“I’ll be in the next room making a call, but just wait here for a few minutes, i’ll be right back” my friend James said. I sat on the brown couch. I could hear James talking to someone on the phone. I looked up and saw a small pink dot on the ceiling. It looked like a piece of gum was stuck there. It then started dripping. “It looks like paint” I said. I was looking at the drops falling and the stain it was leaving on the rug, when I noticed the “paint” had a flower odor. “It smells like women’s perfume” I said outloud. I stood up and decided to touch one of the drops, It was kind of gooey. I then took a closer look. The smell was even more intense. I noticed the goo on my finger was spreading. I tried to clean my fingers with my own shirt, but I couldn’t. By now, the goo had spread all over my hand. I was about to run to the bathroom, when I felt pain on my hand. I just sat back on the couch, trying to scream, but a goo drop had fallen on my head and had spread through my face too.
I couldn’t breath, I felt the goo cover my whole body. At first It felt cold, but now it felt kind of hot. I felt some of the goo entered my nose. I could feel the goo inside my lungs, I thought I was going to die. But by then, I started to feel relaxed. I felt myself fade away. Then, for some reason, new memories of my childhood started to pop up. I could see myself being a funny girl. Then a really sexy woman. The goo had dried up, as I moved my hands I broke my chrysalis, and I stepped out. I saw a blouse and a small thong lying on the table, I picked them up, and wore them. I wasn’t surprised I had breasts and a pussy. I just felt hot. My new memories helped me cope with the changes. “I remember being Kim since I was borned. I don’t remember much of… of… I don’t even remember my old name!” I said outloud. I sat back on the couch. Feeling really sexy. James came out of his room. “Oh, I see you are ready” he said. I looked at him sexily. I just wanted him inside me, I waited for him lying down. “Big boy! take off your clothes! I want you now!” I wasn’t too surprised I had said so. I just loved being a woman, and having sex with my best friend was the best way to start womanhood.