[Mf][MAST][SCIFI] I woke up like this. Late twenties guy wakes up in a new body…

This is a story were a late twenty something wakes up in a woman's body. I'll note that this is very rough draft, I haven't proofed it at all yet, but really wanted to share. I always have been excited at the idea of a body switch, or something along these lines, and expereincing what its like to be a woman. Love to hear what the ladies have to say about my interpretation too, and I'm open to ideas and suggestions on where it's gonna go next.

It’s my first day of my four day weekend. I was planning on relaxing all weekend, with no plans. Now I’m standing in front of the mirror and knowing this is not a dream. When you dream, things are soft and a little blurry, like grasping the full concept is just out of your reach. This is sharp detail, and completely clear. I’m in a women’s body. I keep trying to ask myself questions like “am I in another women’s body, did mine change?” But I’m having trouble deciphering my own thoughts because I’m engrossed with my reflection. I’m almost a foot shorter, and 100lbs lighter. I look young, maybe somewhere between 18-21. My skin is a different shade, my legs soft and smooth, perky little b cups that I haven’t stopped touching every ten seconds. I have taken several 360’s in the mirror looking at this new face and body. Not even five minutes passed of this revelation before i found myself on my back with my legs propped up on pillows and my delicate fingers massaging the clit…My clit. Oh fucking christ this is amazing. It doesn’t take long to apply the techniques i’ve learned from fingering other girls to get a grasp on how to adjust for fingering myself. Holy shit this is awesome. I’m making these small circular movements and my body is losing it’s mind. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and lick myself off these foreign fingers. I taste amazing. I always loved eating pussy. While trying to figure out how to have one finger make the come hither motion and the other hand massage my clit my mind briefly tries to figure out how this body came to be. This smooth bare pussy that I woke up to, how can I be in this body, how is it I’m so well groomed, but those thoughts last only seconds until I’m withering in between sheets and beds and screaming a loud feminine squeal of pure orgasmic ecstasy. I feel a shock run from my spine to my toes. Part of me thinks I’m going to pass out. Several minutes later I’m laying down with my fingers tracing my tiny areolas and the underside of my breasts, letting my legs rub against each other. Fuck my skin is so soft. Now after an amazing mastebation session, I can confirm, this, is not a dream. I stand up and walk to the bathroom to pee. For a moment, I forget I’m now a women, after lifting the toilet seat. I set it down again and park down, letting a stream of urine into the bowl. The sensation of peeing is so bizaar. It reminded me of what it’s like when you douche your ass, except I can feel a lot more and it’s such a relief. Standing up I realize i forgot to wipe my new vagina and feel a little bit of piss trickle down me. As I scream “fuck”, I realize I’m still not used to my voice, and I begin to talk out loud while taking a piece of tp to my inner thigh “Hello, heello, helllooo” I walk over to the mirror again and look at myself. Fuck I am a babe. I keep coming back to grazing and fondling my tits. They’re so sensitive. I am realizing now that it’s almost noon and all i’ve done is touch myself and learn to pee like a woman. I go into my hallway closet and dig through some old bags of clothes leftover from previous girlfriends. I find myself a tank top and pair of jeans one size to big for my hips. While putting them on I giggle at myself in the mirror doing that little shuffle girls do when putting on jeans. Taking an inventory of the scenario, I don’t have much that fits me, and I have no underwear, nor a bra, which I realize by seeing my nipples poke through the tank top. Shit, I am cold as fucking balls. I get it it now. I’m so much smaller, thinner, shorter. I’m realizing I’m so much weaker too. I grab a jacket from the pile and complete my first outfit as a woman, but this look is nothing to brag about. As i’m walking out the door, I’m realizing that I’m heading out to shop for womens clothes because I now have a women’s body. I decided to just head to Target for the essentials and I can go all fashion montage later. I sneak a pair of small panties into my pile of clothes and slide them up my legs and i’m confronted with this entirely new sensation. These cotton boy shorts are drastically different from my boxer briefs, but they fit snugly and I feel myself getting wet looking at them. How weird is that? People don’t get turned on by looking at themselves, but then again, people don’t usually wake up in a hot young 20 something body. I try on several pairs of jeans and land on a pair of black and blue denim. Looking at myself as I pull the jeans over my tight little bubble butt, I think to myself, “I’ll never get tired of looking at that”. I grab some basic shirts, and two pairs of leggings which feel amazing to wear. They're so much warmer then jeans and so comfy. I spent a good 20 minutes figureing out the inner workings of bras. Holding it in one hand while I look up on my phone tips on adjusting and fitting myself. I land on a target fit, 32B. It’s restrictive, but also, kind of a turn on. These tits are pretty perky, but now I feel they’re a little less on display. I’m still trying to figure everything out, and I’ll draw attention to myself later if thats the case. My new black bra with bits of lace on the sides and trim is so cute, and sexy. I look at my new underwear that rests and clings to this tiny frame and almost forget that I’m trying on clothes. I feel the wetness between my legs and now have time to register this tingling feeling I didn’t seem to comprehend earlier because of the whole shock of my first time masturbating as a women. I started teasing the waistline of the black cotton boyshorts. Touching my hips with my feminine fingers and sliding them down into myself. Oh fuck this is going to be hard to control myself. My newly stolen and first pair of