Nothing about Sam's body felt right as he woke up. It felt like someone had stuffed him in an overly large fatsuit and left him to sweat on the street.
Sam clambered to his feet sluggishly, his arms and legs seconds behind his mind. Something on his chest jiggled incessantly.
Oh, man, what did that guy do to me?
He ran a hand through his hair only to come up with a lot more than he was expecting. His eyes shot wide-open to see incredibly long black hair twined between his fingers. There were two problems with that: one, his hair hadn't been that long that morning, and two, his hair wasn't black.
Sam gasped. It came out incredibly breathy and high-pitched, nothing like his own voice. His chest jiggled again.
He glanced down into a valley of deep, sweaty, cleavage. He was still wearing the Atari T-shirt he'd put on before getting off the plane, but it was stretched by the massive breasts beneath.
Sam couldn't help it. He screamed, as loud and as long as he could manage. A few pedestrians turned his way, but not many, and not for long.
I'm a girl? How am I a girl?
He took a step forward and instantly ripped the seat of his pants. Whatever he looked like now, he was far too corpulent to fit into his own clothes. For some reason, that seemed really funny.
I have to see what I look like. I have to...
He waddled forward towards a shop window, every inch of his body wobbling as he did so. What he saw in the reflective surface of the glass made his jaw drop.
Not only was he a girl, he was a fat Japanese girl who looked a little bit older than he had just been. Twenty, at least. Her hair was stringy and unkempt-- she looked like a slob. Surprisingly, that didn't upset Sam as much as he thought it should.
What do I do now?
That old dude had done this to him with whatever he'd pulled out of his pocket. Maybe he should go after him....then again, that might be dangerous. He could call his friends and see if they might be of any use...but would they believe him?
Sam caught a whiff of something delicious and turned towards a nearby food stall. Mmm...they were deep-frying shrimp...his favorite. His tummy rumbled loudly as he patted his stomach. Doing something about this could wait...he needed food and he needed it now.
No! That was this body talking. He had to do something now before he lost himself! But then again, that food smelled so tempting...it was enough to make his mouth water.
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