All characters are 18 and over. Please leave any and all critiques you can, this is my first published work so i know my writing needs work. Thank you and enjoy!
I woke up in my bed but instantly I could tell something was wrong. It was a feeling over my whole body, nothing felt normal or what i was used to. I lay there in disbelief until whatever was covering my face caused me to sneeze. I sprang up in shock. My hands were different. It's strange to be used to the way your hands look your whole life and then one day wake up and have them be different. I discovered the thing on my face was hair. It was a beautiful golden blonde and it was connected to my head. That led me to gaze down, in suspension, to see two large breasts poking out the shirt I had worn to bed last night. My body has changed... And I was now inside the body of a woman.
It took two days to sort myself out. To get used to my body, to even get the courage to go outside. My new female body was fucking perfect. Nubile and soft, slightly toned in all the right places. I don't think I had ever seen anyone who looked this good in real life prior to waking up in this body. It filled me with such fear the first day. Worried I was on drugs, or the government was gonna burst through the door. My work was not happy being told I was too sick to come in over text either.
I had a repulsion to look at this new body. I couldn't describe it but it felt like I was invading someone else's privacy taking a single peek. I put on heavy clothes and didn't shower. I felt gross in so many ways. I just wallowed in bed distracting myself. I fell asleep after hours of research on my phone, YouTube videos about girls and their lives that I would never have even considered even if I had a sister who was a twin. I fell asleep early, my worried state was exhausting.
When I woke up and still didn't smell bad after a day of being a gross pig, something that would have made me repulsive in my male body, I figured I should shower. Maybe see what the hell is happening out in the world. I had calmed down about my body but when I was finally standing naked in front of my full body mirror a mixture of emotions flooded my mind. The strangeness from before was still there, however more muted from before. The lust I felt however was palpable. I was fucking beautiful. Perfect flawless skin was wrapped tightly over toned muscle. My stomach had the hint of abs and beautiful hips that accentuated my womanly figure.
I was tall, surprisingly slightly taller than my manlet height before, I was two or three inches higher than my 5'7" male body. All of it went perfectly to long lithe legs and a perfectly proportioned torso. Arms are never something you think about as sexy but the delicacy of them made them look like they were carved by a master sculpture. My hands were perfectly manicured and soft, matching my cute little feet all the way at the bottom of my long beautiful legs.
Slender neck led to my sharp jawline with my elven-like face. I looked refined and regal, truly stunningly beautiful with a symmetrical face and sharp features. There was though the smallest touch of resting bitch face, it was almost like this body knew how beautiful it was and it looked back on the world in disdain.
The breasts that were on my chest followed suit. Perfect globes of supple flesh that perched upon my chest. Small but sensitive nipples jutted outwards, I had never seen such perfectly shaped breasts. In my real life or online. When I turned my plump but also toned ass bubbled out. I was thick but not fat at all. It was strange, almost unnatural how perfect everything went together. On any other body the butt would have been too big and slightly awkward, or the breasts would have been too big for the frame. But everything went together like a perfectly blended painting, like a Michelin star meal. I was a succubus in everything but evil powers.
I got into the shower for a relaxing soak. I spent 45 minutes letting my body destress in the hot water. I still felt so guilty touching this body, running my hands over it as I washed myself. My hands glanced over the sensitive parts of my body, which was unfortunately a very large part of me. It left me frustrated, not in a cute female way however, it made me progressively angrier that this was happening to me. I wasn't blessed as a man but I was actually happy in myself.
I may not be tall as previously stated but I was decently in shape, had a decent job I liked and overall my life was pretty enjoyable. It was something I had worked hard at, working hard in my education, my social life, even my love life. I may be single right now but that was not a constant in my life. I was unrecognizable... I looked like a girl who would have never given me the time of day. I knew on the surface of my brain that having a subconscious dislike for hot girls was irrational, I had friends who were girls, had dated attractive girls, my sister was nice and so was my mother. I liked women and didn't hate them at all, I had the utmost respect. But deep down, in the animal male part of my brain the anger towards girls who were forever out of my league was inescapable. To become what I actively disliked was not something I had ever considered happening in my life.