panties were soaked in the little gusset. Vaginas produce so much stuff, I lifted my fingers to my lips and shuddered as I licked them and touched myself with my free hand. I still didn’t have a lot of willpower to not lose control and scream so I reigned myself in and licked my other hand and wiped the rest on the side of my now thoroughly worn in boy shorts. I grabbed a couple more pairs of panties that I was excited to feel against my new little hips and ass. A wasn’t sure if I would like how a thong felt, but I grabbed a couple anyway. I split it between 3 lacey pairs and 3 cotton pairs. As I slipped out of the dressing room, I meandered to the shoes. All i had we’re a pair of ratty ill fitting toms that an ex had abandoned at my house. I sat down and measured my new tiny feet at a womens size 7. Having been a mens size 13 yesterday, and a man, this was still new territory. I grabbed a pair of what looked like chuck taylor rip offs and a pair of chunky heel ankle boots which made my ass look amazing. I know that heels are supposed to make your legs and ass look great, but seeing it on myself for myself is completely different. I landed on the ankle boots because I didn’t trust any of the other heel styles yet, and I had enough trouble right off the bat with those, but I’m sure they would be the easiest to get the handle of. I sat their thinking to myself “What am I planning or doing here. I am spending money on a fancy shoe because I’m a girl now. What if I wake up tomorrow back to my normal self, what if this is how it is forever. All these thoughts were rushing through my head. I haven’t even spoken to anyone about this yet. I have only been talking to myself, i began to lose my train of thought while I modeled my ass in front of the mirror wearing the boots and brushing my hands over my ass. $300 dollars later and I was leaving the target parking lot and walking towards the underground to catch the train. I thought to myself I should have changed my clothes all together instead of just my shoes. I moved onto the train and found a seat. The top I had found buried in my closet was for a much bustier women, and it hung loose on me, but it still looked great, and now with a nice lacey black bra it looked great. I would catch flashes my myself in the reflection, my little tits being embraced by this lace, wire and cotton garment. I tried not to stare at myself to much, because I realized it had a habit of distracting me. As the train was rolling away from downtown, I caught a sign out of the corner of my eye. I hopped of the train and into the street. This feeling of weight on my chest bouncing with me and how my body moved with these hips was so exciting. I always love how women’s bodies move, but now I’m feeling how my hips sway side to side and how my legs stride gracefully. It was like somehow internally my new form had a sort of auto pilot that made the mechanics easier. I walked into the the store and quickly became incredibly excited. I had walked into one of the progressive adult toy stores aimed at making women feel comfortable and empowered. I had no idea what I should get, or start with, much less anything else. I stood frozen looking at a wall of vibrators. With only a handful of knowledge to go off of, but an appetite to explore, I landed on one of the rabbit vibrators, which seemed exciting but also not astronomically priced, I didn’t realize those high end ones were $200+. When I went to ring up, I gave them my credit card and when asked for my ID, i realized this would be a problem, since I obviously didn’t look like my ID. At Target, I was lucky because I was able to use debit as an option. I feigned frustration that I had grabbed my boyfriend's wallet by mistake, hoping the older woman at the counter wouldn’t think it was odd a girl and her boyfriend have similar wallets.. I ran down the street and took out some cash and came back, without raising any eyebrows. I got home and dumped my new essentials on the bed and looked over my haul. I slipped out of my exes clothes and slid the black lacy thong on and threw my boyshorts in the hamper since my new pussy had done quite the number on them, almost like it was trying to drown them, they were a mix of damp and a little crusty. I smelled them before the toss, and even though it was less than fresh, I was aroused by how I smelled, and that I was so turned on that I got that wet. Looking at my ass in the tiny thong only started the cycle again. It was another new feeling to have this fabric running up my ass crack, but the novelty and newness, along with how it looked made for all the convincing I needed to break out my new toy. I spit on the top of the rabbit, like it was my dick and positioned it at my little opening. I hadn;t felt this stretching feeling yet and it was this kind of intense sensation that borderlined on pain, but wasn’t quite hurting me. I pushed it farther and farther in, pulling back just when I felt it needed a bit more lubrication. Once I had that toy covered in myself it was sliding fluidly. I turned the bottom of it and the vibration startled me for a second, and then it felt almost like a was being tickled, and then i gasped when I felt it buzz at the top of my clit and vibrate my g-spot. I immediately felt like I needed to pee, but continued to press it closer to me, i had to pull back and realized i needed to tantalate myself in waves, and that holding it pressed against my clit was too much, and was painful it I pressed to hard. I was rocking my hips back and forth and sliding the rabbit in every direction, exploring my erogenous zones, and seeing what made me yelp, and start blinking quickly and arching my back. My hand was becoming to get covered in my pussy juices, like all this wetness had been stored up and finally it was let loose, I had to use both hands to keep control of it. I had maybe been touching myself no longer than five minutes before I had a repeat of that morning. I felt myself contracting around the rabbit and my muscles tensing and the muscles around my pelvis began to twitch and spasm. I let out a scream and curled myself up small trying to catch my breath. I laid there for what seemed like an hour just thinking about that orgasm.

