm manner. At this point the younger blonde, Laura from what I could tell, had gone over and closed, and locked the door. The older woman had gone further into my apartment. I tried to turn around and see what she was doing, but it was hard because of the weight of my ass and I wasn't able to turn around much. "Who are you and what do you want?" I tried to sound forceful, but it just came out as a pitiful whimper. I heard the woman's voice from behind me "Seriously Ashley, cut the shit! It's over, we found you!" At this point she came back into my line of view and she was livid. "I don't know why you did it, you must've known we'd find you! Do you really side with Dani over us? Over your family? What are you even doing, where are we? Whose apartment is this, and what did you do with the sorry fuck that used to live here?!" I could feel her rage burning at me. I looked over at the Laura and she looked surprised, like she didn't know what was about to happen and was scared. "Don't look at her," the woman snapped at me, she made another small gesture "Look at me and answer my questions." I really didn't want to but I turned my head and looked her straight in the eye, no matter hard I tried not to. "I... I... I'm not Ashley. Last Friday I went to this dive bar and met this really hot chick who said her name was Ashley. We went back to her hotel room and I don't really remember what happened that night, but the next morning I woke up in her body and she was gone! I was really scared at first, but then I found out that I could access her money and how good this body feels, especially my titties, and I was kinda ok with it. I was planning on taking her money and going out to California to start a new life because over the last half a week I've come to terms that my old life really sucked and I was a pathetic loser." I was finally able to stop and catch my breath. I hadn't really wanted to tell them any of that stuff, but I just wasn't able to stop myself. It was like I felt that I had to tell her everything. The woman's anger seemed to fade, only to be replaced with confusion. Both of them just stared at me with this incredulous look on their faces. We all just stared at each other for a very uncomfortable five minutes. Finally, Laura broke the silence. "Well, that's sure as fuck not what I expected to hear..." The woman just nodded back wordlessly. "Um... Yeah, you got that right." She finally blinked. "She had to tell the truth right there, and I'm still not sure I believe it." "No really it's true. I really hated my old life; I was just in so much denial. So, when I got this new body and a hundred thousand dollars, I decided to just run with it." This caught the woman's attention. "What do you mean you got a hundred thousand dollars?" "It was on her phone. It was weird there weren't really that many apps on it. And I don't really know that much about girls, because I'm really chronically shy and if I had to really admit it to myself, a pretty big loser, but I thought that girls spend all their time on their phones. But when I got Ashley's phone there were only a couple apps on it and one of them was her bank account. I was also able to use her credit cards I found in her wallet. I've been withdrawing a thousand dollars a night to try and get as much cash as I can. I have it all hidden right over there with all of my important stuff right next to the Xbox games." Without even thinking I pointed them out. She opened my purse and took my phone out of it. She tried turning it on but was just met with a lock screen. She held the phone out towards me, "Open it, and hand it back," she commanded. Again, without even wanting to I took the phone, put my finger on the reader, and handed it right back to her. She started going through it. At this point Laura was looking real concerned. "Do you believe any of this?" she asked the woman. "Well, something strange is going on we knew that. And if it really was her, she would put up a helluva lot more of a fight than that." For a second I was able to get up just a bit, but my legs immediately gave out under the weight of my ass and I was stuck right back on the couch. "But she, or he is definitely telling the truth. Or at least as much of the truth as they know." "Who are you peo---" The woman cut me on mid question "I'm going to try and verify some of her information, Laura keep an eye on her. There's a chance she could be this loser that she says she is, but it might be something else, all we know for sure is that we don't know what's going on." With that, she put Ashley's phone down on the table, took her own out of her pocket, and walked of the apartment. I tried to reach my phone on the table, but it was just out of reach, and I still couldn't muster enough strength to lift my ass out of my spot, no matter how hard I tried. "Don't even try." Laura came over into my view and just stared at me. As I looked into her eyes, I could see that she was having a hard time with this. She leered at me with equal parts worry and distrust. After a few tense moments she finally spoke "Is it true? Are you really not Ashley? Did she really run away?" "I told you the whole truth. I don't know why I told you all of those things but I did and they were true." Seemingly believing me for a moment, she let out an exacerbated sigh, sat down right next to me, and put her head in her hands. "So, she did leave me..." After another few awkward moments, I finally got the courage to speak "So what exactly is going on here? Who are you people? Why did I turn into a girl? What's going to happen to me? How did you find me? And why