Jamie's phone alarm went off, sending a shock through his body. He groaned as he felt the slightest twinge of a hangover. It wasn't as bad as he expected it to be considering how much beer he drank at the party the night before. He hadn't wanted to go but Blake dragged him along as usual. I really need to work on my impulse control, he thought. Thank god I don't have training today.
Jamie was the running back for the college team. He wasn't as obsessed with fitness as some of his teammates but he was no slouch either. When it came time to hit the gym or run drills he was ready to go with even the most intense guys on the team. Girls had always admired his body despite the fact that he would've liked to be known for his personality. There was no stopping college cheerleaders though.
He got out of bed with surprising ease. He'd expected to be feeling sluggish but a wave of refreshment washed over his body. Weird, he thought as he stretched. His wardrobe was somehow bigger than ever. Normally the top of it was just an inch or two above his head, but it looked as if it had grown a whole foot overnight. As he looked around his room everything seemed a lot bigger than before.
Jamie brought a hand up to his face to scratch himself under his eye and noticed something strange about his hand. His fingers were a lot more slender and delicate. He looked at both hands in horror. What is going on? his mind was screaming. He ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Looking back at him was a petite young woman.
"What the fuck!!" The voice that came from his mouth felt different and sounded a lot higher. Jamie poked and prodded his face while he looked at his reflection. The nose was a smaller version but still the same shape. And his eyes were still the same blue as before, but somehow sparkled just a little bit more. Everything else was different. His lips were plumper and his cheeks were more round.
With both hands on the sides of the basin, Jamie hung his head in despair. Was he going mad, this seemed beyond the reach of his imagination. Oh no, he thought as he looked down to see the swell of some firm breasts and a flat stomach, no no no. His eyes widened as he let his boxers slide down. There it was, or at least there it wasn't. His stomach ended in the absence of a cock. Everything tipped upside down. He wasn't a guy who let his dick do the thinking but he was attached to it, literally and figuratively. But it was as if all he had ever known had been torn away from him. For the briefest of moments he questioned reality. Were all his memories real? Was he actually Jamie? Taking a deep breath, he centred himself.
Looking back to the mirror, he decided that this was something he had to accept until he figured out what to do. First he had to assess the situation. Jamie stood on his toes so that he could see all of his new body. His breasts were bigger than his pecs had been. With both hands he gave them a squeeze. It wasn't the first time Jamie had felt boobs before, but these were so soft. He felt his face flush as he got a little more bold and pushed to see how much he could go with them. His eyes widened as his nipples stiffened. He circled one areola with a thumb and his body let out a shiver. Softly he pinched his nipple and let out a soft moan.
Electricity shot through his body. Is this what girls feel? It was so much more widespread than what he usually felt. Normally it was centred in his cock. Sometimes his lips felt sensitive, but nothing like the warmth that was overcoming him now. He slid his hands down over his flat stomach and was amazed at how soft it was. Not at all like his previously hard abs. His stomach was so smooth and much more sensitive. As he rubbed it, he felt a tingling between his legs. Jamie's breathing became shallow and he saw his cheeks flush red.
With a whimper, he tentatively stroked the top of his mound. The tingling intensified to a burning throb. What am I doing, Jamie thought to himself. He should have been thinking of a solution, but nothing was stopping him from exploring his new body to the fullest extent. From his chest down to his thighs, the whole experience felt so sensual.
His finger grazed the top of his slit and another shock ran through his body. He was so sensitive down there that Jamie wondered how girls coped with it. Lower down he spread the lips of his pussy to find them slick with juices. He got some on his finger and held it up in front of his eyes. He pressed his finger and thumb together and watched as the strands of juice stuck to each other. With some curiosity he brought his finger to his lips and poked out his tongue. The tangy sweetness was interesting and he sucked the rest off his finger. He was surprised at how tasty it was and went back for another helping.
