There's lots of great games in the computer that would be fun, so you wave your hand toward the folders. They start opening in cascading piles, slowly then spilling like a deck of cards. Trying to stop and push them back doesn't work, and you start waving both hands and yelling "Stop!" That seems to work, for a moment.
The display starts to zoom into the stack under your hands. Yellow file icons swirl up and past you, making you feel like your falling into a whirlpool. Waving your arms again, more out of fear, suddenly one folder flies at you and then folds open. Next black icons of individual files jump out of it and swirl up sending you down the drain again.
Instinctively you swat and try to grab them until your hand lands on one, or maybe lands in one because blackness engulfs you for a few seconds until a thumbnail floats up. You recognize it as one of the porn comics you downloaded from patreon or deviant art or somewhere, but that's all you can tell before it instantly over-grows you and the screen goes black once more. Gradually, three-D letters fade up.
"Loading . . . ."
Your mind almost goes to sleep as you wait and wait and wait. You almost miss the word fading out if not for an electric tingle that runs through your body. Gradually a room appears a bit out of focus and cartoonish. You blink a few times until you find yourself standing looking at a wall, a real wall with an abstract picture and door leading to a hallway. As your head swivels, you see the room is quite large with a dresser and a king bed plus two more doorways, to a bathroom and walk-in closet. Beyond the bed are glass French doors leading onto a balcony overlooking a city.
The first step you take has the shirt you're wearing flutter open causing your eyes to look down. It's not a shirt but a sheer robe, and there's something hiding your feet. Below are tanned legs and feet tipped with blood red nails. Closer to your face is a black silk bra holding up your bountiful bust.
Bust? Bra? Painted toenails? You hold out your hands with slender fingers, nails painted to match.
"I, I, I'm a girl," purrs from your mouth in a husky, sensual song.
Shock passes quickly as you wonder what girl you are and what you look like. Your hands have already cupped your chest to caress it. Warmth flushes you, and hard nubs rise into your palms.
"Holy, shit!"
Your fingers slide over your abs and onto your hips then the full cheeks behind. The skin is so smooth. The black panties are silk from the slippery feel as you move. As you lean to look down, hair tumbles into view hanging just below your breasts. It's a brownish-blonde and feels so soft when you reach up to pull it back.
"Man, I gotta see this babe."
You turn towards the bathroom but then see a full length mirror on the side of the closet wall. You steps are quick, and the robe flows as your chest swings teasingly. The silk panties glide like soft caresses.
The closet is huge, like a whole other room. When you turn to the mirror you freeze at what you see. The sexiest honey ever, and it's you! You confirm moving your hands and body to watch it mimic and feeling the robe and hair and your hands against your skin.
You are so mesmerized by your own actions that you don't see until it's too late ...
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