can't I move right now?" After another uncomfortable silence between us Laura finally spoke up "Well that's a lot of questions which I'm not sure all of which you need to know. Short answer is you got mixed up in something way bigger than yourself." She paused as if picking her answers carefully. "I'm guessing by now you've figured out that magic is real?" "What the fuck? You're kidding right!?" I asked astounded. Laura just gave me a look like I was a complete idiot, which to be fair was quite true particularly at that moment (and in general). "Yes, that is more than likely how you ended up looking like that. You notice how you can't get up of the couch right now?" I nodded, the entire time we'd been talking I'd been trying, to no avail, to move just an inch, but no matter how hard I tried my ass was just too heavy. "That's Liz's doing, she's using magic to make sure you don't try anything." "What am I going to do? I didn't even know that magic was still real. Hell, even with all that's happened I still don't know if I believe it!" "Yes, but even still, if you do have her body than there's a chance that you have Ashley's power as well, and she is extremely powerful. And that power is all the more dangerous if you don't have her experience." She sighed "So, the basics of it is that, Ashley and I are witches, training under Liz, whom you've just met. Recently, we've had a little disagreement on opinions about certain important subjects. So, the other day, we both woke up and realized that Ashley was missing. I thought for sure that she must've been taken, but over time Liz was able to track her, or I guess you, to here. And based on what you've told us it seems like she led us to you to throw us off her trail. "If I had to guess, I would say that she just turned you into her double. I'm not sure exactly how Liz tracked you here, but we were able to figure out the area when you used her credit cards, so she probably left them here for you to lead us away from her." She seemed really heartbroken as she told me that. Like she didn't want to admit it to herself, but finally had. "But I talked to the clerk at the hotel afterword's, and he said he saw someone that looks like me leave the morning I woke up like this." "Well, if that really was the case, then maybe she did take your body. But that still doesn't make sense. Yeah, it would throw us off the trial a lot more, but she's giving up so much, being in a body as worthless as yours. I just don't know anymore." She leaned down and put her head back in her hands. "Ok, well ow, you don't have to be that harsh." She turned and looked right into my soul, herself pity and confusion turning into straight anger. "Shut the fuck up. You were going to take the body of my best friend, someone who I will go through hell and back for, one of the two people I've been closest to for over a decade, and take her money and run off somewhere and do weird pervert things with her body. You have no right to be her, to hold the power that she does." "Hey that's not fair! I never asked for this," I tried to yell but I couldn't raise my voice above my normal speaking level and tone. "Don't lie to me, you wanted it didn't you?" Without being able to stop myself I responded "Yeah like I said before, I really like having boobs now, even if they are heavy. I've finally been able to admit to myself that I was a pretty worthless fucking loser just like you said. I may still be the same waste of a human soul inside, but at least I'm pretty now." I finished with a smile on my face, even though I really didn't feel like smiling. Laura just turned away, annoyed at me. "You had access to Ashley's phone, we're her emergency contacts, you could've called us." Her voice sounded like it could freeze flames. "I never looked through her contacts, I never even thought to do that. Besides what was I going to say? 'Hey I know this might sound weird but I'm not the girl who you think I am, I just woke up in her body.' That's ridiculous, it's been half a week and it happened to me and I'm still not sure I believe it." At this point my voice sounded like I was begging. She turned back glaring daggers right at me "You're not able to lie to me. How else did you know who I was? When I saw you at the mall, you recognized me. How would you've been able to do that if you never went through her contacts?" At this point she was already confrontational and looking for an excuse to fight, as she leaned towards me. This scared me and I immediately tried to back up, but my ass was still rooted in place on the couch "I didn't go through her contacts, I recognized you pictures from her Instagram. I mean there's a lot of them on there." At this she seemed to calm down a bit. "What do you mean her Instagram? We don't have any social media." "There's only like three apps on that phone," I pointed to Ashley's phone on the table. I tried to reach it, but I was still stuck pretty firmly in place. "If you hand it to me, I can show you." Laura eyed me, and even with my very limited social interaction skills, I could tell she didn't trust me. Though she did get up and get the phone. She looked at it with a puzzled look on her face. "This isn't her phone..." "What do you mean? It's the phone I woke up with, the phone that my new finger prints unlock. It has her bank and uber accounts on there, and I can show you her Instagram." She didn't take her eyes off the phone. "This is an iPhone; Ashley used an Android. Plus, this is way too old, we just got new phones a couple of months ago." She turned back to me, and thrusted it right towards me. "Open it," she