This time he slid his finger up the slit and felt another bolt run through him. Jesus, he thought as another girly moan escaped his lips. Maybe it was time to explore just how good it could feel down there. A nervous thought crossed his mind. He was getting carried away. I can't just ignore what's happening to me, he thought. But then again this might be the only opportunity he would get to experience this.
Rubbing his finger down the slit again, he curled it up to get a feel of the opening. It was tight. Tighter than any girl he'd ever been with but then again this was a brand new pussy as far as he knew. He slowly started to slide his finger inside, gasping as he did so. It didn't feel as good as when he rubbed the clit, but it didn't feel bad either.
Giving it time, he rubbed his clit with his thumb. That tingling warmth throbbed again and he felt his cheeks grow hot. While he rubbed, his finger went inside bit by bit until he was fully up to his knuckle. Damn this feels good, he thought and started to finger himself more. His soft moans became louder and his breathing sped up.
As he fingered himself, the pussy started making slick squelching sounds. He hadn't realised but there was so much wetness leaking from it. Somehow this made him even hornier than before and he felt a new throb of pleasure. Jamie felt a wave building deep inside his body. His free hand went to his clit and started strumming quickly. He wanted to catch that wave and ride it to whatever pleasure was waiting.
His breath caught as he found what he was searching for. The burning pleasure ran through his entire body and he squealed with pleasure. His hips bucked against his finger and his face flushed hot. As the throb subsided, Jamie sank to his knees breathing heavy. His brain was blank and he just stared at the cupboard under the sink. That was more intense than any orgasm he had ever felt before. Was giving that up going to be harder than he thought? "No I have to get my body back," he told himself. He just didn't sound convincing.
***
Jamie stood in front of Blake's dorm room door. He had managed to slip into the building when some girls he recognised were coming out. Of course they didn't recognise him in his new body but they still held the door open for him.
He must have looked odd. The only clothes that wouldn't slip completely off his body were some loose fitting sweats. That said they still looked ridiculously baggy on him, like the rap music videos he used to watch as a kid.
Taking a deep breath, Jamie knocked on Blake's door. He was unsure of how his friend would react. He hadn't come up with a plan for how to approach this. Would Blake be easily convinced that this girl was in fact his friend Jamie? The door opened and suddenly Jamie was intimidated.
In his old body, Jamie stood eye to eye with Blake. In this one he barely came up to his chest. He'd never realised how tall his friend was, but damn he was big. Blake was wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and judging the bulge in them, he had just woken up. A thought of wondering what Blake's cock looked like flashed through his mind. It happened so quick that Jamie was unsure if he had even thought it. That newly familiar throb between his thighs confirmed that he had.
"Uh can I help you?" Blake asked. He made no effort to cover up upon seeing a strange girl at his door. In fact he tried to act suave, but Jamie knew he couldn't pull it off.
"Dude, it's me," Jamie said, trying to push his way into Blake's room. For the briefest of moments his mind had thought he was in his old body.
Blake put a hand up to stop him from getting into the room. "As much as I'd like a hot chick like you coming in, I'm gonna have to stop you until you tell me who you are." The look on his face said that he was dead serious.
"It's me, Jamie." Blake's reaction was far from the freakout that Jamie had earlier. In fact he barely looked surprised.
"Oh shit man, I didn't think that crazy chick was being serious. You better get in here." Blake closed the door as Jamie sat on the bed.
"What crazy chick? What are you talking about?"
"You remember whats-her-name, um, Dana. That goth girl you rejected last week?" Blake said trying to remember her name through the haze of his own minor hangover. He was pacing back and forth.
"Rejected is a bit harsh," Jamie cut in.
"Well I heard some dude say something about her putting a hex on you. Honestly I thought it was just drunk talk. I guess this is what happened."
"Then how do I fix it?"
"How the fuck should I know. You're gonna have to ask her yourself." Blake sat down on the bed. Jamie knew when his friend felt helpless and that he was trying to help.
"Yeah I know. I guess we'll figure something out." Jamie noticed that Blake was looking at him. "What?"
"Well I was just thinking. What's it like having a girl's body?"