Showering was enlightening. As I washed myself I got a chance to really explore my new anatomy. Feeling so much smaller too in my shower which ones was almost comically small for my 6’3’’ frame. I still kept getting myself distracted and turned on just by the simple act of soaping myself up and rinsing my self off. Touching my own skin was electric. This new body was so attractive and arousing. Anytime I would find my mind trailing off, I would also find my hands between my legs or grabbing my breasts.

After I had toweled off, and slipped on some leggings, I pondered what to do next. Should I call a friend and try to convince them, the scenario played out through my mind like a bad sitcom of miscommunication and mistaken identity. I knew I couldn’t tell anyone of authority, they might assume I’m crazy, and then I would have to explain where my 6’3’’ body went, and the tiny petite 20 something girl currently residing in the apartment would be suspect number one.

Part of me was so excited that I felt I should try and enjoy this ride as long as it lasts, and deal with the more serious aspects if things don’t go back to normal anytime soon. Before I decided to crash out and try and put myself into another cum coma from my new toy I made a list of things to do tomorrow.

Go to the gym and finally get a peek behind the curtain of the womens locker room. Do a real shopping excursion, and have the girls at the cosmetics counter show you how to do your makeup, because when else would it make sense to learn that skill except now. Go to the salon and figure out how to style this the easiest way possible. A cute grin appeared across my face, making my cheeks blush and my doe eyes grow wider. I grabbed my laptop and sent my friend Juliana a message over Facebook, telling her my cousin was in town house sitting for me and that she was a young queer 20 something that could use a tour guide while she was in the city, asking if she would take her out with her friends, who for at least a handful were also lesbians.

I closed the laptop and thought to myself all the possible dirty scenarios involving my new sexy little form and the potential lesbians I could get to play with it.

Rolling around in the sheets the next morning I could barely find a reason to leave until remembering my to do list for the day. I tried to make a mental list of preparing myself as I grabbed leggings and one of my new Target tank tops. Realizing I had forgotten to purchase a gym worthy bra, I opted just to wear my only one. Before leaving I grabbed one of the free passes from the countertop pile of misc mail. As I went to grab my running shoes it dawned on me my new self didn’t own any running shoes. I grabbed my chuck taylor rip offs and decided I would just go to the yoga class.

I walked out the door juggling the usual things i’d push into my pockets. Phone with a couple of mixed texts from friends about plans or the other, keys, wallet, and yoga mat under my arm. I regretted not grabbing a purse yesterday, and then heard myself make a girlish giggle as I realized how absurd of a thought that was.

I was getting used to my luagh as I continued to see my street and a different hieght. It was a quick ten minutes to the gym but took me at least 20 because I was taking in my usual surrounding except at a foot lower than I usually would. I felt so light walking around. The adrenaline of yesterday has subsided and I kept catching myself becoming aware of new things. I was at least 100+ lighter then I was before I woke up like this and noticed how much spring I had in my step. It was a chore to try and take the stairs two at a time now, and so I opted for quick double stepping each one. Walking into the open workout room, I laid my wallet, silenced phone and keys alongside my shoes on the adjoining mirrored wall. I rolled out my mat and experimented stretching myself. I was so limber. I squeezed my knees tightly too my chess, then releasing one of my legs to extend sharpy making my toes point and then switched.