commanded. I brought up my girly finger and unlocked the phone for her. However, to my surprise she didn't go for Instagram first. She went right to the bank app. She pushed the phone towards me again. "How'd you get in without the password?" "Same as the phone, it took my fingerprint," I replied, swiping my finger again. She went right back to investigating the phone. It felt as if she really didn't want to acknowledge me. Which to be fair made sense, I was still for all intents and purposes, to her the person who stole her best friend's body. Completely disregarding all of that I figured I could at least try and get some information from Laura, and now seemed as good a time as any. "How do you think she got all of that money, and why would she leave me with access to it?" Laura made an annoyed sigh. "We both have way more money than this. This isn't even her money, it's one of Liz's smaller rainy-day funds, I don't know why or how she has access to it. That's how we figured out the area, when you used the ATMs. As for why she left you access, probably as a distraction maybe, but I don't know for sure." "Maybe she felt bad for stealing my life? Maybe she left it as a gift to make it up to me," I tried to joke. Laura just looked right at me, if she ever had doubt that I was an idiot it was gone now. "There's a lot of things that I'm not sure of now, but there's one thing I do know. She is smart as fuck and we are both trained extremely well by one of the most powerful magical beings in existence right now. Whoever did this to you, knew we would find you. You were left as a distraction, and nothing more, that's where your involvement in all of this ends." We had another few awkward minutes of silence between us. I kept trying to get up when I thought she wasn't looking, but my efforts were futile. I looked over at Laura and she didn't seem to be looking too good. She kept mumbling to herself and shaking her head. I didn't really have friends, but even I could see that this was taking its toll on her, hard. "You never did check the Instagram," I suggested. Laura just looked at me silently but after a moment turned the phone back on, after another quick swipe of my finger, she opened the app and started going through it. "I never knew she kept these..." she muttered to herself. At this point I could see small tears starting to run down her face. At this point I felt that I should say something. I had no idea what, but it seemed like she really needed comforting right now, even if she was holding me against my will. "Are those really all of you and her?" She just nodded wordlessly, the tears coming down a bit harder now. "How though? I figured your both around my age, like mid-twenties, right? Some of these are from like 2011, I was like thirteen then, you both look the same as you do know? And who's that woman, she's the only other person in more than a few photos?" She just looked at me and shook her head, "You're really an idiot, aren't you?" Without waiting for a response (which to be fair I was like sixty to seventy percent sure that was rhetorical anyway) she continued "I told you already, we're witches and we can use magic. We met Liz a little over ten years ago now, and we've been training with her ever since. That's the woman with us," she said pointing at one of the pictures. I was still confused. "You mean the really hot chick who was just here? But how, the woman in the picture is blonde?" I've never seen someone mentally facepalm as hard as Laura did right there, it even took her a second to reboot and come to terms with my sheer level of dumbassery. "As I told you before, Liz is an extremely powerful being, and changes her form quite often. But even with all of the untold power that she has, people can still change their hair color. Like you know that's not magic right?" I had never really thought about it, but I bluffed my way through with a nod. It was at this point that the door opened itself and Liz strode back through just radiating power, I could see why Laura looked up to her so much. She came over and sat on the coffee table across from us. She turned to Laura and spoke as though I wasn't even there. "Ok, so from what I can tell it really was Ashley, and she acted on her own free will, I'm sorry." She reached out and put her hand on Laura's shoulder, as Laura just looked heartbroken at the news. "In addition, that is actually her body." "Wait, so that means that she gave up her power? Why would she do that? There are better ways to throw us off her trail." Laura looked bewildered, and then turned to look at me with an expression that was starting to turn terrified. "Then that means... Oh shit." Liz nodded solemnly "I'm afraid that's the case." At this point I kinda got the feeling that they were talking about me. "What?" "It means that you probably still have her power," Laura explained. "Wait what? You mean like I can do magic and shit, no. I mean no I don't have any magic powers." Liz just looked annoyed. "You mean to tell me that you're just that good at makeup after only a few days? And we saw you at the mall, you were able to move pretty quickly in those heels. Now maybe if you were into that before, that might help a little, but I'm gonna guess that that body is built pretty differently from your old one so you should not have that level of coordination." "I mean I just practiced a bit and watched some YouTube, it's not like I've had that much else to do..." She just shook her head. "God you're an idiot. No human being should be able to pick up that level of skill on anything really that fast. The fact is