As the vapors cleared, my new body was revealed. I had breasts and a pussy to match. I wanted out, but not because I wanted to escape, but because my new body was eager to please a man. And my captor was sure looking hot. I pressed my breasts against the glass and laughed. He openned the door, releasing me, I quickly walked out and kissed him.
My wife left me earlier this week. To cope, I had to take on more clients at my psychiatry practice. I figured sorting out other people’s problems would help me adjust to my own.
I got home early and found my wife reading a book in bed. “What are you reading?” I asked my wife as I took a look at her book. “No don’t!” she yelled at me, but it was too late, I had already read the book title, sealing my fate. The pain was unberable, good thing it took less than a minute, but I felt my whole body rearrange. When it was over I was a hot brunette, to which my wife just said “wow, you look sexy! I think hotter than me”. It didn’t take any more time, it was like someone had flipped a switch inside my mind, I forgot who I was, and started to see myself as her lover. I kissed her, and we had lesbian sex in her bedroom.