The room started to fill up and I realized it was much more of a task to avoid a women catching your glance when you’re another woman instead of a man. I realized a majority of the women all sharply glance around the room more than I expected.

I quickly lost myself in the class going through the sun salutation and feeling more control over my new muscles. Part of me looked harder at the other women seeing how our bodies we reflecting similar and different changes in our contouring. As I grabbed my leg and pulled it towards my back and arched myself I caught a glimpse of the women two rows up wearing the same dark gray leggings I had bought from target. I glanced at myself looking to make sure the pattern matched and smiled when it did. She had this dark mess of hair tied up easilly. She was fuller then me in a way that showed she was strong, walked in heels often, and was no stranger to yoga. Her hips, thighs and breast had so much more curve to them then myself. I was sharp, petite and more delicate. I was a cute, and small, but she was amazing. Her breast hugged her tightly from inside her sports bra. I could see she was much bigger than me. Her round ass took endless moments for me to trace with my eyes only getting absorbed towards her thighs and calves. Her small toes perked upwards as she raised her body off the ground. I could see the cute little back dimples as her shirt slid down her back slightly. I bring my eyes back to my own mat catching a glimps of her gacing in my direction.

Grabbing a towel from the cart at the front of the class and walking towards the locker room I feel a surge of excitement from how my body felt doing yoga.

The womens locker room is exactly what a rational person would expect. But having the mind of a man, who is thrilled by the promise of a childhood fantasy, I was let down. Just like a mens restroom, except without the mustiness. The the products used in here had developed their own unique smell. I imagined this is what all womens locker rooms smelled like. Instead of being surrounded by an erotic dream of women playful skimping around a locker room, it was just women minding themselves and doing mundane hygienic activities. A mix of women from age groups and backgrounds shuffled elegantly through the room sharing the counter and passing by each other with unobserved grace. As I made my way into shower, I saw her bare ass slink into another stall several down from mine. It was beautiful, full and swayed from side to side from the momentary peek I stole. She had a faded tan on her skin. Her hair still tied up. I realized at that moment as I put my hair under the water that I should have tied it up too and it would take forever to dry. I quickly washed and went back to my day locker. Grabbing another towel and drying my hair with another tied right around me below my shoulders. I had slid on my leggings and cotton boyshorts thinking how dumb it was I didn’t bring a change. I had causually watched women I had been with and slept with put on a bra enough times to put on an image that I had some idea I was doing hooking the clasp below my chest and then twisting it behind me and sliding my arms into it. I caught her hair from the corner of the eye as she went through some of the same motions I just did. She had brought a change of clothes though and her sports bra was replaced by a simple nude one. Her back was to me at first, she turned in my direction after she had slid herself in. “I have been there” she said looking at me. “ I have forgotten a change of clothes so many times, but I have never forgotten to change my bra before”. I laughed looking down and blushing. I began to explain to her how I had just flown in to house sit for my cousin, and my luggage was lost, and I was living out of a target bag. She had a loud warm laugh that made me wanna smile every time I heard it. One exchange turned into another and 15 minutes later we‘re grabbing a bite and chatting. I was being gracefully vague to her questions, while also filing in myself on my new back story. I grew up in the same hometown as my cousin, had some really conservative parents, and was freshly out of college. It was a easy cliche, small town girl moves to the big city, but these cliche’s play the roll, and she suggested showing me around a bit and shopping the next day and she would show me around, we exchanged numbers and hugged goodbye.

I thought to myself that I needed a conspirer. I wondered who I could confess this bizaar scenario too and convince them of it’s legitamcy. None of my female friends seemed like the right person to approach. I scrolled through my phone racking my head. Then I thought about Jess. She was an old flame of mine. Well more of an old sex kitten. When we were both single, we had a nice run of crazy. I vividly rember several occasions were things had taken a turn for the worst, and best. We had both been freshly single and wild when we met. I still remember sitting naked on her couch, the night spent teasing ourselves by grouping each other, and pushing the lines in public. She had left me on her couch naked as she went to her bed room and came out minutes later with a collar ad leash in her mouth while on all fours. She was one of the many women I always thought about how much crazy fun we had. After we both found ourselves in relationships, we had the occasional relapse into old ways, but continued a quipy relationship and had an oddly honest dialogue between us. For some reason I felt she was the right person to approach about my new scenario. KNowing she was famialir dating women and men, and a classic LA girl who knew a thing or two. She was this petite ginger who wieghed close to 100lb. She lived in my neighborhood, and I felt compelled to reach out to her to help me get a grasp on my new form.

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