"Mmmhh...uuhh..."
I heard a girl softly moan. Gravity's weight was all up my back. I was lying down? What?
I felt that kind of gnawing, hungry ache from your groin. Right... masturbating. Was I on the floor? Did I pass out?
My vision was hazy, but a ceiling came into focus. My legs felt like they were suspended--
Something wet ran up my scrotum.
I jerked my head up and saw a person with their head buried in my crotch, holding my legs open spread eagle.
"AHH!! AHHHH!!"
I screeched and pulled myself away, flailing my legs to kick whoever this was.
My heel pounded their forehead followed by the bridge of their nose, knocking them backwards. They clutched
their face and grunted loudly in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!!"
It was a guy. Some guy at school who hung around the band room a lot. Figured he was some metalhead.
I screamed, though it came out very shrill. "GET OUT!!!"
"Wha-"
"GET OUT YOU FUCK!!"
He hurriedly got up, letting out an angry breath. His nose seemed to be getting a bit purple.
He wiped at his mouth and collected a bag from the floor--
This wasn't my room. It just hit me.
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch". He slammed the door loudly behind him, making me jump.
Not my room. Not my room.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, eyes darting all around the place. Where was I? What the fuck was going on?
Another door slammed.
"What..."
...My voice?
Panic was rising, and my breaths started coming out sharp, but they sounded high and airy.
Amidst taking stock of the foreign room, my gaze came back towards my lower half where I'd been getting
violated only a few dozen seconds before. For some reason I couldn't feel my balls against the surface beneath me.
I tentatively put a hand down there...
Nothing. It was like I slipped my hand under my armpit.
Both hands. Patted around the very top of the upper thighs, and tucked them under towards my butt. Nothing.
Breaths were now gasps, I brought my full attention to between my legs.
Those weren't boxers. They were a thin faded purple pair of panties, wetly stained.
I pulled them up.
No penis. Just the beginning of a groove in the flesh, slick with some fluids.
I let out a weak distraught sound, a pit growing in my stomach. I pawed at my crotch a few times to confirm again
and again; I didn't have a penis.
This was a vagina.
"thefuckthefuckthefuck" I hissed, but again higher than I should have. I sounded like a girl.
An idea slowly drifted to the surface of my thoughts: this wasn't my room, I had a vagina and sounded like a girl.
This shit was only in movies...
I'd switched bodies? With a girl?
Feeling lightheaded, I felt like I was going to be sick. I shifted my legs over the left side of what I just now realized
was a bed, and held my head in my hands. I slowed my breathing, trying to get calm. After a few seconds my head
felt better but I still felt like I could vomit.
The floor was hardwood, dark red. The bottom drawer of a dresser. Black socks on my feet. My legs looked tanned,
smooth too. As I breathed, my chest moved more than it should--
Breasts.
Girls had those. If I was one now, then those had to be the swells at my chest in the dark t-shirt I was wearing.
I stared at them. They gently moved with my breathing. I slowly brought my hands up...
I felt the sensation of skin being gently pressed in, but I shouldn't have been able to touch my chest yet.
I made a defeated sound and quickly stopped touching. My chest never had any kind of fat so...
I had breasts. I was a girl.
My hands. They looked tanned too, as did the my arms, and my nails were no longer worn down from biting.
"Nuuhh..." I didn't know how to react. This couldn't be real.
I stood up. My chest shifted slightly. My legs felt weak. Looking around the room I saw a desk against the wall
across from the foot of the bed. The chair accompanying it had a backpack in the seat. Left of the desk was a basket,
a laundry hamper maybe, behind where the door would open. Beside me was the dresser I'd seen a minute ago,
with not much room between the bed and it. Before the door was a bookshelf. On the other side of the bed was a
small bedside table and a floor lamp, illuminating the place. On that wall was a window to outside, curtains drawn.
The whole room was actually quite small.
I began to sidle my way to the door, keeping a hand on the dresser as my legs still felt weak. I winced as I felt
the insides of my upper thighs graze each other. Ever so quietly I opened the door a crack and peeked outside.
More hardwood floor, a very short hallway that lead to a...living room maybe? Giving myself more space to look
through, it looked to be a larger, rectangular room, with at least a work desk with a laptop and some documents
at the edge of another hallway, unlit, across from this one.
I tentatively began to exit. Right across from me was another door, with the light off inside. Glancing left there was just a wall.
I reached and pushed the door open. In the darkness I saw what looked to be a bathroom sink. Pawing on the wall just
around the door frame I found a switch and flipped it, illuminating the space.
I fully made my way into the room. I took note of what appeared to be much makeup spread across the vanity, but
all my attention immediately went to the... girl I saw in the mirror.
The girl.
In the mirror.
The reflection of me.
My reflection was a girl.
I was a girl.
"Ah..." It came out with a light voice.
Her arms were slowly rising to her face, just as mine were.
Her skin was lightly tanned. Hair a burnt orange color, short in a pixie cut. Small glitters dotted her cheeks, makeup maybe.
Wearing a black cotton t-shirt with what looked like a band logo. Breasts; not big, but of noticeable size. Bare thighs peeked
from the hem of the shirt.
"...Oh my god..!" I whimpered. I brought my hands to my mouth and repeated the words over and over until I merely whispered.
My hands eventually slide up and ran through my now orange hair. Clutching it, I stared into the mirror wide-eyed.
I moved in closer to get a better look, as if I could perhaps find something that would indicate this was some kind of trick, but
was taken aback by just how close doing that brought me to a girl's face.
I brought my hands down and looked at my arms, my feet, legs and the swell of chest I now had. I leaned on the vanity and
shut my eyes, slowing my breathing.
This is all just... a dream.
I took a towel hanging nearby and wrapped it around my waist, wanting to feel less...naked. Glancing back into the mirror,
looking at her face I vaguely recalled seeing this girl in the halls once or twice at school. Couldn't place a name.
I moved back into what I assumed was her room. On the floor at the foot of the bed I saw a crumpled pair of jeans. Realizing
they must be hers, I was reminded of what I awoke to, with that guy... and shivered in disgust as I concluded what he'd been
doing... to... me.
I kicked the pants away and sat on the edge of the bed. Sitting...my butt felt weird. I cradled my head in my hands, feeling the new
length of my nails gently on my forehead. I just sat there for minutes, trying to stay calm and telling myself this just had to be
some kind of crazy dream.
A squeaky yelp nearly made me jump out of my skin (if only). Some kind of jingly tune had pierced the silence and caused me
to vocalize my surpise, all girly-sounding. My nerves were shot. The tune came from behind, on the bedside table, from a phone.
Her phone, I presumed. Still holding the towel around my legs, I swung them around to the side of the bed and shifted over to
collect the device.
Only numbers, so maybe not a contact of hers. It took me a second, but looking at the number I realized...
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