As Peter regained his vision, he notcied something very strange. He looked up towards his now raised hands and notcied his skin had almost changed colour. As he's sight cleared, they were indeed no longer the pale, caucasian hands he once possessed but a light shade of brown. There was something else too. The fingers were more sleak and femenine, with purple nails, a bracelet on one arm and a ring on the other hand. Peter sparked into life at this discovery. He sats straight up but before he could look around the mid-summer square center he now sat in, long brown hair came down to cover his face. 'Huh, what is all this'? Peter thought, spitting some out of his mouth. He's hands grabbed the hair and followed it down it's full lengh. Along looking and feeling down, Peter discovered that he was now wearing a purple jumper, which seemed to be all funny on the chest. Upon trying to adjust it, he was startled to feel something underneath it, almost like it was attached to him.
"What the fuck!?" Peter proclaimed loudley. However, his hands were now in the way of his mouth, for the voice he had just heard was certainly not his, or even one of the male gender. "Wha...whats going on?". He whimpered nervously. Bringing his hands down to examine his chest again, whatever was underneath felt very full and round, almost like...breasts! This was all getting very strange for Peter. As he looked down further, he notcied he was now wearing a black skirt of about calf lengh, with grey stockings covering a pair of sleek and sexy legs, dorned with long, black boots on the bottom. Certainly very out of place for a 15 year old boy. Peter slowly moved his hand down the skirt and could not feel a throbing penis or balls. Instead, the space seemed almost empty but then suddenly tingled with imense feeling, forcing Peter to withdraw his hand immeadiatly.
Peter got to his feet quickly, trying to find some form of identity. 'Whats happened to me'? He kept thinking in his head. He found a womans handbag on the floor and made a frantic dash for it, skimming through his contents untill he at last found a mirror. Upon pulling it out however, he soon dropped it in amazment. After a brief lapse of shock, he picked it up again and once again saw his face. However, this face was most certainly not his. It looked like the face of the young asian wife and friend of the family Amira. Peter brung his hand up to his cheek and felt it's soft touch. The reflection did the same. This face was now Peters, along with the whole of Amiras body. Peter was now in control of Amiras body!
"What the fuck is going on here?" Peter said to himself with his new femenine voice. "All I remember is blacking out...if that makes sense...and now I'm a girl...What!?!". He's confusion echoed through his mind as he placed the mirror and bag to the floor. He looked down at this new body. However, other emotions were arising amongst the confusion and fear. Intrigue and indeed lust were building withing Peter. He was already in this mood back at the Vic and this experience could be just the kind of adventure and ineed, sexual relief, Peter was craving. He's shocked expression turned into a cheeky grin as he's hands began to observe the body in a more probeing manor. "Hmm, maybe this isn't as bad as I first thought". Peter told himself in a cocky tone. "Besides, I could imagine their being many advantages to being a sexy asian woman, as long as I can get out again of course". Peter cupped his breasts at this, briefly making sure no one could see him.
This new lust and desire for using the attractive Amiras body was growing as excitment in Peters body, sparking off many ideas. What should he do now?
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