that you still have a bit of a bit of a, let's call it 'maintenance' spell left over on that body. Listen, women do not wake up in the morning and look like you. Then there's also your posture and your choice of clothing." At this point I felt like she was just being a little bitchy "What do you mean, what's wrong with the way I'm dressed? This is just like Ashley was dressed the night I met her. And what are you talking about my posture, in case you haven't noticed I got a good bit of weight up here." I snipped back grabbing my tits in both hands. "And I need to balance myself differently." Liz just scoffed. "Alright, listen up I'm only going to explain this to you once, and I don't even know why I'm giving you that, Ok. So just shut up and listen. Magic in and of itself is a very feminine force. Now your body needs magic, and one of the most plentiful sources is from when others have lustful thoughts about you. Now your body knows this, which is why subconsciously you act and dress like that, the more attention you get, the more your body feeds. Do you understand?" she asked as if she was talking to some idiot four-year-old. I tried to answer, but her command from earlier prevented me from talking. She got up and waved her hand as I found myself finally able to speak again. "Yes, I have been finding all of the attention I've been getting kinda exciting." I didn't want to say that part. "But why then was I too scared to get any skirts? I wanted to, but then I sort of chickened out. It's been like that all week. Sometimes I feel like this is really my body, but then I get scared that this is normal, and then I don't feel like it's my body. It's just really a lot and I'm getting scared." At this point I was practically crying. I really did not want to tell them all of this, but I just couldn't stop myself. At this point Laura answered, which I was glad for, because they both scared me to death, them being witches and holding me hostage and all, but at least Laura scared me a little bit less. "Your mind is still male right now, for the most part," she added that last bit under her breath. "Which means it's having trouble deciphering the signals. For example, it knows that your posture helps you gather energy, but not by how much, which is why yours is so exaggerated." I looked down at the beautiful valley of cleavage that I could call my own and realized she might be right. Also, this whole time I had still been holding my boobs. "For me and her gathering power is an autonomic function, like breathing. If you think about it, you can control it, but if you don't then your body does it on its own." At this point some of this was starting to come together, some of it. "So, men thinking I'm hot makes me stronger, and gives me more magic?" Laura nodded. "More or less, yes. It's nothing compared to sleeping with a guy, if you wanted to and knew how, you could take his whole manhood. And it's not just men either. Women on average may not have as strong of urges but they can still give you power." "I kinda did give up my manhood." I heard Liz yell 'hah' from the kitchen behind me. It made sense, I purposefully hadn't had much interaction with other people, but I thought about the guy at the grocery store. Even if I didn't want to admit it to myself, I was a little bit calmer after I was finished with him. And Kallie, I had felt awesome after we had fooled around, I felt like I was on top of the world. At the time I just attributed it to the fact that I had just gotten further than I had got in years, but maybe there was more to it. "Who the fuck is Kallie?" Liz asked as she came into view holding a glass of wine, my wine. "How do you know about Kallie, please don't hurt her she's the first girl to let me feel her up in forever!" "You've been talking about her nonstop for the past two minutes, tell us exactly what happened with her, now," Liz demanded. "She's this hot girl I met at Victoria's secret. I went in to figure out my bra size and she did the fitting. While we were doing it, she started coming on to me and feeling up my boob and it felt awesome, way better then when I just feel them up myself, which is saying something 'cause that feels pretty damn good too!" At this point from their glares, I figured that I should probably move on. "We hit it off and she even gave me her number and told me she wanted to hang out after she was done work. Which is crazy 'cause I would never be able to get a chick as hot as her when I was Jason. Plus, she said that she never did that before either! What are the chances?" "That's really bad," Liz muttered under her breath. "Yeah, you cast a spell on her," Laura filled me in. "I'm guessing you wanted her when you saw her and a witch can take what she wants. So, without even trying you cast a spell on her to make her attracted, or at least more attracted, to you. With that level of attraction, her inhibitions were lowered, so she would do anything you wanted, subconsciously or otherwise," she explained shaking her head. "So, you mean I can use magic? And use it to make ladies do stuff with me?" we were getting back to the point where all of this didn't seem so bad. "No, you can't use magic, your body can. And that's the problem." Liz got up and walked around. "Ashley is an extremely powerful witch, and you simply have no hope of controlling her magic. And that's just considering you're a man, not the fact that you're also an idiot. Right now, you're basically a walking magical WMD, and the responsible thing to do would be to put you down," she finished in a menacing tone, as she walked right towards me and