That anger stewed over for the rest of the day as I did more research. Learning about vaginas and makeup was exhausting and the information was inexhaustible. I stayed in bed, finally eating the few things I had left in my fridge. I was gonna have to leave the sanctuary of my apartment soon. I wasn't even sure I had clothes appropriate to wear out. So I went back to bed on that second night determined to leave the next day.
After showering quickly I got into my most appropriate clothing. A big jumper with as tight a tshirt I could find underneath. I might have been able to make a wrap for my breasts but I couldn't manage it myself with what I had in my possession, though I wasn't even sure I could do it without someone helping me my first time. I wore long shorts and long socks with my much too large sliders on my feet. I took my phone, wallet and keys.
I lived in New York, not Manhattan or anything, just north in an apartment in the Bronx. I work for a firm in the city and make good money. Something I worked so hard for, possibly gone forever. What if this is permanent. How can I get any ID to move on with my life? Any history of education or work to get a good job? How am I going to live? Are my family gone forever or could I convince them I'm me?
As you can probably tell I was in a poor mood as I headed toward a shopping centre nearby. I had clothes I needed to buy just so that I could function. I was a few hours into shopping, dropping several bags off into my car and then heading back out to get more things. I had bags of clothes that were plain but were comfortable for my body. I was finally dressed in appropriate underwear, a comfortable top and sweater, with cute little white shoes. I was a basic looking bitch, but I still noticed uncountable stares my way.
I had researched how to wash long hair and had tried my best whilst showering before leaving. My golden blonde hair looked incredible, flowy and wavy. It looked so good and made me self conscious that I was going to ruin it. But it looked as perfect as when I woke up two days ago.
I was browsing through some toiletries I needed to buy when something that has never happened to me occurred. Someone came up to me to chat. Not to ask for help because I was the closest random person. No, they b-lined for me, I spotted them before they got to me.
"Hello there beautiful, I saw you across the way and was wondering what your name was?"
He was relatively good looking, but not anywhere close to the same league as what this body would demand. He dressed "cool" I guess but he looked like he was wearing a costume to pick girls up with. His smile was faltering as he watched me run my eyes over him, a face of utter confusion on my face.
"What? What do you want?"
I'm gonna be honest, I was stumped by him asking my name. I wasn't stupid to not know this guy was hitting on me, I just got stumped by him wanting my name so I didn't tell him to fuck off immediately. I guess he took that as me being flustered and he pressed on.
"Well I just saw you and you look so beautiful, I couldn't help but want to get to know you."
This guy was annoying me, I was shopping and had so much more to worry about than some random guy. I picked up the thing I was looking for and decided to end our interaction.
"Look mate, I have a cock and unless you are gay please stop talking to me."
Clearly he didn't expect that as his face shrivelled but I was already walking away to pay for my things. I felt a weird mixture of revulsion. I knew what I looked like and was surprised he would ever think he could get with a girl that looks like this. I felt disgusted at myself for feeling that exact thought. I was also disgusted because he was much older, in his thirties at least. As a man in my original body I had been 28 coming up on 29 but this body looked much younger, I looked like a 20 year old college girl. I knew that girls that age dated older men but it still never sat right with me. I never considered that it would go from being something I ignored out of irritation to directly affecting my life, certainly not this way around.
I dropped my bags off in my car and decided to head for a few last bits of clothing before heading home. I had food to buy too but I could just go to my local place on my way past.
I headed into a skimpy lingerie shop that had scantily clad mannequins to greet you at the door. I had been to places like this in the past but only with girlfriends. With them I had never looked at the underwear with any idea of what looked good. I was there to tell my girlfriends at the time that yes that looks good and that's all. The idea of buying sexy clothes that would decorate a beautiful body was thrilling but I came to a stump in my plan... I had no idea what actually looked good. I had always gone along with my girlfriend or whatever, never saying this is what I want so I don't think I had ever considered what I thought was sexy in and of itself. I never had pushed or tried to control past partners in that way, or in any way. It gave me a lot of thought about who I was.
