Alex awoke with a start, shooting upright. His chest felt tight, his vision blurry, and his limbs tingled. His breaths came quick and shallow. He shook his head and blinked his eyes. His vision improved, but everything beyond his bed was a complete blur. His heart hammered in his chest, and he brought his hand up to steady himself.
Alex's hand touched soft, extra skin. He wasn't the most in shape person, but he didn't have... His eyes snapped down to his body. He cupped most of a small, perky breast—a breast attached to his body—with a tiny feminine hand. He panicked. He let go of his chest, and stared at the ceiling. He must have been seeing things.
As Alex's breathing steadied, his curiosity got the better of him. Slowly, he shifted to the edge of the bed and stood. He padded over to the closet and opened the door, revealing the mirror attached to the other side. He couldn't bring himself to look. If things were as they seemed, and it wasn't a dream, he was in serious trouble.
Alex willed himself to look. A short, athletic, redheaded woman stared back at him. His green eyes went wide as he took in the view of her naked body. His legs buckled, and the woman in the mirror nearly collapsed to the floor. His heart beat out of control, and he felt dizzy. He backed away from the mirror and collapsed onto his bed.
Alex closed his eyes, and his head spun. Was that woman really him? It certainly seemed the case; he could feel and see it. But how was that even possible? He was a man. A thought came to him: Rose would be back later. What was he going to say when she came home? Somehow, he didn't think, 'Oh, by the way, I'm woman now' would be acceptable.
Suddenly, Alex's mind was completely focused on Rose. What would she say? Would she...like him like this? He felt a weird sensation radiate from between his legs. He tried to ignore it, but the harder he tried, the more he thought about Rose and her crawling on top of him, naked. His right hand instinctively traveled up his body to his chest.
Alex gently groped his newly formed breast. He let out a surprisingly feminine noise; it was very sensitive. He squeezed it harder, his thumb teasing his nipple. The sensation between his legs grew hot, and he moaned softly. He let all of his worries and reservations go. If it was going to feel this good, he was going to take the opportunity.
Alex arched his back as he tweaked his sensitive nipple. Another moan escaped his lips, and he felt the urge to explore the heat growing between his legs. He ran his left hand slowly down his toned stomach until his fingertips touched dampness. He shuddered in anticipation. Slowly, his fingers dipped into his new womanhood.
Alex gasped and moaned. His back arched as he squeezed his breast and ran his fingers tenderly along his wet slit. A tingling sensation began to spread from his pussy as he teased himself. He rubbed faster, stroking his clit as his fingers came up to it. He moaned louder and curled his fingers, prodding the entrance of his expectant womanhood.
"Want some help?" A familiar sultry voice called from the doorway.
Alex froze, his fingers still in the folds of his womanhood, his hand still squeezed his breast. Slowly, his eyes shifted to the side "R-Rose?!" he exclaimed in panic, trying to cover his naked, womanly body with no success. "It's—I don't—"
Rose was tall for a woman; she had nearly looked Alex eye-to-eye in his male body. Now, she looked so much bigger. A light, nearly see through, gown covered her shapely, fair-skinned body, her ample breasts protruding proudly. Her face was framed by long, black hair, and her smoldering sky-blue eyes stared right into Alex.
"It's all right," Rose said, pushing her hip off the doorframe. Her hips swayed from side to side as she strut across the room. "I know exactly what's going on here."
"Y-you do?" Alex asked meekly. He felt his rigid posture relax; he was captivated by Rose's sensual body
Rose put one knee on the bed beside Alex and leaned down close. "Of course." She bent to his ear. "I'm the one who asked Lyra to do it to you."
Alex's heart stopped. "You mean that witch friend of yours?" He couldn't believe that Lyra could do something like this. "Wait, YOU did this?!" He shied away from Rose.
"Awww, you don't have to be embarrassed, Alex," Rose cooed, tracing a finger down from his collar bone, over his breast and to his bellybutton. "I know all about that poor thing you cheated on me with."
"But I didn't—"
Rose pressed a finger to Alex's lips. "Shhh, shhh, shhh. I told you I know already; there's no use denying it."
"Have Lyra turn me back right now," Alex demanded, but his trembling voice didn't sound convincing.
"Now, why would I do that?" Rose asked, her fingers dipping lower on Alex's body. He shivered at her feathery touch. "You haven't been punished yet."
"Isn't this," Alex gestured to his new naked female form, "punishment enough."
Rose unexpectedly withdrew her hand. Alex flashed with embarrassment—he wished she continued. "I don't know," her gaze traveled agonizingly slow up and down his naked body, "Lyra gave you quite a sensual body; you should be thanking her. I'm sure you'll be attracting all the guys' attention now."
"Rose..." Alex pleaded, reaching up toward her. She grabbed his wrist, tossed his arm to the side and leaned in close to his face.
"I was going to find some well-hung stud and have him fuck you as punishment to show you how worthless you were," Rose whispered as she brushed Alex's check gently with the back of her fingers. "But I decided I wanted to see your face when you came as a woman for the first time."
Alex shivered at the thought of having a cock inside him. He quickly shook his head and stared at Rose as defiantly as he could manage. "All right, all right. Rose, stop it. I get the message; I'm sorry. I truly am. I won't do anything stupid like that again."
"Oh," Rose breathed, her smoldering eyes locked on his. "I know you won't. I'll make sure of that." Her grin grew wider, mischievous.
Alex's heart beat faster, wilder. "What do you—mmm!"
Rose pressed her lips against Alex's, and he let out a muffled cry. Her lips felt warm and silky, and they tasted sweet. He tried to wiggle free from her, but she was so powerful now. Her hand found its way back to below his bellybutton, and her fingertips lightly dance just out of reach of his tingling womanhood.
Pulling back from her kiss, Rose smiled at Alex. "Do you want me to help you?" She tapped her fingers on his sensitive skin.
Alex opened his mouth to say yes, but only a pitiful squeak came out. Rose let out a throaty chuckle. "I didn't think you'd react like this, but," her fingers finally slid down between his legs, "it's exactly what I wanted."