sat down. I tried to back up but again my ass just weighed too much. Plus, Laura was on the other side of me giving me nowhere to go. "I mean you can teach me, can't you? Like you taught her?" I pleaded. "I could, but it took me over ten years to get her to that state, and she was a very quick study, which I don't think you are. More importantly, I just really don't think you're worth the time or effort. But don't worry there's no way I'm letting all of that power go to waste." As she reached out a perfectly manicured hand towards me, I felt a fear unlike I had ever before. It was then that she did the very last thing I ever expected in my life. She grabbed my tit and started massaging it, and that fear turned right into pleasure. I liked feeling my own boobs, I loved it when Kallie felt me up, but this, this was something else entirely. It was like I was about to orgasm but then it just kept going and going. It felt like it was never going to stop, I never wanted it to stop. I literally saw parts of my life flash before my eyes. All that time I wasted in high school never achieving anything. It's not even like I made good use of that time, hanging out with friends or doing drugs. But it was weird like there were other memories there too. I never had close friends in high school but at least I wasn't a loser. I'm pretty sure my body made up for it but at least that made up for everything else. I was even a cheerleader. Liz then brought her face up towards mine and gave me a deep kiss. I didn't know anything about magic, but this couldn't be natural, the pure euphoria that I felt. After high school I worked a retail job, for a few years then moved out on my own when I got a slightly better job at the DMV. That at least was the same, but at least I had friends at work. I don't know if I would trust my life with them but we were close, considering we spent eight hours a day together. It was my life but it wasn't but it was. Nothing made sense, it was a nicer life, that was much was obvious, but was it mine? I felt her tongue meet with mine and even my tongue exploded with pleasure. The room around me started to get blurry and I could feel something being sucked out of me. I figured that something bad was happening, that my life may be at risk, but I didn't care, I just wanted more. If I was going to go, I could at least go out like this. The room kept spinning and spinning, and I kept getting weaker and weaker, with each squeeze of my tit. Until eventually, blackness. *********************************************************************** I woke up to my alarm, same as always. I didn't want to get up cozy as I was in my bed, but the annoyingness of the alarm eventually overrode my comfiness levels and begrudgingly pushed myself out of bed. I brushed my hair out of my face, I really liked it and I think it looks pretty, but it's a pain in the ass to take care of. And it's not like I wouldn't look cute with short hair, Kari pulls it off just fine, and I'm way hotter than her. I went out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I opened my phone to check my voicemail, but there was something weird going on. It was Monday, and last thing I remember, it was Wednesday and Liz was here, with Laura doing something, it was coming back to me slow. They were looking for their friend, Ashley who was missing, whom I'd met a few nights before. Someone who'd taken my life. That was it! I remembered it all, but what had happened to those missing days. I noticed I had a voicemail from my boss Mr. James from last night. Deciding that that was what was important right now I gave it a listen. "Hey Ashley, just checking in to make sure everything is all right with you. I know losing someone close to you can be hard. If you have any trouble at work tomorrow you can just let me know alright, I'm here for you. Ok, can't wait to see you tomorrow!" My boss knew me as Ashley, because that was my name. I looked around my apartment and saw lots of picture, of me, of Ashley. I remembered Jason, I remembered that up till last week I was him, but I also didn't like him that much. I took out my phone and opened the bank app, and saw that it was of my old branch, Jason's branch not Ashley's. When I opened it with the same password I always did, I was heartbroken to see that the one hundred thousand dollars that had been in there had been divided down by about a hundred. But at least it was more than Jason. I looked down at my two boobs and cupped them. Throughout the past week, I remember getting more and more used to them, but they were always noticeable, and never really felt like me. Now though, they felt like the boobs I always had. Yeah, they were there, but they were always there, and it was hard to imagine what it felt like without them. They were big and heavy, but they were mine and had gotten me out of a lot of bad spots. Even grew them myself. I walked back into the bedroom and looked over at my makeshift makeup desk. The face that looked back at me was the pretty face that felt normal, and I had to really concentrate on what Jason's face looked like, even then I couldn't get a good picture of it. I knew that I had to get ready for work, I knew that would take a lot longer now. But I felt fine, like this was my normal, even if it was technically new. When I had woken up in that hotel room a week ago, I wanted nothing more than to get back to my normal life, and now I had that. Sure, I wasn't Jason anymore, but that was honestly an improvement. So, I figured fuck it, as I went into the bathroom to take a shower, might as well take what I can get!